She whimpers, “Please stop this.” I sigh, finishing up her arm straps.
I step down from the bed. “When are you going to learn your lesson? I guess you need your gag back in.” She whimpers something, barely audible, tears in her eyes, but knows any more complaining will just make things worse.
I find where I tossed the wad of panties and strip of shirt fabric that I had used to gag her. The panties are soaked with spit, adding to the nasty funk of a full day of wearing them.
I also go grab something from the supplies I bought. A bondage gag. A simple leather strap, with a metal ring covered in black rubber.
I return to Grace, grab her hair to yank her head up, and start strapping the gag around her head. I force her jaw open wide, and put the ring in her mouth, her teeth clamping down onto the rubber coating the metal ring. I tighten the strap and she yelps in pain for a second. Her eyes wide and filled with tears. Her mouth now forced wide open into an ‘O’ shape.
“Just so you can’t bite me when I do this.” I stand on the bed straddling her, crouching down a bit in front of her. I grab a fistful of hair with one hand, and my limp dick with my other. I shove it in her open mouth without warning.
“Clean me off, bitch.” I force my cock as deep as I can, on her wet tongue. Holding her head steady with both hands.
She makes noises of complaint with her voice, just “Ah” sounds since she can’t form words with her mouth forced open.
I slap her on the cheek hard, “I said clean it! Shut the fuck up and lick it clean.” She goes quiet and starts pathetically moving her tongue around with my limp cock on it. Her mouth starts making more and more saliva, and the feeling is so nice. Not very stimulating, just soft and wet. Sticky clicking sounds as spit moves around in her mouth.
She gags hard, URRP. A deep heaving motion throughout her whole body. She was close to puking. I pet her hair to sooth her a bit, and I just leave my cock there, watching her struggle.
She licks and laps at my cock for a few minutes, cleaning off all my jizz and her own pussy juices. She seems like she’s had this cock in her mouth before, but not much. She’s actually grossed out by it. I smile, god they have such a boring sex life.
My cock hardening again, a look of panic in her eyes as it starts to fill her helpless mouth. She keeps pulling her head back, so I step forward and shove hard, forcing the back of her head into the cushioned headboard behind her, my semi hard cock driving a bit deeper. She gags almost to the point of no return. I sigh and pull out. I don’t actually want to deal with puke, as much as I love watching her struggle.
I lift up my balls and shove them both into her open mouth. The look in her eyes is priceless, such a prissy pure mother, such a vanilla sex life, suddenly an entire ballsack shoved in her mouth against her will.
“Lick. Clean them.” Her eyes so wide in shock. She has no choice and I start feeling a soft tongue lapping at my sack. Amazing.
All cleaned up, I step away for a second. I grab the nasty panties that had been stuffed in her mouth earlier. I reach down and wipe up Grace’s messy cunt, still leaking a bit of creampie. The panties are damp with her spit. As well as sweat and crusty pussy discharge and the tiniest hint of a brown stain from her ass, all from her wearing them a day or two ago. Now fresh white jizz coats them. I stuff them straight into her pried-open mouth. She shakes her head trying to escape, but I slap her hard and keep stuffing them in. She almost pukes again. Her eyes bulging in utter disgust. I finish her off by wrapping the shirt strip around her head and tying it in the back, keeping the panties in her mouth.
Then I turn to Ella, still lying bound to the center of the bed right next to us. I detach her, leaving the cuffs on wrists and ankles. She starts to cry, muffled by her own gag of panties, pulling desperately away from my grasp. I simply hold her tight with one arm, and clamp her nose shut with the other. She gets the idea real quick, if she whines she doesn’t get to breathe.
She stays quiet after that while I work. I bind her wrists together in front of her. She’s free besides that. I then take off the gag. “Now remember, I have to punish you if you talk, baby. No talking.”
Immediately she starts crying out, “Mommy help me! Why’s daddy doing this? Momm-” I clamp the panties over her mouth and nose and hold her tight, cutting off all breathing. She screams into my hand, I just hold steady. She flails around helplessly. I hold. And hold. She finally stops.
“I told you no talking! Do you understand, Ella?” She flails around, desperate to breathe. “Do you understand? No talking.” Flailing, but she’s slowing down, close to passing out.
Finally I feel her nod into my hand. I let go, and she gasps for breath. One breath. Then I immediately clamp back down again for another few seconds.
“No talking!” The shock of the second time really did it. Utterly horrified, she gets the idea. I finally let go, little girl gasping for breath, coughing hysterically.
