Bride Submission: A Big Surprise - Sex Stories

Bride Submission: A Big Surprise

... after watching all the incestuous sex, the thought of fucking my father, although wrong, was lingering in the back of my mind. “So you need someone to take control,” he continued, his hand on my leg. “Yes,” I whispered, my pussy so wet I could feel it slightly leaking out of me. “Are you wet, honey?” He asked, feeling my wetness on his leg. “Yes,” I whispered again. “Do you know why you’re wet?” He asked. “No,” I answered, which was true. I could not fathom why being naked in a room of my future in-laws, relatives and my own parents was turning me on…yet it definitely was. “It's because your body is accepting your role,” he continued, “even though your mind is still in conflict.” “My role?” I asked yet again, the black and white concept of the term ‘role’ hard to accept even as I was unable to understand the full scope of the situation…even though it was beginning to become obvious…I still couldn’t believe it. “Yes, as a submissive,” he said. “But,” I began, but was interrupted. “Lift your ass up,” he ordered. I obeyed without hesitation, even though deep inside me I knew where this was going. “Lower your ass back down on Daddy's lap,” he said softly. “But that's wrong,” I protested weakly. “It's the rightest thing in the world, my dear,” he countered. “It's natural, Brittany.” “But you’re my dad,” I said, pointing out the obvious. “And doesn’t Daddy always know what is best for his daughter?” he asked. “I guess,” I said with trepidation. Dad had always been the person I ...

... went to for advice and he had supported me through my journey into law. Yet, the difference between career advice and sexual incest submission seemed a quantum leap in the dad-daughter relationship. “So, trust Daddy, my little girl,” he soothed, making me feel exactly like I was a child again. Always eager and willing to get Daddy’s approval. “I don’t know,” I paused, talking like I was seven again. “Go ahead my dear, Daddy always knows what is best for his baby girl,” he smiled, stroking his big cock. “You sure?” I asked, drawn into his soothing voice and an undeniable need to obey, my mouth watering and my pussy leaking at the thought of his cock in me. “Of course, honey, obey Daddy like a good girl,” he continued. “Let me show you how much I love you.” Yes, the words were absurd, the logic ridiculous, and yet it did indeed seem natural. “Okay, Daddy,” I agreed, treating the task as something an obedient daughter would do when trusting her father unconditionally. I lowered myself slowly, his cock sliding inside my very wet and needy cunt. “Good girl,” he purred, as I took all his cock in my cunt and let out a soft moan. “So to answer your questions,” he said. “Did you know that your boss, Mr. Pickerton, is also a member of the Order of Syndom?” “He is?” I asked distracted, the natural need within me to ride a cock overriding, pun intended, my earlier need to understand what was going on. “I got you a job there and Walker got Brad a job there with the purpose that you two would ...