Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 85

Kim spent the night but left early, needing to catch a flight for a family trip to Hawaii. She took the party invitation that Carla had given her, promising that she’d be there, since she would be back from her trip on the 3rd.

Carla and Annabel slept in, then had a long and luxurious breakfast. Carla had a craving for pancakes with chocolate chips, and Annabel whipped some up. When they were done Carla checked her list of people she wanted to deliver party invitations to; Katya was up next. Carla took a hit from her pen and sat down to think about how to make this errand fun.

After a couple minutes it hit her. And so it was that late that morning Annabel found herself in the passenger seat of Carla’s car wearing a metal bikini. She seemed to be having new experiences like this all the time lately, and as usual, she felt at once embarrassed and excited. Discomfort took the lead briefly when they pulled into the parking lot of a hardware store and Carla quickly hopped out and went inside.

Annabel was mindful of eyes on her, and felt more exposed in this costume than she would have felt in a regular bikini that covered less. But her primary concern soon became the sun, which was quickly heating up the metal against her skin. She cracked a door open while trying to remain inconspicuous, feeling a bit like an abandoned dog.

When Carla returned she was carrying a short length of chain with clips on either end, which she used to bind together Annabel’s wrist cuffs. She then turned on the engine and cranked up the AC, providing Annabel some much-needed relief but causing her skin to get all goosepimply.

A few minutes later they pulled up in front of Katya’s. Annabel hesitated; though there was nobody around that she could see, she knew she would feel awkward walking down the street in her present state. But when Carla came around and opened her door, she realized that she had no choice; she swallowed her misgivings and climbed out of the car. Carla took Annabel by the elbow and began to lead her toward Katya’s, bound hands dangling in front of her.

Just then a man in his 40s emerged from a door across the street and froze in his tracks, as if unable to believe what he was seeing. Annabel blushed and turned her head, paying attention to what was in front of her and not what was behind her, as they turned up the path to Katya’s door.

Carla knocked on the door and a few seconds later Katya appeared, squinting in the sunlight as she looked Annabel up and down. “I know you’re a big Star Wars fan,” said Carla. “So I brought you a present.”

Katya laughed and invited them in. They sat down in the living room and had a smoke while catching up on what had happened since they saw each other last. Though Carla did most of the talking, Katya hardly took her eyes off Annabel. She was in fact a huge Star Wars aficionado and had always had a special fondness for Princess Leia’s bikini — though Annabel was much more generously proportioned than Carrie Fisher.

When they were good and high Katya disappeared into her bedroom for a few minutes. She returned wearing a Darth Vader helmet and black cape, along with a long-sleeved black T-shirt. She also had on skin-tight black leather pants that displayed a sizable bulge in the crotch.

Walking over to stand in front of Annabel, Katya said, in the deepest voice she could muster, “Kneel before Lord Vader.”

Annabel obeyed, and Katya reached down and unzipped her pants, allowing a formidable black strap-on to pop out. After glancing over at Carla, who gazed back blankly — Annabel shouldn’t need to be told what to do — she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, then ran it up and down the whole length of the shaft.

Taking a firm grip on Annabel’s head, Katya pushed the head of the dildo between her lips and down into her throat. Annabel gulped and tried to take it all, as Katya stood imperiously with her head thrown back. From Carla’s vantage point behind her, she looked for all the world like a Sith Lord getting a blowjob.

After watching for a few minutes Carla was dying to get involved; this was just too good. “I need to get in on this,” she said. “Do you have any other costumes?”

Katya shrugged. “Not really. I’m always Darth for Halloween.”

“Never mind,” said Carla as she began to strip. “I’m another slave girl, OK?”

Katya could have sworn that her plastic phallus stood up a little taller and prouder at that moment. It was very unusual for Carla to be willing to take a submissive role, but apparently she was in a playful mood. When she was naked she knelt next to Annabel and took the shaft of the strap-on in her hand, looking up at Katya’s mask as she began to lick it.

It was quite a powerful feeling to have two girls on their knees in front of her, and Katya enjoyed every second of it. But eventually enough was enough; it was time for somebody to get fucked. She rolled Annabel onto hands and knees and, after a bit of difficulty, managed to remove the bottom of the metal bikini.

