Family Conspiracy- Chapter 5: Marci’s Surprise

Family Conspiracy- Chapter 5: Marci’s Surprise

“She’s yours to do with as you please”, Brittany said, just as our daughter returned. Her blonde hair was damp from the shower, appearing darker. Her skin still glistened in the light, her body looking shiny around each of her curve, as if she had oiled herself. And there were no sign of any tan lines, the whole of her skin a faint bronze, from her smooth mound, to her growing breasts. Brittany seemed to take a few moments to look over the sultry teenage girl. “But I may have to borrow her from time to time”, I could hear the lust in her voice as she stared at our daughter.

Marci strolled into the room, her hips swaying with each slow step she took, granting me ample time for my eyes to explore her nubile body. She stood before me, smiled, then sunk to her knees. She stayed upright, not resting on her heels. Her hands grabbed her wrists behind her back. After the initial smile, her head bowed, her gaze focused on the floor at my feet.

“She’s been training for nearly a year”, Brittany started, “all to serve you faithfully as your submissive slut”. I could hear something akin to disappointment in her voice, as if she didn’t want to let me have Marci. She rose from the chair, taking the few steps to our daughter. She used a hand to lift her face, before kissing her again. Their lips parted, and she came to sit beside me on the couch. “Slut”, she barked at the young girl on her knees, “Tell your new Master every rule you learned”.

“This cunt is to always obey her Master or Mistress, no matter what she is told to do, or where she is told to do it”, she spoke as if reciting them from memorized list. “This cunt does not own this body, and cannot use it for her own pleasure. Only her Master or Mistress can grant me pleasure. This cunt must never play with her asshole, giving my Master that virginity”.

“There are more rules”, Brittany whispered quietly in my ear, even as Marci continued with her list, speaking of what posture to hold while being submissive, what clothes to she should wear, how she must always keep her cunt shaved. “And of course, you can change any of them to suit your desires”, she licked my ear playfully.

“Basically, your daughter had become your slut, a perfect sexual slave, for you to do with as you please. Her time with Beth- you know the Texan at the bookstore- trained her mouth to suck cock. The story she had just told you of her first glory-hole experience was true, for the most part. It was the first time she had seen or sucked a cock, but the circumstances were a little different: She wasn’t drugged-up on ecstasy, she was there for a job interview”, Brittany elaborated on Marci’s story.

“Where does that leave us”, I asked, wondering what my wife had in store. I knew I wasn’t in trouble any more, but all this new information was a bit of an overload. Essentially, she told me that our daughter was going to be my willing sex-slave.

“Honey, all I can do is beg forgiveness for not bringing Marci to you sooner”, she smiled. “Well, that’s not entirely true”, her voice seemed to trail off, becoming softer. “To make amends for keeping her to myself for a nearly a year, I’m giving you a week to have me as your submissive slut too. From dominating Marci, I’ve tasted the sensual pleasure that being a slave can bring. And I want to experience them too. I want to be told what to do, and who to do it with”. With her proclamation, she rose from the couch, stepped beside Marci, and knelt before me. While on her knees, they were both nearly the same height, as they held identical postures, their chests heaving in excitement, their arms behind her back. “This cunt is to always obey her Master, no matter what she is told to do, or where she is told to do it”, Brittany said, mimicking our daughter’s statement from earlier, before lowering her head to stare at the ground at my feet.

I sat on the couch, my mind reeling. My wife and daughter were kneeling in a submissive pose, eager to do whatever I desired of them. It had been a very interesting night, to say the least. I looked over to the brandy I had poured at the start of the night, still half full in the glass. I decided that this was not what I had planned: This was much better.

“Face each other”, I said, reaching over to take the glass off the table. The two girls turned, still on their knees, still facing the floor. “Kiss sluts”, I instructed them, taking a sip of the brandy. They did not hesitate, as their faces looked up, and leaned forward, their lips reaching out for each others. I saw the passion as mother’s lips met daughter’s. They were not pretending, only going through the motions, they were both very much in love. It occurred to me that they probably having shared tender moments such as this hundreds of times before. By now, they’re erotic display had had a profound effect of my cock, as its eight inches stood erect.

I stood, and step between them, my rigid cock inches from their faces as their lips continued to caress, glistening with each other’s saliva. I angled my cock downward, and took one more step forward. My cock slipped easily between their moistened lips, but did not slow their passion down. I could feel the warmth of their tongues caressing up and down the length of my shaft, trying to keep their efforts in unison. I placed a hand on each of my slut’s heads, controlling their efforts as both mouths endeavored to please me. I began thrusting my hips, holding my slut’s heads steady, using their lips and skilled tongues to bring me closer to climax. But I had no intention of wasting my cum across their faces. This was only an appetizer to the debase things I had in store.

I violently pulled my cock from between their lips, watching as their lips quickly closed the distance, locking to each other once again. I sat down on the edge of the couch and leaned backwards. I still watched the mother/ daughter passion at my feet, feeling the heat radiating off of their bodies as they continued with the last task I ordered. Their breast rubbed together seductively, nipples circling each others. “Marci, have you really been saving your anal virginity for me”, I asked. I was fairly sure about the answer, but I wanted to hear her tell me.

She spoke through the kisses she shared with her mother, “Yes daddy. My whole body, including my tight ass, belongs only to you. I haven’t even had a finger there”, she stated, almost proud of the accomplishment.

“Marci, lean your chest on my legs, press your tits around daddy’s cock, and spread your legs on either side of my legs. Then look down, and take my cock into your mouth, get it nice and wet”, I ordered, as I watched saw the two instantly stop kissing. My daughter stayed on her knees, but moved towards me, and bent over, her arms still secure behind her back. I could feel the heat radiating from her young body, and as her chest came to a rest against my legs, and I could nearly feel the excitement of her heartbeat. “Now reach back, and pull you cheeks apart”, I watched as she let go of her own arms, and they slid down her back to pull her ass apart.