#5 Bound and Gagged At A Christmas Gangbang With My Husband and His Family
T. A. BEAU
Bound and Gagged At A Christmas Gangbang With My Husband and His Family
T. A. BEAU
A CNC Family Incest Erotica with gangbang, double penetration, BDSM (bound, gagged), paddled.
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WORD COUNT: 4900 words
Santa’s Naughty Incest Village Serial: Story #5
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I sigh as I pull out the dough for tomorrow. The cookie dough is ready, my bread dough is rising, and all I have left to do is shape some donuts and clean up. As I finish the donuts, my mind wanders to Drew.
Biting my bottom lip, I wipe off my apron and clear my throat. Things have been amazing with him. Lilah introduced me nearly three years ago, and I want to thank her every day for bringing a man like him into my life. He’s open, understanding, and nonjudgemental. Beyond being absolutely gorgeous, he’s so much more than I ever expected to find in a man, especially since we have no secrets.
My husband knows about my fun with Arnie, Holly, and Molly. I know about his hot tour of the haunted house with Bianca. Having sex with family is something akin to a shared kink. All that truth has done for us is bring us closer together and add a few things to our kink list.
My pussy sparks at the thought. I was sure that telling him I wanted to experience a gangbang and consensual non-consent would be a deal breaker. However, that thoughtful look in his eyes and his promise to ‘see what he could do’ still echoed in my head.
“Mistletoe will be the safe word,” he’d promised. “But I’d like to surprise you with that kind of fun. I’ll drop hints that it’s me, but spontaneity will add to it.”
I’d agreed and purred ‘yes’ against his lips repeatedly until he’d groaned. “Sofia, behave for five minutes.”
I hadn’t, and we’d lost ourselves in each other, warming up a normally freezing winter night.
I need to wrap up here so I get to enjoy my husband. I’m nearly finished cleaning when I hear something. I glance at the clock and hiss. “Drew? I know I’m running late. Just a few more minutes.”
I hear a pot or something bump against a wall. I turn and glance around. “Drew?”
Still no answer. I swallow and slowly step towards the sound. My throat tightens as silence greets my ear. “Hello? We’re closed.”
Still nothing. Another item rattles, and something rolls across the floor. An empty sugar canister hits my shoe, and I bend to pick it up. When I stand again, there’s a man blocking the doorway in a black balaclava. I shudder.
“There’s no... no money or...”
The man takes a step forward. He’s huge, over six foot, muscular, big, imposing. I grip the sugar container as he steps forward again. I throw it at him and run. There aren’t many places to go in the bakery. I shout, but it’s already past nine. No one is here.
I try to keep the counter between me and the man, but he’s as fast as he is big.
“Stop running,” his voice is gruff and husky, but there’s something familiar about it.
I can’t focus on that, though. All I can picture is every terrible thing he could do to me. I don’t want to be the next dateline special. “Stop chasing me!”
“Sofia,” the man growls.
“Get out! This is my—”
That’s all I get out before he catches me. He rolls with me even as his arms constrict around mine, pinning them to my sides. I kick and thrash until he somehow hauls me up and over his shoulder. His woodsy cologne fills my nose as I kick.
“Put me down! Let me go!” I scream.
His hand comes down on my ass. The impact is so hard that I feel it through my skirt. I squeak, and he grips my ass, palming it roughly before gripping my thigh. “Be a good girl, and you’ll be fine.”
He settles me down, but my head bounces against the wall behind me. I stare at the covered face in front of me. The man strokes my face, but when I turn to bite, he grips my throat. “Be a good girl.”