1. Bride Submission: A Big Surprise


    Date: 1/28/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Coercion, Group Sex, Incest, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    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 ...
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