Dominated By Her Stepdaughter Ch 19

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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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.