“I just need to warn you my family is very different,” Bradley said out of the blue as we reached their luxury hotel…they occupied the penthouse suite.
The way he stressed the word ‘very’ and the look of anxiety on his face had me slightly concerned.
I comforted him, “Honey, if they are anything like you then you have nothing to worry about.”
“That’s the problem, my parents are very, um, what is the best word to use…liberated,” he continued as we walked towards the elevator.
“Liberated how?” I asked, thinking it was an odd word choice.
“They’re swingers, for one thing,” he revealed.
“Oh!” Was all I could muster, this revelation not what I had been expecting.
“They believe we were put on earth as sexual beings and that monogamy is a silly societal expectation made to control the masses,” he explained.
I laughed, suddenly realizing that Bradley was playing with me, “That’s funny, so I suppose my parents and yours are already up there swapping wives.”
“It’s entirely possible,” he sighed, his tone and deathly white complexion telling me this wasn’t a joke.
I asked, suddenly worried, “You’re serious?”
“It gets worse,” he said, unable to look me in the eye.
“Worse than they are swingers who may try to seduce my parents?” I asked, although the idea of my parents as swingers seemed rather humorous. I liked to think they only had sex three times to produce my two older brothers and me.
He continued, clearly nervous, “I should have told you this a long time ago, but I had no idea how to bring it up.”
“It’s okay,” I said, although I was beginning to wonder if that was true.
“I don’t even know how to begin to tell you this.”
“Honey, just say it,” I said, growing more and more curious about what else there could be.
“Brittany, I love you,” he said, as he took both my hands in his and looked into my eyes.
“I love you too, Bradley, and nothing your parents say or do will change that,” I said, trying to comfort him. We were getting married in four days and, due to a variety of reasons, I had yet to meet his globe-trotting parents.
“I should have told you this long time ago, but the reality is, I was too scared to lose you,” he repeated, continuing to be cryptic and vague.
“Just tell me,” I said, getting more worried. Bradley was a strong-willed man and I had never seen him like this…so insecure and nervous…what I loved about him was his powerful persona, especially in the bedroom, “Nothing you say will change how I feel about you.”
“We will see about that,” he said.
“Honey, tell me now,” I demanded, as we finally entered the elevator.
“My family is part of the Order of Syndom,” he said.
“What is that?” I asked, as the elevator began its ascent to the penthouse.
“A secret society of families who run the world through a complex male dominated society,” he revealed.
“What does that even mean?” I asked, getting slightly annoyed by his vagueness. What I loved about Bradley was he was a real man and understood how to treat and please a woman. We are both lawyers and he understands the high stress pressure of my job. He was also the first man who understood my doppelganger personality. At work I was an ice queen; a determined woman trying to be successful and prominent in a still very male dominated field. On the other hand, he understood that when in the bedroom, I wanted to just turn off that persona and become my polar business opposite…submissive and obedient.
“It means that my family is a member of a very exclusive society that sees men as superior and women as subservient,” he continued.
“Like I am to you in the bedroom,” I smiled playfully, trying to lighten the tension.
“Yes, but it’s much more complex than that,” he said, not smiling like he usually did when I got flirty.
Just then, the elevator slowed down, stopping on the tenth floor. An older man, holding hands with a girl who couldn’t be more than twenty and was dressed in a plaid school girl skirt, white blouse, thigh high beige stockings which were completely in view, five inch heels, pigtails and a strange looking black choker with a gold symbol I’d never seen before engraved on it, got onto the elevator. She looked like a complete slut and he like a fucking pervert.
Bradley said with a heavy sigh, “Hi, Uncle Bart.”
“Hey, big man, long time no see,” the good looking, grey haired man greeted, before turning to me and saying, “And you must be the bride-to-be.”
“So I’m told,” I smiled politely, already not liking him.
He took my hand and kissed it as he said, “Brad, this is my girlfriend Amber, she is the Rockenports’ youngest daughter.”
The Rockenports were one of the ten richest families in America, being oil Barons in Texas, owners of a fancy line of hotels including the one we were currently in, and, the head of the family, James Rockenport had recently hinted he may run for President.
“Nice to meet you, Amber,” Bradley greeted, although he looked incredibly nervous.
“Nice to meet you too, Master Bradley,” the young slut replied, bowing to him.
I gasped out of shock and anger…thinking only I get to call Bradley ‘Master’!
Bart, seeing my reaction, asked, clearly surprised, “She doesn’t know?”
“I was just trying to tell her when you got on the elevator,” Bradley explained, clearly anxiety riddled.
“Yes, apparently your family is a member of some sinister secret man society,” I flippantly said, wanting to make it clear I wasn’t buying into this old school male hierarchy bullshit, as I glared at the blonde bimbo who had called Bradley master.
In the bedroom, I often referred to Bradley as Master and allowed him to call me a variety of derogatory names that always got me off. Yet, in public, I was clearly the one in charge.
“Oh my,” Bart said, “this is going to be interesting.”
”How?” I asked.
Amber, who had remained mostly silent, said, “You’re in for a real revelation.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell her,” Bart repeated, ignoring my question and shaking his head.
“Tell me what?” I demanded, getting frustrated, like I often did in the law office when men talked around me and not to me.
“Shit,” Bradley cursed, as the elevator slowed down. “Honey, please let’s go back downstairs so I can explain everything.”
“Is the initiation training off?” Amber asked, disappointment in her voice.
Bart said, “Don’t worry, the initiation training is definitely still on.”
“What initiation training?” I asked again.
Just then, the elevator doors opened and I gasped again.
A ridiculously big breasted, red headed young girl in a maid outfit greeted us, “Welcome to Brittany’s initiation training into the Order of Syndom. Please sign in.”
I glared at Bradley.
Bart greeted, “You’re new.”
“I’m Star,” she introduced herself, with a heavy French accent.
