Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 55

Annabel woke up squishy wet between the legs. She must have had a sexy dream, she thought.

She gazed over at Carla, who was sleeping next to her, mostly uncovered. Annabel was very tempted to lean down and start sucking Carla’s nipples, but then Carla rolled over onto her side facing away, and Annabel saw that they were not alone. Kim was snoozing away on Carla’s other side, and Annabel realized that there must have been more activity in this bed after she’d fallen asleep.

For a minute Annabel felt a little put out, wondering what she had missed. But, she told herself, there was still the whole day to look forward to.

After sliding out of bed Annabel put on her robe and went downstairs to make some tea. She was so horny that she thought about masturbating, but she really wanted to fuck somebody, so she kept herself distracted with web surfing until Carla and Kim finally appeared, still gloriously naked, just before noon.

To Annabel’s disappointment, though, neither of them appeared interested in sex, even after Annabel let her robe fall open and sat with her legs spread. Instead, they had bowls of cereal and headed out to the deck, where they spent most of the afternoon sunbathing in the nude. Annabel joined them for awhile, hoping that something might kick off, but neither Carla or Kim made a move, and Annabel was still a little too shy to initiate anything herself.

Eventually Annabel gave up and went to the upstairs bathroom to finger herself, but it didn’t help, just made her that much more aroused. When she stepped out of the bathroom, Carla was standing there at the top of the stairs dressed in nothing but a thin sheen of sweat. A whole fantasy ran through Annabel’s mind in a flash: Carla would order her to her knees, step forward, push Annabel’s face into her crotch and make Annabel lick her pussy right there in the hallway. Then she’d take Annabel into the bedroom, tie her up, and fuck her with a strap-on while Kim sat on her face.

But none of that happened. Instead Carla — oblivious to Annabel’s look of pleading neediness — said firmly, “Get cleaned up. We’re going out tonight.”

Obediently, Annabel showered, shaved, and powdered, then presented herself for inspection. Carla nodded approvingly, then she and Kim worked together to squeeze Annabel into a dress that they’d bought the day before, a skintight leather sheath that showed a lot of cleavage and barely came down to midthigh. With this dress no underwear was necessary, or even possible, but they added a garter belt and Annabel’s highest heels to the outfit.

Between the wobbly heels and the constricting dress Annabel could barely walk, but it wasn’t like she was going to need to get anywhere in a hurry. Kim took her by the arm and led her slowly into the bathroom. Rummaging through the makeup kit she’d brought, Kim brought out dark eye shadow and black lipstick, which she used to complete Annabel’s look.

When she looked into the mirror Annabel barely recognized the bondage queen staring back at her. She looked very sexy and quite formidable, like a whole different person. Kim came up behind her, kissed Annabel on the neck, then gently licked her ear, making her shiver and causing goosebumps to raise on her skin. “You look yummy,” whispered Kim.

Carla and Kim also dressed for the occasion, but their outfits were conservative by comparison. Kim wore a simple white dress, while Carla matched a black leather skirt with a black tank top. In her heels Annabel was almost as tall as Carla, which felt funny.

When Carla saw Annabel stepping gingerly down the stairs, holding tight to the banister for support, her heart skipped a beat. Annabel had never looked so smoking hot, and Carla gave serious thought to blowing off their plans and fucking her stepmother right there and then. She’d wanted to all day but held off to make sure Annabel would be in a heightened state of sexual tension. In the process she’d managed to make herself frustrated too. But she was sure it would be worth it in the end.

Shaking her head, Carla made herself look away and turned toward the front door. As they were leaving Annabel started to remove her collar, but Carla stopped her. “Entirely appropriate for where we’re going,” she said with a devilish grin.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 54

The sun was setting as Carla and Annabel drove home from the mall. They listened to some mellow music, saying little, feeling relaxed and contented. Annabel yawned, stretched, and let her head fall back onto the headrest. Images of their tryst in the lingerie store drifted through her mind; she could still taste Farah on her lips.

After dinner Annabel went into the living room to read while Carla took her iPad out onto the back deck. But after an hour or so Carla found herself thinking back on the day’s shenanigans and getting incredibly turned on.

