Friday, October 6, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 66

Carla woke up the next morning feeling absolutely certain that it was going to be a special day. All she had to do was ride the wave, let things happen, and maybe give them a little push here and there.

After having coffee and some eggs that Laura had thoughtfully left for them, she and Annabel headed out again to the beach. And again, after laying out in their swimsuits for awhile, they ended up sunbathing in the nude. The weather was absolutely perfect: sunny and warm, but with a cool breeze blowing in off the ocean that kept them from overheating.

In the early afternoon they decided to adjourn back to the house for a snack and a nap. And maybe, Carla thought as she watched Annabel’s naked ass sway down the path ahead of her, something more. This time they had started walking back without covering up. As they approached the house Carla hoped to see Laura peeking through a window, but there no sign of her.

Laura had also left some grapes and melon which they took to bed with them, playfully feeding each other and licking the juice from their fingers. When the fruit was gone Carla climbed up to straddle Annabel’s face, then bent down into a nice 69. After two orgasms each they fell asleep for a bit.

When they woke up Carla heard footsteps from upstairs, and knew immediately what needed to be done. She had Annabel get dressed and go upstairs to invite Laura to have dinner with them that evening. While Annabel was gone she stretched a little and made more coffee.

After a few minutes, Annabel returned, reporting success in her mission. Carla gave her a kiss and a long, lingering hug; catching a glimpse of them in the mirror, she noted what an unusual situation this was, for her to be naked while Annabel was fully clothed. Usually it was the other way around.

They had coffee and drove to the nearest grocery, where Carla went a little crazy, buying enough meat and vegetables for a half-dozen meals. When they got back to the house it was getting late in the afternoon, but before getting ready to cook, Carla made sure that they both looked exactly the way she wanted them to. For Annabel that meant a skimpy blue string bikini that showed off her ample tits and ass. For herself Carla chose her shortest cutoffs and a cropped t-shirt that came down to just below her breasts, with no bra underneath.

Intending to do everything outside, Carla moved the food and necessary equipment to a table in the shade. Even this late in the day, it was still quite warm, with collected heat seemingly radiating from every nook and cranny. After setting Annabel to work chopping onions, Carla put some music on and opened one of the several very nice bottles of wine she had brought.

As if drawn by the sound of the cork opening, Laura appeared. She was wearing a loose but flattering sundress whose light color set off the brown of her bare arms and feet. Carla thought that she looked even more beautiful than she had the day before; she was glowing, almost.

“Hola,” said Laura, “como estas?”, and Carla and Annabel answered in their best pidgin Spanish. After that they switched to English, and for the next couple hours they talked, cooked, and drank wine as the sun gradually set. Everything felt incredibly natural and easy; there was no reason to be in a hurry, and no reason to delay either.

For Carla, the whole scene began to feel like deja vu, like she knew exactly what was going to happen next. Every once in a while she and Laura would lock eyes, and some kind of communication seemed to pass between them, like they understood each other on some fundamental level and were just reconfirming what they already knew. Occasionally she caught Laura’s gaze lingering on Annabel’s body, which had never looked better than it did right now: tan and ripe and rounded in all the right places.

By the time the sun had fully set, all the wine was gone and there was a definite electricity in the air. Laura volunteered to go upstairs for another bottle while Carla and Annabel collected the trash and moved the dirty dishes inside.

While she was in her apartment Laura got a phone call, so it was 15 minutes or so before she returned downstairs. She found the apartment lit by flickering candlelight, piano tango music drifting through the air. In the corner of the living room, Annabel was bent over a chair, ball-gagged with her hands tied behind her back.

Laura and Carla exchanged glances. A smile curled the corner of Laura’s mouth and she shrugged as if to say, “I expected as much.” The bottle of wine she’d brought was a screwtop, and she popped it open as Carla got glasses. Laura poured each of them a glass and after sipping they kissed, softly and sweetly at first, then with force and passion.

Breaking the clinch, Carla took Laura by the shoulders and sat her down on the chair that was against the wall behind her. Laura sat sipping her wine as Carla walked over toward Annabel and got down on one knee.

Carla untied the bottom of Annabel’s bikini and tossed it aside. After briefly caressing Annabel’s rump, Carla lifted her hand and brought it down firmly on the left cheek. Annabel shuddered and moaned into her gag; her ass was still raw from the caning the night before, so even though Carla spanked her relatively gently, she was soon whimpering pathetically.

