Chapter 116: [116] Meaty Sandwich

“You like screaming?” Daniel whispered against the shell of Lara’s ear, his hot, humid breath washing directly over the most sensitive little spot. With Touch of Lust already flooding her nerves, the words detonated inside her mind like a familiar explosion of pure lust. Her soft young body shivered hard against his large, daddy-like frame, broad shoulders, hard chest, and the unmistakable thick heat of his still-wet, urine-slicked cock pushing insistently against the fabric of her clothes, trying to tear through and fuck her raw until she begged for a cunt loving kiss.

“Leave me~ Angh!” she tried to scream against the cold wood of the door, but the sound was immediately crushed and muffled by the tight clamp of his large palm over her mouth. Spit flew across his skin, forcing her to inhale the scent of her own panicked, wet breath. Like a feisty little kitten she tried to bite his hand, but Daniel was far more experienced; he gave her only enough space to breathe and nothing more. In desperation she attacked with her tongue instead, licking wildly, wetly over his palm.

She spasmed and thrashed, trying everything to escape his addictive embrace, but he held her so tightly she felt gripped by an iron vice. Every frantic movement only forced his thick, urine-slicked cock deeper into the soft, warm cleft of her plump ass cheeks, the fat head prodding and rubbing against her through the thin fabric.

“I don’t mind making you one of my buffers,” he murmured darkly against her ear. “I’ve got quite a bit of experience acting as an amplifier~”

“UMPHHH~ LHEEAVE MHEE~ ANGHH—!”

His right hand slid down her flat stomach and clamped hard over her cunt through the dress, squeezing the soft mound tightly. The sudden pressure froze her thrashing body in an instant. He whispered against her ear again, voice low and filthy,

“I’ve also got quite a bit of experience restraining naughty little cunts, you see.”

Tears welled up in Lara’s eyes and spilled down her flushed cheeks, mixing with her choked, broken sobs. The moment Daniel felt those hot tears on his fingers he froze. He immediately turned around, though he still kept his large hand sealed tightly over her mouth.

“I’ll remove my hand from your mouth only if you promise not to yell.”

Her belly contracted hard from the sudden turn; the clamp over her cunt pressed even deeper, as if she were being lifted by her crotch. Fresh tears rolled faster down her soft young face.

“Do you want me to flip this dress up and shove my thick cock straight into your tight little cunt until you’re nothing but a helpless, whimpering mess on the floor, gripping your pussy and trying to muffle the pain while I screw you raw?”

Lara’s young body flinched and went completely still. Her eyes flew wide with pure panic and unwanted heat.

“Now… do you agree?”

She nodded frantically, tears still falling.

The moment Daniel received the signal he lifted his hand from her mouth.

“SAVE MEE—!”

Like a rebellious teenage bitch who only knew how to oppose her daddy, Lara immediately tried to scream at the top of her lungs. Daniel’s eyes widened and his hand shot up to silence her again but before he could, a pair of massive, soft K-cup breasts smashed against her face, completely sealing her open mouth shut. A thick, thumb-sized, erect nipple punched past her lips through the thin fabric of the maid uniform. Lara’s scream died instantly, muffled into wet, vibrating moans that travelled straight into one of Marcella’s heavy, soft tits. Marcella pursed her lips in pure, filthy pleasure, feeling the young girl’s throat vibrating against her breast while her own cunt clenched at the sensation.

“Good girl,” Marcella murmured huskily, one hand sliding to the back of Lara’s head and stroking her soft hair with deceptive gentleness while she kept the girl’s face buried in her cleavage.

Pinned against the warm, smothering soft flesh, Lara’s pupils rolled upward and met Marcella’s honey-brown, mommy-like eyes. Her lashes quivered. Of the two of them, Lara was far more wary of this woman than of Daniel. She could never forget the rich lady getting railed right against her own skin yesterday. Even in her sleep she still felt those mature assets and silky-smooth skin pressed against her… and that memory only made her cunt throb treacherously, leaking into her panties. That was the real problem. She wasn’t a lesbian, so why did Marcella’s face keep invading her wet dreams?

Confronted by those eyes now, Lara froze completely, like a startled, dripping kitten.

Daniel, seeing Marcella use her heavy tits to silence the girl, finally sighed in relief. He still didn’t want his daughter Anna to know about their affair yet; all his carefully laid plans for tonight would collapse if she found out. He had to stay extremely cautious. At the same time, Lara’s refusal to keep the agreement made anger flare hot in his chest. She had lied to him.

Lying was a sin.

And as a proud, responsible daddy, it was his duty to teach his naughty little daughters with proper punishment.

He forced his thick

cock out of the tight cleft of her ass, raised his open palm, and brought it down hard on her plump bottom.

PAHH—!

The soft flesh jiggled and rippled violently under the slap. Lara’s body jerked forward, pressing even harder into Marcella’s hot, curvy body, her face still buried in those massive tits.

“HIEEKKK—!”

Of course she screamed again only for the sound to be instantly muffled and vibrated into Marcella’s soft breast.

But one dirty smack was never enough for a daddy’s bitchy daughters. Daniel raised his hand once more, ready to crack another open-palmed slap across her already burning, reddening cheeks.

Somehow Lara seemed to develop a sixth sense; she could feel the approaching hard slap. Her cunt clenched tightly on pure instinct and her ass cheeks squeezed together hard, trying to share the coming impact across every inch of soft, filthy skin.

Before the ass-ripping smack could land, a soft feminine hand suddenly grabbed Daniel’s wrist, freezing him in place.

He traced the wrist to its owner and found Marcella smiling at him with dark needy eyes.

Lara, sensing something off, forced her head to turn just enough to see Daniel’s raised palm frozen mere inches from her ass, stopped by Marcella’s delicate fingers. She was shocked. She could see Daniel wasn’t happy about the interruption, but before he could speak Marcella pulled his hand lower and placed his palm firmly over the soft, protruding curve of her own fat ass.

“Masterrr~,” she purred, voice thick, husky and dripping with lust, “please leave these punishments for your maid. You can enjoy my ass as much as you want… squeeze it, spank it, fuck it… and as for this little girl…”

She leaned in closer, lips brushing Lara’s ear while still keeping the younger girl trapped between their bodies.

“Not everything should be handled the Daddy way. This time… let the Mommy take the lead.”

Daniel gulped hard.

What the hell is this woman trying to do?

He finally registered their exact position, little Lara’s hot, tight, young body was completely trapped between them with Daniel’s hard frame pressed against her back, Marcella’s soft, fat, mature body pressed against her front, sandwiching her helplessly.

He could have asked a dozen questions, but he decided against it. Feeling the soft, heavy heat of Marcella’s ass under his palm and inhaling the raw, young feminine scent of Lara, he gave the heavy cheek a deep possessive squeeze… and decided to let Marcella handle the girl. He wanted to see exactly what this filthy married maid was capable of.

Marcella forced Lara’s head to turn back toward her. She leaned in until their foreheads touched, staring straight into the younger girl’s wide, deer-like, tear-glazed eyes that looked cornered, trapped, and ready to be devoured all over again.