Annabel disappeared briefly and returned carrying a couple glasses of water, one of which she handed to Lissa, who was leaning back against the headboard looking dazed. She had never in her life experienced anything like what she’d just been through — it had been wonderful and amazing, but her mind was kind of blown.
Looking over at Carla, who was reclining in her chair looking gorgeous and imperious, Lissa knew that she owed a debt that she badly wanted to repay in some way. Like Annabel, she had been raised with a very Midwestern sense of fairness. So after taking a couple minutes to rehydrate and pull herself together, she walked over to where Carla was and dropped to her knees.
Carla opened her legs, releasing a waft of female arousal that made Lissa’s nostrils flare. Lissa licked her lips and leaned forward, inhaling a deep lungful of that heady smell. Truth be told, though Lissa had known she was a lesbian since she was very young, she’d only had a few lovers in her life. Every new pussy was very special to her, almost holy. She planted a kiss on Carla’s bush, then gently licked each soft inner thigh before extending her tongue for a first tentative taste.
It went straight to her head. She began to lick Carla eagerly, almost ferociously, taking Carla by surprise. She stuck her tongue deep inside, drinking deep of Carla’s delicious nectar. Carla adjusted her position, bracing one hand against Lissa’s shoulder as she fucked the other girl’s face.
Annabel sat on the edge of the bed and began to touch herself as she looked on. Lissa was not, she thought, the most skilled pussy-licker she’d ever seen; she felt her own technique was superior. But Lissa had a passion and a sincerity that seemed to make Carla happy, and Annabel derived a lot of pleasure from seeing it.
Although she was somewhat clumsy in her approach, Lissa managed to make Carla come a couple of times. It was enjoyable and appreciated, but Carla still felt she wanted more; she needed something inside her. So she stretched herself out on the bed and had Annabel fuck her with a face dildo while Lissa sat on her face; that did the trick. When she’d climaxed a few times this way, she felt pleasantly drowsy, and at her urging the three of them called it a night soon after.
* * *
In the morning Carla and Annabel drove Lissa to the bus station. The goodbye was surprisingly sentimental, given that they had known each other less than 48 hours. Lissa gave serious thought to not leaving, and Carla thought about asking her to stay; but both of them had a sense that their incredible day together had been one of a kind, and that it would be better to leave it that way, and have something special to remember.
As for Annabel, she of course would have gone along with whatever Carla decided. But though she liked Lissa and had enjoyed the time they’d spent together, she didn’t care for the idea of having to share Carla full-time. Sexual adventures were one thing, but having a third person live with them would have been another.
From the bus station they headed straight for the grocery store. It was now the 3rd of July, and there was a lot of preparation to be done for the party the next day. Carla intended to make a real feast, including home-baked bread.
All the rest of that day and the much of the next was devoted to cooking, with Carla running the show and Annabel serving as sous chef. By 4 P.M. on the 4th everything was set and they were in costume waiting for guests to arrive.
Carla was both excited and nervous. There was always a moment right at the start of a party where she felt certain it was going to be a disaster — no one was going to show up, or the food would be bad, or the guests wouldn’t get along. But it was almost part of the ritual now to have this moment of panic.
She sipped a glass of wine to calm herself as she checked the two pots of pasta sauce she had simmering on the stove. One was just regular sauce, but the olive oil in the other one had been infused with a generous amount of the Mighty Aphrodite she’d gotten from Katya. You couldn’t taste anything different in the sauce, though, so Carla decided it would be a good idea to give people some way to tell them apart.
After thinking about it for a minute, she went to the computer and printed out two copies of a marijuana-leaf symbol. She drew a circle through one and put a line through it, then taped the two pages near the appropriate pots.
Bread was baking in the oven, and that combined with the sauce filled the kitchen with an absolutely delicious aroma. Several bottles of good wine were aerating on the kitchen table, hors d’oeuvres were waiting in the dining room, and on the whole everything was as ready as it could be.
Annabel was arranging chairs on the back deck, and for a minute Carla stood watching her, enjoying the way she moved in the metallic bikini. Carla had been so focused on party prep that she’d engaged in no sexual activity of any kind for almost two whole days — a rarity for her. Her pussy was all atingle, and she gave serious thought to going out there and having her way with Annabel right at that moment — but then the doorbell was ringing.
She went to answer it but stopped on the way to check herself in a mirror. She made a good Wonder Woman, she thought. The headdress looked a little silly, but the costume hugged her curves beautifully and the thigh-high boots were sexy as hell. The wrist cuffs made for a nice BDSM-ish accessory.
Carla adjusted her boobs and turned toward the door just as the doorbell sounded again. At that moment Annabel appeared, heading toward the door, so Carla decided to let her answer it. As she passed their eyes met and Carla smiled. “Showtime.”
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Saturday, April 27, 2019
Friday, April 19, 2019
Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 93
Lissa lifted her head from between Annabel’s legs and Carla kissed her, relishing the strong taste of Annabel on her mouth. Carla pushed her tongue into Lissa’s mouth and Lissa accepted it gratefully; Carla then sucked on her lips until she had cleaned every last trace of Annabel’s juices off of them.
