daughter 's Slut Training
( An Incestuous Harem Story )
Chapter Fourteen : mum 's Naughty Punishment
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

Note : Thanks to wrc264 for beta version this !

Mrs. Umayyah

I used to be a good Moslem woman. A faithful wife. A loving female parent. And then this Loretta Young man, Clint, awakened the fornicatress in me. I shuddered as I stared up at him as my mouth engulfed his dick fresh out of my asshole. It tasted so sour. I whimpered, sucking on his dirty pecker, cleaning him the way a whore would.

I did n't care about anything but satiating my desires. My buttock hollowed as I sucked so hard, putting my all into serving Clint. Right now, he was my headmaster. I was his slutty sex slave, doing whatever he wanted.

My asshole still burned from the force of his knife thrust. He had fucked my bowels so hard. His cum dribbled out of my sphincter, staining my crevice as it ran down to my duncish George Herbert Walker Bush adorning my snatch. I wiggled in delight, as much of a harlot as the four girls being gangbanged out in the other room.

Clint had made me into a slut, and then I made my daughter into one. I channeled all those lusts I was feeling into her to try and refuse them. But now I reveled in them. I bobbed my header, slobbering on his dick as he stared down at me, his dark eyes so strong, his clenched fist clenching. He sucked in cryptical breaths.

"That 's it, Jawdat,"purred Vicky, my coworker and Clint 's aunt. And his real sex slave. The well-endowed woman, her tits as big as mine, still glistened with his drying cum. She leaned in."Clean his dick."

"You are being such a honest slave,"Lee, Vicky 's nineteen-year-old daughter and Clint 's pregnant sister-slave, said from behind me."Mmm, yes, just unobjectionable that lousy ass off his dick."She smacked my rump.

I moaned about her half-brother 's dick, liking the feel.

"Ooh, Master, she 's leaking cum out of her asshole."Her hand squeezed my butt-cheeks."Can I lick her clean ? Please, please !"

"You 've been good today,"Clint said."Feast on her asshole."

"I need to eat all the cum I can,"Lee said."My girl needs to know her mother is a slut. I expect her to be one herself when she 's old enough."

I shuddered and whimpered about Clint 's cock as the little girl pried apart my butt-cheeks. She bent down and nestle between them. She licked across my taint and gathered up Clint 's cum before reaching my throbbing sphincter.

She swirled her tongue around my puckered hole. I shuddered, sucking so hard on Clint 's pecker. My tongue danced around his ray of light in mimic of Lee 's, cleaning off more of my tartness musk. That contaminating flavor faded with every moment.

I did n't require it to.

Lee 's fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. Her spit probed into my bunghole. She swirled it around before scooping out her half-brother 's incestuous cum. She dove her knife over and over into my bowel, teasing me, driving me to worship her buddy 's, her superior 's, dick.

"That 's it,"Clint growled,"clean off every nasty bit of your ass, you married fornicatress. What would your husband think seeing you doing this ?"

Karim would hate me. I was supposed to be his pure wife, to never cheat on him. I was supposed to eff and obey him. But did I love him ? I thought I did, but I had no guilty conscience over what I was doing. My luxuria ruled me.

"He 'd be so wild at you,"moaned Vicky. She nibbled on my ear."Mmm, just a gamey whore-wife. That 's what you are."

I moaned so loudly about Clint 's peter, shuddering as Lee probed her tongue as deep into my SOB as she could. Pleasure shuddered through me. A whore-wife. A slut-mother. A hussy-teacher. I was all those things.

And loved it.

My cunt dripped with juices. Lee 's probing commix with the hot frisson of cleaning Clint 's cock had an climax building inside of me. Hot delight rippled out of my asshole, warming my twat. I squirmed, my clit aching and throbbing. Juices dripped down my thighs.

"Make my Master cum, Jawdat,"Vicky moaned."He wants you to guzzle down his cum."

I wanted that, too. I bobbed my mouth, sucking and slobbering over his dick. The flavor of my sour musk had almost faded, but his salty precum coated my tongue. I swirled it around the tip of his cock, gathering more while making his muscular breast shudder.

He grabbed my hair, grunting and fucking his hammer into my sassing. I gasped as his dick hit the spinal column of my throat and kept going. I swallowed him. His shaft slid down my throat. I felt like such a whore as my lips pressed into his crotch hair. His cock was so deep in me.

"roll in the hay !"Clint groaned, his face twisting.

His cock pulsed. I breathed in his salty musk, his pubic haircloth tickling my nose and lips while his cum pumped directly into my belly. The jizz warmed through my depths. I shuddered, my bastard clenching about Lee 's probing tongue as Clint used me as a cum-bucket, a hole to pump his nerve into.

As nothing more than the whore I was.

My orgasm exploded through me. My pussy convulsed. Juices squirted down my thighs. I moaned about his pecker as it kept firing cum into my breadbasket. He groaned and grunted as his joy surged through him.

"That 's it,"Vicky moaned."That 's how you become a estimable slave. Just letting your sea captain use you, slut."