Heading into the living room, Carla took Annabel’s book out of her hands and sat it down on the coffee table. After stripping Annabel naked, Carla licked her from head to toe, spending a little extra time on the good parts.

Afterward Carla took Annabel upstairs and fucked her good and hard with a strap-on, after which Annabel rolled over and immediately fell fast asleep. Carla was momentarily frustrated — she kind of wanted to have her pussy licked, and thought about waking her stepmother up for that purpose. But Annabel looked so blissfully content laying there that Carla decided to leave her be.

Instead Carla texted Kim — “Need you here. Now.” — threw on jeans and a T-shirt, and headed out to the deck. On the way she poured herself a tall vodka tonic with lime.

Outside Carla sat watching the water and the moon, idly sipping her drink and letting her mind wander. How long was it, she asked herself, since she and Annabel had gotten involved? It seemed like years but had been only weeks. Thinking of the future she realized, dimly, that eventually this summer was going to have to end. Carla would have to go back to school, and what would Annabel do then? Would she be able to go back to the way things had been before?

Carla hoped not. Annabel deserved more, she was sure of that.

After awhile Carla moved back inside and when Kim arrived she found Carla in the living room, shorts down around one ankle, quietly fingering herself. One look in Carla’s eyes told Kim what was wanted of her, and without a word she dropped to her knees and began licking Carla’s pussy.

It only took a minute for Carla to come, sensitized as she was. Taking a deep breath, she pushed Kim away, taking a minute to feel the pleasure tingling through her body. Then she stood Kim up, took her by the hand, and led her upstairs.

In the bedroom Carla broke out her water pipe and they smoked some of the weed that Carla had gotten from Katya. It was great stuff, and within a few minutes they were both high as kites, a hazy cloud of smoke hovering in the air.

Pulling off Kim’s clothes, Carla laid her down on the bed and climbed into 69 position on top of her. For a long interval they ate each other slowly and blissfully as Annabel slept on right beside them.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 53

Watching through the window, Carla saw Farah straighten up when she heard the shop door open. She stepped down out of the window and walked over toward Annabel; the two of them exchanged greetings and a few sentences passed between them.

From her angle Carla couldn’t see Annabel’s face, but could tell that her stepmother was having a hard time meeting the younger woman's eyes. She was just starting to worry that Annabel had chickened out when she saw Farah’s expression change rapidly — first shocked, then thoughtful, then a broad smile began to spread across her face.

Moving quickly and quietly, Carla slipped inside the shop and closed and locked the door behind her. Farah looked over at her. “I figured you had to be around here somewhere,” she said, walking to the door and turning the sign around to say “Closed.” Gesturing to Carla and Annabel she said, “Come with me.”

She led them to the back of the shop, where there was an office/break room with a desk, couch, and refrigerator. Farah opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of champagne. “We always keep one on chill for special occasions,” she said.

Farah popped open the bottle and poured a glass for herself and one for Carla; Annabel’s mouth would be otherwise occupied for a while. They clinked glasses. “I had a feeling about you two,” said Farah. “I thought you’d be back.”

Sitting down on the couch, Farah rolled up her pink skirt, pulled off her white thong, and leaned back with her legs splayed open. She was surprisingly hairy down there, her pussy almost hidden behind an abundant thatch of curls. But she seemed completely at ease in her body; her manner was totally self-confident, as if random customers offered themselves to her all the time. And maybe they did, thought Carla; she was certainly a delicious specimen.

“Well,” said Farah to Annabel, “let’s see what you’ve got.”

Carla smiled; this was working out better than she could have imagined. She hung back as Annabel stepped forward. Annabel could hardly believe she was doing this, but promises had been made, and Farah’s pussy was beckoning her. She dropped to her knees.

Farah took Annabel’s chin in her hands and leaned forward for a kiss. “I love this job,” she said, more to Carla than to Annabel. “You meet so many interesting people.” She used one hand to guide Annabel’s head down between her legs. 

Annabel took a deep breath and dove in. Here she was again, going down on a virtual stranger. This seemed to be a regular part of her life now, with Carla calling the shots, but it was hard to complain too much; Farah’s cunt was musky, exquisite, and full of flavor.