Carla stood Lissa up and her dress, which had been gathered around her waist, fell to the floor. Lissa stood there now in just white cotton panties, trembling a little. She looked so young and vulnerable that Carla felt a surge of warm sympathy. In truth, Lissa was only a little younger than Carla. But Carla was so much more self-assured and mature that she felt decades older.
Taking Lissa by the hand, Carla led her out the kitchen, motioning for Annabel to follow them. Before heading upstairs, Carla paused long enough to drop a few ice cubes into a glass and fill it with whiskey. Then the three of them made their way to Carla’s bedroom, a hush of anticipation suffusing the air around them. Lissa’s big, innocent eyes were wide and her heart was beating fast. This whole situation was so exotic to her, she could still scarcely believe it was happening. She’d known she was a lesbian since she was very young, but had had only a few lovers, and never a threesome.
Laying Lissa down on the bed, without a word Carla blindfolded her, then lifted her hands over her head and tied them to the headboard. Lissa yielded without hesitation, showing a touching trust in this person who, after all, she barely knew.
Carla took a sip of her drink and sat it back down on the bedside table, then nodded to Annabel and they both took up positions at the foot of the bed. Each of them took hold of one foot and they gently spread Lissa’s legs wide open; Lissa moaned softly in expectation of what was to come.
Annabel now stretched forward and began to lavish attention on Lissa’s breasts while Carla kissed her calves, her knees, her thighs. Together they teased Lissa slowly into a state of almost unbearable arousal. Finally Carla kissed her through the crotch of her panties and then pulled it aside, revealing a sopping wet pink pussy framed by ample, dark brown pubic hair.
Meanwhile Annabel had worked her way down Lissa’s belly and she and Carla took their first tastes of Lissa simultaneously. Lissa groaned helplessly and almost immediately began to shiver through a climax; she was so sensitized that the barest touch was enough to send her over the edge.
Leaving Annabel to her ministrations, Carla took another sip of whiskey, then fished an ice cube out of the glass. When Carla touched the ice to Lissa’s neck she yelped, twitching reflexively and pulling fruitlessly at the bonds that held her hands. Carla smiled and traced the cube down Lissa’s chest, across her swollen nipples, and then down her side to her navel, where it was left to melt.
Carla grabbed another cube and ran it up and down Lissa’s inner thighs, leaving a thin film of liquid which she then began to lick off. Working in tandem she and Annabel gave Lissa a long series of orgasms, each one more powerful than the last. Lissa cries grew louder and more animated, then began to taper off; apparently the poor dear just couldn’t handle any more pleasure just then. Carla kissed Annabel hard on the mouth, deeply satisfied with what they had accomplished so far, and ready for the next phase.
* * *
Standing and stretching, working out the slight kink that she’d gotten in her neck, Carla sipped her whiskey and looked down at the bound, blindfolded form on her bed. Lissa’s panties were completely soaked and badly rumpled; it was time for them to go, so Carla pulled them off and impulsively stuffed them into Lissa’s mouth. That mouth would have work to do later, but she didn’t need it just then.
After stripping off her clothes, Carla found her current favorite strap-on and harnessed up. Pulling off Lissa’s blindfold, Carla stood over her, letting her get a good look at the prodigious phallus. Carla nodded to Annabel, who knew what her duty was in this moment; she scooted over and ran her tongue up the length of the shaft, then took the head into her mouth. Carla took hold of Annabel”s head and pushed the mighty girth deep into her mouth, noting that Annabel’s deep-throating skills had improved tremendously in the time that they’d been together.
When Carla pulled out of Annabel’s mouth with an audible pop, a few drops of saliva fell onto Lissa’s face. Lissa gazed up at Carla with a look of sweet, unquestioning submission; Carla thought it was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
Carla moved back to the foot of the bed, again pulling Lissa’s legs apart. Her labia were gaping open, just begging to be penetrated. Carla slid a finger inside, enjoying the way Lissa squirmed in response, then shuffled forward until the tip of the strap-on was pressed against her vulva.
Lissa bit her lip and sighed as the head pushed into her. Looking down into Lissa’s eyes, Carla gave it to her slowly and gently, thoroughly enjoying every bit of the pleasure she was giving. If that isn’t altruism, she asked herself, what is?
Annabel busied herself kissing Lissa’s lips, licking her ears, sucking her tits. When finally she leaned down and lapped at Lissa’s clit, Lissa came harder than ever, spasming violently and calling out for God.
Carla withdrew the strap-on from Lissa’s slit and plunged it into Annabel’s mouth, giving her a nice mouthful of nectar. In her brief time with Carla Annabel had become quite a connoisseur of pussy juice, and she found Lissa’s especially sweet and tasty. Carla then resumed fucking Lissa, harder than before, driving up deeper into her with every stroke. When she finally relented Lissa lay there limp and spent and covered with sweat.
