Dominated By Her Stepdaughter Ch 34

When she'd had her fill of Yasmin's delicious cunt, Carla lifted the smaller woman bodily -- she was not heavy at all -- and deposited her in 69 position on top of Annabel. For a minute Carla stood touching herself as she watched her stepmother and their new acquaintance go at it. 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 -- after an inquiring glance at Carla, who nodded her approval -- 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 hold 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.

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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 a beautiful, mysterious 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 wanted to flirt with her a little, sound out whether she might be a prospect for a threesome, but suddenly was feeling tired; the hangover had caught up with her. 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 spanking. 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 imagining Laura listening to them upstairs and wondering what she might be thinking.