Carla sipped her champagne and watched, feeling proud at how well-trained Annabel was. She was even prouder when, a short time later, Farah — who had been nonchalant at first — was forced to sit her glass down and lean her head back on the couch, trembling visibly as Annabel tongue-fucked her.

There was something haughty in Farah’s bearing, as if being serviced by everyone she came across was simply her just desserts. Seeing this made Carla want to bring her down a notch. Stepping forward, Carla put a hand on Annabel’s shoulder and pulled her back slightly, indicating that she was to slow down.

Bending over, Carla reached down and pulled off Farah’s top, revealing a very expensive-looking black lace bra. She unhooked the bra and tossed it aside, then spent a minute squeezing and fondling Farah’s breasts. They were smaller than hers and Annabel’s, but still quite nice, with thick nipples that Carla pinched and rolled between her fingers.

Farah looked up somewhat dreamily as Carla shucked off her own top and bra, bringing her right breast to Farah’s mouth. Annabel was still down between Farah’s thighs, but taking her time now, paying attention to the younger woman’s thighs and belly as well as her pussy. 

Carla took turns feeding Farah each of her tits, gripping Farah’s head firmly with one hand. When Annabel took a first tentative lick at Farah’s clit, she went completely limp. Taking hold of Farah’s shoulders, Carla rolled her over so she was laying across the couch on her back; and before she could even think of resisting, she had a faceful of Carla’s pussy.

Responding instinctively, Farah extended her tongue and took a big slurp of nectar from between Carla’s pussy lips. Carla let her full weight sink down onto Farah, bending forward and nuzzling her face into the Persian girl’s ample black pubic fuzz. She nodded to indicate that Annabel was dismissed, for the time being at least. 

Annabel picked up Farah’s abandoned glass of champagne and took a long pull. Now it was her turn to watch for awhile. She saw Farah’s black-haired head moving between Carla’s legs, saw Carla penetrate Farah with one finger, then two, then three. 

Farah came first, quivering all over, moaning into Carla’s crotch. Then Carla came, then Farah again. At this point Carla sat up and ground down with all her strength onto Farah’s face, boobs bouncing as she built toward another orgasm.

This one seemed to satisfy her; she climbed off Farah, who lay there looking dazed and disheveled. Carla wasn’t quite done, though. Taking hold of Annabel, Carla sat her down on the couch and positioned her so her crotch was close to Farah’s head. Next, Carla rolled Farah over onto her stomach, grabbed a big handful of her hair, and pushed her face into Annabel’s pussy.

Carla saw to it that Farah pleasured Annabel thoroughly before releasing her. Afterward they polished off the bottle of champagne without saying much. As Carla and Annabel dressed to leave, Farah smiled up at them weakly. “Thanks,” she said. “Come again.”

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Carla invited Dylan to spend the night, but she declined. In the aftermath of their intense and passionate three-way, Dylan seemed a little embarrassed, like she had gone too far. Carla thought that was silly, but she understood that not everyone felt as free as she did about indulging their desires.

Annabel and Carla slept deeply and contentedly, feeling all the closer for having shared this new experience together. Annabel had a sexy dream where her whole yoga class was naked, and woke up wet and horny. But she found herself alone in bed. She threw on a robe and headed down the stairs, smelling the aroma of the strong coffee Carla favored wafting up from the kitchen.

It was another sunny, beautiful day and they were both in ebullient moods. They had no particular plans for the day and were absolutely free to do as they pleased; so of course they decided to go shopping.

They showered, dressed, and headed to the mall. As they walked in Annabel found herself wondering if people could tell just by looking at them that they had a special relationship. Or did they just look like any two women off to spend some money?

One of their first stops was at the lingerie shop, where they were served by an absolutely ravishing young woman in her mid-20s. Her nametag said “Farah” and she had that classic Persian look: dark hair, dark eyes, and smooth, light brown skin. She was very friendly, helpful, even a little flirty. 

