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.

 

Carla never did find out exactly what Annabel said — whether she repeated what Carla had told her, or made up something of her own. It didn’t matter, though. Whatever it was, it had worked.

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. Everything was happening so fast, but what was how things seemed to happen in Carla’s world.

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, slumping down onto one side. 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 labia. 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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