Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Ch. 13

Katya guided Annabel's head to where she wanted it to be, which was down between her legs. It was pungent down there, and warm, and sticky. Annabel stuck out her tongue and took a taste.

This was her third pussy, and she was discovering that each one was a little different. Katya's didn't look, smell, or taste like Carla's or Kim's. It seemed to have a very distinct and complex flavor; then again, Annabel was also high as a kite.

She licked all around, occasionally pushing her tongue inside to explore what it was like in there. Katya moved her hips and rubbed against Annabel's face, moaning quietly, then started grinding her clit against Annabel's nose. The noises issuing from her throat got louder and more frequent, slowly building to a crescendo that Annabel could feel through Katya's thighs, which were now squeezing her head in a vise-like grip.

When she came Katya suddenly released Annabel, and sank back into the couch. This caused Annabel to rock back on her knees, losing her balance and almost falling over backward. When she righted herself she saw that Carla was standing there right next to them with a strap-on dangling from her pelvis. This one was white and quite impressively long. Pushing Annabel's head back into her crotch, Katya took the shaft of the strap-on in her hand and began to lick and suck it.

Annabel had an inkling of what was coming next, and she was not disappointed. She felt Carla behind her, prying her pussy lips apart, then penetrating her with the tip of the dildo. Pausing from her ministrations, Annabel gasped loudly as she was filled up; but then Carla took a handful of her hair and yanked her forward, reminding her of what she was supposed to be doing. Annabel obediently resumed eating Katya's pussy as Carla hammered into her.

Again Annabel had the sensation that she was floating above, looking down at herself. There she was on her knees, naked, hands bound behind her with rope. She was performing oral sex on a woman she barely knew while her stepdaughter penetrated her with an artificial penis. A week ago, she'd had no idea that anyone did such things, let alone that she herself would be doing them soon enough.

Then Carla reached around to touch Annabel's clit and she was coming -- and coming and coming.... The orgasm seemed to go on forever; every time it started to die down, Carla would finger her again, and away she'd go.

Annabel was in a daze for awhile after that. When she returned to her senses she was on her back on the floor, sweaty and spent. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and then suddenly there was a figure looming over her: Carla, looking tall, strong, and glorious, naked as the day she was born. She knelt over Annabel in a way that made it clear what needed doing.

Enveloped by the now-familiar scent of her stepdaughter's pussy, Annabel began to slurp away eagerly as Carla wiggled her hips, pushing the back of Annabel's head down against the floor. Meanwhile Katya crawled between Annabel's legs, eager for a taste of the delicious-looking blond cunt.

Pleasurable as this was, Annabel soon found herself in a bit of a struggle. She couldn't really breathe with Carla's crotch smothering her face and knew she wouldn't be allowed to come up for air until she'd made Carla come. But she was continually distracted by what Katya was doing between her legs, and Carla was so slippery wet that she had a hard time navigating. She found Carla's clit, then lost it, then found it again.

When Carla finally came she gripped Annabel's head between her legs so hard that for a second Annabel thought her skull was going to pop. Mercifully, Carla soon climbed off her and Annabel took a big gulp of air. Seconds later she was coming too. The orgasm started in her clit and radiated out to every one of her extremities, making her whole body quiver.

After Katya untied her they all dressed and went into Katya's kitchen for tea and cake. Someone walking into the room right then would have thought it was an average, everyday social visit -- three women sitting in a kitchen eating, drinking, and talking. But if they'd stuck around they'd have noticed a pronounced marijuana-and-pussy smell in the air.

Before they left Katya again opened the top of her coffee table and pulled out a smaller, but still impressive, ziploc bag filled with the same purple-and-green buds. She handed it to Carla, who asked, "How much do I owe you?"

"Well, with your, um, special discount," said Katya, looking over at Annabel, "call it a hundred."

Carla opened her purse and handed the money to Katya, shooting a wink at Annabel, who blushed. Katya and Carla hugged and then Katya embraced Annabel and kissed her on the cheek. "Come again anytime," she said.