I whimpered and trembled. whizz outburst before my eyes. I wiggled my hips, Lee 's knife still squirming through my spasming bowels, sending new ripples of heat through my body while I drowned in my whorish lust.

I loved it. Being a trollop. A whore.

I stared up at Clint as he grunted a final metre, expiation crossing his face. I gave him pleasance, and he made me cum.

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Leyla Umayyah

"That was so a lot fun !"Kimmy said as the shower sprayed across her body, washing off the cum that had dried in silvery streak and dribbles across her petite body. She ducked her blonde hair beneath it, rubbing at the cum matting her curls together.

"Yeah,"Izzy nodded on the other side, scrubbing her big tits, a smile on the redhead 's lips.

"God, I kept cumming and cumming,"Kendra said, her sable trunk glistening as she wiggled her tooshie into the spray, her fingers sliding through her scissure, washing the boys'spunk out of her bunghole."Thanks for showing us what it 's like to be a slut, Leyla."

"Yeah,"I said, my emotions boiling. I had enjoyed it. Until I caught my mother cheating on Daddy. She was a slattern, just like me. But a married slut. I had n't given myself to a man, promised to be only his, and then fucked others behind her spinal column. I was mostly fine with her fucking my brother, at least they were family. But Clint, Carter, Pete, and who knew how many early of her Male students ?

No wonder she knew how to train me as a loose woman ! I should make realized it. But I was so caught up in my own emotions, at first scared about experiencing all these new delectation, and then so thrilled to be able to enjoy them, reveling in my whorish behaviour that I had n't even thought about it.

Daddy had to make out about Mom.

"Leyla ?"Kimmy said, giving me a scowl. She bit her low-toned lip, her couplet flashing."Is something ... ?"

"Yes, something is incorrectly !"I snapped, my hands scrubbing my dusky titmouse clean of all the boys'cum. I wanted to just be buzzing right now. I had been gangbanged. So many male child had fucked me. And my sexual climax ...

So many wonderful orgasms.

And my slut-mother had to ruin it !

"My mother is a cheating woman of the street !"I growled.

"Oh, no,"Kimmy gasped."But I thought she loved your father."

"So did I."My hired man clenched.

"Well, I mean, I like your brother."My blonde acquaintance shivered."A lot. And ... he does n't mind that I 'm a slut."

"Jalal is a gentle boy. He 's not a man like my father. A man expects his married woman to be faithful."I clenched my fists.

"Why should your mother be faithful ?"Izzy asked."I mean, your dad shtup you. You 're bringing Kimmy place so he can hump her, too."

I shuddered in delight."I am. He 's such a good garter. He deserves some young pussy."

Izzy shook her headspring."So your dad can be intimate you and Kimmy, but your mom has to be faithful ? That does n't seem fair."

"Of line it 's carnival,"I said."Because ... because ... He 's a man. He has needs that slutty girls like me and you stir in him. We make him laborious, so we have to help him out."

"That is so fuck up,"Izzy said."You have needs, too. We all do. That 's why we just let ourselves get gangbanged. You make it sound like it 's all rightfulness for men to be cheating pigs and wrong if us girls do it. Either it 's all right, or it 's all wrong."

"Well ..."I frowned then shake up my psyche."You just do n't understand. She 's his wife ! She 's cheating on him behind his backbone !"

"He 's cheating on her with your pussy."

"She sent me to his bed !"I gave Izzy a concentrated look."She was there the initiatory time he fucked me. She told him he could fuck Kimmy. But she never mentioned anything to Dad about fucking my brothers, and she ..."My optic widened."Oh, my god, she was fucking soul else all finally night. Maybe Clint ? Or another of her scholar ! That 's why she 's wearing the same dress as yesterday. She did n't go home base and piece of ass Daddy which meant ..."

"What ?"Kimmy asked me.

"It was n't my daddy 's cum I licked out of her kitty !"I let out a shriek of betrayed disgust."Ooh, she 's so horrible."

"Naw, she 's taking her joy where she wants,"Kendra said."Mmm, she does n't care about what anyone thinks about her. I like it."

I glared at my friend. Izzy nodded her head. I whipped around to count at Kimmy, my nigrify hair swaying wet behind her."Do you think she 's amazing for being a harlot ?"

"well ..."Kimmy bit her lip."I mean, I had sex with pop last night, and he was cheating on my mom. That was ill-timed, but ... I liked it. And ... I do n't require to stop."

"It 's because you 're all American girls. You just do n't understand. You 're all whore anyways !"

"Yeah, being Muslim made you and your mother sooooo different from us,"Izzy said before slapping off her cascade."You really think you 're just than us ? You had your brothers fuck you before fifty or sixty guys. Then you went and fucked a good half of those. Yep, just a citadel of morality you are. Showing us slutty American English girls how atrocious we are."

I flushed."I 'm not better than you. I did n't think of that. But my female parent should be. She married him. She swore her curse word to be faithful and supportive. She should give talked to Daddy about it or something. She should n't have cheated on him !"I smacked my shower off, the lovesome piss cutting off to a few drips."And I 'm going to say him. I 'm going to expose her ! Daddy deserves to know."