Stepping back from the bed, Carla wiped her brow and took a deep breath. That was enough altruism. She removed the strap-on and picked up her glass, then sat down heavily in the chair by the window. She told Annabel to go ahead and untie Lissa, and sat for a few minutes sipping whiskey and gazing out the window. There was no need to be in a hurry; she was going to get what was coming to her.
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Carla stood Lissa up and her dress, which had been gathered around her waist, fell to the floor. Lissa stood there now in just white cotton panties, trembling a little. She looked so young and vulnerable that Carla felt a surge of warm sympathy. In truth, Lissa was only a little younger than Carla. But Carla was so much more self-assured and mature that she felt decades older.
Taking Lissa by the hand, Carla led her out the kitchen, motioning for Annabel to follow them. Before heading upstairs, Carla paused long enough to drop a few ice cubes into a glass and fill it with whiskey. Then the three of them made their way to Carla’s bedroom, a hush of anticipation suffusing the air around them. Lissa’s big, innocent eyes were wide and her heart was beating fast. This whole situation was so exotic to her, she could still scarcely believe it was happening. She’d known she was a lesbian since she was very young, but had had only a few lovers, and never a threesome.
Laying Lissa down on the bed, without a word Carla blindfolded her, then lifted her hands over her head and tied them to the headboard. Lissa yielded without hesitation, showing a touching trust in this person who, after all, she barely knew.
Carla took a sip of her drink and sat it back down on the bedside table, then nodded to Annabel and they both took up positions at the foot of the bed. Each of them took hold of one foot and they gently spread Lissa’s legs wide open; Lissa moaned softly in expectation of what was to come.
Annabel now stretched forward and began to lavish attention on Lissa’s breasts while Carla kissed her calves, her knees, her thighs. Together they teased Lissa slowly into a state of almost unbearable arousal. Finally Carla kissed her through the crotch of her panties and then pulled it aside, revealing a sopping wet pink pussy framed by ample, dark brown pubic hair.
Meanwhile Annabel had worked her way down Lissa’s belly and she and Carla took their first tastes of Lissa simultaneously. Lissa groaned helplessly and almost immediately began to shiver through a climax; she was so sensitized that the barest touch was enough to send her over the edge.
Leaving Annabel to her ministrations, Carla took another sip of whiskey, then fished an ice cube out of the glass. When Carla touched the ice to Lissa’s neck she yelped, twitching reflexively and pulling fruitlessly at the bonds that held her hands. Carla smiled and traced the cube down Lissa’s chest, across her swollen nipples, and then down her side to her navel, where it was left to melt.
Carla grabbed another cube and ran it up and down Lissa’s inner thighs, leaving a thin film of liquid which she then began to lick off. Working in tandem she and Annabel gave Lissa a long series of orgasms, each one more powerful than the last. Lissa cries grew louder and more animated, then began to taper off; apparently the poor dear just couldn’t handle any more pleasure just then. Carla kissed Annabel hard on the mouth, deeply satisfied with what they had accomplished so far, and ready for the next phase.
* * *
Standing and stretching, working out the slight kink that she’d gotten in her neck, Carla sipped her whiskey and looked down at the bound, blindfolded form on her bed. Lissa’s panties were completely soaked and badly rumpled; it was time for them to go, so Carla pulled them off and impulsively stuffed them into Lissa’s mouth. That mouth would have work to do later, but she didn’t need it just then.
After stripping off her clothes, Carla found her current favorite strap-on and harnessed up. Pulling off Lissa’s blindfold, Carla stood over her, letting her get a good look at the prodigious phallus. Carla nodded to Annabel, who knew what her duty was in this moment; she scooted over and ran her tongue up the length of the shaft, then took the head into her mouth. Carla took hold of Annabel”s head and pushed the mighty girth deep into her mouth, noting that Annabel’s deep-throating skills had improved tremendously in the time that they’d been together.
When Carla pulled out of Annabel’s mouth with an audible pop, a few drops of saliva fell onto Lissa’s face. Lissa gazed up at Carla with a look of sweet, unquestioning submission; Carla thought it was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
Carla moved back to the foot of the bed, again pulling Lissa’s legs apart. Her labia were gaping open, just begging to be penetrated. Carla slid a finger inside, enjoying the way Lissa squirmed in response, then shuffled forward until the tip of the strap-on was pressed against her vulva.
Lissa bit her lip and sighed as the head pushed into her. Looking down into Lissa’s eyes, Carla gave it to her slowly and gently, thoroughly enjoying every bit of the pleasure she was giving. If that isn’t altruism, she asked herself, what is?
Annabel busied herself kissing Lissa’s lips, licking her ears, sucking her tits. When finally she leaned down and lapped at Lissa’s clit, Lissa came harder than ever, spasming violently and calling out for God.
Carla withdrew the strap-on from Lissa’s slit and plunged it into Annabel’s mouth, giving her a nice mouthful of nectar. In her brief time with Carla Annabel had become quite a connoisseur of pussy juice, and she found Lissa’s especially sweet and tasty. Carla then resumed fucking Lissa, harder than before, driving up deeper into her with every stroke. When she finally relented Lissa lay there limp and spent and covered with sweat.