“Of course you are,” I sarcastically quipped.
Ignoring my clear disgust at her, she continued, “My daddy is Mario Cliffton.”
Mario Cliffton was a French fashion mogul and the designer of the dress I was wearing Saturday. My head was beginning to spin as I tried to put this avalanche of strange disconnected information together.
“How lovely,” Bart smiled, cupping her breasts through her skimpy uniform.
I again glared at Bradley, who was not looking at me but staring at the big chested maid.
I moved to the guest book and cursed, “Shit, my parents are already here.”
The redhead said ball bubbly like a bimbo would be, “Oh, they have been here for a couple of hours already.”
Bart quipped, “I imagine they are more than just here.”
“What does that mean?” I snapped, civility no longer an option.
“I think it is better for you to see for yourself,” Bart said, as he stopped feeling up the quasi-celebrity maid, and signed in. “Oh, Candi is already here and so is Dad.”
I had met Candi, Bradley’s sister, once while in Vegas, and thought she was rather strange and subservient, which was all beginning to make sense as this bizarre day continued.
“Shit,” Bradley finally spoke. “Brittany let’s get out of here…this was a mistake.”
“I’m not leaving until I see that my parents are okay,” I said tersely.
Star said, all giddy, “I’ll let Master know the guest of honour is here.”
She disappeared around a corner as I turned to Bradley and asked, my tone giving no doubt as to my growing anger, “What the hell is going on Bradley?”
He stammered, “I-I-I, um.”
Bart interjected, “Brittany, we’re a very close family.”
“So is mine,” I replied. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“We have a family tradition that goes back hundreds of years,” he continued, avoiding a clear cut answer like politicians always do.
“Stop giving me cryptic answers,” I snapped.
Before he could answer, I heard another voice from behind me, “Brittany, it is so great to finally meet you.”
I turned around to see a very good looking older man, a close replica of Bradley, looking at me, dressed only in a robe.
Shifting from hostile to sweet, I greeted, “Hi, Mr. Wolfe, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“You as well,” he smiled warmly, pulling me into a big hug, his smile so inviting.
This was how I had imagined the meeting, minus the poking of his cock into my thigh during the hug.
Breaking the hug, he took my hand and said, “Come with me, Brittany. My wife is dying to meet you.”
“Dad, please,” Bradley said.
Mr. Wolfe gave him a look similar to what I give, which shut him up quickly.
I followed my father-in-law to be around the corner, and was quickly overwhelmed with the massive spread of a penthouse suite. It looked like somewhere that movie actors would stay. He led me through the massive living room as I wondered where everybody was.
Stopping at the door, he asked, “What did Brad tell you about me?”
“He was cryptically telling me about a secret society led by men, but we were interrupted by Bart and his high school girlfriend,” I answered.
“Bart likes them young,” he chuckled as if that explained it, “always trading in for a newer model.” After a pause, he said, “Did you know your family is also a part of the Order of Syndom?”
“What?” I asked, shocked.
“Yes, I have known your father for years. I am surprised he was able to resist the obvious temptation,” he said, again being cryptic.
“What temptation?” I asked, suddenly leery of where this conversation was going.
“Why, you, of course,” he smiled, opening the door to a massive bedroom.
What I saw next shocked me to the very core of my being. I stammered, “M-m-mom!”
My mother, completely naked except for black thigh highs, was straddling a grey haired man in his sixties, assumedly Bradley’s grandfather, and riding his cock…in her ass.
Mom, not remotely embarrassed to be caught by her daughter committing sodomized adultery, moaned, as she took the older man’s long, thick cock in her ass, “Hiiii, sweetheart.”
I hadn’t noticed Dad, but was greeted by his voice, “Hi, honey, happy you could make it to your initiation training.”
I turned to see he was sitting with a beer in his hand as Bradley’s sister, Candi, also naked except thigh highs, hers red, sucked his cock.
“D-d-dad,” I stammered, unable to comprehend what I was witnessing.
He ordered, “Come and give Dad a hug.”
My mind spinning, I obeyed my father like I always did, as I tentatively walked over to him and bent down to give him a hug, trying to avoid looking at his cock.
I gave him my usual daughter-dad hug, but when I went to move away, he ordered, “Come sit on Daddy’s lap so I can explain what is happening here.”
“But you’re naked,” I said, pointing out the obvious, before adding, “and someone who is not Mom is sucking your cock.”
“As you should be too,” he responded.
“Daddy!” I gasped, unsure if he meant naked or sucking him. As soon as I was around 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 wondering if the silk thigh high stockings Bradley always had me wear, and were being worn by every woman here, was somehow a symbol of obedience for the women in this strange secret society. Also, I vaguely remembered that mom wore pantyhose every day when I was growing up and wondered now if they had always been thigh highs.
“Good, at least Brad did that right,” Dad said, his tone implying annoyance at Bradley.
“What does that mean?” I asked, as I kept asking questions, but got only vague answers and more questions.
“Just that Brad has not followed the Order of Syndom, which is very disappointing, since I chose him for you,” Dad revealed, another domino falling in a life that before the past half hour had made sense.
“Excuse me?” I asked, his last few words shocking me yet again.
“Oh honey, do you really not understand yet the breadth of the Order of Syndom?” He said, as he pointed around the room.
I didn’t look but instead firmly demanded, “Tell me what you mean by you ‘chose him for me’.
He sighed, “I told you I would explain everything once you got undressed, Brittany.”
“Fine!” I snapped, frustrated and figuring obeying this preposterous task would get me closer to the answers I was searching for. I took off my dress and stood in front of my father in only my bra, panties and thigh highs…shivering slightly and feeling very vulnerable.
“Bra and panties too,” Dad instructed.
“Seriously?” I asked.
“We are all just flesh and bone, my dear,” Dad explained, “don’t let society’s expectations control yours. Nudity is natural.”
