Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Chapter 37

After two orgasms Carla gently pushed Annabel away. She could, maybe, have done with one more — but her stomach was growling and the potatoes would be cool enough to eat by now.

 

When dinner was finished Carla again sat back with a glass of wine, watching Annabel clean up the kitchen in her maid’s costume. Once the last dish was done, Carla clipped a leash into Annabel’s collar and led the way upstairs to the bedroom. She had an itch that needed scratching.

A minute later Annabel found herself on her knees, hands cuffed behind her back, dildo protruding from her face. She scooted forward, staring right into Carla’s wet cunt, as Carla gripped the shaft of the dildo and guided it to point between her labia.

Carla let out a soft, unusually high-pitched moan as the bulbous head penetrated her. She slowly took the whole thing in, pressing her pussy against Annabel’s face, then began to move back and forth. She held Annabel’s head with both hands as the older woman did her best to push back against Carla’s force.

After awhile Carla pushed Annabel over onto her back and climbed on top of her, pressing down so the dildo pushed all the way up inside. Just for the heck of it Carla reached behind her to finger Annabel’s pussy; it was soaking wet and welcoming. In this position Carla had one massive climax, then another, before rolling off.

Carla very much enjoyed the sight of Annabel laying there on the ground, maid costume disheveled, hands bound behind her back and dildo dangling from her face. She was the very picture of beautiful debasement. Suddenly Carla wanted nothing more than to fuck her stepmother senseless; and the situation being what it was, there was no reason why she couldn’t.

Annabel opened her eyes to see Carla standing over her wearing a strap-on. Her pussy started throbbing; she wanted that inside her more than anything, and she didn’t have long to wait. Carla rolled her over onto her stomach, pulled her up onto her knees, and slammed the thick shaft all the way home. 

As she fucked Annabel from behind Carla reached up and unstrapped the face dildo. After removing it she turned it around and made Annabel suck it, tasting the copious juices coating it. Soon Annabel came, moaning loudly and gagging a little on the dildo in her throat.

But Carla wasn’t done with her. Laying Annabel down on the bed, Carla tied her wrists to the bedposts, spread her legs wide, and plunged in once again. Annabel yelled out; from this angle the dildo felt bigger, somehow, and she felt herself being stretched inside.

For whatever reason, Carla felt in this moment like she had a point to prove. She kept pounding into Annabel, right through multiple orgasms, and didn’t let up until Annabel looked faint and her eyes rolled back into her head. 

At that point Carla pulled out, stood up, and looked down at her stepmother appraisingly. Annabel’s costume was bunched up around her waist, her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat, and her face wore the glazed, far-away expression of a thoroughly satisfied woman. Carla was pleased with her accomplishment. She uncuffed Annabel, who smiled, stretched, and rolled over onto one side. Within a minute she was fast asleep, breathing deeply and loudly. Carla returned the strap-on to the bedside table and went to pour herself a nightcap.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Chapter 36

That night, Carla had Annabel wear the French maid outfit while she made dinner. She wore an apron in front to keep it clean, but every time she bent over even a little, the short skirt rode up to reveal her rear end. This provided no end of delight for Carla, who sat at the kitchen table drinking wine and watching her stepmother work.

Annabel made beef and scalloped potatoes, and the instant she slid the potatoes into the oven Carla was there behind her, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her in tight. She felt Carla’s breasts press against her back as the younger woman kissed and nibbled her neck and ear. Annabel let herself sink back against Carla, who reached both hands around to to cup and squeeze Annabel’s tits.

Untying the apron, Carla pulled it off and used it to bind Annabel’s hands behind her back. She steered Annabel over to the kitchen table and bent her over it. In this position Carla didn’t even need to lift Annabel’s skirt to reveal her butt cheeks; there they were, bright and inviting, practically crying out “Spank me!”

Carla looked quickly around the kitchen for a suitable implement, and her eyes lighted on a heavy wooden spoon. Picking it up, she thwacked it once against her hand just to hear the sound, which reverberated nicely through the empty kitchen. Annabel looked back over her shoulder at Carla, her face a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.

