Dominated By Her Stepdaughter Ch 31

After removing her fur coat and carefully setting it down on a small table, Blair gently touched the cool surface of the ruler to Annabel's rump. Just for a second Annabel imagined that this had all been a put-on -- she wasn't really going to be publicly punished by this woman she'd just met. Then, in one swift motion, Blair lifted the ruler and brought it down on Annabel's ass with a loud smack.

Annabel yelped, more from surprise than from pain. In fact as Blair continued to spank her, it transpired that the ruler didn't really hurt that much, although it made a satisfying noise and turned her butt bright red. Blair, sensing that Annabel was a newbie, had mercifully chosen an instrument of punishment that would be visually and aurally satisfying without being overly painful.

For Blair it was all about putting on a show, and she knew she had the audience in the palm of her hand. It helped that the ridiculously curvaceous body she'd been hiding under her coat was, in itself, enough to keep this crowd's attention.

In between blows on the rear, Blair gave Annabel little smacks on the inner thighs that gradually moved closer and closer to her crotch. Annabel's pussy grew hotter and hotter until it felt like she had a glowing ember between her legs, throbbing with need and desperate for attention.

Blair took her time with the spanking, playing to the crowd, and finished with a series of heavy whacks that made Annabel whimper, for the first time, in genuine discomfort. Then she put the ruler down and walked over in front of Annabel, coming close so that she was looking down into Annabel's naked, wet pussy. Giving a good spanking always made Blair so excited, and apparently the recipient was pretty worked up too.

Leaning forward, Blair ran her tongue across Annabel's inner thigh. Annabel trembled and stiffened, straining slightly against her bonds. Then she groaned as Blair's tongue stabbed between her pussy lips. It felt huge inside her, like it was pushing up (actually down) against her stomach.

Somewhere deep inside Annabel was dimly aware that she was now fucking a stranger in front of a room of other strangers, not to mention her stepdaughter. But any qualms she may have had about this were completely drowned out by a surging tide of raw desire.

Blair stepped forward a few inches and planted her feet in a wide straddle so that Annabel's head was between her legs. The musky odor flooded Annabel's nostrils, making her head swim even more than it already had been. After a few seconds Blair reached down and pulled the strip of fabric covering her crotch to one side. It was clear what she wanted, and Annabel wanted it too; there was no point being coy about it now, with Blair's pubic hair tickling her nose. Annabel extended her tongue and began to lick Blair's pussy for all she was worth.

The crowd watched raptly as the two blondes, one hanging upside-down, pleasured each other. Blair's body was mostly hidden from the audience by Annabel's, but they could see pretty much everything in the mirror. Carla and Kim craned their heads for a better look; Carla licked her lips and put a hand on Kim's knee, while Kim reached down and began to rub herself.

Blair and Annabel were both massively aroused, so it wasn't long before they both came, more or less simultaneously. Blair was taken by surprise by the force of the climax that hit her; her knees buckled, and she might have fallen if she hadn't held on to Annabel for support. Annabel had already been lightheaded and now found herself in a fugue state, hovering somewhere between consciousness and oblivion.

It was a pleasant place to be, though, so she was a little disappointed when Blair untied her feet and turned the platform so she was on her back again. After unfastening Annabel, Blair helped her to sit up, then stand. For a minute Annabel stood there onstage, skirt still hiked up around her waist, wobbling on her heels and smiling shyly as a huge wave of applause washed over her.

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Taking Annabel by the hand, Blair led her in a bow, then kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks for playing," she said. "You're a good sport."

Annabel looked down at Carla and Kim, who had stood up from their chairs and were applauding enthusiastically. Although she had just been punished, exposed, and molested in public, then had sex with a beautiful stranger while hanging upside-down from the ceiling -- now, suddenly, she felt self-conscious. She blushed and turned away from the crowd. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she realized that her skirt was still hiked up around her waist, and hastily tugged it back down.

As Annabel approached the side of the stage Carla came forward to help her down the steps. With her first step down Annabel almost took a tumble, leaning on the younger woman's muscular arm for support. The two of them shared a knowing smile.

Carla's eyes were blazing with excitement; she had been quite inspired by what she'd seen. Keeping hold of Annabel's arm, she breezed right past their table toward the door. Kim fell in behind and they went out through the parking lot to the car, where Carla nodded at Kim to take the wheel while she climbed into the back with Annabel.

Pushing Annabel down onto the seat, Carla hastily lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties. By the time they pulled out of the parking lot Carla was smothering her stepmother with her wet pussy. As they got onto the freeway she pulled up Annabel's skirt and leaned down into 69 position. They continued to feast on each other all the way home.

When they finally pulled up in front of the house, they quickly adjourned inside, where Annabel got to live out her fantasy from earlier in the day: Kim sat on her face while Carla fucked her vigorously with a strap-on.

Afterward Kim begged to be fucked as well, and Carla obliged, bending her over and taking her from behind. For awhile Annabel just watched in a languid, post-orgasmic haze; sex seemed like some remote, abstract idea that she had only a vague interest in. But eventually she started to feel that familiar tingle between her legs and climbed back onto the bed, spreading her legs and presenting her pussy to Kim for attention.

Carla grinned at this, noting again how Annabel had progressed from being completely passive to sometimes showing initiative, while still remaining completely obedient. She pounded into Kim hard, pushing the Asian girl's face into Annabel's crotch with every thrust. Kim started panting, then making her little squeaking noise, then came like a freight train, falling forward onto Annabel.

Finally Carla outfitted Annabel with a face dildo and had her kneel down. Taking hold of the shaft, Carla pushed the dildo into herself, biting her lip as the head penetrated her. She took it long and slow, luxuriating in the sensation, coming several times before pushing Annabel away.

Sitting back in her chair Carla lit up a joint and took a deep, contemplative draw. She passed it to Kim, who toked and handed it along to Annabel. Still coughing, Kim said, "I really need to get going." A minute later she was blowing kisses as she disappeared out the door.

For awhile Carla and Annabel just sat there, smoking and gazing out at the ocean and the night sky. Getting high usually made Carla horny, but at the moment she was far beyond that. Looking down at Annabel, she wondered again how her stepmother could ever go back to the life she'd been living before. It didn't seem at all possible; things were going to have to change, and it wouldn't be easy.

But not tonight. Tonight, everything was fine. Annabel leaned her head on Carla's thigh as Carla took the last puff and ground the joint out in an ashtray.