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

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

... 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 ...