“This is for your slutty behavior earlier,” said Carla before landing the first blow on Annabel’s left butt cheek. “Honestly,” she added, switching to the right, “I can’t take you anywhere.”

They both knew perfectly well that Annabel had been acting in complete accord with Carla’s wishes at every step along the way. But it suited Carla, for some reason, to offer this rationalization for the punishment. Annabel winced and cried out every time the spoon landed on her ass; but with every blow her nipples got harder and her pussy got wetter, as did Carla’s.

Finally Carla reached over, pulled Annabel’s thong down around her knees, and penetrated her with the handle of the spoon. Annabel writhed on the table, her juices running down onto its surface. Carla used her other hand to rub Annabel’s clit until she came explosively, moaning helplessly, a stream of drool trickling from her mouth.

Just then the timer for the potatoes went off. Carla freed Annabel’s hands and, after taking a moment to pull herself together, she stood and went to pull the casserole from the oven. When she turned back around Carla was sitting down facing her, naked from the waist down, legs spread wide. There was a time when Annabel would have found this surprising, even shocking; right now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She dropped to her knees and went to work.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Chapter 35

Annabel took a deep breath, immediately feeling a little intoxicated by Monica’s strong, musky smell. She was getting used to spending time in other women’s nether regions, but every one was a little different, and Annabel drank in the scent like the nose of a fine wine.

Monica spread her legs as wide as they would go and moved her hand around to the back of Annabel’s head, pulling her in closer. Getting the message, Annabel extended her tongue and took a taste of Monica’s pussy. It was tangy, tart, and delicious, and she quickly went back for more. All inhibitions forgotten, Annabel feasted on the tender flesh between this virtual stranger’s legs, both of them moaning as Monica’s fingernails dug into her back.

After coming twice Monica pushed Annabel away and sat back to catch her breath. Annabel felt a hand on her head, turning her 90 degrees so that she was staring straight into a nest of dark pubic hair. Carla was standing over her, looking down expectantly.

Annabel nuzzled into Carla’s bush and Carla shifted her weight so she could get her legs apart. Inhaling the now-familiar scent of Carla’s arousal, Annabel burrowed into her stepdaughter’s crotch, thrusting her tongue up between Carla’s pussy lips.

In this position Annabel couldn’t breathe very well and she soon began to feel lightheaded; next thing she knew she was being lifted and deposited face-up on the desk. Monica, dropping to her knees, scooted forward between Annabel’s legs and began to tongue-fuck the older woman. Carla, meanwhile, hopped up onto the desk and straddled Annabel’s head.

Annabel was long past the point of resisting whatever was happening to her; she relaxed and enjoyed the sensations of the moment. None of them were in any particular hurry. Monica found Annabel’s cunt thoroughly delectable and took her time exploring it, licking all around, then penetrating as deep as her extra-long tongue would allow. Carla reveled in the whole scene, riding Annabel’s face as she watched her gorgeous ex-girlfriend eat her stepmother’s pussy.

Several orgasms later, Annabel found herself being turned over onto her stomach. She stretched out languidly as Carla and Monica both donned strap-ons that Monica had stashed in her desk. They took turns fucking the older woman from both ends, leaving her spent and semi-conscious on the desktop as Monica wrapped up the maid uniform. “Better give us the cheerleader outfit, too,” said Carla, and they laughed.

Once everything was ready Carla gently roused Annabel and helped her get dressed. Relatively clear-headed now, Annabel felt a little self-conscious as she exchanged hugs and goodbyes with Monica; in the maybe 90 minutes that they’d known each other, Annabel had shown herself to be a shameless lesbian slut completely in her stepdaughter’s thrall. But Monica was genuinely friendly and affectionate, embracing Annabel like an old friend and kissing her on the cheek. “It was really nice meeting you,” she said.

Carla and Monica also shared a long hug and warm, lingering kiss. “See you tomorrow?” asked Carla.

Monica looked at Carla, over at Annabel, back at Carla. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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Annabel tried to think back to high school. It hadn’t been such a long time ago, really, but it seemed like another lifetime from where she was now. She pictured a Friday afternoon in her hometown — the teams, the crowd, the marching band... after a minute, she started to feel the atmosphere, the rhythm. She took a deep breath and began to move.