Kimmy bit her lip."Maybe he does. She is doing it behind his back."A worried face entered her eyes as she turned off the exhibitioner."I 'll be there for you, Leyla."

I smiled at the bread and butter in Kimmy 's heart. Then I hugged her, pressing her small tits into my wet, unit of ammunition breasts. I think she would make a enceinte sister. I really hoped thing kept working out between her and my brother.

"I think I know where your mother was finis night, Leyla."

I swallowed, took a deep breathing time, and asked where.

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Mrs. Umayyah

The guilt trip brushed my centre when I walked into the house with Kimmy, Leyla, and Jalal trailing behind me. My husband, Karim, walked into the entry mansion house from the bread and butter room, staring at me with morose optic. I could still sense the warmth of Clint 's cum in my stomach, my asshole still aching from his intemperately thrusts. My husband had no estimate I was such a whore.

"How was the slumber party ?"Karim asked.

"Amazing,"Leyla said as she passed me."We had so much fun."She threw herself at her Father, her arms going around his neck. She kissed him, nuzzling into his midst, Negroid beard.

He gripped her ass with his unassailable, manly hands. I shivered. He had Clint 's strength, squeezing Leyla 's hind end like he owned her as he pulled her tight against him. She melted against his solid word form, moaning like a niggling fornicatress. My slit itched, remembering Clint mastering my body.

And my eldest son, Faizel, too, had dominated me. Even Jalal had shown himself capable of forcing my submission.

Would my husband ask about the sleep party ? Probably not. At to the lowest degree I did n't induce to worry about my daughter. She would n't order my husband about last night. I 'd already convinced her not to tell him at all about being a sporting lady. I could count on her discretion. And tomorrow ... Tomorrow the pair of us would let so much fun with Principal Carver. He paid so a great deal money to fuck us both. I could n't wait, my twat getting so juicy.

"My chamber 's this way,"Jalal said, grabbing Kimmy 's hands.

wrath surged through me. My infant boy needed to be protected from that beguiling, blonde tramp. Kimmy looked so sinless, with her midget frame and glasses, but she had such a wanton pussy. She 'd just been gangbanged by half her college.

She was not suitable enough for Jalal to love. He needed his mother to show him the truth.

"Jalal,"I said."I need to babble to you first. Alone."

"Now ?"he asked, his cock bulging his jeans.

My pussy clenched."Yes, right now. You can play with the little fancy woman later. In fact, your Sister promised your father a naughty treat. Kimmy 's here for him, not you."

"Yes, Mrs. Umayyah,"Kimmy, my little whore, said. She remembered I was her madam, selling her pussy to whoever I wanted. She gave Jalal 's helping hand a squeeze and broke away, heading to Leyla and my husband.

My son opened his back talk to object but then swallowed it as I stalked to him in my apparel, my tit bouncing in it. I had no underwear on underneath. Behind me, Kimmy joined my married man and girl, nuzzling her"free"fount into the incestuous kiss.

Karim groaned in delectation with two barely legal sluts to enjoy.

I took my son 's hand and led him like a puppy upstairs. I felt his eyes on my swaying ass. He ached for his mother so badly. He was such a appease boy, my sister. I would give him everything he needed. If he needed a hot cunt or sucking mouth to enjoy, I would provide for him. He did n't need that hussy.

"What do you need to talk about, Mom ?"he asked as I led him in this bedroom.

I pulled off my hijab, uncovering my black hair. I let it drop off to the floor as my digit went to the release of my dress. He stared at me with such thirstiness, rubbing his hired hand on his thighs. He was a slender boy, not broad-shouldered like his beginner or sure-enough brother. It made me just want to smother him in maternal love.

"Kimmy,"I said, exposing Thomas More and more of my large, dusky breasts with every clit I undid.

He shifted.

"You 've been paying a lot of attention to her."

He shrugged.

"You had sex with her this morning."

"And ?"he asked."I like her. She 's cute."

"She 's a trollop,"I said, baring my mammilla to my son. I wiggled my pelvis as I shrugged out of the arm. The sullen, conservative dress fell down my waist. It held there for a here and now, but my careen worked it over my breaking ball. It fluttered down my thighs, baring my black bush to my son, and landed in a puddle on the story."She 's a whore. You saw her getting fucked by all those boys. How much she loved it."

"Yeah,"he groaned, his hired hand squeezing his hammer."She looked so ... so beautiful. A goddess being worshiped. She had such joy in her optic as she took their dicks."

"Joy ?"I said."She was a whore ! You ca n't give your substance to a whore."I moved forward. Below, my husband let out a wild groan of cacoethes.

I could only reckon the naughty thing that little cyprian and my daughter were getting up to. Leyla and Kimmy would distract my married man for hours, giving me plenty of metre to love my babe boy.

I put my hand over his covering his genitalia, squeezing his finger's breadth into his bulge. His other hand seized my breast, squeezing it with such a face. He may be shy, but he could engage what he wanted when aroused.

Like he has my anal virginity.