When Laura stood and approached them, she had a fire in her eyes. Carla expected that she might want to spank Annabel herself. Instead, she took Carla by surprise for the first time that night. Kneeling down next to Annabel, Laura bent forward, lifted her dress, and presented Carla with her naked ass.


Friday, September 29, 2017

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 65

When Carla and Annabel woke up the next morning, Yasmin was gone and the sun was just peeking over the walls of the valley outside. They were hung over but not debilitatingly so; after quickly showering they set off in search of breakfast. The hotel once again seemed to be completely abandoned, but they did find some coffee and pastries in the lobby, so they helped themselves and before long were back on the road.

They only had a few hours to drive so they took their time, both of them having occasional flashbacks of the previous night’s delights. An amazing meal followed by a threesome with an mysterious, beautiful woman...already this trip was turning out well.

They crossed the border before noon and kept heading south along the coast. In midafternoon they arrived at their destination, which was even more impressive than it had looked online — a quiet, secluded beach framed by sparkling turquoise water.

They were renting the bottom half of a duplex; their hostess, whose name was Laura, had told Carla to knock on the door of the top unit when they arrived. She did so, and after a few seconds the door was answered by a woman in her 30s with big, dark brown eyes and a sly smile.

Carla was taken aback. In the blurry picture she’d seen online, Laura had looked awkward and frumpy. The woman standing in front of her was something else altogether. She had unusual but striking features and wavy hair that was either blonde with brown streaks or brown with blond streaks. Carla was immediately smitten.

Opening the door,  Laura invited them in and introduced herself, pronouncing her name in the exotic way: “Lao-ra.” Carla found herself uncharacteristically tongue-tied. Laura, fortunately, was very talkative, keeping up a steady stream of patter as she welcomed them and brought them glasses of watermelon-infused water. Before they left Laura’s apartment to see their own unit, Carla took a look around for any signs of a husband, boyfriend, or roommate; but as far as she could tell, this was the home of a single woman.

As Laura showed them around Carla found herself listening but not really hearing; Laura had a lovely voice with a charming accent, but Carla was much more interested in the way she moved. She was skinnier than Carla usually liked, but she just had a way about her; she was lithe and long-limbed, with a dancer’s grace.

Carla felt disappointed when Laura finished the tour and left them alone; her mind was whirling, plotting, strategizing, devising scenarios. But for the moment she let all that go. It was a beautiful day and after bringing in their suitcases, she and Annabel decamped for the beach. Initially they wore bathing suits but the beach was so quiet and deserted that after a few minutes Carla stripped naked, and Annabel followed suit.

When the sun was going down they wrapped themselves in towels and returned to the apartment. As they walked up Laura was standing in the bay window facing the water. Had she been watching them, Carla wondered? She hoped so.

As they passed Carla favored their hostess with a big smile, but Laura quickly turned away, looking preoccupied. Carla shrugged. There was time.

She and Annabel dressed and walked down the beach to the nearest town, where there was a restaurant that Laura had recommended. They had a wonderful dinner and several margaritas; at the nearby liquor store Carla bought a bottle of tequila to take home, cracking it open and sipping as they strolled home along the suddenly cool seashore. As they approached the house Carla looked for Laura in the window, but there was no sign of her; a light was on in her bedroom, however.

Carla was in a strange mood that night; Annabel could sense it, and was a little apprehensive. Her suspicions turned out to be well-founded; it wasn’t long before she found herself naked, face-down on the bed, wrists lashed to the headboard.

Meanwhile Carla stood over her suitcase, inspecting the implements of discipline and other toys she had brought. After a minute she picked up her cane. She wanted, more than anything else, to make Annabel scream as loud as possible for the benefit of their upstairs neighbor. She didn’t even bother to offer a pretense for the punishment; she just wanted to do it, and that was enough.

Starting slowly and almost gently, Carla gradually built up the intensity of the beating. Annabel’s moans reverberated through the quiet house, which was sparsely adorned and thus had excellent acoustics. At one point Carla leaned down, whispered the word “Louder” into Annabel’s ear, and brought the cane down on the older woman’s rump with a decisive crack.

After that Annabel didn’t really feel the pain anymore. It became kind of therapeutic for her, filling her lungs with air and then letting it go in a series of full-throated howls. When the caning was over her whole body was tingling, almost crackling with electrical energy.

Putting the cane aside, Carla equipped herself with a strap-on and made Annabel scream in a whole different way. All the while she imagined Laura listening to them upstairs, and wondered what she might be thinking.


Sunday, September 17, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 64

When she’d had her fill of Yasmin’s delicious snatch, Carla lifted the smaller woman bodily — she was not heavy at all — and deposited her in 69 position on top of Annabel. Then she got out her strap-on, harnessed up, and starting filling holes more or less at random.