Once she took the first step, it all started coming back to her. She did some kicks, some leaps... waved her pom-poms while spelling out the name of her school... and wound up by doing the splits on the floor. Thanks to all her yoga practice, she could do them better now than she could back in high school.

She’d been so caught up in her memories that she was a little startled to be brought back into the moment by the sound of applause. She looked over at Monica and Carla, suddenly remembering that she was not a teenager on a football field, but a grown woman on the floor of a costume shop.

“Very nice,” Monica. “What do you think?”

“Not bad,” answered Carla. “But I’d like to see it one more time.” She stood up from her chair  and helped Annabel to her feet. “With one little difference.” Bending at the waist, Carla reached down under Annabel’s skirt and pulled her panties down and off. Then she got back into her seat and said, “Take it from the top.”

This time, whenever  Annabel jumped and her skirt bounced, her blond pubic hair was clearly visible. Every time she kicked, she flashed her pussy. And when she did the splits she could feel the tender flesh of her crotch pressed against the carpet.

“Better,” said Carla. “But I don’t know....”

“Yeah,” chimed in Monica, “you’re pretty good, but we have a lot of candidates. How badly do you want to make the team?”

Annabel looked over at the two young women. This whole situation had gotten her very aroused, and she had an inkling of what Monica was really asking her. “Real bad,” she answered.

“Well, come over here then,” said Monica. Annabel began to knee-walk toward Monica was while looking over at Carla, who nodded approvingly. When Annabel arrived, Monica took hold of the ring of her collar and pulled her closer for a kiss.

Annabel loved the feeling of Monica’s lips; they were substantial, juicy, pillowy soft. Monica’s tongue pushed into her mouth and Annabel felt herself melting, yielding. She was more than ready to give up control and surrender to whatever was going to happen.

Pulling away, Monica stripped off her top to reveal a truly magnificent set of tits topped by thick, dark-brown nipples. Monica pulled Annabel down to her chest and the older woman did not resist. She took each of Monica’s nipples into her mouth, feeling them on her tongue, nibbling on them gently as Monica moaned.

Getting into it now, Annabel tried to take one of Monica’s boobs into her mouth, but she was not up to the task. She opened her jaws as far as she could but still only managed about half of it. Monica appreciated the effort, though, and she stroked the back of Annabel’s head as Annabel moved on to the other breast.

Carla looked on, content to observe for now, as Monica sat up in her chair, lifting her skirt to reveal a skimpy black thong. Then she raised herself up and, in one swift motion, yanked the thong off and flung it away in Carla’s general direction. She spread her legs wide, displaying dark pussy lips that contrasted starkly with the hint of bright pink visible inside.

Annabel had only a moment to gaze into Monica’s cunt — wondering what it would taste like, if it would be different from the ones she’d known so far — before Monica grabbed her by the collar and pulled her in.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Chapter 33

Late that afternoon, Carla announced that they had an errand to run. Annabel started to undo her collar but Carla waved her off. “Leave it on,” she said. “We’re only going one place, and I know everybody there. Nothing to worry about.”

Nonetheless, Annabel was nervous as they headed down Highway 1. What if someone she knew saw her? Fortunately she didn’t know that many people. And anyway, how could anyone know what the collar meant? It could be just a fashion statement. Fortunately Carla hadn’t made her wear some slutty outfit this time; she was still in her regular jeans and T-shirt.

They got onto Santa Monica Boulevard and headed toward Hollywood, finally pulling up behind a cavernous building with a sign that said “Johnson’s House of Costumes.” Inside Carla led Annabel through a sort of labyrinth that threaded its way among a chaotic tangle of racks and mannequins displaying costumes of every kind, from monsters and military uniforms to superheroes, pirates, and aliens.

In a sort of clearing amidst the chaos they found a young woman sitting behind a desk, thoughtfully tapping a pencil on the desktop. She was really quite striking-looking, Annabel thought: smooth, dark-brown skin; high, regal cheekbones; and big, luminous brown eyes. When she stood up to greet them, she was several inches taller than Carla, and towered a full head above Annabel. She was wearing a tight halter top and short skirt that showed off her generous bosom, narrow waist, and ample, rounded butt.