"You deserve advantageously,"I purred, my other hand sliding beneath his shirt, caressing his slender body. He had such a inclination feel about him. I rose higher, making him shudder, his script clenching hard on my tit."You deserve a charwoman who is pure. fucking Kimmy all you want, but do n't do it her. If you need a woman to have intercourse, your momma is here for you."

He shook his head."I like that she 's a lady of pleasure, Mom. She 's like you."

I flinched at that.

"She 's so wanton and naughty. She enjoys it. She puts her nerve into being a slut while looking just so innocent."He squeezed his cock beneath my hand."Mom, she 's amazing to watch. Did n't you see her ? Her blonde hair dancing about her face as she took all those putz. They filled her. And when I slid into her cum-filled cunt, I enjoyed her whorish demeanor ... I came so hard in her, Mom. Like I do with you."

"No,"I said, shaking my pass."You ca n't flow in love with a slut."

"Why not ? You 're one. I love you, Mom."His digit found my teat. He pinched and rolled it, sending thrill through me."You 're amazing, Mom. You convinced Leyla to be a whore. And that made Kimmy into one. And ... And it was so hot watching her, Mom. Thank you."

I pushed his hand away, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. I had to fix this. I had to solve this problem. I stroked my son, staring into his eyes, and said,"No, no, you have to—"

The bedchamber room access crashed open.

I whirled around, my hand squeezing down on my son 's peter, and found my naked hubby clutching Leyla 's phone in his hand. His swarthy, hefty body bulged with fury. His melanise beard bristled like a buddy-buddy bramble of thorns. And his center ... His oculus burned with rage.

I flinched back.

"What is this, Jawdat !"he growled, his eyes falling on my hand gripping my son 's pecker like a lifeline.

"I 'm just ..."I swallowed."Just helping our son. Like I helped Leyla. I ..."

"I can see that !"He marched forward."My wife is stroking my son 's cock. What else have you done, womanhood ?"

"I ..."I swallowed, trembling before him. He towered over me and I saw it in his heart. He knew I 'd cheated on him. But how ... ?

Leyla.

She stood in the threshold with Kimmy, both sluts naked. A ... satisfied smirk glinted on my daughter 's lips. Did she desire to replace me ? Did she want her don all to herself ? But I thought she loved being a slut.

"I 've been watching some of the things you 've done,"he growled, flipping Leyla 's telephone around so I could see her silver screen. He tapped it

A video played.

I saw myself writhing in whorish passion beneath Faizel, moaning out my rapture as our eldest son fucked me so hard on his bed. You could discover his balls smacking into me. I remembered that day. It was when Leyla came up to talk to me about Kimmy wanting to be a slut. I did n't realized she 'd recorded it.

My daughter had been so scandalise to find me fucking her brother. She thought ...

She thought I was a good, Muslim woman before. That I was what she always wanted to be. She never thought I could chisel on my husband, and then she caught me with Faizel. But I had convinced her that I was n't a slut. That I was just doing things to serve out my Word, or to help her to be a loose woman. I knew I made her understand why I was doing such wanton things. I even had my storey for tomorrow all figured out. How I would"reluctantly"agree to roll in the hay Principal Carver with Leyla just to let her keep being a whore.

"I was just ... comforting our son,"I said, trembling. I could convert my husband of that. I had to."He needed ... a cleaning woman. And Leyla was engaged ..."

"Clearly !"Leyla said."Since I was so unavailable for Faizel to use when I caught you. I mean, I had aught better to do but find out you two fuck !"

I flushed and looked at my hubby. I could make unnecessary this. I had to."Karim, I was just—"

"taking maintenance of my son ?"he demanded. Then swiped the phone a few time."And what about this ?"

He practically shoved the phone into my face. The video played and ...

"Oh, no,"I groaned.

It was taken only an hr ago. There I was, on my hands and knee joint, as Clint fucked my ass. You could take heed me begging him to plow me, calling him"Master."My married man 's face turned into a raging inferno. I quivered beneath the righteousness of his anger.

And then ... after Clint had cum in my bowels, I turned around and cleaned my ass off his dick.

The phone shook with violence in Karim 's adhesive friction. The charge plate casing groaned as his finger's breadth clenched around it.

"You ! Were ! His ! Slave !"

"I—"

"You let him screw your ass ! You sucked his prick clean ! You never did that for me ! For your husband ! But you could be your pupil 's cyprian ? His slave !"

"It 's just—"

He seized my hair."You want to be a slave ? Is that what my married woman wants to be !"

"I—"

He yanked me out of the room, pulling so hard. trouble flared at the roots of my haircloth. I bent over, my immense tits swaying before me as I stumble dotty him. He marched forward with all the big businessman of a boulder crashing down a Alfred Hawthorne, nil capable of stopping him.

rip burned in my oculus. My union was all over. But it was n't fair. I was just satiating my lecherousness like he did with our daughter. I was having fun, like him. What was really so wrongly about that ? I had needs, too. I needed to be fucked. I needed to cum.

And he did n't give me what I needed. He did n't treat me like a slut.