She was in something of a frenzy, alcohol coursing through her veins, sweat pouring down her forehead as she plunged the dildo mercilessly into Yasmin and Annabel’s orifices. Without breaking rhythm, she picked up the bottle of champagne Yasmin had brought, popped off the top, and took a long guzzle. Then she tipped up the bottle and poured a generous splash onto the naked bodies below her.

Both Yasmin and Annabel came hard and repeatedly, licking champagne off each other, tonguing each other’s clits as Carla penetrated them, their moans echoing through the quiet room. Finally Carla staggered backwards and sat down, feeling lightheaded. The two women on the bed lay there panting, sticky with champagne, sweat, and pussy juice.

For a few minutes no one moved. It was Yasmin who finally broke the spell, standing up and heading into the bathroom. In the dim light Carla thought her naked body looked like a ghost gliding through the room. It was as if she was some spirit that had always been here and always would be.

When she returned Yasmin was carrying three glasses. After filling one with water for Carla she poured champagne into the other two, then untied Annabel, who moved slowly and languidly to a sitting position, rubbing the circulation back into her wrists.

Yasmin handed some bubbly to Annabel and they clicked glasses, then quenched their thirst. Carla sipped the cool water gratefully, feeling calmer and clearer with every passing second. She gazed out the window at the dark, quiet valley, then back at the two naked women drinking champagne on the bed. This all seemed like a dream, but a very pleasant dream that she was in no hurry to get out of.

Setting down her empty glass, Yasmin leaned over and whispered a couple sentences into Annabel’s ear. Annabel nodded and Yasmin took her by the hand, helping her up from the bed. A few seconds later they were both kneeling in front of Carla.

They unharnessed the strap-on and set it aside. Each woman took ahold of one of Carla’s knees and they spread her legs as wide as they would go. Carla certainly wasn’t going to object. She splashed the remaining champagne into her glass and leaned back in her chair to enjoy herself.


Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 63

Finding the hotel was easy, as it was the only building in the valley. From the outside it looked huge and majestic, if a little rundown. The lobby was the same – cavernous and ornate, but the carpet was worn and the paint was peeling in places.

It also seemed to be completely devoid of human life. Against the far wall was a long counter, in the middle of which sat a bell. Carla rang it, and the sound echoed through the empty space for several seconds before finally dying away. After a minute she rang it again, and still no one appeared. Shrugging, she took out her phone to start looking for the next nearest hotel, but there was no service.

Finally a little old man who looked like he’d been there since the place originally opened shuffled into the room and checked them in. Moving painfully slowly, he led them to their room, which turned out to be magnificent — huge and airy, with a canopy bed, an antique sofa, and a loft.

By the time they showered and changed they were both feeling ravenous. The reviews Carla had read online had stressed how good the hotel’s restaurant was, which at the moment she was finding hard to believe. But they set out in search of it and, after a few wrong turns, found themselves in a gigantic dining room. Only a few of the many tables were occupied, all of them by men eating alone.

For a minute Carla and Annabel stood looking around; it was silent in the room except for the scraping of silverware on plates and the faint sound of classical music that seemed to be coming from far away. Then a door to their left swung open and a woman appeared.

Carla did a double-take as she approached them. She was absolutely, stunningly, painfully gorgeous, with dark hair, dark eyes, and copper-brown skin. The tight-fitting black dress she wore was cut low on top and high on the bottom; her nametag said “Yasmin.”

“Hi!” she said, her mouth curling into a winning smile. Carla was uncharacteristically flustered; she stood just staring at Yasmin, wondering where she’d gotten her genes. She was probably some combination of Latin and Native American, Carla thought, but with her coloring she could just as easily have been Persian. Her age could have been anywhere from 20 to 40; hers was the kind of simple beauty that aged well.

It was Annabel who finally said, “Two for dinner, please.”

“Of course,” said Yasmin, and led them to a table set apart from the rest of the diners. Annabel and Carla sat down on the same side of the table and huddled over their menus while Yasmin brought them water and bread. They ordered martinis and when Yasmin returned with the drinks they were still studying the menus, unable to make up their minds.

In the end they didn’t need to. “Listen,” said Yasmin, grinning conspiratorially, “as you can see, we’re not very busy tonight. Let me have the chef put together a tasting menu for you. I’ll pair a wine with each course. Sound OK?”

“Sure,” said Carla, closing her menu with a sigh of relief. “Cheers,” she said, raising her glass toward the waitress, then clicking it with Annabel’s.