Feeling large and in charge, Katya ordered Carla, “Give her your pussy to lick.” Carla did as she was told, scooting over in front of Annabel and spreading her legs. Annabel began to eat her as Katya took hold of the strap-on and drove it forcefully into Annabel’s gushing-wet hole.

Katya craned her head to watch Annabel’s boobs bounce in the metal bikini top as she was being fucked. This was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, and she was on the point of coming without being touched; all it took was brushing the tip of her index finger across her clit to trigger a stupendous orgasm. This seemed to set off a chain reaction, with Annabel coming almost right away, then Carla.

Feeling parched and hot under her mask, Katya went to the fridge to get a beer, then realized she wouldn’t be able to drink it. It would have to wait. When she returned to the living room Carla was laying on the rug with her legs spread wide, pink slit glistening with arousal. “Fuck me, Lord Vader,” she said.

Katya obliged her, instructing Annabel to sit on Carla’s face as she was being fucked. Again Katya delighted at the rhythmic motions of Annabel’s breasts as she moved up and down on Carla’s tongue. It was weird for Annabel to look across at the impassive face of the villainous Lord Vader; and also kind of sexy, but ultimately distracting. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of Carla pleasuring her.

After two more rounds of orgasms they untangled themselves. Katya stood up, took off her harness and pants, and sat down on the couch with her legs spread. Carla had to pee, and when she came back, she stood for a while watching Annabel bury her face in Darth Vader’s crotch — not something you get to see every day.

At this point Katya decided she’d had enough of the mask, which was heavy and stifling. Taking it off and setting it aside, she asked Carla, “Would you get me a beer?”

Returning with a bottle in each hand, Carla sat down on the couch next to Katya. Katya downed half of the beer Carla handed her in one swig, then leaned her head back against the top of the couch. Lifting up Katya’s shirt, Carla dripped a little beer on each of her nipples, then licked it off.

A trickle of beer had escaped between Katya’s breasts and down her chest; Carla traced it with her tongue. Arriving at Katya’s belly, she got a delicious whiff of the scent rising up from between the blonde’s legs. So she continued to lick her way down, finally touching the tip of her tongue to Katya’s clit.

Katya climaxed immediately and convulsively, barking out a Russian curse word and digging her nails into Carla’s shoulder. Then she sighed, sipped her beer, and sat back.

Annabel remained on her knees, looking radiantly sweet and innocent. How did she manage to look so innocent, Carla wondered, with her face covered in another woman’s pussy juice and a dark blond cunt hair stuck to her upper lip? It was like she had some inner core of purity that couldn’t be touched. Reaching out her hand, Carla brushed the hair away, then leaned down to give Annabel a hard kiss on the mouth.

Afterward, Katya decided to sketch Annabel just as she was, wearing only the metal bikini top. She put on a robe and got her sketchbook as Carla got dressed and went to the kitchen to make them a snack. When she returned the sketch was already done; the face was a bit vague, but the bikini top and Annabel’s pubic hair were portrayed in loving detail.

When it was time to go Carla helped Annabel put her bottom back on and they exchanged hugs and kisses with Katya. When they got to the car Carla found Katya’s party invitation still sitting on the back seat; she had forgotten all about it. She quickly delivered it and they headed home.

Thinking ahead to their plans for that evening, Carla got a mental image of Asha and smiled. It was excellent news that the yoga teacher had agreed to attend the party; Carla was that much closer to attaining her goal. But she tried not to get ahead of herself — there was a lot to do between now and then.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 84

When Carla and Annabel arrived back at home, the sun was just touching the horizon. Carla sat down with her vape pen to watch the sunset as Annabel puttered around in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and wiping off the table.

As the minutes went by Carla began to develop a hankering for something sweet. By the time it was completely dark she had a full-blown vision of what she wanted, and set about making it a reality.

First she had Annabel strip and stretch out face-up on the kitchen table. Pulling Annabel’s limbs out into an X shape, Carla tied her wrists and ankles to the table legs, then grabbed some supplies from the refrigerator. After putting on some music Carla began to decorate her stepmother: a squirt of whipped cream here, a dab of chocolate sauce there, topped off with strawberries and cherries.

