Carla picked up the
candle from her bedside table, a nice big red one with lots of melted
wax inside, and hopped up onto the bed. She stood once again looking
down at the naked form tied spread-eagled to the bed, eyes
hidden by the sleep mask. Carla was in her element; it always excited
her to have anyone, not to mention her stepmother, so completely under
her control.
She thought about
gagging Annabel, then decided against it; she wanted to hear what this
really sounded like, and they had no neighbors close enough to be
disturbed. Taking a deep breath and steadying herself, she slowly tipped
the candle until a glob of molten wax fell and landed on Annabel’s
belly.
Annabel spasmed and
screamed, tugging futilely at her bonds, then exhaled loudly. The wax
burned, Carla knew, especially when you
weren’t expecting it. But it also passed quickly, giving way to a sense
of relief that was equally intense, almost sexual in nature.
After letting Annabel
recover for a few seconds Carla splashed her again, this time on the
shoulder. Annabel’s response was similar, but a little less convulsive;
she yelped and shuddered visibly, breasts bouncing in a way that Carla
found delightful.
Taking her time, moving
slowly and deliberately, Carla dripped trails of wax down Annabel’s hips
and legs. She varied the timing so Annabel never knew when it was
coming, and every time Annabel reacted the same way: she stiffened,
moaned, relaxed, and sighed. Changing candles now and again, Carla moved
on to Annabel's breasts, then her inner thighs, taking care to avoid
her vulva. Carla had learned the hard way that the pink areas really
burned, in a way took the fun out of things.
After awhile Annabel’s
body was covered with multicolored patches of wax. Between drips Carla
had been occasionally reaching down to touch herself; she was sopping
wet and needy down there, more so with every minute that passed. Finally
she just couldn’t stand it anymore. She put down the candle, stripped
off her bikini bottoms, and knelt with her crotch directly over
Annabel’s face.
It took Annabel a minute
to figure out what was happening; at first all she knew was that the
wax treatment had stopped, but then she felt the warmth of Carla’s flesh
close to her, and her nose detected the unmistakable odor of aroused
female. Once she understood what was wanted of her, she didn’t hesitate.
She, too, was more than ready.
It would have been hard
for her to believe it just a few days previously, but Annabel had
discovered that she quite enjoyed eating pussy. It was a complete
sensual experience: the touch, the smell, the taste... even the sounds
were gratifying, whether it was the moans and sighs of the woman being
pleasured, or the little squishing sounds made by her private parts.
It was harder for
Annabel to navigate with her eyes covered, but she was becoming quite
familiar with her stepdaughter’s nether regions, and she managed to find
her way around. Hearing Carla’s response helped. It was especially
vocal today; the long wait and the thrill of domination had gotten her
extremely worked up. Her moans were louder, longer, and higher-pitched
than usual.
It didn’t take long for
Annabel to bring Carla to a mighty orgasm. Her other senses heightened
by her blindness, Annabel felt the spasms vibrate through her, as well.
Carla paused for only a few seconds before saying firmly, “Don’t stop.”
As Annabel went back to
work, Carla stared down at her stepmother’s crotch. She had intended for
this session to be about Annabel giving pleasure without receiving any,
except what she derived from being Carla’s plaything. But that
pussy looked sooooo wet, delicious, and inviting... Carla just couldn’t
help herself. Pulling off her shirt, she bent forward, pressing her body
down against Annabel’s.
Carla ran her lips and
tongue through her stepmother’s soft blond pubic hair. The smell
drifting up from between Annabel’s legs was strong and intoxicating. Curling an arm around Annabel’s thigh, Carla penetrated her with one finger,
then began to lick her. Carla could feel Annabel’s breath on her own
pussy as she sighed, then let out a long, full-throated cry of the
purest bliss.
Time disappeared as they
reveled in the indulgence of the moment. Within this circle there was
no stepmother and stepdaughter, no older and younger, no dominant and
submissive; just two women enjoying each other’s bodies, and their own.
When Carla finally
rolled off, she was completely sated. She lay there head-to-toe and
toe-to-head with Annabel, catching her breath, every cell of her body
tingling with euphoria. Annabel sighed and let her whole body go limp.
She was completely overwhelmed by what she’d just been through. The pain
and pleasure were now completely intermingled in her mind, forming a
single experience unlike any she’d ever had before.
Suddenly Carla
decided that Annabel, having been such a trouper during the wax
treatment, deserved a special treat. So she got out her strap-on and
gave her stepmother a good, hard, slow, and thorough fucking. Annabel
wouldn’t have thought she could come any harder, but she did, repeatedly
and progressively. By the time Carla was through with her, she was utterly spent and drained; her head lolled to one side and she lay
completely still.
After going to the bathroom Carla returned to find Annabel fast asleep. She took
off the sleep mask to reveal the older woman’s beautiful, peaceful, and
completely contented face. She was, she had to admit, developing tender
feelings toward her stepmother; she’d have to be careful not to let them
cloud her judgment.
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