“Is that why incest is justified?” I quipped, turning to look at Candi sucking her dad’s cock rather lavishly.
“Exactly,” he nodded, ignoring my sarcasm, as he explained, “Sex is supposed to be between two or more people you love, and who loves you more than your own flesh and blood?”
“You want to have sex with me?” I asked, even though the answer was beginning to be obvious.
“Of course,” he nodded, “but this is about much more than just having sex with you.”
“It is?” I asked flabbergasted, my father just admitting he wanted to fuck me. My whole father-daughter relationship was suddenly being questioned.
From behind me, Mom put her hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Free your mind of judgement, my dear.”
I turned to look at her and said, my tone still bitter, my alpha male personality dying to stay in control, “And how am I supposed to do that?”
“Understand your place,” she answered.
“My place?” I repeated, incredulously.
“Yes, honey, there is a natural hierarchy in all relationships,” she explained.
“You just fucked another man in front of your husband,” I pointed out.
“Because Master instructed me to,” she said, as if that explained everything.
“Aaaaaaaaaah,” I screamed, frustrated beyond all means.
Mr. Wolfe interjected, “This isn’t going anywhere, Cam.”
“Agreed, Walker,” Dad said with a nod, before standing up and ordering me, his tone firm, “Bra and panties off now, Brittany.”
I turned back to Dad and gave him a desperate look, but when his stern facial expression didn’t change, I, hands trembling, obeyed, as I unclasped my bra and tugged down my panties…even though I didn’t know why I was obeying.
“Good girl,” he purred, like he used to when I was a child…making me suddenly feel obedient and desperate to get more of his attention.
Mr. Wolfe continued, as I turned to him, “Brittany, it is time you understood your place. Your dad and your fiancé both did not do their job in preparing you for your role in the Order of Syndom.”
“My role?” I scoffed, his words sounding absurd. I noticed that Bradley, Bart and Amber where also in the room now.
“Yes, the social hierarchy of the Order of Syndom is very clear and not negotiable. As it has been throughout history, the man is at the top of the family hierarchy and the woman naturally is below him,” he explained.
“How 1950s,” I quipped.
He sighed, “Your father should have disciplined you back when you were young…as sometimes women, like you, think they can buck a centuries old system of power and submission. Plus, let’s be honest, you dress the role of a feminist, you work the role of feminist, but truthfully you are a submissive underneath your facade of pretentiousness.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, pissed at having my character questioned.
“Brad, what is your bride-to-be like in the bedroom?” Mr. Wolfe asked, looking at his son.
Bradley, instantly broke eye contact with me, and answered sheepishly, “She is submissive.”
“Does she call you Master?” He asked.
“Yes,” Bradley admitted.
“Bradley!” I gasped, shocked that he told his father intimate details of what happened in the bedroom.
“What names do you call her in the bedroom?” My dad asked joining the conversation.
“The usual,” Bradley answered, thankfully not going into the details.
“Like what?” Dad asked.
“Dad, this is inappropriate,” I protested, although we had long crossed the line of inappropriateness.
“It’s therapeutic,” he said soothingly, sitting back down. “Now sit on my lap.”
“But you’re naked,” I pointed out. His cock was still completely stiff.
“Now!” He ordered. “Everything will soon make sense.”
His tone startling me, I obeyed again, convincing myself I was doing it reluctantly, even though obeying Dad was something I had always felt compelled to do.
I sat on his lap, his cock poking my thigh.
“So Brad, what names do you call my daughter?”
“Slut, bitch, cum bucket, pet, slave,” he listed, each one both causing me shame and excitement at the same time…the same contrasting feelings of shame and excitement that always caused my best orgasms.
“Do you like those names, my dear?” Dad asked me gently.
“In the right situation,” I whispered, embarrassed.
“That is natural,” Dad comforted. “In public you are a working woman and in charge and demand respect, but in the bedroom you want to let go and be told what to do.”
I couldn’t believe how well Dad knew me. I nodded slightly in agreement, his stiff cock causing me distractions. My cunt was indisputably wet and 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 hit it off,” he explained.
“Y-y-you set Bradley and I up?” I stammered, both because of a couple more revelations and the constant distraction of my father’s cock inside me.
“Of course,” he said, “it is important that you marry someone in the Order of Syndom.”
“Why?” I asked, still overwhelmed with the reality that my Dad set me up without my knowledge and may have gotten me my job…my whole successful life…work and a man…were all apparently orchestrated by my father.
“Because it is an exclusive society, my pet, and only the best families can be a part of it,” he explained, adding a new term of submissive endearment to me in ‘my pet’.
“Oh,” was all I could muster, unable to comprehend that my whole life was a facade.
“It is important to understand your role in the Order of Syndom,” he continued.
“My role?” I repeated like a broken record, still not completely accepting my role per se, even as I rode Daddy’s cock.
“Yes, my pet,” he said. “You must obey, without hesitation, any demands made by any man who is affiliated with the Order of Syndom.”
“All orders?” I questioned, imagining the vast amount of options that could entail.
“Yes, for example, watch this,” he said. “Brad, order your future mother-in-law to service you.”
“Really?” Bradley asked, even as my mouth dropped open.
“It is important for Brittany to understand that you are the Master and she the submissive,” Dad continued.
Mr. Wolfe added, “You have been fucking your mother your whole life and even during your courtship with Brittany, anyways.”
Bradley went beet red as yet another revelation hit me like a ton of bricks.
Mrs. Wolfe who hadn’t spoken at all during the entire crazy escapade, revealed, “Although I haven’t had him in me forever.”
“Well, go fix that, Mommy-slut,” Mr. Wolfe instructed.
“Thank you, Master,” Mrs. Wolfe eagerly agreed, going to her son, dropping to her knees, fishing out her son’s, my fiancé’s, cock and devouring it whole.
