Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Ch. 05

... degrees in here."

"I... I don't know," Annabel stuttered, shrugging.

"Take it off," said Carla.

Annabel didn't know it at the time, but this was a turning point. Carla was testing her, asserting some authority to see if Annabel resisted. If she had, things might have gone differently.

But Annabel didn't resist. Having Carla give her an order excited her; she felt a vibration between her legs and her nipples began to stiffen. She pulled her shirt off, folded it carefully, and put it down on the kitchen table.

"The pants too," instructed Carla.

Meekly, Annabel slipped out of her sweatpants, rolled them up, and sat them on top of the shirt. This left her with only a matching white lace bra and panties.

"Much better," said Carla. "Now make me some eggs."

And Annabel did. She could hardly believe it, but as if acting on autopilot, she made omelets with tomato, green onions, and cheddar and brought them to the table.

When they were finished eating, Annabel started clearing the dishes. Carla sat at the table, sipping tea, openly staring at Annabel's tits and ass as she worked. Even when her back was turned, Annabel could feel Carla watching her, eyes boring into her. By the time she was finished cleaning up, she was dripping wet between the legs ...

... and her erect nipples were clearly visible through her bra.

Crooking a finger, Carla gestured for Annabel to come closer. She did. Carla pointed to the ground, and Annabel dropped to her knees. Carla untied the sash of her robe, let it fall open, and slowly spread her legs. Annabel looked up at her, and Carla nodded.

Annabel started by kissing each of Carla's knees, which she found surprisingly soft. Then she began to work her way up the younger woman's thighs, kissing, licking, nibbling. When she reached the top, Carla grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked her head back, and pushed a breast into her mouth.

When her boobs felt sufficiently attended to, Carla grabbed Annabel by the hair again and pushed her stepmother's head down between her legs. Annabel attacked Carla's pussy with an eagerness and ferocity that took the younger woman by surprise. She let out an involuntary moan as Annabel's tongue pushed inside her. On the whole, Annabel's technique was better than it had been the day before -- not great, but better. And what she lacked in technique she more than made up for in enthusiasm.

When Carla came she pushed Annabel away but held her there, kneeling on the kitchen floor. After taking a minute to recover, Carla was ready for more. "Again," she barked.