The wedding party was in full swing. Marion, my bride, was being fucked by her father John, while his other son in law was tongue fucking his ass.
I was exploring the pain thresholds of my new mother in law while she sucked one son and was being fucked by another. Terry had already dumped his load in my wife's mouth and was sitting recovering and having a drink with his sister Pauline. A pretty standard wedding party eh?
Handing JJ the spoon to continue the assault on his mother's tits, I climbed off the table resumed my seat where I could watch Marion as her father pumped his cock into her to the hilt and filled her with his cum. Marion was coated in sweat, her make-up, so carefully applied that morning, was running down the side of her face.
"Having a good time baby?" She asked me.
"I've been to worse weddings." I laughed back at her. "This is some family you have."
A frown crossed her beautiful face, "It's not creeping you out is it? You said you wanted this."
I leaned in and kissed her, I could smell Terry's cum drying on her face.
"Relax baby, I just wish you had told me sooner."
I tensed as Pauline stood beside me, I thought her a bitch from hell and liked her least of my new family.
"You freaking out yet?"
"No, just enjoying watching."
She just raised her eyebrows and looked down the table.
"Look, I am sorry about that night. In the car, you know."
"It's ok. Don't worry about it, water under the bridge and all that."
"No it was not ok. Come on, I want to talk to you."
She grabbed my arm and brought me into the garden, I took the seat where a few short weeks ago I had waited for John. The night air was cool and fresh and for a moment all was quiet, the only noise the rustle of the trees enclosing the garden.
"I am a class A bitch, I know I am, but the best thing about me is that I love my family. Not only that kind of loving," she nodded her head towards the house, "but I will do everything in my power to protect them." She held up her hand to stop me interrupting. "Marion may be my big sister, but she has always been a bit naive. John Marshall's reaction to this, tore her apart. It took her a long time to get over him. You do the same to her," she grabbed my balls and squeezed, hard, "and I will cut these off."
The pain burst in my head and my temper flared, I slapped her hand away and grabbed her crotch through the soft leather.
"And you touch my cock again without an invitation and I'll weld this closed."
She laughed. "We understand each other then."
"Completely."
My balls throbbed but my temper was dying as quickly as it had risen, she was just trying to protect her family. I could respect that. As she headed back to the door, I called after her.
"What is it with you, the whole leather thing, Sam in a collar and being such a fucking bitch?"
She stopped and turned, "It is hard not to bring work home with me sometimes." She looked towards the house for a moment and then came back to the seats.
"Hi Tom, I am Pasha, professional Dominatrix." I shook her outstretched hand.
"Your face is a picture bro." She paused and seemed to make a decision. "Dad has always liked a little pain with his sex." I nodded as she continued: "When he tried to break me we discovered I was more like him than Mom or Marion. I like to give pain and sure as hell not receive it."
She paused again letting her words sink in.
"Go on."