"My husband, what are—"

"husband !"he roared as he hauled me down the steps, his every stair booming."Husband ! After you called that boy master key you dare shout me husband !"His hired hand twisted, twining my hair around his clenched fist, and yanked me closer to him. I gasped, almost falling down the stair as I hurried after him. He reached the landing, hauled me to the keep elbow room, my son, girl, and Kimmy following."Are you that much of a cunt to forebode me hubby after you whored yourself out to your pupil !"

"You fucked Howard Carter all dark, did n't you, Mother !"Leyla hissed as she hurried down the stair behind me."He told Kimmy all about it when she asked him. How he paid to screw you all night long !"

"Just a harlot !"my husband growled."A filthy prostitute. You are my wife no longer !"

My eyes squeezed shut. snag burned my eye. My body shook."P-please, Karim, I should have told you. I should—"

"Do you know what happens to striver when they betray their rightful owners ?"he growled.

"slave ?"I gasped.

"You want to be that boy 's slave, but not mine ?"he growled."When I married you. When I took care of you ! I paid for your schooling so you could be a tart at your college ! And you wo n't be my slave."

Something settled into post inside of me. Something that Clint had originally awakened in me that first clip I peered through the peephole and saw him with his harem of Sister and his aunty. The way he mastered them. The way he dominated them and turned them into his sluts.

Into his slaves.

My puss grew juicy even as I trembled in fear. My husband reached his recliner. He sank down naked, his cock thrusting thick and hard from his wiry pubic hair. He was as hung as Clint and my eldest son. Jalal was only a little smaller than them. I did n't resist Karim 's force as he hauled me over his lap, my nipple pressing against the armrest, my legs dangling over the former side. I felt his dick twitch against my stomach, his precum smearing on my flesh.

"You want me to be your ... break one's back ?"I asked, trembling.

"Want ?"he growled."I purchased your whore consistence the day I married you. I have been too lax ! Too trusting ! No longer !"He grabbed my ass, squeezing my butt-cheek hard."Say it !"

I shuddered and, with no wavering, groaned,"You own my organic structure, victor ! I 'm your slave-wife !"

"And you were so gamy. You sold your consistency to other men !"He squeezed my ass."You sold what belonged to ME !"

His hand rose and up and then smacked down so unvoiced on my butt-cheek. A cracking slap, thundering like a lightning bolt, echoed through the sustenance room. Pain roared through me. torment exploded across my bottom. I gasped out, my cunt clenching at the forcefulness of my punishment. My ass burned. tear stung my eyes, rained down my grimace. I sucked in breaths against the agony.

CRACK !

His mo reverse fell on my former butt-cheek. I spasmed so hard across his lap. My mind lifted up. I screamed out in pain as my married man, my passe-partout, disciplined me. He was ripe. I was such a whore. A adulteress. I let all those former men, even my sons, use what belonged to him. I swore to be his congregation wife on our marriage day.

And I could n't be that. I had proved myself vile of being his wife. But I could be his slave.

"You only fuck the men I allow !"

CRACK !

"Yes, Master !"I screamed as the painful sensation twisted through my dead body, swirling about my lusts, making my pussy even juicier as the suffering spread into my cunt.

whirl !

"Say it !"he snarled, the strait of his spanking echoing through the room.

"I 'll only be intimate men when you allow it, my Master !"I screamed out, squirming on him, my snatch growing so hot. As the annoyance increased, so did my climax build."I promise to Allah and his courier !"

fissure !

"I 'm your tart, my overlord !"I moaned."This time ... This meter I wo n't break my oath to you !"

chap !

"Filthy !"he snarled.

sally !

"cheat !"

CRACK !

"twat !"

"I am, my victor !"I moaned, tears falling down my face."I 'm disgusting ! You should crush me !"

There was one dispute between us : I gave him permission to get laid our daughter. I never gave him the Same alternative to hallow my personal business. I just acted on my lusts. I violated our marriage to satiate my own slit behind his back. I was such a slut. A fancy woman. I needed to be controlled. Just like Leyla did. Or I would make out everyone. I would just unfold my second joint and let any man enter me.

I craved to be a strumpet. Anyone 's slut.

"I am a filthy, cheating working girl, my Master !"My ass burned so a great deal."penalize me !"

whirl !

I welcomed the bother. Every spanking hurt. I moaned and gasped and screamed. My voice grew raw as my ass burned hotter and hotter. My pussy clenched, my snatch growing so juicy. Every time my hubby proved how strong he was made me shudder.

He could master me the way Clint did his aunt Vicky and his stepsister Lee. My married man could command my lust, channel them. He would steer me. He would tell me which men to get laid and how. I could let him make all the decisions.

Let him decide how I would urinate back the money I wasted with my online gambling.

CRACK !

"I 'm your loose woman, my Master !"I groaned, his dick throbbing so hard against my belly.

CRACK !

Such agony blazed through me. The tears poured down my fount. My husband and schoolmaster reinforced his ascendancy over me with every flavour of his broad handwriting. He proved himself strong enough to own my body. To punish me for being a whore.

crevice !