“Wonderful,” said Yasmin, picking up the menus. Then she whispered, as if it were a secret, “Our chef’s a genius.”

She turned out to be right. Each course was better than the one before, each wine perfectly matched with the food. As they ate the restaurant gradually cleared out until they were the only customers left, and Yasmin started lingering by their table, discussing the food, the wine, and anything else that came to mind.

Carla started to wonder: Is this girl just super-nice, or is she flirting with us? She felt certain that her and Annabel’s body language made clear the nature of their relationship, and more than once Yasmin winked at them as she brought some new delicacy to the table.

By the time they got to dessert they were both incredibly full — not to mention pretty tipsy — but Yasmin talked them into a chocolate-pumpkin cheesecake that was decadently delicious. When it was gone Carla leaned back in her chair and asked for brandy; a minute later Yasmin sat a bottle and two snifters down on their table. “I have to take care of some stuff in the kitchen,” she said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, OK?”

When she returned she was carrying a third snifter, and she poured herself two fingers of brandy. “It’s almost closing time,” she said, winking again.

“I’d love to give my compliments to the chef,” said Carla.

“That’s nice,” answered Yasmin, “but he’s very shy, you know. I’ll be sure to pass them on, though.” Sipping her brandy, Yasmin sighed. “There aren’t very many of us left. I’m afraid this place isn’t going to be around much longer.”

When she finished her drink she sighed and said, “Well, I’d better start cleaning up. Will you be charging this to your room?” Carla nodded. “That’s room 154, correct?”

When Carla nodded again Yasmin’s gaze lingered meaningfully on her own, and Carla felt her heart start to beat a little faster. Without saying another word, Yasmin spun on her heel and started to walk toward the kitchen; Carla watched her delightful rump sway back and forth until she finally disappeared through the door.

In their drunken condition it took Carla and Annabel even longer to get back to their room than it had to find the restaurant, but they finally made it. Turning on a single light in a sconce nestled in a corner of the room, Carla poured herself a glass of water and told Annabel to take her clothes off. When she was naked Carla found her collar in the suitcase and snapped it on, then bound her wrists and ankles to the four bedposts.

For the next half-hour they just waited. Carla killed time stroking Annabel’s nipples, playing with her pubic hair, and teasing her inner thighs. She wanted her stepmother whipped up into a fine frenzy for what she felt sure was about to happen.

Finally there was a soft knock at the door, and even before Carla could answer it, it began to swing open. Yasmin stepped in and closed the door behind her; kicking off her shoes, she glanced over at the naked blonde tied to the bed. She was carrying a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice, which she sat down on a sideboard.

Smiling a mysterious Mona Lisa smile, Yasmin stepped over to where Carla was standing. They embraced, then kissed, then kissed harder. Carla reached both hands around to squeeze Yasmin’s ass; it was pleasingly plump, firm yet yielding. Yasmin moaned into Carla’s mouth as their tongues intertwined.

Next Carla took hold of the top of Yasmin’s dress and popped her breasts out; she was braless underneath. They were utterly superb and Carla took a few moments to admire them before sucking on one, then the other. Her nipples were big, dark brown, and rock-hard; Carla gently closed her teeth on each one.

There was a moan of frustration from the bed, where the bound Annabel was annoyed at not being able to participate. Carla gazed over at her coolly, giving her a look that said “Soon enough.”

Carla lifted Yasmin’s dress up over her head and tossed it aside; she was now wearing nothing but black lace panties and knee-length black stockings. Carla whispered something in her ear and she nodded.

Turning, Yasmin climbed up onto the bed and stretched out full-length on top of Annabel. As they kissed Yasmin let one of her legs slip between Annabel’s; Annabel humped it shamelessly, rubbing her attention-starved pussy against Yasmin’s thigh. Meanwhile Annabel could feel the warmth of Yasmin’s crotch against her own leg.

Carla looked on, slowly undressing as she watched the two women on the bed make out. After a few minutes Yasmin began to move down Annabel’s body, sucking and licking her tits, nibbling her belly. Annabel’s whole body went stiff when Yasmin’s tongue touched her cunt. Then she arched her back and strained forward, greedy for more.

Coming up behind Yasmin, Carla fondled her rear for a minute, then let one hand find its way down between her legs. She probed up inside, feeling Yasmin’s muscles clench against her finger. Then she decided she couldn’t wait another second to taste this delectable specimen; she rolled over onto her back, pulled the crotch of Yasmin’s panties aside, and started licking.