Dad ordered, “Go join your future son-in-law worship his cock.”
“Yes, Master,” Mom agreed, quickly going and joining Mrs. Wolfe on her knees in front of Bradley.
Dad explained, “You see, my pet, tonight and the next three nights following, are about your initiation into the Order of Syndom.”
“To be a sex slave?” I asked, not sarcastically, but coming to grips with the reality of the role of women in this secret society.
“It’s much more complex than that,” he chuckled. Which made his cock inside me vibrate. “But yes, you are to be sexually subservient to all Order of Syndom men.”
“Including you,” I added.
“Yes, and your brothers,” he added.
My two older brothers instantly popped into my head. I asked, the avalanche of revelations continuing to compound, “Are you telling me Peaches and Suzy are submissives too?” My brothers’ wives, both teachers, were strong-willed women like me and them being sexual submissives was unfathomable….of course so was the thought of me riding my daddy’s cock an hour ago, so perspective is important I suppose.
“Peaches is the most submissive woman I have ever met. Suzy, on the other hand, took a bit of training.”
“And you have fucked them?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Many times,” he admitted. “Your mother loves using Suzy as her personal cunt-licker as well.”
“Mom’s a lesbian?” I gasped, shocked once again.
“All Order of Syndom women are bi, my pet, again it is just a natural part of the submission,” he explained, as if lesbian sex was just a natural connection to a woman’s very being.
“Do you expect Mom and me to have sex?” I asked, as I looked over and saw her sucking my fiancé’s cock.
“Of course, my pet, but let’s focus on your day one training,” he said.
Other than a night of fingering each other during a high school sleepover years ago and a couple drunken make-out sessions at college parties and bars, I had never had feelings for other women. Yet, the thought of kissing my mother, sucking on her breasts and licking her pussy suddenly had me excited…although it could have been the big cock buried in me that was manipulating my psychological feelings.
Mr. Wolfe grunted and I looked up to see him shoot his cum all over his daughter’s face.
“Go share your treat with our special guest,” Mr. Wolfe ordered.
I watched as Candi got off her knees and walked to me.
Dad ordered, “Clean her face, my pet.”
“I can’t,” I protested, the act both twisted and strangely hot.
Reaching me, Candi ordered, “Be a good slut and do as you’re told, Brittany, tomorrow night you’re mine.”
Before I could respond, she kissed me, her lips soft. After a brief reluctance, I returned the kiss.
Breaking it, she ordered, “Lick my daddy’s cum off my face, my new slut-in-law.”
I couldn’t believe her words, yet the crazy sex scene I was witnessing, my dad’s cock driving me crazy, and the strange name calling had me horny and thinking with my libido…like a man. So I leaned forward slightly and licked the cum from her cheek.
“Good, girl,” Dad purred.
“Yes, good, slut,” Candi added, which I thought ironic since it was her face covered in cum, but I didn’t say that…instead focusing on retrieving all the cum from her face.
Once all the cum had been retrieved, Dad asked, “Does my baby girl want to come?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I admitted, subserviently and somehow turned on intensely by my obedience to him. I had always loved my father, thought I had chosen Bradley because he emulated all of my father’s best traits and now I was about to show him just how much I loved him.
“Ride, Daddy,” he ordered.
“Aaaaaaahhhh,” Bradley grunted and came in my mom’s mouth.
As I began slowly riding my dad, I noticed that every pair of eyes was now watching me. Feeling rather self-conscious about being watched, I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the incest act. As I began getting into a rhythm on his cock, I replayed the surreal moments today that had brought me to this moment. My whole world had crumbled before my eyes and seemed to be getting rebuilt simultaneously into a whole new one.
“Look at the slut,” Amber said, “she didn’t even fight becoming an incest whore.”
I ignored her words, realizing she was right…for a strong-willed lawyer who had fought a male dominated world my whole life…it was incredibly ironic that I gave in so easily to a secret society led by men.
Bart laughed, “Says the slut who seduced her father before she even knew of the secret society.”
“What can I say, I was born to be an Order of Syndom slut,” Amber giggled.
“That you were,” Bart chuckled.
“That’s it, baby, ride Daddy’s cock,” I heard Mom whisper, her hot breath on my ear.
I opened my eyes and looked into hers, my vulnerability wide open. “I’m fucking Daddy, Mommy,” I said stating the obvious.
“Yes, you are, baby,” Mom purred. “Now I want you to really ride him.”
“Okkkkkay, Mommy,” I moaned, as I began bouncing on his cock, allowing it to go even deeper in me.
Daddy groaned, “That’s it Brittany, let out your inner slut and become my daughter slave.”
I moaned back, finally giving away my last strand of pride, “Yes, Master.”
“Let’s begin Brittany’s official initiation,” Mr. Wolfe said.
I moaned, “I think it is already started,” with a playful smile as I continued riding daddy’s cock.
“Crawl to me,” Mr. Wolfe ordered.
“Daddy!” I whined, my orgasm beginning to build and trepidation at what this man would make me do starting to cause anxiety in me.
“Do as you’re told, young lady,” he ordered sternly.
Reluctantly, I got off Dad’s cock, dropped to my knees and crawled to Bradley’s dad…humiliation burning through me even as my cunt leaked slightly.
“Amber, let’s see if that ass of yours is as tight as Bart says it is,” my dad said, already replacing me.
I turned to watch, with a wave of disappointment, this bimbo bitch serving my dad. He is my daddy and I should be serving him. The jealousy that hit me was both absurd and overwhelming.
Mr. Wolfe chuckled, “Don’t worry, Brittany, you will get many opportunities to suck and fuck your dad. But today begins your training.”
I watched as Amber, incredibly flexible, put her stocking-clad feet on Daddy’s legs and lowered her ass onto daddy’s cock.