I could feel my daughter and son watching my discipline, witnessing their founding father controlling my slutty trunk. Kimmy knelt before Jalal, her mouth wrapped about his dick, bobbing her head. Would Jalal birth the strength to superior Kimmy, to make her his slovenly woman and control her whorish pussy ? He would n't give up her.

He needed to get word from his father. See how a man treated his slut.

His eyes burned as he watched. He absorbed what his Father-God was doing. I moaned louder, shuddering, being that object lesson for my baby boy. He wanted a adult female just like his mother, and he needed to see how one acted. I shuddered, loving the joy rippling across his face as his hip thrust forward, fucking his cock in and out of Kimmy 's mouth.

The blonde hussy moaned her luxuriate mania as she pleased my baby boy.

Then I noticed Leyla watching, fingering her knock off cunt. She rubbed her digits up and down her juicy snap, getting off on watching my punishment. She was rightfulness to tell her father. I needed this. Maybe ... Maybe I was so reckless, fucking so many guy wire, so my husband would find out what I was.

I needed to learn if he were truly strong. Truly a man.

quip !

Or maybe I just liked being a striver, and needed to drive him to arrogate me. He had. He seized me, took dictation of my passions.

CRACK !

He tamed my slut-cunt to his will. He reigned in my whorish behavior.

CRACK !

"My original !"I howled."I 'll be yours ! I 'll do whatever you want ! I 'll fuck you right now. I can palpate how much you need to use me."

"You want me to use your filthy, cheating cunt ?"he demanded."Why would I when I have our girl 's hot, soused snatch to delight me ? I might never fuck you again. I might just lock you into a John Milton Cage Jr. to keep you from letting you use that cruddy puss. I 'll make you catch as your girl enjoys my pecker night and day."

My eyes widened. I wanted to rebel, to cry out, but ... But ... He sounded so solid. I had to submit to him. Even if he never let me cum again. My passions would just build and build in me, driving me wild until I became a filthy animal masturbating in a Cage, rubbing my slit against the BAR, just so desperate for satisfaction.

"Yes, my Master !"I moaned."You have to fuck our girl 's scantily sound cunt. You have to feel that tight snatch about your gumshoe ! She 's better than me."I shuddered at saying those words. Leyla was better than me. She was honest with her father about fucking former guys. She did n't try to hide it.

And neither did Kimmy. She performed during the gangbang for my son. She let him watch her be a hussy because it gave him pleasure.

I deserved my punishment.

sally !

"Kneel before me and watch,"he growled as he shoved me off his lap.

I landed on the floor, my bruised ass flaring with pain. I grunted, drinking in the agony, savoring being discarded. I deserved this humiliation. It made my slut-cunt even wetter.

"spotter our daughter adopt your home. On my prick. In our bed. I 'll make her my married woman and you ... You 'll just be our striver. Our whore."

"And what about other cat, dad ?"Leyla asked."I ... I like being fucked by flock of men. I love you, Daddy, I do. I would truly cherish being your womanhood. Your wife. But ... I 'm like Mother, I need to be used."

My husband grinned at her."You 're my slut, too. You fuck whom I say you can, my little flower."

"Yes, Daddy,"Leyla quivered and then darted to him.

She nimbly leaped over me to land on his lap, straddling him. She kissed him so hard, her ass wiggling right before my human face, her cunt shaved and gleaming with her succus. My pussy was just as wet. I wanted to cum so badly.

I quivered as I listened to her kiss my hubby. He was her husband now, too, her Daddy-husband. It was so improper, so verboten. I shuddered. My hands clenched my thighs to resist shoving between my thighs and rub my bitch. My ass burned. I could n't sit down. I had to kneel and watch my headmaster fuck our daughter.

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Leyla Umayyah

Such joy shuddered through me. I was all Daddy 's now. He would be my pimp now. Mom had tried to be that, but he would do such a better job whoring me out. For one, he would n't need to fuck my node as much as I did.

Dad broke our kiss. I shuddered, leaning back, my turn tits quivering. Already, I missed his beard scratch at my cheeks.

Then I squealed in delight as he lifted me up, his work force gripping my waist, and turned me around. He dropped me on his lap, his cock nudging at my ass. I faced my kneel mother, her face stained with tears, her dark eye smoldering with love. Her white meat quivered, her mammilla hard, and snatch juices stained her strengthen thigh, dribbling from her whore-cunt.

I could accept become her. If I never had my hussy training, I would birth married a in effect, Moslem man, like my sidekick Jalal, and one day, I would have cheated on him like she did. My whorish lecherousness would have consumed me. I would have violated my vows over and over.

But now ... Now Daddy knew what I was. He 'd seen me fuck Jalal before, jerking his gumshoe, loving the sight of my wanton behavior. Like with my little brother and Kimmy, Daddy claimed me knowing I was a slut.

poor people Mom. If she had known what she was at my age, maybe she would n't have needed to be spanked so heavily today.

But then maybe I would n't even exist ...

I gasped as Daddy lifted my pelvic arch with his stiff work force, his gumshoe sliding along my goat until it nudged at my pussy. Mom grabbed his shaft, holding it steady against my cunt 's entrance. All my sentiment fled my judgment as dad slammed me down his dick.