Stepping back from the bed, Carla wiped her brow and took a deep breath. That was enough altruism. She removed the strap-on and picked up her glass, then sat down heavily in the chair by the window. She told Annabel to go ahead and untie Lissa, and sat for a few minutes sipping whiskey and gazing out the window. There was no need to be in a hurry; she was going to get what was coming to her.
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Monday, April 15, 2019
Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 92
As they drove home from the yoga studio, Lissa told Carla and Annabel that she’d had a “moment of clarity” during the class and made a big decision: She was heading home to Wisconsin, moving back in with her parents, maybe going back to school. Looking out the window as the landscape of Los Angeles rolled by she said, “I don’t belong here.”
Carla wasn’t sure how to respond to this. On the one hand, she hated to see anyone give up on their dream. On the other hand, she got the sense that Lissa was probably right; this was not the place for her. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Carla offered to buy Lissa a plane ticket home; she demurred, saying that she’d prefer to take the bus. It would give her some time to think about what she was going to do with her life.
As soon as they got home, Carla got online and bought Lissa a ticket on a bus that left the next morning. She wasn’t sure why she felt such a sense of urgency about it, but somehow it seemed like the right thing to do.
Afterward Carla opened a bottle of wine and she and Lissa sat at the kitchen table as Annabel started making dinner. Annabel was still wearing her yoga clothes but had dutifully put on her collar; it made for an incongruous but very sexy combination.
As they talked, Carla noticed that Lissa’s gaze kept drifting back to Annabel — and why not, she looked absolutely stunning in her form-fitting outfit, especially when she bent over, which happened several times as she worked. Watching Lissa watch Annabel, Carla began to get ideas; the hankering that she’d felt during yoga class, which had abated somewhat in the meantime, now came surging back.
But she hesitated to do anything about it. Up to now her generosity toward Lissa had been entirely altruistic, and she felt good about that. If she took advantage of the situation now, it would feel like she was buying something. So she restrained herself all through dinner, but by the time she was having dessert — dark chocolate and her third glass of wine — she felt her resolve weakening.
When Annabel stood up to start clearing the table, Lissa moved to help, but Carla held her arm and insisted that she stay seated. “You’re our guest,” she said. “And Annabel lives to serve. Isn’t that right, honey?”
Annabel smiled and nodded, alert to the fact that the atmosphere in the room had suddenly become charged. The look in Carla’s eyes said she was up to something.
As Annabel cleaned up Carla sipped her wine and had a little conversation with herself. She was being stupid, she told herself; why deny Lissa, as well as Annabel and herself, what could be a truly beautiful experience? Who really gained from her pretending to be so selfless and righteous?
Carla glanced back over at Lissa, who was now blatantly staring at Annabel’s ass as she bent over the dishwasher. That made up Carla’s mind for sure.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” said Carla.
Knowing she’d been caught ogling the older woman, Lissa reddened a little as she nodded. In truth, she was very attracted to both Carla and Annabel, but Annabel was more her type; the only serious girlfriend she’d ever had had also been a blue-eyed blonde.
“She’s also very obedient,” continued Carla. “Annabel, come over here and give Lissa a kiss.”
Lissa’s eyes went wide and her heart was pounding in her chest as Annabel docilely crossed the room, bent over, and pressed her lips softly against the younger girl’s. They shared a long, lingering kiss that got both of their juices flowing; Carla was already copiously wet between the legs.
When Annabel straightened up again, Carla said, “Now show her your tits.” Annabel did as she was told, pulling off her top and letting it drop onto the table. Her rose-pink nipples were standing up tall and proud, just inches from Lissa’s face.
Lissa looked over at Carla, surprised and excited, hardly believing what was happening. She seemed to be asking permission, so Carla nodded her head almost imperceptibly. Lissa extended her tongue and licked one nipple, then the other; then parted her lips and took one into her mouth. Annabel moaned softly, and that seemed to snap something within Lissa. She moved to the other breast, stretching her mouth wide to take in as much of it as she could, while gripping Annabel tightly around the waist with both hands.
Carla grinned and quickly gulped the last bit of wine in her glass. Then she stood up, walked over behind Annabel, and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her stepmother’s yoga pants on either side. She slowly pulled the pants down until they were on the floor at Annabel’s feet, then pressed herself against Annabel from behind.
Lisa watched with her mouth hanging open as Carla’s right hand slid across Annabel’s belly, down through her thatch of blond hair, and between her legs. Annabel parted her thighs slightly and Carla slid a finger inside her, giving Lissa’s eager eyes a glimpse of the bright pink inside. Lissa licked her lips and her nostrils flared as she got a strong whiff of Annabel’s arousal.
“Would you like a taste?” asked Carla. Lisa just gaped at her, unable to speak. She didn’t really need to anyway; the answer to the question was obvious. Carla patted the surface of the table with one hand and Annabel obediently hopped up onto it. Carla pushed Annabel back onto the table and spread her legs so her lusciously wet pussy was staring Lissa right in the face.