I quickly grab another BDSM leather gag and wrap her little head with it to match her mommy. She struggles a bit at first, so confused, but I slap her little ass firmly and she stops squirming. Ring holding her mouth open, teeth clamped down onto rubber, she looks just like her mother now, forced into a shocked ‘O’ expression.
God she looks so wrong. Such a pure little girl forced into this bondage gag. My cock swells. I imagine her walking around the house for daddy like this all the time.
I can’t resist, I lunge at her. I kiss at her face, all over, licking and making out with her forced-open lips. Digging my tongue into the ring. Swirling around and tasting her little mouth, her spit, her soft tongue.
I pull her into a deep hug, grabbing her ass, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist. Her little butt cheeks clench in surprise, so soft and delicate. I squish and knead them a bit, burying my face in her neck and hair to inhale her girly scent. A smell tainted by her mom’s pussy juice and saliva. Her cute pajamas are so soft and warm against my bare skin. I carry her with me to her mother, who sits with her back to the headboard, arms stretched above her head. “Let’s have some fun, baby. Let’s go to mommy.”
I spread Grace’s legs apart and kneel down in between them with Ella tight to my chest. I’m face to face with the little girl. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her hands bound together, cowering tightly against her chest, almost as if she’s praying. I kneel pushed up closely to Grace’s legs, feeling her thighs on mine. I sit back comfortably on my heels. I rest Ella’s back against Grace’s belly and chest, and I lean back to enjoy the view of these two lovely ladies.
Grace sits leaning her back comfortably against pillows and the cushioned headboard of the bed. Her arms bound tightly up by her wrists in a ‘Y’ shape. A bit of a sweaty sheen to her skin, her bare armpits exposed.
Her blonde and brown hair, once so nicely done, now disheveled. Her pretty face, bound with a tight gag around her mouth, jaw forced open wide. Her gorgeous blue eyes, sparkling with tears, bloodshot, a look of horror permanent in her expression, unable to make eye contact with me.
Her motherly breasts exposed, her thin white tank top undershirt viciously ripped open at the chest, still clinging on around the sides and underside of her pale tits. A bit of that sexy sweatiness in her cleavage. Her tits hang slightly above her daughter’s head. Her legs spread wide, coming out from behind her daughter on either side. Those smooth thighs also have that damp sheen of perspiration.
Leaning her back into her mother’s belly behind her, Ella sits helplessly staring directly at me. Grace’s limbs spread-eagle out from behind her. Ella’s long dark hair is matted and tangled around her shoulders. Her pretty hazel eyes, bloodshot and teary like her mother’s. Those dark, bold eyebrows, raised in shock and terror. She sniffles continuously, snot dripping from crying so much. Dripping down into her leather ring gag, forcing her mouth open in an always-surprised ‘O’ shape.
Her cute pale pink pajamas with snowflakes all over, still intact, hiding her little body. Long sleeves, matching long pants. My cock swells, and her eyes widen even more, looking down at her daddy’s swollen cock right in front of her. I smile and tease her, rubbing my cock forward onto her legs. She recoils and tightens up into a ball, trying to hug her knees to her chest, create distance between us.
I grab her knees and force them back down, under me. I straddle her straightened legs, sitting on her thighs, putting my cock in her lap. I grind around, rubbing my balls around, poking my dick into her crotch and belly.
I then lean in and hug into Grace behind Ella, our daughter sandwiched in between us. I reach my face forward and kiss at Grace’s fleshy breasts. I lift and shove Ella, putting her head in between the tits behind her. Not the biggest breasts, but I still have fun, trying to squeeze her warm udders around her daughters head.
I nibble and peck at puffy nipple, move inward to kiss and slobber all over Ella’s struggling face, then onto the other side to lick and bite at the other nipple. I move them around, roughing up Ella’s dark hair. I kiss her cute little cheek, lick at her forehead, stick my tongue into her open mouth.
I lick and suck at Grace’s soft mounds. Her skin is so salty, sweaty. I cant get enough. I breathe her in, rub my face into them, feel her hardened nipples across my nose and cheek. I breathe in her scent, moving up a bit to bury my face into her cleavage. Her musk is a bit sour, but still so sweet, that smell of vanilla still so feminine. I lift a breast up and bury my nose and mouth underneath, so musty and warm. Damp, the sweatiest part of her body right now probably. I lick at the crease of her underboob. Gross, but my cock throbs painfully in Ella’s belly.
I grab Ella’s wrists with one hand, both still bound together, and lift. She struggles a bit but my strength overwhelms her and lifts her arms above her head. I grab a fistful of her pink and white snowflake pajama shirt with my other hand, right in the center of her chest, and rip with all my strength!
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