Dominated By Her Stepdaughter Ch 29

The sun was setting as Carla and Annabel drove home from the mall. They listened to some mellow music, saying little, feeling relaxed and contented. Annabel yawned, stretched, and let her head fall back onto the headrest. Images of their tryst in the lingerie shop drifted through her mind; she could still taste Farah on her lips.

After dinner Annabel went into the living room to read while Carla took her iPad out onto the back deck, taking a few hits from a joint and watching the stars come out, as much as they ever did in L.A. But after an hour or so Carla found herself thinking back on the day's shenanigans and feeling the familiar itch. It never stayed away for long.

Heading into the living room, Carla took Annabel's book out of her hands and sat it down on the coffee table. Annabel looked up doe-eyed and compliant, her pussy beginning to reflexively moisten as she saw the hungry look in Carla's eyes.

Hastily stripping Annabel naked, Carla licked her from head to toe. It had been a long day; her skin was salty, her crotch was musky, and her face still bore the scent of Farah's pussy.

After getting Annabel good and revved up, Carla took her upstairs and fucked her long and hard with a strap-on, after which she rolled over and immediately fell fast asleep. Carla was momentarily annoyed -- she kind of wanted to have her pussy licked, and thought about waking her stepmother up for that purpose. But Annabel looked so blissfully content laying there that Carla decided to leave her be.

Instead Carla texted Kim -- "Need you here. Now" -- threw on jeans and a T-shirt, and headed out to the deck. On the way she poured herself a tall vodka tonic with lime.

Outside Carla sat watching the water and the moon, idly sipping her drink and letting her mind wander. How long was it, she asked herself, since she and Annabel had gotten involved? It seemed like years but had been only weeks. Thinking of the future she realized, dimly, that eventually this summer was going to have to end. Carla would have to go back to school, and what would Annabel do then? Would she be able to go back to the way things had been before?

Carla hoped not. Annabel deserved more, she was sure of that.

After awhile Carla moved back inside and when Kim arrived she found Carla in the living room, shorts down around one ankle, quietly fingering herself. One look in Carla's eyes told Kim what was wanted of her, and without a word she dropped to her knees and dove between Carla's legs.

It only took a minute for Carla to come, sensitized as she was. Taking a deep breath, she pushed Kim away, taking a moment to feel the pleasure tingling through her body. Then she took Kim by the hand and led the way upstairs.

In the bedroom Carla broke out her water pipe and they smoked some of the weed that Carla had gotten from Katya. It was great stuff, and within a few minutes they were both high as kites, a hazy cloud of purple-blue smoke hovering in the air.

Pulling off Kim's clothes, Carla laid her down on the bed and climbed into 69 position on top of her. For a long interval they ate each other slowly and blissfully as Annabel slept on right beside them.

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Annabel woke up squishy wet between the legs. She must have had a sexy dream, she thought.

Gazing over at Carla -- who was sleeping next to her, mostly uncovered -- Annabel was very tempted to lean down and start sucking her nipples. But then Carla rolled over onto her side facing away, and Annabel saw that they were not alone. Kim was snoozing away on Carla's other side, and Annabel realized that there must have been more activity in this bed after she'd fallen asleep.

For a minute she felt a little put out, wondering what she had missed. But, she told herself, there was still the whole day to look forward to.

After sliding out of bed Annabel put on her robe and went downstairs to make some tea. She was so horny that she thought about masturbating, but she really wanted to fuck somebody, so she kept herself distracted with web surfing until Carla and Kim finally appeared, still gloriously naked, just before noon.

To Annabel's disappointment, though, neither of them appeared interested in sex, even after Annabel let her robe fall open and sat with her legs spread. Instead, they had bowls of cereal and headed out to the deck, where they spent most of the afternoon sunbathing in the nude. Annabel joined them for awhile, hoping that something might kick off, but neither Carla or Kim made a move, and Annabel was still a little too shy to initiate anything herself.

Eventually Annabel gave up and went to the upstairs bathroom to finger herself, but it didn't help, just made her that much more aroused. When she stepped out of the bathroom, Carla was standing there at the top of the stairs dressed in nothing but a thin sheen of sweat. A whole fantasy ran through Annabel's mind in a flash: Carla would order her to her knees, step forward, push Annabel's face into her crotch and make Annabel lick her pussy right there in the hallway. Then she'd take Annabel into the bedroom, tie her up, and fuck her with a strap-on while Kim sat on her face.

But none of that happened. Instead Carla -- oblivious to Annabel's look of pleading neediness -- said firmly, "Get cleaned up. We're going out tonight."

Obediently, Annabel showered, shaved, and powdered, then presented herself for inspection. Carla nodded approvingly, then she and Kim worked together to squeeze Annabel into a dress that they'd bought the day before, a skintight leather sheath that showed a lot of cleavage and barely came down to midthigh. With this dress no underwear was necessary, or even possible, but they added a garter belt and Annabel's highest heels to the outfit.

Between the wobbly heels and the constricting dress Annabel could barely walk, but it wasn't like she was going to need to get anywhere in a hurry. Kim took her by the arm and led her slowly into the bathroom. Rummaging through the makeup kit she'd brought, Kim brought out dark eye shadow and black lipstick, which she used to complete Annabel's look.

When she looked into the mirror Annabel barely recognized the bondage queen staring back at her. She looked very sexy and quite formidable, like a whole different person. Kim came up behind her, kissed her on the neck, then gently licked her ear, making her shiver and raising goosebumps on her flesh. "You look yummy," whispered Kim.

Carla and Kim also dressed for the occasion, but their outfits were conservative by comparison. Kim wore a simple white dress, while Carla matched a black leather skirt with a black tank top. In her heels Annabel was almost as tall as Carla, which felt funny.

When Carla saw Annabel stepping gingerly down the stairs, holding tight to the banister for support, her heart skipped a beat. Her stepmother had never looked so smoking hot. Carla gave serious thought to blowing off their plans and having at it right there and then. She'd wanted to all day but held off, wanting Annabel in a heightened state of sexual tension for that evening. In the process she'd managed to make herself frustrated too. But she was sure it would be worth it in the end.

Shaking her head, Carla made herself look away and turned toward the front door. As they were leaving Annabel started to remove her collar, but Carla stopped her. "Entirely appropriate for where we're going," she said with a devilish grin.