Bart explained, “She is a gymnast.”
“So I see,” Dad laughed, as his cock disappeared in the bimbo bitch’s ass.
“Focus on me, slut,” Mr. Wolfe said. “By marrying my son you become my property.”
I turned away from my father ass fucking the bimbo and looking up at Mr. Wolfe asked, “Property?”
“Yes, in the old days a father gave the bride’s father a dowry, in our secret society the dowry is reversed,” he explained.
“So you own me?” I asked, the words sounding ridiculous…words I couldn’t fathom coming out of my mouth just over an hour ago.
“In essence,” he explained, his cock dangling flaccid in front of me. “You see you are a submissive pet to every man over eighteen in the secret society in the world. You will also start at the very bottom of the submissives’ hierarchy. Lastly, your honeymoon will be spent at a private secret society resort where you will be formally inducted as a submissive of the Order of Syndom.”
“But I thought we were going to Hawaii for our honeymoon,” I pointed out, as if I had any say anymore.
“It’s close to Hawaii if that counts,” he shrugged as he shoved his cock in my mouth.
I didn’t completely understand the breadth of his expectations, but I did understand my role of submissive. I had always loved sucking cock…especially a flaccid cock that grew in my mouth. I even went to a glory hole back in college where I sucked off a couple dozen cocks, something I had never ever told anyone. His cock slowly grew in my mouth, as I heard furniture being moved around.
He continued explaining, “Your initiation training begins today with serving every member of the groom’s immediate family as well as your own. Unfortunately for you, you may not come until every man and woman here has orgasmed because of your mouth, cunt or ass. Bradley, you have been training her ass?”
“Of course, father,” Bradley answered, “she is quite the ass slut.”
Hearing Bradley talk about me as such was shocking, although I had heard that and much worse in the bedroom.
“Is that true, Brittany, are you an ass slut?” Mr. Wolfe asked.
Taking his now fully erect cock out of my mouth, I admitted, in full submissive mode, so horny that I hoped I was going to get a cock in my ass, “Yes, my owner, I love a big hard cock in my ass.”
“My owner,” he chuckled, “that is a new one.”
“You told me you owned me,” I pointed out.
“Oh I do,” he laughed again, shaking his head, “but I’ve never heard a submissive use those words.”
“What would you prefer?” I asked.
“Oh, I think I like owner, it is unique. But you may only use that when with me, is that understood, my slave?”
“Of course, my owner,” I nodded, taking his cock back into my mouth, wanting to show my eagerness to serve and obey.
“Bart, would you like to give our new slut’s ass a trial run?” Mr. Wolfe asked.
“Hell, yeah,” Bart said.
“Have you ever been DP’d?” Mr. Wolfe asked.
“No,” I admitted, taking his cock back out of my mouth.
“Well, no time like the present,” he said as he moved to a bed that had been moved from the corner to the middle of the room and laid down on it. “Come straddle me, my slave.”
“Yes, my owner,” I obeyed, eager to have a cock in my cunt again.
I looked over to see Amber was bouncing up and down on Daddy’s cock, taking all eight inches completely into her asshole.
After straddling Mr. Wolfe’s cock, I demanded, “Master Bart come and fill my ass.”
“My pleasure,” he said, joining us on the bed.
“Oh, I hope it is mine,” I quipped back sultrily.
“Now remember, you are not allowed to come,” Mr. Wolfe reminded me.
“That will be hard to refrain from,” I said back.
“Each disobedience will come with a consequence,” he threatened.
“What are you going to do, spank me?” I playfully asked.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he smiled.
“Maybe,” I shrugged, just as I felt my ass cheeks pulled apart.
“Mildred, what was your first punishment?” Mr. Wolfe asked.
My Mom, who was being eaten now by my fiancé, answered, “I was taken by your grandfather, my owner per se, to an old folks home where I serviced over two dozen residents.”
“Oh my,” I gasped, the thought of such a task humiliating beyond belief. Not wanting to be punished, I promised, “I’ll be a good girl.”
“I know you will,” Mr. Wolfe smiled.
“Oooooh,” I moaned, as Bart’s cock penetrated my back door. As his cock slowly filled my ass, the double penetration created a new sexually stimulating sensation unlike any other act of submission I had performed before.
“Remember, my slut, don’t you dare come,” Mr. Wolfe ordered.
“Okaaaaay,” I whimpered, unsure how I would possibly hold back my orgasm.
He continued, “So your training will continue with tasks each day up to and including your wedding day.”
“Okay,” I repeated, as Bart began to slowly fuck my ass.
“Tomorrow, you will spend the evening being the family slut,” he explained.
I imagined getting triple penetrated by dad and my two brothers. The thought had never crossed my mind before, but now the seed planted. I envisioned it clearly.
“On Thursday, you will return here for an evening of submission with your in-laws to be,” he revealed.
“I can’t wait,” I moaned, trying to focus on not enjoying this too much and coming prematurely.
“On Friday, you get a night with just the ladies,” he said.
Amber chirped, “Toy party.”
Candi added, “Toy orgy.”
Mrs. Wolfe chimed in, “And Brittany you’re the toy.”
The abundance of upcoming events of submission dedicated to me was overwhelming and I couldn’t fathom the full scope of what it all entailed.
Mr. Wolfe, cupping my breasts, added, “And Saturday will be a day you will never forget,”
“I hope not,” I moaned.
“Oh, trust me, once you officially say your vows, particularly the ‘to love, cherish and obey’ piece, once you say I do, you become an official submissive in the Society of the Order of Syndom and will obey without hesitation not only your husband, and owner,” he paused, “but all your Masters and Mistresses.”
“Mistresses?” I questioned, this a new term to the conversation of submission.
“Yes, as I mentioned,” he said, “you are the lowest slut on the totem pole and thus must be subservient to any woman in the Society of Order of Syndom who has joined and been initiated before you…regardless of age.”
