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!
Her button down pajama shirt doesn’t stand a chance. Little buttons go flying, the fabric making a loud satisfying RIIIP sound, the entire shirt opens up straight down the center. The little girl squeaks in shock, her mother lets out a yelp of complaint. I ignore them and enjoy the bare flesh exposed in front of me.
Ella’s squirming against my grip holding her arms up only adds to the experience, making her small breasts jiggle slightly. Her almond skin, the perfect amount of darkness, yet so smooth and pure. Her little tits and soft belly are paler, just slightly darker than her mother’s. She swims a lot outside, always in a somewhat modest one-piece bathing suit. This leaves amazing tan-lines where her swimsuit stops around the cleavage area, shoulders, and armpits.
My cock bounces, twitching, on her lower belly. I grind front to back on her, still holding her squirming arms above her head with one hand, still exploring. I move my free hand across her bare skin, god it’s so soft and silky. She’s tone and in great shape, yet still a bit of squish, a girly softness I can sink my fingers into a bit.