Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Ch. 05

... Eventually she guided Annabel to her clit, and after some experimentation Annabel began to figure out what to do with it.

When she felt her orgasm approaching, Carla leaned down into 69 position. Timing her efforts carefully, she licked and sucked Annabel's clit in such a way that they came almost simultaneously.

Carla's orgasm was powerful, but Annabel's was cataclysmic -- hands down, the best climax she'd ever had. She very nearly passed out. In that moment of ecstasy, any sense of what they were doing being wrong seemed far, far away.

For a while the two of them just lay there basking in the afterglow. For Carla, there was a very satisfying sense of conquest, of a mission accomplished, in addition to the physical pleasure.

When Carla climbed off Annabel blinked a few times as if just waking up. Had it, in fact, all been a dream? It seemed impossible that it had actually happened, that she had just had sex with her stepdaughter. But there was Carla, naked, her derriere swaying as she walked toward the bathroom.

When she returned Carla quickly dressed. "I have a party to get to," she said. She looked down at Annabel, splayed out there unmoving, her pretty face smeared with Carla's fluids. "That was fun." With that, she turned and was gone.

* * *

For a long time Annabel stayed stretched out on the couch, staring at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts. She didn't get dressed, didn't eat, didn't move except to pull a blanket over herself as the night grew ...

... cooler.

Her life had taken a turn. A door had been opened that could not be closed. Even if she and Carla never did anything again, the fact that they had done it once was enough. She would never be able to forget that it had happened, and that it had feltso incredibly good. Her pussy tingled just thinking about it.

She was not a frequent masturbator, but she ended up frigging herself to orgasm three times on the couch before dragging herself to bed in the wee hours. She finally fell asleep just a few minutes before Carla pulled into the driveway, home from another night of debauchery.

It was almost noon when Annabel rose. The first thought in her mind was of Carla. She walked to the window to see if her stepdaughter's car was in the driveway; it was, so Carla must have made it back at some point. What did she do when she went out? Annabel knew that Carla had a lot of friends and went to a lot of parties, but she had no mental picture to accompany these ideas.

She was downstairs in the kitchen making tea when Carla appeared in her bathrobe. Annabel herself was fully dressed, probably overdressed; nervous about seeing Carla for the first time since their tryst, she had put on a loose, long-sleeved shirt and a big pair of sweatpants.

Annabel poured them both cups of tea, and Carla sat down to drink hers while Annabel went over to see what was in the refrigerator. When she turned back around, Carla said, "Why in the world are you dressed like that? It must be 90 ...