“Ooooh,” I moaned, as Bart began fucking my ass faster and harder. “But the idea of being submissive to women, especially women younger than me, was not something that appealed to me.
Bart grunted a few seconds later, “I’m going to come, slut.”
“Mmmmmm, fill my ass with your cum, Master,” I offered, always loving the feeling of cum exploding in my mouth, pussy or ass.
“As you wish ass-slut,” he grunted and spewed his sticky seed up my rear passage.
Mr. Wolfe ordered, as Bart pulled out of my ass, “Ride my cock, slut.”
I obeyed, my pussy dying to feel a cock going in and out.
I leaned back, allowing my firm 36C breasts to be in view as I began bouncing up and down on his cock.
“Shit, you have a nice rack,” he complimented, as they bounced up and down in unison.
Old me would have been pissed at such a derogatory word being used for my breasts, but submissive me understood that I didn’t have breasts but rather I had a rack or tits. So I responded, “I am happy you like my tits, my owner.”
He playfully slapped them as I continued riding his big cock. The slapping of my tits, something I had never experienced before, somehow enhanced my growing pleasure and I could feel the orgasm that I wasn’t allowed to have until I had satisfied everyone there, building.
Noticing my increased breathing, Mr. Wolfe warned, “Don’t you dare come, my slut.”
“Your cock feels too good in my cunt,” I moaned loudly, knowing there was no way to hold back the avalanche of euphoria about to crash down on me.
He pinched my nipples, assumedly to cause me pain and dissipate my growing pleasure, but it did the opposite…triggering the avalanche without warning as I screamed, “Sooooooorry,” as I collapsed forward, my tits crashing into his face.
“Bad girl,” he scolded, even though his tone implied that he was expecting me to come.
“S-s-sorry,” I struggled to say, my body trembling with a pleasure unlike any other, and the revelation that I had just fucked my fiancé’s father hit me.
Flipping me over like a rag doll, he grabbed my ankles and moved them to my head, before filling my cunt with his cock.
As he fucked me deep and hard, his body slamming into mine, my orgasm not yet completely running its course, I moaned playfully, “This is the best punishment ever.”
As he pulled out and without warning plunged his cock in my ass making me scream, his cock substantially bigger then Bart’s and thicker then Bradley’s, he chuckled, “This isn’t your punishment, Brittany. That will come at work at some point tomorrow.”
My eyes went big at his ominous promise as he drilled my ass just the way I liked it. I never was one for kissing or love making, when in the bedroom I wanted to be treated like a slut…to be fucked hard.
“No witty remark?” he asked, sweat now beginning to drip form his forehead.
“Noooo,” I admitted, his cock stretching my ass wider than it had ever been.
After a couple more minutes of hard core ass fucking, my ass finally adjusting to his girth, he pulled out of my ass and ordered, “Knees, slut.”
I quickly obeyed and took his cock, which had just been reaming my ass, something Bradley loved to make me do too, like father like son I suppose, and bobbed hungrily.
“You got yourself a pretty hot piece of submissive ass, son,” Mr. Wolfe complimented.
“I know,” Bradley agreed, a completely different man than his usual reserved public demeanour in how he spoke, “she is an insatiable slut.”
“We’ll test that theory over the next few days,” Mr. Wolfe said as he grunted and shot a load down my throat.
“Are you saying your bitch bride is better than me?” Candi challenged.
“I didn’t say that,” Bradley replied.
“Does she know that you fucked me on the kitchen table while she was out getting a massage?” Candi asked,
Mr. Wolfe pulling his cock out of my mouth, I answered, “I do now.”
“You may be his bride, but I am the one he really loves to fuck,” Candi said, clearly jealous of my relationship with her brother.
“He practised on you to prepare for me,” I quipped back, determined to win against her.
She glared, “Crawl to me; bitch.”
I looked up at Mr. Wolfe who shrugged, “You’re low slut on the totem pole, she is your Mistress, too.”
“But she is ten years younger than me!” I protested.
“Now, bitch, or I’ll give you a good spanking,” she threatened.
Reluctantly, I obeyed. Getting off the bed, I dropped to my knees and crawled to her.
Reaching her, she said smugly, “Get used to being in this position my sister-in-law slut, I plan to use you a lot.”
I went to speak, but she grabbed my head and pulled me into her shaved cunt.
The scent was intriguingly exotic and without even thinking, I began licking. Like the scent, her taste was a mixture of tastes that were both tangy and fishy, a strange mixture that instantly had me wanting more. Having never tasted a pussy, other than my own juices on a cock I would suck after it was in me, I was pleasantly surprised by just how good it tasted. Her pussy was already wet and after only a couple of minutes of licking, her moans got louder.
“This can’t be your first time, slut,” Candi moaned.
I responded between licks, “It is, Mistress.” The word ‘Mistress’ rolling off my tongue rather naturally. Like when I served a man, my only focus now was bringing her pleasure, getting her off. I licked and licked and as her moans increased, I began concentrating on her clit which was what always got me off.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, as her legs twitched with each flick of her clit.
Seconds later, as she grabbed my head and held my face firmly on her cunt lips, I felt a flood of wetness hit my face, lips and tongue as I made Candi come. A chill went up my spine at getting a woman off and my first thought was I wonder if all women taste like her.
I found out my answer to that question quickly as Candi let go off my head and Amber said, “Let’s test out the new slut.”
I crawled out from between Candi’s legs and looked over to Amber who was sitting on my father’s lap, cum leaking out of her asshole.
“Come and clean my asshole,” Amber ordered.
I crawled over to her and my father, staring at her well gaped ass, cum slowly leaking out of it.
I paused, as I thought to myself, ‘Am I supposed to eat my father’s cum out of a young slut’s ass?’