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On the ride home Annabel wondered: If Carla had used her to get a better deal from Katya, did that make her a whore? She supposed that it did; the idea was at once mortifying and oddly thrilling.

The sun was going down as they pulled up in front of the house. Carla dropped Annabel off and headed right out again -- she had plans for the evening.

Inside, Annabel walked around the house in a bit of a daze, still a bit stoned and just generally discombobulated by all that had happened. After awhile she heated up some leftovers and went to eat in front of the TV.

More and more it seemed that, when Carla wasn't around, Annabel didn't quite know what to do with herself. She sat there watching show after show until almost midnight, but barely paid attention to any of it. More often she was thinking of Carla, wondering where she was, what she was doing, who she was with. Annabel hated to admit it, but she felt jealous.

After brushing her teeth Annabel got into bed, where she tossed and turned, images and sensations from the day running through her mind. She had to rub herself off more than once before she could finally fall asleep.

In the morning she tiptoed down the hall and peeked into Carla's room; nobody home. Someday, maybe, she'd find out where Carla went and what she did all night.

After breakfast Annabel headed to the yoga studio. In the hallway she ran into Dylan, and this time she was actually able to carry on a conversation. It was just chitchat about the weather and the yoga teacher, but still it made Annabel happy; Dylan was sharp and funny and easy to talk to.

In class Dylan set up next to Annabel, and more than once Annabel found herself distracted by the beautiful body beside her. Dylan's yoga pants were very tight and very sheer, and at one point during a Warrior pose Annabel was pretty sure she caught a glimpse of red pubic hair.

Afterwards they walked out together and stood for a minute on the sidewalk. Dylan pointed down the street and said, "Well, I'm over here. See you next time." Annabel said goodbye and watched her walk away, feeling like there was something she was supposed to say or do, but not knowing what it was.

Back home, Annabel got her book and stretched out on a deck chair to read. She had just come into the kitchen for a glass of lemonade when Carla appeared, loaded down with two handfuls of shopping bags. "I've been shopping," she said, rather unnecessarily. She tossed her head in the direction of the living room and said "Come with me."

In the living room Carla put her bags down and started pawing through them. She looked over at Annabel and said, matter-of-factly, "Get undressed." Annabel took off her shorts and T-shirt, looking over at Carla expectantly. "All the way," ordered Carla.

Once Annabel was naked, Carla produced what at first appeared to be an ordinary pair of black lace panties. But when Annabel put them on, it became apparent that they were open at the crotch, leaving her pussy exposed.

Next Carla helped Annabel into a matching black lace bra that had openings in the middle of each cup for her nipples. Annabel sometimes had trouble bra-shopping, but this one fit perfectly. Carla nodded her approval. "I thought you were a D-cup."

From another bag Carla fished out a black leather collar with alternating metal studs and what appeared to be diamonds. Annabel wondered how much she had paid for it. On the front was a metal ring like the one on a dog collar, and next to it was stitched the letter "C."

"This is for you," said Carla, brushing back Annabel's hair and fastening the collar around her neck. "I want you to wear this whenever you're here at the house. It's a reminder of who you belong to."

Instinctively, Annabel objected -- not to the implication that she was now Carla's property, but on practical grounds. "But your father...."

Carla waved her hands. "Fine, you don't have to wear it when he's here. But otherwise I don't want to see you without it."

Annabel blushed at the realization that she was going to do it. She would do Carla's bidding without question. She couldn't help herself.

Carla got out the leash she'd bought, a six-foot length of black leather, and hooked one end to Annabel's collar. She started to lead Annabel from the room, but after a few steps she stopped, looking back with a stern expression. It took a few seconds for Annabel to figure out what Carla wanted; when she did, she dropped immediately to her hands and knees.

"Good girl," said Carla. She led the crawling blonde down the hallway and up the stairs to her bedroom, where she sat down, lifted the plaid skirt she was wearing, and slipped off her panties. Spreading her legs and settling into a comfortable position, Carla tightened the leash inch by inch, bringing Annabel to where she could make herself useful.