Back in the house, Carla
indicated to Annabel that she was to kneel, and hooked the leash into
her collar. Annabel blushed again, wondering what Dylan must be thinking
of all this, afraid to meet her eyes.
Carla took Dylan by the
arm and led her up the stairs; Annabel followed behind on her hands and
knees, watching the asses in front of her sway. Dylan looked back at the
pretty blonde, leashed and collared, crawling up the stairs led by her
stepdaughter. This was one kinky scene, alright, but there was no
pretending it wasn’t turning her on; her pussy was dripping.
Once they reached
Carla’s bedroom, she handed the leash to Dylan and took a seat to see
what would transpire. Dylan slid the straps of her dress down off her
shoulders and let them fall; the dress slipped down to reveal a white
lace bra, which Dylan reached behind her to unhook, holding the leash
between her teeth.
Dylan’s breasts were
round and firm and her nipples stood up proudly. She pulled Annabel to
her and tugged upward on the leash, bringing Annabel up onto her knees.
With one hand Dylan
guided Annabel’s head to her chest; Annabel went willingly, inhaling the
musky scent of Dylan’s flesh. Carla moved from the chair to the bed for
a better angle as Annabel closed her lips around Dylan’s left nipple.
Dylan sighed; she was highly sensitized, magnifying every impulse from
every nerve. The feeling of Annabel’s mouth on her breast went straight
to her head, making her a little woozy.
She sat down on the
chair Carla had just vacated, again pulling Annabel to her. This time
Dylan guided Annabel to her right breast. Carla sat watching intently,
enjoying every second of this, yet also eager for the next step.
It came soon enough.
Again holding the leash in her mouth, Dylan lifted her hips and slid her
dress down and off, leaving her in only sheer white panties. A hint of
red hair was visible through the thin fabric. When she spread her legs,
it was clear that the thin strip of fabric covering her crotch was
soaked in pussy juice; even from a distance, Carla could smell her wetness.
Annabel took a deep
breath. She wasn’t quite sure what to do next. She looked over at Carla,
back at Dylan; everyone seemed to be waiting on her to make the next
move. So after leaning down to place a kiss on Dylan’s mons, taking a
moment to savor the delectable scent rising from between the redhead’s
legs, Annabel took hold of Dylan's panties and pulled them off.
Dylan had a gorgeous
triangle of copper-red pubic curls. The carpet definitely matches the
drapes, Carla thought. For a moment she and Annabel just gaped at the
lovely creature before them. Then Dylan again tugged at the leash.
Annabel didn’t need much
encouragement at this point. As her head moved down between Dylan’s legs her ass
raised up into the air, and Carla reached over to lift her skirt. Dylan
leaned back in the chair, opening her legs all the way as Annabel began
to lick her.
Standing, Carla planted
one foot on the floor between Annabel’s legs in such a way that her shin
was pressed against Annabel’s crotch. Annabel gasped and rubbed her
pussy against Carla’s leg, leaving a snail trail of wetness on Carla’s
skin.
Overwhelmed by the
sudden rush of pleasure, Annabel dropped her head. This prompted Dylan
to hand the leash to Carla, who yanked it hard to lift Annabel’s head,
pointing her once again toward Dylan’s cunt. Doing her best to
concentrate, Annabel resumed servicing the redhead while still grinding
her own crotch against Carla's leg.
Stripping off her
T-shirt and bra, Carla leaned forward slightly to offer her breasts to
Dylan. Dylan responded enthusiastically, sucking Carla’s hard nipples
and then clamping them between her teeth. But after a minute she lost
focus as a climax hit her.
Dylan was highly
orgasmic, apparently — her whole body quivered, right down to her
eyeballs, and she let out a guttural moan as her head fell heavily onto
the back of the chair. For a minute she just lay there staring up at the
ceiling with a far-away expression on her face.
When she looked down
again, she discovered that Carla had laid Annabel down on the bed
face-up, blindfolded and nipple-clamped with her hands bound to
the bedposts over her head. Carla was holding Annabel’s legs apart and
her pink pussy beckoned to Dylan through the crotchless panties. Carla
looked over at Dylan and cocked an eyebrow as if to say, Well, you
wanted it — here it is.
Dylan positioned herself
at the foot of the bed and bent down to kiss and lick Annabel’s belly,
pelvis, inner thighs. Annabel whimpered and her body spasmed with
pleasure, but Carla held her firmly, pinning her knees to the bed so
Dylan had complete access to her crotch.
Dylan extended her
tongue and ever-so-gently touched it to Annabel’s vulva. This time
Annabel bucked so fiercely that Carla couldn’t hold her, so Carla gave
up and let her go. Her hips and legs thrashed as Dylan tongue-fucked
her, slowly at first, then with increasing fervor. Dylan wrapped an arm
around Annabel’s thigh, spread her pussy lips, and drove inside,
intoxicated by Annabel’s heady taste and smell.
Carla tugged on the
chain connecting Annabel’s nipple clamps, adding a little dash of pain
to the pleasure she was feeling. Annabel gasped but a second later was
moaning again as Dylan penetrated her with two fingers. Carla continued
to torture Annabel’s nipples as Dylan fingered her, until finally Dylan began to
lap at Annabel’s clit, sending her over the edge.
Releasing the clamps,
Carla leaned down to suck one nipple as the orgasm rippled through
Annabel’s trembling frame. As Dylan stretched forward to suck the
other, her eyes met Carla’s and a look passed between them. There was
desire in that look, and mutual recognition, but also a little bit of
suspicion — they were still sizing each other up.
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