When she was finished Annabel made quite the mouth-watering display. But Carla did not indulge yet; instead she got out her camera and took a picture, shooting from a low angle so Annabel’s face was blurry but her naked, garnished body and shiny pink pussy were clearly visible. She sent the photo to Kim along with a text message that said, “Annabel misses you.”

At the time Kim was sitting in her living room at home watching a movie with her parents. For the last couple days she’d been playing the part of the dutiful daughter, and was now well and thoroughly bored. So she was excited to receive a message and opened it immediately, then quickly turned her phone over and hoped her folks wouldn’t notice that she was blushing.

She felt the liquid immediately begin to gush between her legs and knew that she would be on her way to Carla’s shortly. Her parents would be annoyed with her for leaving in the middle of the movie, but they would just have to deal with it; she couldn’t sit still much longer.

Kim’s parents were very conservative and had never approved of her friendship with Carla, whose reputation as a wild child was widespread. They thought that Carla had corrupted Kim, and in this they were not entirely wrong. Kim had been a year behind Carla in school and had idolized her, admiring how self-possessed and free she was. When they met, Kim was nerdy, prim and proper straight-A student with very little social life.

Over time Kim — using the same work ethic she’d previously applied to her studies — began to insinuate herself into Carla’s circle, going to the same parties and frequenting the same hangouts. Carla started to take notice of her, flattered by the fawning attention she got from the cute younger girl. Finally, at an end-of-the-school-year party, they’d ended up in bed together.

This was Kim’s first sexual experience and it was a revelation for her; she had masturbated plenty, but had no idea she could come so hard or so many times. It was also a bit of a disappointment, though — because for her the encounter was a big deal, while for Carla it was just another hookup. For a while after Kim was emotional and clingy, to the point where Carla started to keep her at a distance. Eventually Kim realized that if she wanted to stay in Carla’s orbit she would have to play it cool, not ask for too much.

So instead of trying to possess Carla, Kim tried to be like her, sleeping around and partying hard. Carla didn’t push her in that direction, but didn’t exactly discourage her either, and rather enjoyed watching Kim’s transformation into a bad girl. For the rest of high school Kim lived a double life: obedient and straight-laced at home, wild and promiscuous everywhere else.

The change in lifestyle took a toll on Kim’s grades, and though she still managed to get into a good college, it was not one of the top-tier schools her parents had envisioned for her. In college Kim had pulled herself together, studying hard and getting good grades. But in Carla’s presence she always found herself falling back into old habits.

Over and over Kim had told herself that the next time Carla summoned her, she wouldn’t immediately jump like she always did. But it never went down that way, and it wasn’t going to this time either; Kim was restless and horny, and Carla’s text had gotten her imagination revved up. Saying that some friends were getting together and that she was going to join them, she took her leave, ignoring her parents’ frowns.

Meanwhile Carla had popped open a bottle of Prosecco and adjourned to the living room, leaving Annabel alone with her thoughts. Being in this position — tied up and waiting to see what would happen next — was no longer an unusual occurrence in her life. In fact she found it rather freeing — since there was nothing she could do, she had nothing to worry about. Her mind wandered, thinking of her childhood, her school years, and of recent events; when she tried to think of the future, though, everything was a vague, indeterminate blur.

When Kim arrived about 15 minutes later, Carla poured her a glass of wine and took her into the kitchen. Between sips they began to lick Annabel clean — starting at the edges and working slowly toward the good parts. Annabel squirmed and moaned quietly, eager for some attention to be paid to her throbbing chest and crotch, then sighed when Kim finally leaned over and sucked the whipped cream from her rock-hard nipple.

At last all that remained were streaks of chocolate along Annabel’s inner thighs and a cherry nestled between her pussy lips. These Carla claimed for herself. Kim wiggled out of her skirt and panties and climbed up onto the table, lowering her crotch down onto Annabel’s eager mouth.