At first, Carla and Annabel were the only customers, and Farah was very attentive, handing clothes into the fitting room for them. Carla took advantage of the privacy to fondle Annabel, pinching her nipples, cupping her breasts, and briefly fingering her pussy. She hoped that Farah might walk in on them, but so such luck; the shop was filling up, and Farah found herself dividing her attention between a half-dozen women. 

When they checked out, Farah apologized, saying that her co-worker had called in sick and left her to look after the shop by herself. Carla walked away with several new pairs of panties, while Annabel got a garter belt and stockings that Carla had picked out for her.

They spent the rest of the day shopping for clothes and shoes, taking time for a long, leisurely lunch at an Asian fusion restaurant and mani/pedis at the mall’s most expensive spa. Several times they made trips back to the car to drop off their accumulated packages. They spent a lot of time in fitting rooms, and Carla molested her stepmother every chance she got, with the result that Annabel’s nipples were visibly hard all day and her panties were constantly soaked.

Carla loved watching people watch Annabel, knowing that this beautiful woman who so many lusted after was entirely under her dominion. She fantasized about parading Annabel around the mall naked, collared, and leashed, offering to her anyone who wanted her. Or to anyone Carla thought deserved her, which was something else entirely.

At the end of the day, as they made their way back to the parking lot, they passed by the lingerie shop again. Farah was in the window, bent over, fussing with the window display. In this position her short black skirt was riding up, revealing her strong, shapely thighs and the bottom part of her ass.

For a minute Carla and Annabel just stood and watched, hypnotized by what they were seeing. But Carla’s mind was racing, planning. She craned her head to look into the shop; there were no customers inside. The sign on the door still said “Open,” but closing time was fast approaching.

“Go in there and offer yourself to that girl,” said Carla.

“Huh?” responded Annabel.

“I want you to go in there,” repeated Carla. “Tell her she’s pretty, and offer to lick her pussy.”

Annabel blushed at the mere thought of what was being suggested. “I...I couldn’t....”

Carla’s expression turned cold and hard. “You want to walk home? Do as I tell you.” When Annabel looked like she was about to start crying, Carla took pity on her. “Look, what’s the worst that could happen? She says no, we go home.” Glancing back over at Farah — who had now bent over even more, revealing a bit of thong — Carla added, “On the other hand....”

Annabel felt a surge of electricity between her legs. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage, opened the door, and stepped inside.

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Maneuvering Dylan in such a way that she was laying atop Annabel, face to face with their boobs pressed together, Carla leaned over to retrieve two pairs of handcuffs from the bedside table. She cuffed Dylan’s left wrist to Annabel’s right and vice versa, slipped a blindfold onto Dylan’s head, and sat back to admire her handiwork. The two older women were now naked, bound, blind, and completely at her disposal.

Carla grabbed her favorite strap-on and equipped herself. She intended to fuck Dylan senseless, but first she wanted a taste of that beautiful red-haired pussy. She crawled down to the foot of the bed, pausing to take a deep breath of the mingled smells rising from between Dylan and Annabel’s legs. Then she spread Dylan’s legs wide, parted Dylan’s labia with her thumbs, and stuck her tongue deep inside.

Dylan whimpered and wriggled, lifting her hips slightly as Carla licked her all over, relishing the taste of her pussy juice. Since she was there already Carla went ahead and fingered Annabel as well, enjoying the way her stepmother writhed in response.

When she sensed that Dylan was on the brink of orgasm Carla pulled herself away. Dylan was so delicious that it was hard to stop, but Carla had other things in mind. She got onto her knees and pointed the tip of the strap-on at the gap between Dylan’s pussy lips.

Dylan and Annabel had been kissing on and off all this time, and Dylan moaned into Annabel’s mouth when Carla penetrated her. Holding Dylan’s hips with both hands, Carla gave it to her good and hard, planting one foot on the floor for better leverage. Dylan’s cries rose in pitch, volume, and intensity as Carla kept up a steady rhythm, bearing down a little more with each thrust.

When Dylan came she barked out “Oh, fuck,” then went quiet and limp, letting her full weight sink down onto Annabel. Annabel rather enjoyed the feeling of Dylan’s body pressing down on her. She enjoyed it even more when she felt the shaft of the strap-on pushing into her. Now it was Annabel’s turn to tremble and moan as Dylan kissed and licked her neck and ears.