Lissa scooted forward in her chair, panting like a dog, and again looked over at Carla. There was joy in her eyes, and desire, and gratitude. Carla found herself wondering what she’d been so worried about earlier — wasn’t this a good thing for all of them?
After placing a kiss on Annabel’s mound, Lissa lapped gently at her inner thighs. Annabel sighed and let her legs fall farther open. Carla now moved over behind Lissa and bent forward, giving her a perfect view as Lissa’s tongue traced across Annabel’s pussy lips and then pushed between them.
Lissa had changed back into her new dress before dinner, going braless for comfort. Carla now slid the straps down off her shoulders and pulled the front of the dress down, reaching both hands down to cup Lissa’s breasts and stroke her nipples. They were already rock-hard but grew harder still as Carla stimulated them.
Leaning down, Carla began to lick and nibble on Lissa’s neck as she continued to explore Annabel’s pussy with her tongue. Annabel had braced her feet against the back of the chair Lissa was sitting on, arching her back to push her crotch into the younger woman’s face.
Soon Annabel was coming, letting out a loud, uninhibited howl that made Carla’s whole body vibrate sympathetically. Carla’s heart was beating fast and her nether regions were throbbing, but she took a deep breath and told herself to relax. There was so much that she wanted to do, and they had the whole night to do it in.
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Carla wasn’t sure how to respond to this. On the one hand, she hated to see anyone give up on their dream. On the other hand, she got the sense that Lissa was probably right; this was not the place for her. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Carla offered to buy Lissa a plane ticket home; she demurred, saying that she’d prefer to take the bus. It would give her some time to think about what she was going to do with her life.
As soon as they got home, Carla got online and bought Lissa a ticket on a bus that left the next morning. She wasn’t sure why she felt such a sense of urgency about it, but somehow it seemed like the right thing to do.
Afterward Carla opened a bottle of wine and she and Lissa sat at the kitchen table as Annabel started making dinner. Annabel was still wearing her yoga clothes but had dutifully put on her collar; it made for an incongruous but very sexy combination.
As they talked, Carla noticed that Lissa’s gaze kept drifting back to Annabel — and why not, she looked absolutely stunning in her form-fitting outfit, especially when she bent over, which happened several times as she worked. Watching Lissa watch Annabel, Carla began to get ideas; the hankering that she’d felt during yoga class, which had abated somewhat in the meantime, now came surging back.
But she hesitated to do anything about it. Up to now her generosity toward Lissa had been entirely altruistic, and she felt good about that. If she took advantage of the situation now, it would feel like she was buying something. So she restrained herself all through dinner, but by the time she was having dessert — dark chocolate and her third glass of wine — she felt her resolve weakening.
When Annabel stood up to start clearing the table, Lissa moved to help, but Carla held her arm and insisted that she stay seated. “You’re our guest,” she said. “And Annabel lives to serve. Isn’t that right, honey?”
Annabel smiled and nodded, alert to the fact that the atmosphere in the room had suddenly become charged. The look in Carla’s eyes said she was up to something.
As Annabel cleaned up Carla sipped her wine and had a little conversation with herself. She was being stupid, she told herself; why deny Lissa, as well as Annabel and herself, what could be a truly beautiful experience? Who really gained from her pretending to be so selfless and righteous?
Carla glanced back over at Lissa, who was now blatantly staring at Annabel’s ass as she bent over the dishwasher. That made up Carla’s mind for sure.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” said Carla.
Knowing she’d been caught ogling the older woman, Lissa reddened a little as she nodded. In truth, she was very attracted to both Carla and Annabel, but Annabel was more her type; the only serious girlfriend she’d ever had had also been a blue-eyed blonde.
“She’s also very obedient,” continued Carla. “Annabel, come over here and give Lissa a kiss.”
Lissa’s eyes went wide and her heart was pounding in her chest as Annabel docilely crossed the room, bent over, and pressed her lips softly against the younger girl’s. They shared a long, lingering kiss that got both of their juices flowing; Carla was already copiously wet between the legs.
When Annabel straightened up again, Carla said, “Now show her your tits.” Annabel did as she was told, pulling off her top and letting it drop onto the table. Her rose-pink nipples were standing up tall and proud, just inches from Lissa’s face.
Lissa looked over at Carla, surprised and excited, hardly believing what was happening. She seemed to be asking permission, so Carla nodded her head almost imperceptibly. Lissa extended her tongue and licked one nipple, then the other; then parted her lips and took one into her mouth. Annabel moaned softly, and that seemed to snap something within Lissa. She moved to the other breast, stretching her mouth wide to take in as much of it as she could, while gripping Annabel tightly around the waist with both hands.
Carla grinned and quickly gulped the last bit of wine in her glass. Then she stood up, walked over behind Annabel, and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her stepmother’s yoga pants on either side. She slowly pulled the pants down until they were on the floor at Annabel’s feet, then pressed herself against Annabel from behind.
Lisa watched with her mouth hanging open as Carla’s right hand slid across Annabel’s belly, down through her thatch of blond hair, and between her legs. Annabel parted her thighs slightly and Carla slid a finger inside her, giving Lissa’s eager eyes a glimpse of the bright pink inside. Lissa licked her lips and her nostrils flared as she got a strong whiff of Annabel’s arousal.