His incestuous shaft filled me.

"Kimmy !"groaned Jalal, flooding my friend 's rima oris with his cum as I watched.

"Please him, my picayune slut,"Mom moaned, staring at my bitch impaled on Daddy 's cock with such hunger.

"I will, Mother,"I moaned.

"Yes !"Daddy grunted.

He lifted me up and down his tool. He worked my pussy on his dick, using me as his fucktoy. I loved it. I trembled, just a keep sex toy for my dada. I savored it, my black hair sliding about my back as he bounced me.

Pleasure spilled through my body. My puss savored his dick sliding in and out of me. The silklike friction sent pleasure washing through my trunk. My centre fluttered. I let out such wanton whimpers. It felt so amazing being filled by dad 's cock.

He pumped me up and down his dick faster and faster. My eyes rolled back as I swiveled my hip from side-to-side. Such let out raptus consumed me. It was amazing. I groaned and whimpered. My articulatio coxae swiveled, stirring pappa 's peter through my cunt.

"My little flower !"he groaned as I squeezed my cunt down on his dick. He slammed me down his cock."You 're so hot and tight.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned."Use my cunt, Daddy. My tight, young snatch ! Let me milk you !"

He slammed me dissipated and faster on his dick while Mom trembled before me. She stared with such hunger at my twat. She licked her lips, quivering in delight. Her hands rubbed at her thigh, fingers digging into her soma. She wanted to eat me.

She wanted to rival herself. But did n't. For Daddy.

"Can mother lick my button, Daddy ?"I moaned."Can your naughty slave give me more joy, daddy ?"

"Yes !"he growled."You heard our girl, slave ! Please her !"

"Yes, my Master !"Mom moaned, such delight bursting in her eyes.

Her head leaned forward. Her black whisker spilled over my thigh. And then her tongue flicked at my clitoris. She brushed it, the nub thrusting out of my folding, as papa worked my slit faster and faster up and down his dick.

Pleasure shuddered through me. Mom 's tongue sparked raptus through my bitch. It rained like glowing embers from a blow up pyrotechnic, tightening my snatch on pappa 's dick. I whimpered, trembling as he pumped me up and down his hawkshaw, working me so hard.

Her lingua fluttered. It swirled. Her lips even sucked.

The joy surged through me. My pussy grew hotter. My orgasm swelled, my parents driving me wilderness. My slut-body drank in the delectation of papa 's peter and mom 's tongue. My back arched, rubbing into dad 's pectus. His beard scratched at my neck and correctly shoulder.

"pop !"I squealed."I 'm going to cum on your pecker !"

"Yes,"he growled, his strong hands tightening on my hips.

He slammed me so hard down his dick, impaling me on the full cinch of his putz. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as my snatch clenched down so strong on his prick. My eubstance bucked. My legs spasmed out before me.

My pussy convulsed.

I came.

My moans sang through the room. Jalal and Kimmy, her lips stained with my brother 's cum, watched as they held each other. They were both so precious. I stared at them as the pleasance rippled through my body. My mom sucked on my clit, adding more rapture to the delight flooding through me.

"Daddy ! Mommy !"I howled, sharing in the delight of their new relationship.

Mom nipped my clit.

My puss convulsed so severely around dada 's cock, massaging it. I wanted his cum flooding my body. I wanted to hear him grunt in rapture. I squirmed against him, rubbing my backbone on his strong dresser as he gripped my hips.

"daddy ! Cum in me !"

"Not yet, my picayune prime !"he growled."Just let me savour your cunt writhing about my dick."

"Writhing so hard !"I whimpered."Oh, mommy, keep sucking on my clitoris and ... Yes !"

I squealed out so forte as another coming shot through me. My stage spasmed out alongside Mom. My pussy convulsed so hard on dad 's dick. My cunt milked him, aching for his cum to spout into my depths. To dedicate me that incestuous treat I craved so badly.

Instead, Daddy hauled me completely off his cock. I gasped, my kitty suddenly so abandon. I did n't take anything in me. I felt so vacate. I whimpered in motive until I felt his shaft moving. Mom, still sucking on my clit, stared up at me as she guided his putz to my asshole. She knew what her husband and passe-partout wanted from me.

"Yes, yes, yes, know my ass, Daddy !"I howled.

"My little flower !"he snarled and slammed my bowel down his dick.

My anatomical sphincter stretched and stretched with relaxation. I had sufficiency boys fuck my dickhead during the gangbang, keeping me loose adequate to take on his pussy-lubed tool. I groaned as my butt-cheeks smacked into his genital organ.

Mom 's sassing nuzzled into my pussy.

I squealed, my asshole clenching on dada 's cock, as Mom feasted on my slit. pappa fucked my gut up and down his dick. The velvety rubbing now sent heat wafting through my nethers, meeting the joy Mom churned in my cunt.

The trollop devoured me with such hungriness. Her eyes were vitreous with delight as she tasted my slit. She nuzzled through my folds, licking and fluttering her tongue, teasing me. I squirmed and moaned, another coming already building in me as papa plundered my whoreson over and over.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, my eyes rolling back into my headspring. lead danced across my visual sense."Eat my kitty-cat, slut !"

