1. A Pair of Bridal Sluts (Camp Slut Series- Chapter 10)


    Date: 5/13/2016, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bi-sexual, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Female exhibitionist, Group Sex, Humiliation, Incest, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, Older Male / Female, Reluctance, Romance, Slavery, Wife, Author: Nightside, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    little kid. I put a finger under his chin, raising his gaze to meet mine. “Do you want me to collar you, Michael? Would you like to be one of my ‘brides’ today?” I asked softly. I could see the answer in his eyes before the smile broke his lips. He nodded and whispered, “yes, Master. Very much so.” I pulled him close, holding him. “Then you need to go get ready.” We laughed as I pushed him toward Felicia. The look of relief on both of the Jeffries’ faces was obvious. Arnold motioned for me to continue following him as the “girls” walked back down the hall. “I truly am sorry, David. I thought it was understood from the beginning. I am glad, though, that it will be working out properly. Your family seemed rather surprised by it, as well.” What the fuck? I stopped again. “My family? What family? Gail and Michael are my family.” Arnold took my arm and gently but firmly led me down the hall to a waiting room. “I contacted your parents and siblings and invited them. They all accepted and are here, though I am not sure why your mother chose to. We explained what was to happen to them. She seemed rather put out by the entire affair, but insisted on coming anyway.” “Probably to keep an eye on Dad and the girls. Dallas and Mack can be a bit strong willed,” I laughed weakly. Arnold sighed. “Well, they are here. I am, again, sorry if this has caused things to be awkward for you. It was not our intent.” I shook my head and chuckled. “It’s fine. It will let me ‘come out’ to them about all ...
    of this anyway. If they can’t handle it, they’ll leave and I won’t have to deal with it.” Mr. Jeffries smiled. “That’s the spirit. On with the show!” It seemed like hours later that I was standing in a room laid out like a chapel, complete with pews, in front of the officiant. And close to a hundred people, all naked. Steve and Tim stood next to me, Elizabeth and the other bridesmaids stood across the aisle from us, and we all were looking toward the back of the room, waiting. My mother was in the front row, wearing some long, loose, flowy robe thing. It certainly did nothing to hide anything, but it made her feel clothed, so it worked, I guess. Dad was wearing a matching poet shirt and what I guess what would be called Bahama pants. His head was on a swivel, the grin on his face and the tenting of his pants clear indicators of what he thought of the spectacle. Mom, however, stared straight at me, looking very much like she had just sucked on a lemon. Strangely, I don’t remember her expression changing much over the years. My two sisters- Dallas, 23, and Mackenzie, 20- and my brother- James, 19- all stood at Mom’s side. I was surprised to see them all au natural. The girls smiled nervously, trying not to stare at all the man-meat in the room while they whispered their ratings to each other. James was his father’s son, obviously enjoying the scenery- all of the scenery, it would seem, as he let his leer linger over our sisters as much as every other woman in the room. I took ...
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