“Hi Monica,” said Carla, and they embraced. Carla and Monica had a history. They’d gone to high school together and, during senior year, had a passionate affair that lasted for several months. Carla still considered Monica the most beautiful girl she’d ever dated. Monica’s father was black and Native American and her mother was from India, and she’d gotten the most fortuitous selection of genes from each side.

But they were both dominant personalities and in the end, they just hadn’t been a good match. They still kept in touch, though, and Carla knew that Monica spent every summer working for the family business, this shop.

“Hi Carla,” responded Monica sweetly. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” answered Carla, and they spent a minute catching up. Finally Monica inquired what brought her in to the shop today, and Carla gestured toward Annabel. “I’m looking for a French maid costume for her. Something sexy.”

Monica nodded, looking Annabel up and down, eyes lingering only briefly on the collar around her neck. “I know just the thing. Back in a flash.” With that, she disappeared into the warehouse, leaving Carla and Annabel alone. Carla pulled Annabel close and kissed her on the lips, long and hard, making Annabel’s nipples start to stiffen and her pussy start to dampen. They separated just as Monica returned carrying a frilly black-and-white lace costume.

Carla helped Annabel off with her T-shirt and jeans, leaving her in just bra and panties. Annabel felt a bit embarrassed being exposed this way in front of a stranger, especially since a customer could walk in on them at any time. (Unbeknownst to her Monica had just locked the front door, as it was closing time anyway, and she felt like some privacy might be good.)

“No need for the bra,” said Monica. “The costume has a framework built in.” Carla unhooked Annabel’s bra and pulled it off, leaving her jutting nipples uncovered. Being exposed this way only made her more excited, making her condition that much worse. There was a definite sexual tension in the air, and Annabel wondered what these two strong, lovely young women might have in mind for her.

Monica and Carla worked together to get Annabel into the costume, which was very tight and constricting, with an extremely short skirt that ended just below her butt. Her breasts were shaped and lifted by the bodice, displaying a substantial amount of cleavage.

Carla emitted a low whistle. “Very nice. You have stockings and a garter to go with it?”

“Naturally,” replied Monica, plunging into the stacks one again. Carla took the opportunity to fondle Annabel’s rear end, which was highly accessible in this outfit. Monica returned a minute later, and soon long black stockings and a matching garter belt were added to Annabel's ensemble. She could see herself in a mirror in the corner, and she had to admit that she looked smoking hot, if a little depraved.

“Perfect,” said Carla, “we’ll take it.”

“Cool,” responded Monica. “You want it packed up, or will she wear it out?”

Carla considered. “Better pack it up. We don’t want to start a riot.” She and Monica both laughed, and Annabel began to change as Monica and Carla whispered to each other.

“So that’s...” began Monica.

“My father’s wife, yeah,” nodded Carla.

Monica shook her head. “You're incorrigible.”

Annabel had just stripped back down to her panties and was about to start dressing again when Carla spotted a blue-and-white cheerleader outfit on a mannequin to the left of where they were standing. Suddenly a light bulb went on in her head.

“Hey Annabel,” she said, looking over at her stepmother. “I bet you were a cheerleader, weren’t you?”

Somewhat reluctantly, Annabel nodded. She had in fact been a cheerleader in high school, dated a football player, the whole nine yards.

“Why don’t you try that on?” said Carla. Turning to Monica, she asked, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Certainly not,” answered Monica, walking over to the mannequin to get the costume for Annabel. It fit like a glove, and Carla smiled wickedly at her stepmother, handing her the pom-poms that the mannequin had been holding. “Do a cheer for us,” she instructed.

Annabel blushed. “I guess I remember... something,” she said hesitantly.

“Wait, wait,” said Monica. She pulled her chair out from behind the desk and sat it down next to another chair that faced where Annabel was standing. “Here’s the scene. We’re the, like, captains of the cheerleading team,” she said to Carla. “And she’s the new girl auditioning.”

“Ooh, good one,” said Carla, and she and Monica sat down and looked over at Annabel expectantly.

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