When Annabel came Carla went back to fucking Dylan. She kept alternating until she was pretty sure both of them had had about as much as they could take. As she removed the strap-on Carla savored the sight of the two naked women laying there docile and sated, glistening with sweat. Only one thing remained on her agenda. 

Removing Dylan and Annabel’s blindfolds, Carla positioned herself so that her crotch was right next to their heads. They both had to contort themselves a little to get to Carla’s pussy, but they did it happily, glad to be able to return some of the pleasure she had given them.

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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. 

Something about Dylan had gotten Carla’s attention. It wasn’t necessarily that she was resistant, or defiant — she seemed content to let Carla dictate how the situation evolved. But there was some core of strength in Dylan that Carla instinctively took as a challenge. She liked a challenge, though, and looked forward to seeing what might unfold.

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As the time for Dylan’s arrival approached, Annabel found herself growing more and more nervous. What would Dylan think of the strange relationship between Annabel and her stepdaughter? What if she disapproved? This was not part of Carla’s circle, but an outsider. What if she told someone, who told someone, who told someone else, until the whole world knew?

She found herself half-hoping that Dylan would cancel, but then she heard a car approaching, and saw Dylan park and start walking toward the house.

Annabel took the opportunity to check herself one last time in the full-length mirror. After spending half the afternoon making Annabel try on practically everything in her closet, looking for just the right outfit, Carla had put Annabel in one of her own skirts — a black-and-white-striped mini — and a white camisole top. She also had on heels and black stockings that came up to just above her knees, leaving a nice expanse of bare thigh. Underneath she was wearing her crotchless panties and cut-out bra.

The doorbell rang and Annabel scurried to answer it, her heart pounding. She opened the door to find Dylan holding a bottle of wine, looking radiantly lovely in a tight, low-cut green dress. They exchanged greetings and Annabel could tell that Dylan’s eyes were immediately drawn to her collar. Seeing Dylan see the collar, she blushed furiously.

That afternoon, Annabel had asked Carla if she might please be excused from wearing the collar when Dylan came over. When Carla just stared at her, Annabel had backed off right away, mumbling meekly, “Never mind.”

Annabel led Dylan to the kitchen, where Carla had again taken charge of the meal. She was in front of the stove stirring a pot of sauce when they entered.

“Dylan, this is my stepdaughter Carla,” she said. “Carla, this is Dylan.”

Carla quickly sized up the newcomer. She was even more beautiful than Annabel had described, with long, slightly wavy red hair, alabaster skin, and a perfectly sculpted set of curves. Her dress displayed a substantial but tasteful amount of cleavage — enough to show off without bragging.

“Nice to meet you,” said Carla, wiping her hand on her apron and extending it. She herself had dressed straightforwardly in black jeans and a blue tank top, content for now to let Annabel outshine her. The way they were dressed, Carla looked like the mature woman, Annabel like the young girl just out of her teens.

“Nice to meet you too,” answered Dylan. “It smells wonderful in here.”

“Thanks,” said Carla. “I learned to cook from my Italian grandmother. I’ll never be as good as she was, but I keep trying.” They both laughed. “Annabel,” she added, “get our guest something to drink.”

Carla’s tone was mostly neutral, but with just enough of an edge to get Dylan’s attention — it was pretty clear who was in charge here. She was dying to know about the collar, but figured things would become clear soon enough.

The meal was a little less virtuosic than the one Carla had made for the party a few days previously, but still delicious and satisfying. Afterwards they adjourned to the deck, where they stood by the back railing staring at the ocean. A nearly full moon hung in the sky and was reflected in the water, bathing the three of them in white light.

They seemed to have run out of things to say, and it had been quiet for a few minutes when Carla turned to Dylan and asked, “So what are your intentions toward my stepmother?”

Dylan furrowed her brow. “Um, what do you mean, exactly?”

“Do you want to fuck her?”

Dylan was momentarily taken aback by Carla’s directness. She looked over at Annabel, back at Carla, then answered honestly. “Of course.”

