I step back and admire, grabbing Ella and making her look with me, “How’s it look baby? Your mommy’s like a Christmas ham. Doesn’t she look delicious?” Ella shifts uncomfortably, trying to look away. Christmas music playing softly across the room, dim lights flickering across the walls from the crackling fireplace, Grace lays in the center of her own kitchen table, ring gag in her mouth. Arms relaxing behind her head like she’s about to do some weird sit-up exercise. Elbows pointing outward, armpits exposed. Tits pointing straight up. Thighs spread up and out wide in a good missionary position, bent tight at the knees. The red ribbons tying her wrists together, and tying calves to thighs, they make her look like a nice Christmas present on the table. The ring gag, leather cuffs, and rope an erotic reminder of her real situation.
I finish the look by going to the kitchen counter and grabbing a little ripe red plum. I return and shove it straight in Grace’s mouth, smashing it a bit to force it to stay in her ring gag. She squeals and wiggles nervously, not knowing what I’m doing. Completely blocking the hole, she breathes deeply, nervously through her nose. “There, like a stuck pig with an apple in its mouth. What a feast.”
I sit down at the head of the table, Grace’s head right in front of me within easy reach. Her hair splayed out under her head. Her pretty blue eyes darting around, terrified. I look around and see some little glass bowls of ice cream. I slide it closer and relax, vanilla with swirls of caramel. I take a bite, delicious.
“Ella come here, baby girl. Down under the table. Crawl down, that’s it. Come here.” I make the girl crawl toward me under the table, sticking her face close to my crotch, little hazel eyes looking up at me, eyebrows raised, terrified. Her little ring gag makes her look so lewd and surprised. My swelling cock inches from her. I take a small spoonful of ice cream and lower it onto my dick. I inhale sharply, laughing, god it’s cold.
I hurry up and grab her little head and pull her closer. “Come on baby, warm daddy up.” I force her quivering mouth onto my cock, sliding in, some of the ice cream bunching up and smearing on her little lips, seductively, resembling globs of white cum. “Come on Ella, lick. Try mommy’s ice cream.” I let her work at her own pace, kneeling, sitting on her heels, her little tongue swirling slowly around my tip.
I return my attention to the table, trying another little bowl of ice cream. Vanilla with swirls of chocolate. Wow it’s so good. I take a spoonful and reach out over Grace’s face. Her head rests on her hands, elbows out to the side, like she’s leisurely relaxing in front of me. I dump some ice cream onto her forehead, then slide it around her face, onto her nose and cheeks. I lean down and casually lick at her as she whimpers uncomfortably into the red plum stuffed in her ring gag hole. It leaks juice down her chin.
At the same time, I place my hand on the back of Ella’s head underneath the table, gently nudging her a bit deeper, controlling her pace. Her soft tongue wiggling around underneath my cock, the harder roof of her mouth so nice to rub against.
I lick at Grace’s cheek, sliding the ice cream around, kissing and making out with her sweet skin. I rest my head down, sharing her forearm with her head right next to me. I lick and taste, but purposefully let the cold white cream slide down her face, making a lewd mess. She looks like she’s glazed in cum. Wet and runny, down into the folds of her ear, onto her hair. She pinches her eyes shut tight, trying to block out the world. I put another spoonful right on her eyelid just to mess with her. She inhales sharply from the cold and I lick away, relaxed and enjoying myself.
I cover her nose with my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around the sweet ice cream-flavored nostrils. Unable to breathe out her mouth with the plum stuffed in, she starts snorting and trying to turn her head away. I hold her steady with both hands and torment her more, sucking and cutting off air. I dig my tongue into her nostrils a bit, swirling around, just to fuck with her. A feel a bit of slimy mucus from all her crying tonight, and I wrench my mouth off of her in disgust. I spit in her face and rub my hand around, roughly smearing it around, as she gasps and hisses air in her nose finally.
I sit up, ready for more. “Ok Ella, follow me over here.” I move to the next seat, around to the side of the table. I sit down staring at Grace’s elbow, exposed armpit, and tits. Ella crawls to me under the table again, and I grab her by the hair and slowly coax her onto my raging cock. Damn, her warm mouth is just so perfect while I sit here enjoying my meal. This is how fathers should eat every day. Their little daughters lapping away at their cocks as they enjoy their wife and her baking.
In front of me is a small plate of tiny little cupcakes, intricately designed with white frosting on top. I bite into one. Goddamn she can bake. Chocolate chunks, cream filling inside. I reach down and pull Ella’s head back to let her try some. Smearing the cupcake around my cock, chocolate and frosting and cream up and down my shaft. I slowly pull her face back onto me. She coughs at first but slowly starts to get back in a rhythm of swirling and cleaning me off. Such an obedient daughter.