“Would you like a taste?” asked Carla. Lisa just gaped at her, unable to speak. She didn’t really need to anyway; the answer to the question was obvious. Carla patted the surface of the table with one hand and Annabel obediently hopped up onto it. Carla pushed Annabel back onto the table and spread her legs so her lusciously wet pussy was staring Lissa right in the face.
Lissa scooted forward in her chair, panting like a dog, and again looked over at Carla. There was joy in her eyes, and desire, and gratitude. Carla found herself wondering what she’d been so worried about earlier — wasn’t this a good thing for all of them?
After placing a kiss on Annabel’s mound, Lissa lapped gently at her inner thighs. Annabel sighed and let her legs fall farther open. Carla now moved over behind Lissa and bent forward, giving her a perfect view as Lissa’s tongue traced across Annabel’s pussy lips and then pushed between them.
Lissa had changed back into her new dress before dinner, going braless for comfort. Carla now slid the straps down off her shoulders and pulled the front of the dress down, reaching both hands down to cup Lissa’s breasts and stroke her nipples. They were already rock-hard but grew harder still as Carla stimulated them.
Leaning down, Carla began to lick and nibble on Lissa’s neck as she continued to explore Annabel’s pussy with her tongue. Annabel had braced her feet against the back of the chair Lissa was sitting on, arching her back to push her crotch into the younger woman’s face.
Soon Annabel was coming, letting out a loud, uninhibited howl that made Carla’s whole body vibrate sympathetically. Carla’s heart was beating fast and her nether regions were throbbing, but she took a deep breath and told herself to relax. There was so much that she wanted to do, and they had the whole night to do it in.
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Friday, April 12, 2019
Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 91
After thinking about it for a few minutes, Carla decided on a return trip to the same bar they’d visited two nights before, wanting to be someplace comfortable and familiar. She may also have had in the back of her mind the idea of a return engagement with Amira and Loren, but they were nowhere to be seen. In fact it was a very slow night at the bar, with only a handful of customers present.
Instead of the jazz band, music was being provided by a lone girl with an acoustic guitar. She was playing and singing quietly, and her face was mostly hidden behind an asymmetrical — and, Carla thought, not terribly flattering — haircut. All that was visible was a wave of light brown hair streaked with a few lines of scarlet dye.
Carla and Annabel got their drinks and sat down at a corner table. There was a soft murmur of conversation in the room, but Carla kept finding her attention drawn back to the musician, who seemed to be playing one incredibly sad song after another. She did not have the best voice, but there was something compelling about her performance. She radiated sincerity, making the listener really feel her emotions, and wish they could do something to help her.
After a few songs they moved closer and Carla gazed into her face, trying to get a better look and make eye contact if she could. Finally the girl shook her head and the hair swept to one side, revealing a pretty, fine-featured face and the biggest, saddest brown eyes Carla had ever seen. Seeing Carla look at her, the musician smiled shyly and shook her head again, causing a tumble of hair to once again fall across her face.
At first Annabel was a little put out at Carla’s focus on the young singer, who didn’t appear to be old enough to actually drink in the bar she was playing in. But eventually she too was won over, and she sensed something different about Carla’s interest in this girl. Carla eyes were not burning with lust, but dewy with tender feeling.
When the set was over Carla clapped loudly and enthusiastically, and Annabel quickly joined in. When the girl peered out at them from behind her hair it was clear that she was blushing, embarrassed by the ardency of their response.
Her guitar case was open at her feet with only a couple of loose dollars in it. Carla opened her purse, took out all the cash inside — about $50 — and dropped it into the case. Taken aback, the singer stood up and sat her guitar down in the chair she’d just vacated. She was tallish, with a body shape undefined under a flannel shirt and loose jeans. It appeared that she was starting to say something — her mouth moved, but nothing came out.
Carla started to chat her up, and though she was quiet at first, after a few minutes she began to open up. Carla bought all of three of them drinks and they huddled together at a quiet table. Over the next hour Carla learned the following: The girl’s name was Lissa, and she had moved from Wisconsin to L.A. about a year ago to try and make it in the music business. It had not gone well — she was a shy and quiet person with no gift for self-promotion, and though she’d made a couple of contacts with producers, both of them had turned out to want to fuck her before they’d do anything to help her career.
In the meantime she’d quickly burned through her savings and though she’d had a number of day jobs, she kept losing them for one reason or another. Three times she’d moved to a smaller apartment, and just that day she’d been evicted from the latest one. Everything she still owned — a duffel bag full of clothes and her guitar — she had with her at the bar. She’d been hoping to make enough in tips that night to get a hotel room, but even with Carla’s generous contribution she was falling short.
Both Carla and Annabel felt warmly sympathetic to Lissa’s plight, and Carla did not hesitate to invite her to spend the night with them. She was hesitant to accept, stuttering “Gee, that’s awfully nice of you, but...”
