Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 4 - Cookies & Milk - edited - Sex Stories

Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 4 - Cookies & Milk - edited

... 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 ...