The answer was given to me as Dad said, “Clean up my cum, baby girl. Don’t worry, the next load will come directly from the source.”
Without another word, I obeyed, crawling a couple more feet and licking the cum from Amber’s asshole.
“What a fucking slut,” Amber teased, “licking your father’s cum from a stranger’s ass. I thought you were a strong-willed lawyer.”
So drawn into the web of submission, I answered, like I often did in the confines of the bedroom with Bradley, “I’m not a feminist, I’m just a slut.”
“An incest slut?” Amber questioned.
“Yes, dammit, a dirty, submissive, incest slut,” I declared, as I continued to retrieve Daddy’s cum like some sick, cum-hungry whore.
“Don’t miss any,” Amber teased, looking down at me.
“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, licking cum off the chair.
“Now tongue my ass and really get it all,” Amber ordered.
I again obeyed, without hesitation, the sick and twisted act of humiliation. The taste wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t unpleasant either. I tongued her ass eagerly for a couple of minutes until I felt hands on my ass.
I looked behind to see Bradley’s grandfather moving his cock towards me.
“You may just be good enough for my grandson,” he said, as he slid his cock in my cunt.
Before I could respond, Amber grabbed my head and pulled me into her cunt.
Her scent and taste was different than Candi’s…stronger and less appealing, yet I still wanted to get her off. I licked and licked, as Bradley’s grandfather slowly fucked my pussy.
Amber, after a couple of minutes, asked, “May I come, Master?”
“You may,” Daddy said.
Amber then grabbed my head and began rubbing her cunt up and down on my face. I just focused on breathing, keeping my tongue extended as she fucked herself on my face. Meanwhile, Bradley’s grandfather pulled out of my cunt and slammed into my ass, making me scream into Amber’s cunt. Instantly, it occurred to me his cock had last been in my mom’s ass, which made this even more surreal.
Unlike the slow fucking he had been doing in my cunt, he slammed into my ass with each forward thrust, forcing my face deeper into Amber’s grinding cunt. It was awkward and yet turned me on immensely, my desire to please literally overriding everything else.
Suddenly Amber screamed, “I’m coming,” and my face was covered yet again with pussy juice.
She let go of my head a minute later and I lifted my head up to get some fresh air.
She laughed, “You should see what you look like with pussy juice all over your face.”
“Bounce back on my cock, ass slut,” Bradley’s grandfather ordered.
“Okay,” I nodded with a moan, as I began bouncing back on his cock, taking it even deeper into me.
“Tell me what you are,” he ordered.
“A sluuut,” I moaned, loving the feeling of bouncing on his cock.
“And?” he questioned.
“A slave,” I continued, every self-degrading name only enhancing my depths of submission.
“And?”
“A pet, a whore, a play thing,” I listed off, more during each backwards slam onto his cock.
“And a cunt-licker?” he added.
“Yeeees,” I agreed.
“Good, because its time I see if my daughter-in-law is worthy of my approval,” I heard beside me.
Amber moved out of the way, my dad slid over and Brad’s mother sat in front of me.
I looked up at her, as I rode Bradley’s grandfather and said, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Wolfe.”
“As it is you, my dear,” she smiled down at me, opening her legs.
“May I serve you?” I asked.
“Not yet, my dear,” she smiled. “Answer a few questions for me first.”
“Okay,” I moaned.
“Have you ever cheated on Bradley?” she asked.
“Not before today,” I smiled.
“How many children do you want?” she asked.
“As many as Bradley wants to have,” I answered, although the answer before today was one child if any.
“Get ready for my cum, slut,” Bradley’s grandfather warned.
“Yeess, Master, fill my ass with your dominant seed,” I begged.
A few seconds later I felt another load of cum fill my ass.
“Come serve your new Mistress-in-law,” Mrs. Wolfe ordered.
I continued riding his cock, milking all his cum, before leaning forward and licking my third cunt in half an hour.
“Good girl,” she purred, as I began licking her pussy.
The term of endearment, after all the nasty name-calling, was a sudden shift, but I indeed wanted to be her good girl.
I replicated the same slow attention on her pussy lips I had given the other two until her moans began increasing. I took her clit between my lips and put pressure on it. A couple more minutes of licking, and teasing and her breathing increased as she screamed, “Swallow your new Mommy’s cuuuuum.”
I obeyed, as her cum flooded out of her and onto my eager tongue.
Once done, she looked down at me and said, extending her hand, “By the way Brittany, my name is Sasha.”
I nodded, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Mistress Sasha.”
She pulled me up and kissed me, her tongue sliding inside my mouth.
We kissed for a couple of minutes before Mr. Wolfe announced, “And now for the grand finale.”
Sasha broke the kiss and I looked to Mr. Wolfe with curiosity.
“All that is left is your mother and father, Brittany,” he said.
“What about Bradley?” I asked, as I looked over and saw he was fucking his sister.
“No fucking the groom until your wedding day,” he said, before adding, “He seems to be busy getting reacquainted with his sister-slut.”
“So it seems,” I said, watching them.
“Come to me,” Mom said, on the bed with Dad.
“Okay, Mommy,” I nodded, getting off my sore knees and joining them on the bed.
Joining my parents on the bed, Mom pulled me to her and we kissed. At first the kiss was tentative, but once mom’s tongue slid into my mouth, it became passionate and urgent.
Her hands moved to my ass as she pulled me into her, our big tits crashing into each other. I grabbed her ass, trying to somehow pull her closer to me.
Dad cleared his throat, “Um, I think you two are forgetting someone?”
Mom giggled, as she broke our incestuous kiss, “Sorry, Master, I have wanted to do that forever.”
“Don’t worry, my pet, you will have plenty of time to play with your daughter. Now I want you to share my cock with her,” he said, his cock standing fully at attention.
I asked, my tone all girlish, which somehow enhanced my eager submission, “Does Daddy want his little girlie to suck and fuck his big cock?”