Carla waved her off. “I’m not taking no for an answer,” said Carla firmly. When she had made up her mind about something, her voice carried a lot of authority; Lissa didn’t argue any further. Carla was happy; it felt very satisfying, actually, to be able to help someone who really needed it.
By now the bar was about to close, so they loaded Lissa and her stuff into the car and drove home. Annabel set Lissa up in the guest room and all three of them called it a night. Upon crawling into bed Annabel kissed Carla warmly and cuddled up on her shoulder, touched by the way she’d shown generosity to a stranger in need.
* * *
By the time Carla and Annabel came downstairs in the morning, Lissa had already showered and dressed, and had mixed a bowl of eggs that she then threw on the stove to make omelets for everyone. She seemed much more lively than the night before, refreshed perhaps by a good night’s sleep in a comfortable bed.
“Your house is so beautiful,” said Lissa. “This is the kind of place people dream of living in.”
Carla looked around; it was hard to argue with her. The sun was shining on the ocean, reflecting dazzling ripples of light into the kitchen. Carla was struck suddenly by how lucky she was to live the way she did. She may have had issues with her father, but her there was certainly no faulting the way he provided.
Lissa was a gifted cook, it turned out; the omelets were phenomenally delicious and Carla wolfed hers down with embarrassing speed. When Lissa offered to make her seconds, Carla hesitated only briefly before saying OK.
Carla studied Lissa as she cooked. She was a pretty girl with wonderful eyes, it was just a shame about that haircut. Well, that was situation that could be rectified. As a matter of fact, she and Annabel were in need of a little neatening up, so Carla called her stylist and made appointments for all three of them.
After breakfast Annabel did the dishes and Carla took Lissa out onto the deck. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Lissa looked every bit like the wholesome Midwestern girl she was, or at least had been. Carla found it strange that she hadn’t once thought about Lissa in a sexual way. It wasn’t that she was unattractive; more that she seemed like such a lost soul, it was hard to feel sorry for her and lust after her at the same time.
Carla wondered what Lissa thought her and Annabel’s relationship was. Annabel had been wearing her collar since the previous night, but she and Carla hadn’t been particularly demonstrative in Lissa’s presence. Still, Lissa had to know there was something between them.
At the stylist Carla and Annabel just got trims, but Lissa emerged with a chic little bob that revealed much more of her face, changing her appearance dramatically. Feeling beneficent, Carla treated all of them to mani/pedis, then they went clothes shopping. At Carla’s behest Lissa tried on dozens of different outfits before settling on a flowery summer dress that completed her transformation into a whole different person.
At one point Lissa balked at having so much money spent on her, and Carla told her not to worry about tit. “My father has more money than God,” she said. “It’s a pleasure to spend some of it on someone other than myself.” She had almost said “someone who really needs it,” but stopped herself just in time; she wanted to build Lissa up, not tear her down.
After shopping they had a late lunch and then went to a yoga class. Carla insisted on treating Lissa to yoga clothes from the studio’s boutique, and upon seeing her in them, found her libido beginning to rev. Lissa was long and lithe, with a perfectly rounded little butt and high, well-formed breasts. The top she was wearing showed off her narrow waist and a lean, flat belly that any model would have been proud of; it was probably the result of poverty as much as anything, but it looked good.
The teacher of the class was an older woman with short hair who was in great shape for her age but not Carla’s type. Carla was glad; she was feeling suddenly horny and the sight of Asha might have driven her into a frenzy. As it was, Carla had a hard time concentrating on the poses. Looking around at the many lovely women in the room, and at the two splendid specimens on either side of her, she felt a distinct tingle between her legs. Something would have to be done about that sooner or later.
.
Instead of the jazz band, music was being provided by a lone girl with an acoustic guitar. She was playing and singing quietly, and her face was mostly hidden behind an asymmetrical — and, Carla thought, not terribly flattering — haircut. All that was visible was a wave of light brown hair streaked with a few lines of scarlet dye.
Carla and Annabel got their drinks and sat down at a corner table. There was a soft murmur of conversation in the room, but Carla kept finding her attention drawn back to the musician, who seemed to be playing one incredibly sad song after another. She did not have the best voice, but there was something compelling about her performance. She radiated sincerity, making the listener really feel her emotions, and wish they could do something to help her.
After a few songs they moved closer and Carla gazed into her face, trying to get a better look and make eye contact if she could. Finally the girl shook her head and the hair swept to one side, revealing a pretty, fine-featured face and the biggest, saddest brown eyes Carla had ever seen. Seeing Carla look at her, the musician smiled shyly and shook her head again, causing a tumble of hair to once again fall across her face.
At first Annabel was a little put out at Carla’s focus on the young singer, who didn’t appear to be old enough to actually drink in the bar she was playing in. But eventually she too was won over, and she sensed something different about Carla’s interest in this girl. Carla eyes were not burning with lust, but dewy with tender feeling.
When the set was over Carla clapped loudly and enthusiastically, and Annabel quickly joined in. When the girl peered out at them from behind her hair it was clear that she was blushing, embarrassed by the ardency of their response.