“Aren’t you a married woman?”

“My husband knows that I play around with women when he’s gone. We have an understanding.”

“So that’s what this would be?” asked Carla. “Play?”

“Well...yeah,” answered Dylan. “Is there something wrong with that?”

There were a few seconds of heavy silence, then Carla said, “You can kiss her.”

Again, Dylan was momentarily taken aback. The nerve of this girl! Then she looked over at Annabel, who stood there wide-eyed, waiting to see what was going to happen. She looked so lovely and so vulnerable; her nipples were poking out from her top and she was nervously playing with a strand of hair. Dylan stepped forward and pressed her lips against Annabel’s.

This time Annabel didn’t resist or pull away, but kissed back with all her heart. The kiss was sensuous, thrilling, overwhelming; Annabel felt a little lightheaded and rocked backwards on her heels, only to find Carla pressing against her from behind.

Carla pulled Annabel’s top up and off. Her erect nipples were jutting out through the cut-out bra, and Dylan leaned down to take one in her mouth. Annabel moaned and let her weight sink back against Carla, who reached down to hold Annabel around the waist. Dylan tasted the other nipple and then went back and forth between them, kissing, licking, and nibbling.

“Let's take this inside,” said Carla.

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When she came Annabel lost her balance and flopped over onto the floor so hard that Carla was worried she might have hurt herself. Annabel insisted that she was alright, though. “Nothing wounded but my pride,” she said, echoing a phrase that was a favorite of her father’s.

Carla helped Annabel up and led her upstairs. At the top of the stairs Annabel excused herself for a few seconds and ran into her room. When she returned, her collar was back in its rightful place. Carla smiled widely. “Good girl,” she said.

They adjourned to Carla’s room and went at it every which way: pussy-licking, 69, strap-on, face dildo. Carla was pleased to see that Annabel was really starting to shed her inhibitions. In fact it was she who’d gone into the drawer and gotten the face dildo, then dropped to her knees in front of Carla.

Afterward they were both starving and neither had the energy left to cook, so they decided to go out. After a quick shower they headed to Carla’s favorite sushi place. The food seemed to take forever — possibly just because they were so hungry — but when it came it was fantastic.

Annabel couldn’t remember when she’d been so happy. Here she was with her beautiful stepdaughter/lover, eating a delicious meal, body still buzzing with sexual ecstasy. Sighing with pleasure at almost every bite, she put away the sushi like it was going out of style.

Carla was no slouch in the sushi-eating department either. She remembered hearing once that anyone who liked sushi also liked to eat pussy. It was certainly true in her own case, and apparently in Annabel’s as well.

When the sushi was gone they both sat back, sighing contentedly. They’d overordered but the food was so good that they’d finished it anyway.

Carla was happy too, though a part of her was suspicious of anything that resembled cozy domesticity. She reminded herself that she was, after all, in charge of this situation, and that it didn't have to be anything she didn’t want it to be. 

As they lay in bed together that night, Annabel finally did something she’d been wanting to do for awhile now: Plucked up her courage and told Carla about Dylan. Carla’s reaction was immediate and decisive: “Well shit, invite her over to dinner. As soon as possible. Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?"

Carla was pleased for two reasons. First, because Annabel was now going out into the world and reeling in women that she’d never have found otherwise. Second, because Annabel had known better than to fuck anyone without her permission.

The next day was not one of Annabel’s normal yoga days, but she went to the studio anyway, hoping that Dylan would be there too. She arrived just as the first class of the morning was starting, but was disappointed to see no redheads in the crowd. 

Afterward she dawdled at the studio’s juice bar, keeping one eye on the door. She had just about given up when Dylan appeared. They smiled at each other and hugged; Dylan sensed immediately from Annabel’s demeanor that something had changed.

After a minute of small talk Annabel blurted out, “Can you come to dinner tonight?” Then, realizing that she needed to clarify, she added, “With, um, me and my stepdaughter.”

As it happened, Dylan’s husband had been away on location all week, so she was not just horny but lonely. She happily accepted the invitation, even though she would rather have had Annabel to herself.