“I want more than that my pet,” he said hinting at something even naughtier, “both of you get my cock ready for your cunts.”
Mom added, “Come join me, my dear.”
I obeyed and soon we were both licking his cock together.
“Suck his balls,” Mom ordered, as she swirled her tongue around his thick mushroom top.
I obeyed moving lower and taking dad’s balls in my mouth one at a time.
Dad moaned, “That’s it baby girl, suck Daddy’s balls with your mouth.”
I moaned in response with a mouthful of his ball inside.
“Come share my cock, my sluts,” he ordered.
I moved back up and Mom said, “Start at the bottom baby.”
I obeyed and she did too and soon our lips were touching as we slowly moved up his cock, somehow literally both sucking his cock at the same time.
For a couple of minutes, in amazing unison, we bobbed up and down on his cock.
“Use your tongue too, Brittany,” he ordered.
I obeyed, as I sucked his cock and kissed mom simultaneously, easily the hottest sexual moment of submission in my life.
After a couple of minutes of the most unique blow job ever, Dad ordered, “On all fours, my sluts.”
Mom quickly got into position like a well-trained pet, and I followed closely behind.
“I have looked forward to this moment for a long time,” Dad said, as he got on his knees and moved behind mom. I couldn’t believe the wave of disappointment when I realized he was going to fuck her instead of me.
I turned my head and watched as he began fucking Mom.
Mom moaned, “Mmmmmmmm, I love your cock, Master.”
Looking at me, Dad asked, “Does my baby girl want her Daddy’s fuck stick in her cunt?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I admitted, the idea of fucking him now all I could think of.
“You sure, baby girl?” He asked, a big smile on his face.
“Come fuck your baby girl, Daddy,” I begged, desperately wanting his cock back in me. “Fuck me like the slut you want me to be,” I added, wanting desperately to be the best slut for him I could be.
“What do you think Daddy wants?” He asked, as he continued fucking Mommy.
“To have his Harvard trained daughter turned into a submissive bimbo slut with three holes for his pleasure,” I answered, sounding like the vapid cock hungry slut I was.
“You know Daddy so well,” he smiled, pulling out and moving to me.
I giggled, “I just realized that all of women here have bimbo names.”
“Of course, Brittany,” he said, his cock poking my pussy lips.
“Don’t tease me Dadddddy, fuck your baby girl like you have wanted to for years,” I said, assuming that was true.
Mom added, “Time to fuck the real thing instead of fucking me and calling me Brittany.”
“You roll played fucking me?” I purred.
“Honey, I have been fucking your mother and treating her like you since you were legal,” he continued.
“Oh Daddy, I wish you would have made me your slut when I was at home,” I moaned, thinking of all the years wasted.
“Better start making up for lost time,” he said, as he filled my cunt.
“Yeeeeeeees, Daddy, fuck your baby pet,” I moaned, as he began pounding me.
Mommy purred, “Fuck your daughter, Cameron, make her your fuck slave.”
“Oooooooh, Mommy, it feels so good,” I moaned, the exhilaration of the act of incestuous submission overwhelming.
“I know baby, I remember the first time my Daddy fucked me,” she responded.
Somehow this was a surprise, although it shouldn’t have been after all of today’s revelations. “You fuuuuucked grand daddy?” I asked.
“As will you tomorrow, my dear,” she revealed, adding another family member to tomorrow’s apparent gangbang.
“Is he big?” I asked.
“His nickname is horse, if that gives you an answer,” Mom smiled, her hand rubbing herself.
“Hmmmmmmm,” I moaned, “sounds yummy.”
“Focus on my cock, you silly slut,” Daddy said, slapping my ass.
“Soooooory, Daddy,” I moaned, “You seem to have awakened the sleeping slut in me.”
“It was always there,” he quipped.
Bradley added, “I fucked her ass on our second date.”
“And I swallowed on the first,” I added.
“Let’s get our little girl off,” Daddy said.
“Hmmmmm,’ Mom moaned, as she moved under me and began licking my clit as Daddy fucked me.
“Oh God, yesssss,” I moaned instantly. The double pleasure of a tongue on my clit and a cock in my cunt an exhilarating first.
My second orgasm of the night began building and I asked, a couple of minutes later, “Is your little slut allowed to come, Daddy?”
“Yes, my slut, come in front of all your new Masters and Mistresses,” he ordered.
“Oh God, Daddy, I can’t believe all thiiis,” I moaned, as Mom sucked my clit between her lips.
“It’s only the beginning, baby,” he grunted, as I felt his cum shoot inside me without warning which triggered my own orgasm to riddle me with ecstasy
“Yeeeees, Daddy, I’m coming while you’re coming,” I declared for all the witnesses watching my incest submission to hear.
Mom kept pressure on my clit as an intense orgasm continued to shudder through me.
When Daddy finally pulled out, a couple of minutes later, Mom ordered, as she moved out from underneath me, “Come and get Mommy off, my baby girl.”
“Yes, Mistress Mommy,” I obeyed, as I turned around and buried myself between her legs.
“Amber and Candi, get over here and suck my titties,” Mom demanded, as I began licking the cunt I once came out of.
“That’s it, baby, lick Mommy’s cunt,” Mom moaned, as I lapped eagerly at her wet pussy.
I licked her for a few minutes, my head spinning as my orgasm had subsided and the true reality of my new life emerged out of the sexual fog I had been under.
I couldn’t believe how my life had completely been altered in just under three hours.
I had submitted to a series of firsts and according to the rather full agenda they had for me the next few days…this was only the beginning.
As Mommy came on my face, the thought of all that was expected of me in my new role as a submissive in the Order of Syndom had my cunt tingling again.
I lifted my head up and asked, “Does anyone want to fuck the bride-to-be?”
The End…for now…