Bride Submission: A Big Surprise - Sex Stories

Bride Submission: A Big Surprise

... my father, who was and still is a very handsome man and very forceful, I became a little girl again, eager to get his approval and completely unlike my usual strong-willed self. “Just do as Daddy asks,” he said soothingly, somehow making his absurd request seem okay. Behind me, Mom's moans increased and I looked back to see that an older woman, Bradley's mother I assumed, was now awkwardly licking Mom’s pussy as she continued riding the old man's cock. My pussy was undeniably, inexplicably wet, which only enhanced my confusion. “Honey, come and get Daddy hard,” Mr. Wolfe said behind me. I turned to watch his daughter, Candi, move away from between my father's legs and scurry to her father, dropping to her knees as he dropped his robe. I stared in voyeuristic awe at the incestuous act as she took her dad’s cock into her mouth. Dad said, drawing me away from the shocking act and back to him, “Time for you to begin your initiation training, Brittany.” I turned to him, his eight inch erect cock pointing up at me, and asked firmly, “Dad, please tell me what is going on.” “Get undressed and I will explain everything,” he said. I was distracted as I heard mom screamed, “Fuuuuuck, fill my ass with your come, Maaaaaster.” I again turned to watch as Mom reached orgasm from riding a stranger’s cock in her ass. “Your Mother has her best orgasms from getting ass fucked,” Dad said, behind me. Ironically, I thought to myself, so do I. I felt it was the ultimate act of submission, giving ...

... your ass away that made it so hot. Bradley fucked my ass regularly, filling my ass with cum as he called me nasty names…knowing that the ultimate submission always got me off. “Earth to Brittany,” Dad said, as I was brought back to the crazy reality I was witnessing. “W-w-what?” I stammered, turning away from Mom’s sodomy and back to my naked father. “What are you thinking?” Dad asked, the smug look on his face showing that he somehow knew it was something naughty. “N-n-nothing,” I stuttered. “Were you enjoying watching your mother?” he asked. “What? No,” I defended, as I actually hadn’t. “It’s just I can’t begin to understand what is happening here.” “I think you have always known,” Dad said, his hand moving to his fully erect cock. “Known what?” I asked, Dad’s cryptic answers as annoying as Bradley’s earlier. “That mom is subservient,” he said. Thinking of how mother was the stay at home wife, so “Leave it to Beaver“, and always fawning over Dad it vaguely made sense. She also always wore nylons and was, in retrospect, very obedient. I joked, “I just thought she never left the fifties.” “Oh, in many ways she hasn’t,” Dad laughed back. After a moment, he ordered, “Now get undressed, my dear.” “But....” I began, the order so ludicrous. “No buts, Brittany, everyone else is naked,” he pointed out. “Except for the thigh highs,” I quipped, always unable to avoid being a smart ass when the opportunity arose. “Are you wearing thigh highs?” Dad asked. “Yes,” I admitted, suddenly ...