Sipping Prosecco as Annabel’s tongue jabbed up into her, watching Carla lap away happily at her bound stepmother’s pussy with a little dab of chocolate still perched on the tip of her nose, Kim had to smile to herself. Say what you might about Carla — she might be a bad influence, but she certainly knew how to have a good time.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 83

After taking a few seconds to think, Monica said, “I found a couple very, um, interesting masks in an old box this week.”

“Do tell,” said Carla, and Monica disappeared into the warehouse for a minute. When she returned she was carrying two old-fashioned masks, ornate and vaguely Satanic, each with a phallus several inches long in place of a nose.

A few minutes later Annabel and Courtney found themselves laid out on the plush carpeting, still naked, bound, and gagged but now also masked. Monica gestured to Carla to indicate that, as the guest, the first choice was hers.

After tossing back the rest of her glass of wine, Carla sat it down and stripped off her T-shirt, jeans, and panties. Sinking to her knees straddling Courtney’s head, she positioned herself so that her crotch was right above the little penis protruding from Courtney’s mask. Holding on to Courtney’s breasts to brace herself, she slowly lowered herself down onto the shaft until her pussy lips were kissing the mask.

Carla sighed and wiggled. The nose-cock was not the biggest, but it felt nice, and was bent at enough of an angle to give her some good friction on her clit. Watching Carla grind, Monica shucked off her dress — she was indeed totally commando underneath — and knelt over Annabel. Soon she and Carla were both moaning quietly as they pleasured themselves on their respective masks.

Carla’s gaze drifted down to Courtney’s nest of brown pubic curls; it looked wonderfully soft and inviting. Though Courtney’s ankles were tied together, Carla was able to splay her knees apart to reveal a glistening pink pussy. Carla leaned forward, nuzzled her nose into Courtney’s bush, then started to hungrily gobble her wet cunt.

Monica recognized a good idea when she saw one. She did likewise with Annabel, and now there were two pairs of women locked in fervid 69s, with Courtney and Annabel thrusting their masks upward as warm liquid dripped onto their faces.

Carla lifted her head from between Courtney’s legs and glanced over at Monica, who turned to meet her eyes. They grinned at each other and kissed, tasting their partners’ juices on each others’ mouths. Their tongues met and explored, saliva running down their chins, then they broke away and resumed eating their respective pussies.

A few minutes later all four of them came almost simultaneously, their bodies quaking in unison, Carla gripping Courtney’s butt cheeks and Monica biting Annabel’s thigh. Annabel giggled and Courtney sighed, then there was a brief period of total stillness and peace.

Finally Carla and Monica sat up and looked at each other. “Switch?” said Carla, and Monica nodded. They changed places and did it all over again, with Monica humping Annabel’s face and Carla Courtney’s. The orgasms took quite a bit longer this time, and for a good while there was no sound in the room but moaning, slurping, and the slap of flesh against flesh.

When it was over Carla and Monica climbed off, moving somewhat gingerly. After untying Annabel and Courtney they took some time to look at costumes. There were several Wonder Woman outfits to choose from, and after trying them on Carla settled on the oldest one. It was tight in the bodice but the visual effect was quite pleasing, and it had a nice pair of golden wrist cuffs as accessories.

As Monica wrapped it up Carla wandered around trying to find a costume for Annabel. She wanted something revealing, and after a few minutes she happened across a metal Princess Leia bikini. She had Annabel try it on and it fit perfectly. At Carla’s request Monica managed to find a pair of wrist cuffs similar to the ones that came with the Wonder Woman costume, but smaller and in a bronze color that matched the bikini. Carla was delighted; their outfits would look good together, but not too matchy-matchy.

By this point the bottle of rosé was history and everyone’s stomach was starting to growl, so they all decided to go out for Thai food. One of Carla and Monica’s favorite places was just down the street.

During dinner Carla was delighted to receive a text from Asha. She didn’t have plans for the 4th, she said, and would love to attend their party. Carla texted back, “Would love to bring u an invite. When are you teaching again?” Asha responded that she would be teaching a candlelight yoga class the next night. Carla said “See u then!” and, feeling celebratory, ordered a bottle of nice champagne for the table. Everything was going just according to plan.