Her guitar case was open at her feet with only a couple of loose dollars in it. Carla opened her purse, took out all the cash inside — about $50 — and dropped it into the case. Taken aback, the singer stood up and sat her guitar down in the chair she’d just vacated. She was tallish, with a body shape undefined under a flannel shirt and loose jeans. It appeared that she was starting to say something — her mouth moved, but nothing came out.
Carla started to chat her up, and though she was quiet at first, after a few minutes she began to open up. Carla bought all of three of them drinks and they huddled together at a quiet table. Over the next hour Carla learned the following: The girl’s name was Lissa, and she had moved from Wisconsin to L.A. about a year ago to try and make it in the music business. It had not gone well — she was a shy and quiet person with no gift for self-promotion, and though she’d made a couple of contacts with producers, both of them had turned out to want to fuck her before they’d do anything to help her career.
In the meantime she’d quickly burned through her savings and though she’d had a number of day jobs, she kept losing them for one reason or another. Three times she’d moved to a smaller apartment, and just that day she’d been evicted from the latest one. Everything she still owned — a duffel bag full of clothes and her guitar — she had with her at the bar. She’d been hoping to make enough in tips that night to get a hotel room, but even with Carla’s generous contribution she was falling short.
Both Carla and Annabel felt warmly sympathetic to Lissa’s plight, and Carla did not hesitate to invite her to spend the night with them. She was hesitant to accept, stuttering “Gee, that’s awfully nice of you, but...”
Carla waved her off. “I’m not taking no for an answer,” said Carla firmly. When she had made up her mind about something, her voice carried a lot of authority; Lissa didn’t argue any further. Carla was happy; it felt very satisfying, actually, to be able to help someone who really needed it.
By now the bar was about to close, so they loaded Lissa and her stuff into the car and drove home. Annabel set Lissa up in the guest room and all three of them called it a night. Upon crawling into bed Annabel kissed Carla warmly and cuddled up on her shoulder, touched by the way she’d shown generosity to a stranger in need.
* * *
By the time Carla and Annabel came downstairs in the morning, Lissa had already showered and dressed, and had mixed a bowl of eggs that she then threw on the stove to make omelets for everyone. She seemed much more lively than the night before, refreshed perhaps by a good night’s sleep in a comfortable bed.
“Your house is so beautiful,” said Lissa. “This is the kind of place people dream of living in.”
Carla looked around; it was hard to argue with her. The sun was shining on the ocean, reflecting dazzling ripples of light into the kitchen. Carla was struck suddenly by how lucky she was to live the way she did. She may have had issues with her father, but her there was certainly no faulting the way he provided.
Lissa was a gifted cook, it turned out; the omelets were phenomenally delicious and Carla wolfed hers down with embarrassing speed. When Lissa offered to make her seconds, Carla hesitated only briefly before saying OK.
Carla studied Lissa as she cooked. She was a pretty girl with wonderful eyes, it was just a shame about that haircut. Well, that was situation that could be rectified. As a matter of fact, she and Annabel were in need of a little neatening up, so Carla called her stylist and made appointments for all three of them.
After breakfast Annabel did the dishes and Carla took Lissa out onto the deck. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Lissa looked every bit like the wholesome Midwestern girl she was, or at least had been. Carla found it strange that she hadn’t once thought about Lissa in a sexual way. It wasn’t that she was unattractive; more that she seemed like such a lost soul, it was hard to feel sorry for her and lust after her at the same time.
Carla wondered what Lissa thought her and Annabel’s relationship was. Annabel had been wearing her collar since the previous night, but she and Carla hadn’t been particularly demonstrative in Lissa’s presence. Still, Lissa had to know there was something between them.
At the stylist Carla and Annabel just got trims, but Lissa emerged with a chic little bob that revealed much more of her face, changing her appearance dramatically. Feeling beneficent, Carla treated all of them to mani/pedis, then they went clothes shopping. At Carla’s behest Lissa tried on dozens of different outfits before settling on a flowery summer dress that completed her transformation into a whole different person.
At one point Lissa balked at having so much money spent on her, and Carla told her not to worry about tit. “My father has more money than God,” she said. “It’s a pleasure to spend some of it on someone other than myself.” She had almost said “someone who really needs it,” but stopped herself just in time; she wanted to build Lissa up, not tear her down.
After shopping they had a late lunch and then went to a yoga class. Carla insisted on treating Lissa to yoga clothes from the studio’s boutique, and upon seeing her in them, found her libido beginning to rev. Lissa was long and lithe, with a perfectly rounded little butt and high, well-formed breasts. The top she was wearing showed off her narrow waist and a lean, flat belly that any model would have been proud of; it was probably the result of poverty as much as anything, but it looked good.
The teacher of the class was an older woman with short hair who was in great shape for her age but not Carla’s type. Carla was glad; she was feeling suddenly horny and the sight of Asha might have driven her into a frenzy. As it was, Carla had a hard time concentrating on the poses. Looking around at the many lovely women in the room, and at the two splendid specimens on either side of her, she felt a distinct tingle between her legs. Something would have to be done about that sooner or later.
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