Annabel walked away feeling proud of herself for being so assertive and excited about that evening, but also wondering — as she so often had lately — what exactly she was getting herself into.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Chapter 47

When the party finally broke up and Diana and the actresses took off, Carla went to bed but found herself tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a glass of straight vodka, hoping it would help her sleep. When that didn’t work she had another. By the time she finally managed to drift off, she had done some serious damage to the bottle.

This morning Daisy had taken off to work — she worked part-time as a barista to cover her modest expenses. Carla scrounged around the kitchen for something to eat but came up empty. So she headed out to a cafe and by the time she got there, she had come to a decision: She was going home immediately.

It cost her a pretty penny to change flights, but very rarely did she not do what she wanted to do because of money. It was the upside of having the father that she did. She took a cab to the airport, hangover beginning to clear now that she had some food and coffee in her. It was good to be heading home.

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Back at the house, Annabel decided to keep her collar off and lay out in the sun for awhile, see if she couldn’t fade that tan line a little bit. Carla wasn’t due back for another day, so she’d never know. Feeling bold, Annabel pulled off her top and laid out on a lounge chair wearing nothing but her yoga pants.

After awhile she  drifted off to sleep, so she never heard Carla’s car approaching the house. The sound of the front door startled her awake, though, and realizing immediately what was happening, she dashed for the house to get her collar. But it was too late — Carla was standing there in the hallway in front of her.

“Hi,” said Annabel, overjoyed that Carla was home, but worried about having been caught collarless.

“Hello,” responded Carla coolly. Then she reached out and grabbed Annabel around the neck where her collar was supposed to be. “What the hell is this?”

“I, um...” stammered Annabel. “There’s this tan line and....”

Carla held up her hand. “I don’t care.” In truth she was relieved at having been handed a pretext on which to punish Annabel. She was mad at her stepmother for making her feel the way she felt, distracting her from what should have been a great time in San Francisco, and prompting her to cut her trip short. She didn’t want to admit to Annabel or to herself how strong her feelings were becoming.

She pulled Annabel roughly into the living room, stripped her pants off, and bent her over the ottoman. After using Annabel’s yoga pants to tie her hands behind her back, Carla opened her suitcase and pulled out the cane she’d been given. She swished it back and forth the air a couple times so Annabel could see. 

Annabel gulped. This was a fearsome-looking implement, and while she trusted Carla not to injure her, she was afraid it was really going to hurt. When the first blow landed on her ass, she knew she had been right.

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When it was over, and Annabel lay sprawled across the ottoman with both butt cheeks glowing bright red, Carla took pity on her and went to get some lotion. This was by far the hardest that she’d ever punished her stepmother; every blow had carried all the force of her frustration and confused feelings. Afterwards, with all the aggression purged from her system, she felt much better.

Annabel felt better too, in a way. The caning had hurt like hell, but somehow the severity of the punishment felt like evidence of how much Carla cared about her.

Coming back into the room, Carla sat down on the floor and began to rub lotion on Annabel’s ass. “I actually like the tan line,” she said. “Anywhere you go, it tells anyone who has eyes to see that you belong to me. Keep it.”

Annabel nodded. The lotion felt fantastic on her poor tortured derriere, and it felt even better a few minutes later when Carla put the lotion down, spread her legs, and began to finger her. 

Carla was always amazed at how wet girls got when you gave them a good spanking. It’s just something in our nature, she guessed. Annabel moaned and writhed on the ottoman as Carla finger-fucked her, then bent down and licked along the back of Annabel’s left leg from the back of her knee up to her ass. 

Carla kissed and licked all around Annabel’s butt, which was still warm from the caning. Then she nibbled for awhile on Annabel’s inner thighs, nipping playfully at the satiny-soft flesh there. Annabel kept moving around, trying to get her pussy in contact with Carla’s mouth, and after a minute Carla let her. She stuck out her tongue and took a nice, deep slurp of the nectar flowing from between Annabel’s pussy lips.

“My God,” she thought, “that’s fucking good.” She dove into Annabel’s crotch with such complete abandon that Annabel soon found herself with her head resting somewhat awkwardly on the floor as Carla’s tongue bored into her from above.

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