Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Ch. 07

Carla took some time to enjoy the sight the strap-on moving in and out of Annabel's mouth. She always had fun making a girl suck cock, and her stepmother was no different.

Thrusting her hips forward until almost the whole shaft disappeared, Carla savored the wide-eyed and somewhat frantic look on Annabel's face. The older woman was clearly overmatched but eager to please, and struggled to take down as much of the girthy pole as she could. She gagged a little and Carla backed off, but Annabel quickly and gamely resumed the effort.

Finally Carla decided it was time for the main event. She pulled out and positioned herself between Annabel's legs, letting the tip of the strap-on rest gently against her stepmother's pussy lips.

Carla loved this part -- in this position she had all the power. Annabel instinctively arched her back to try and get the dildo inside her, and Carla let it start to slide in; she was so wet that there was no resistance whatsoever. A guttural "Unnnnh" echoed from Annabel's throat as the thick head of the strap-on penetrated her.

Again Annabel arched her back, greedy for more, but Carla shifted her weight back and the tip of the dildo slid out with an audible pop. For a long moment it was quiet in the room as Carla stood impassive and Annabel whimpered pathetically, looking up with pleading eyes. Then Carla spoke up in a commanding voice. "What?" she said. "What do you want?"

For a few seconds Annabel was completely lost. She needed it, desperately, right now; but she had no idea what she was supposed to say. And then, all at once, she knew exactly what Carla wanted to hear.

"Fuck me," she said. "Please. Fuck me fuck me fuck me."

"That's better," said Carla, and in one motion drove the strap-on all the way in. Annabel gasped. She had never had anything this big inside her before. For a little while it hurt, but then she started to get used to it, and then it started to feel good. Really, really good. Carla slowly pulled almost all the way out, then abruptly slammed home again in one forceful motion. She grinned as she watched Annabel's eyes roll back in her head.

"Oh, Jesus," barked Annabel.

"What does he have to do with this?" said Carla. She thought that was pretty funny, but Annabel was way too preoccupied to laugh. Parts of her deep inside were being explored, parts that had never been touched before. She felt like every last cubic millimeter in there was being filled up, like the tip of the dildo was pressing up into her stomach. She gritted her teeth and clenched her eyes shut as Carla began to assume a steady in-and-out rhythm.

At this point Carla decided it was time to mix things up a little bit. Taking the chain that connected the nipple clamps in her teeth, she jerked her head back.

Annabel's whole body stiffened as the jolt of pain spread through her. With her eyes closed, she had been taken completely by surprise, and for a second it looked like she was going to cry. Carla almost felt bad, but she knew that Annabel needed a little toughening up if she was going to truly experience the kind of pleasure Carla was capable of giving her.

Keeping the chain between her teeth, Carla skillfully brought Annabel right to the brink of orgasm and kept her there for a long time. She knew exactly how to push the older woman's buttons: A little pleasure, a little pain, a little more pleasure, a little more pain.

Eventually Annabel started to feel like she was losing her mind. She'd gotten so close, so many times, and then Carla would stop fucking her and yank the chain, causing a wave of agony to ripple out from her nipples to the rest of her body. Annabel strained against her bonds, trying to stimulate her clit enough to finish the job, but it was pointless. Carla was in total control.

Finally Carla decided that Annabel had had enough. "Do you want to come?" she asked.

Annabel nodded eagerly. "Yes."

"Yes, mistress."

"Yes, mistress," answered Annabel. "Oh God, yes, please please please."

"Very well," said Carla. Unhooking one nipple clamp, she wrapped the chain around her hand so it would keep a nice little tension on the other nipple. Then she took the newly freed nub into her mouth and with a few short, sharp strokes sent her stepmother over the edge.

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For awhile Annabel just floated in a kind of twilight consciousness. She was vaguely aware of something moving around her, and at one point she thought she heard the shower going.

She had never in her life felt ecstasy like that before, not even close. It had been a full-body orgasm that came in stages, slowly building to a crescendo and then ebbing away equally slowly. Time and space had disappeared; her consciousness seemed to hover near the ceiling, looking down at the naked, splayed-out, thoroughly satisfied woman below.

Then Annabel felt a gentle little slap on her cheek and became aware of Carla's gorgeous green eyes staring into hers. "You still with us?" Annabel nodded. "Good," said Carla, and reached over to untie one of her stepmother's hands. "Well, I'm outta here. Got places to go, things to do, people to see." She pinched one of Annabel's nipples and said, "That was nice." And with that, she turned her back and was gone.

There was the sound of Carla's footsteps going down the stairs, the front door opening and closing. Annabel heard Carla's car start, then the roar of the engine gradually died away. Suddenly it was incredibly, almost eerily, quiet in the house.

Moving slowly, still feeling a little weak, Annabel used her available hand to untie the other one, then freed her legs. Sitting up and stretching, she looked around at Carla's room. In some ways it was still a typical teenage girl's room, kind of messy, with band posters on the wall and cosmetics everywhere. There were still stuffed animals here and there.

Then she looked over at the bedside table. Carla had left it open, and in the drawer Annabel saw the strap-on dildo that had been used on her, along with several others, and an impressive assortment of vibrators and other toys. There were also restraints, blindfolds, nipple clamps, and a few things that Annabel didn't even recognize.

The drawer underneath was still closed, and for a second Annabel was curious about what might be in there. But then she decided that she didn't want to know.

She took a long, hot shower, scrubbing every inch of her body, thinking of how she had been used as Carla's instrument of pleasure -- and of the pleasure she'd received in return. Good lord, how had so much happened so quickly? How had she surrendered herself so totally to someone who -- although they were legally related -- she really barely even knew?

Annabel decided that she really needed to get out of the house -- go somewhere, do something. There was a yoga class starting in 20 minutes, so she got her yoga clothes on and drove down to the studio. She got a funny feeling when she walked in; for some reason, the place felt unfamiliar. In truth, everything there was exactly the same, but she had changed.

When class started she found herself looking at the other women there in a new way -- sizing them up, evaluating them, wondering what they would look like naked. Her attention was repeatedly diverted by the ample rear end of the redhead in front of her -- two perfectly formed cheeks enclosed in tight black yoga pants. She kept having to remind herself to look away.

And then, towards the end of class, she forgot. Suddenly the redhead turned around, and it was clear that she'd caught Annabel checking her out. She didn't look mad, though; in fact she smiled warmly. But Annabel was mortified, and when class was over she kept her head down as she quickly returned her blanket to the pile and made her way back outside.

Back home, Annabel watched some TV, made herself dinner, and went out onto the back deck with a glass of wine. Right over there was where she'd seen Carla and Kim going at it. It seemed like months ago; she had been so much more innocent then.

She tried not to think about Carla, but found that she thought of little else. Sometimes Annabel wished that Carla was there and wondered where she was and what she was doing. Sometimes she felt a little resentful toward her stepdaughter, like she had been taken advantage of. Without Carla actually there, it was easier to resist her allure.

As she continued to drink, Annabel began to feel more and more like she had to put a stop to this. A kinky lesbian relationship with her stepdaughter -- how could that possibly end well? She needed to be strong, to end it before it went any further. Yes, it had been immensely pleasurable -- she still felt a throb between her legs thinking of the things she and Carla had done together -- but it was wrong, and that was what was most important.

She went to sleep fully determined that tomorrow, she would have a talk with Carla and explain why this madness had to stop. Carla was a smart person, surely she would understand. Annabel slept the sleep of the righteous, confident that she had come to her senses and would now return to being her old, well-behaved self.

And yet the next afternoon she found herself right where she'd been the day before: tied spread-eagled to Carla's bed, naked and helpless.