I reach out in front of me and tickle at Grace’s armpit, elbow tied up tight, unable to lower her arm. She squirms and shakes violently. “Ticklish?” I tease and torment her, casually taking another bite of cupcake. I smear the rest around her armpit, covering her pale flesh with creamy white frosting.
I take two more cupcakes and smush each roughly onto each of her nipples, twisting and pushing down so they stay. The music and flickering light from the fire sets such a beautiful mood in the room.
I lean my face in and bury my mouth into her armpit. Licking at delicious frosting, slowly revealing her skin beneath, leaving her wet and sticky. The faintest bit of stubble, rough on my tongue, adds such a dirty feeling. I grab Ella’s head under the table and force her a bit deeper. I hear a soft gagging sound from her throat, but she keeps going like a champ, sucking me in, swirling her little tongue.
Grace is completely embarrassed, trying desperately to ignore what’s happening and hold herself together, but she quivers from being tickled. I glance up and see her face turned away from me, eyes tightly shut. I lick her armpit clean while humping her daughter’s head beneath the table.
Moving back to Grace’s tits, I let go of Ella, letting the girl relax a bit and lick at her own slow pace again. I hear her breathing heavily under there, catching her breath cutely, god her mouth is so warm. I reach up and pull the cupcake off the nipple closest to me, tossing it down, leaving a dollop of white frosting where it was, completely covering her nipple. I have to stand to reach my mouth forward. Ella shifts a bit, but knows to keep going, still swirling and licking her daddy’s cock as it looms above her now, pointing her little face upward and slurping.
I plant my mouth down on Grace’s teat, completely engulfing her nipple, tasting the sweet frosting, flicking my tongue through the cream to discover the little puffy nipple beneath. Her tit is so soft and pliable, my face sinking into her motherly flesh a bit. I caress her belly and chest with my hands as I feast. After swirling and flicking my tongue around her nipple for a while, I swear I can hear a soft moan escape her on accident. It spurs me on and I suck and lap even harder, devouring all the sweet frosting, cleaning her up furiously.
My sucking forces a bit of her breast milk out into my mouth, swishing and mixing with the sweet frosting. The flavors are meant for each other. I let go and look down at her wet, glazed tit, a bit of milk trickling down the side lewdly. “Babe, I think I just made your recipe better. I grab the cupcake off her other tit, leaving a similar dollop of frosting where it was, then place it to the side of the tit I’ve been sucking on. I squeeze her udder and spray out some of her warm milk, glazing the cupcake. I take a bite, such a delicious flavor mixed with the feeling of sexual pleasure. I didn’t know the two could be mixed like this. My cock swells rock solid in Ella’s mouth as I stand there subconsciously humping forward lightly into her little face below the table.
“Here Ella, try this.” I crank on her mom’s nipple again, this time unnecessarily hard, watching Grace’s face flinch and try not to react to the pain. The remainder of the cupcake is soaked in plenty of warm breast milk. I step back out of Ella’s mouth and grab her hair and pull. She squeaks in pain and scrambles out from under the table on all fours. I put the cupcake to her ring gag, “Lick.” She obeys and gently licks out at the wet part of the treat. Her little eyes look up at me, hoping for approval, hoping she’s doing things correctly for me. Her eyes a bit bloodshot, filled with tears from all the hard work she’s been doing. I lean down and kiss her almond colored cheek. “Good girl. Ok this way.”
I coax her with me, holding her hair. I go to the end of the table and sit facing Grace’s spread pussy. I scoot in nice and comfy, and Ella crawls to me automatically, quietly sliding her mouth over her daddy’s cock without needing a reminder, starts gently licking again. “Here baby, get more comfy, put your arms up like this. Ok now use your hands, grab, that’s it, up and down, up and down. Remember to lick.” Her little armpits hook over my thighs, her warmth is so nice on my skin, elbows bent outward, hands on the base of my shaft as she slides up and down daddy’s cock. Her mouth so warm and wet. “That’s great baby. The better you do, the less you and mommy get punished.” Not really, but I’ll let that motivate her.
I look in front of me, god what a sight. Grace’s pussy, spread wide on display. Her thighs are held back tight up to her sides, knees pointing away from me, with her calves tied tight down to her thighs with pretty red ribbons, keeping her knees completely bent, her legs completely immobile. Only her pretty feet can move, out on either side. I reach out and grab her feet, and she flinches and squirms them pathetically. So smooth and clean from the bath, toenails painted a classy pristine white for the holidays. I’m not usually into feet, but damn these ladies keep themselves so pampered.
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