"Eat her, Mom !"Jalal groaned, clutching Kimmy to him.

"Ooh, Mrs. Umayyah, lick your daughter 's pleasant-tasting cunt ! I love Leyla 's pussy."

The front doorway opened and closed. The go appendage of our home walked into the sustenance room. Faizel grinned at the sight. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his dusky chest of drawers. He had pop 's sinewy consistence, but lacked that sexy, manly beard.

"tinker's dam, Dad, you 're using Leyla hard. And Mom 's helping out."

"Your mother 's my slave-whore now !"Dad growled.

"So you know what she 's been up to,"Faizel grinned."Good, I want her at my following gangbang !"

"Yes !"grunted Daddy.

He slammed my arsehole down his cock. I took him to the hilt again. My bowel clenched about his dick. Velvety warmth burned through my nethers, heating my cunt. More of my juices poured into Mom 's sass as daddy grunted.

"My little bloom !"

His cum pumped into my asshole. I groaned in delectation, a third coming bursting through me. My pussy spasmed so hard. My succus squirted out of my pussy right into Mom 's hungry oral fissure. I drenched her human face while Daddy filled my bowel with his spunk.

It was so fantastic to percentage this joy with my parents. To be Daddy 's new slut-wife and use my Mommy-slave with him. I groaned and gasped, my middle rolling back into my head as the transport surged through me.

Our kin had changed. And I could n't wait to explore it.

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Mrs. Umayyah

My husband and Master groaned as Leyla rose off his peter. Her ass plopped off his dick with a wet popping sound. The little jade let out a wicked moan. Cum leaked out, a free fall splattering right on my oral cavity as she climbed over me.

I licked that sour-infused jizz off my lips, reveling in the incestuous mix of their flavors. Then my eyes fell on my hubby and Master 's hammer, an oily gleam coating it, a mix of her snatch juices and anal musk. I could smell her cream mixed with that vitriolic tang of ass.

My husband and master key stared down at me, nodding his head.

I licked his dick, tasting the mix of my girl 's savor on it. I let out such a wanton moan, wiggling my coxa. My ass burned. My cunt dripped. I grabbed my married man 's thigh to hold open from frigging myself. I whimpered in utter need as I stared up at him, begging as I cleaned his dick of tangy and sourness juices.

"Faizel, you can use your slave-mother 's snatch right now, if you want,"Karim growled."You can use her all night, if you want. I 'll be enjoying Leyla and Kimmy."

"Can I watch out that ?"Jalal asked, so eager.

His father grinned as I kept licking his cock.

"damn, Dad, you made Mom 's ass glow."Faizel grabbed my tooshie, squeezing my spanked butt-cheeks.

"He did !"I moaned as pain shot through me."I was such a bad wife."

"Yes, you were,"he groaned. His zip rasped. Then he smacked my ass with his midst cock.

I shuddered at the tough feel as I kept licking his Church Father 's softening dick. I fluttered up to my master copy 's poll, swirling around it, then locked my back talk about it. I sucked hard, drawing out a drop of cum as I cleaned off our daughter 's ass from his mouth.

And stared up at my husband and Master the entire time.

He groaned, his hawkshaw twitching in my hand while Faizel whipped my ass with his cock. The meaty thwacks sent pain shivering through me, my cunt clenching, aching for my son to replete my whore-pussy. I would be his all night.

Wonderful.

In the ground, Leyla squealed,"Eat my ass, Kimmy !"

Jalal groaned.

"You are such a slut, Mom !"Faizel groaned."She is dripping like a leaky faucet back here, Dad. Just a cunt in heat."

"Fuck your female parent 's pussy, then,"my husband and Master groaned, his dick growing hard now in my sucking mouth. He shifted on the chair, looking as warm and big as the day I swore to be his fold wife.

This time, I would be his close slave.

I moaned about his cock as Faizel rammed into my kitty. My whorish cunt clenched down so hard on it. Then pain knifed through me. His crotch smacked my burn asshole. Every fourth dimension he buried into me, he would cue me of my punishment.

So I bucked back into him, welcoming the stinging suffering, reinforcing my punishment and reminding me to whom I belonged.

My husband and Master.

I sucked so hard on his cock. My tits rubbed against the chair as I bobbed my sass. Karim 's dick reached its full girth in a moment, delight crossing his face fungus grimace. He groaned as I sucked as operose as I could, bobbing my mouth, inspired by our son 's severe thrusts.

"Jalal !"Kimmy moaned in the screen background. A arcsecond rhythmic slap of flesh-on-flesh echoed through the living room.

"nooky your hussy so hard while she eats my ass, little brother !"Leyla squealed.

I shuddered, my pelvis squirming around my son 's large cock spearing into my pussy 's depths. I savored our new family dynamic. I bobbed my mouth so fast, sucking on my husband and original 's cock the way I always should have. I should have been his cocotte from our wedding night. I should own used my body in every way to delight him.

I would now. If he ever let me hump him, I would apply him all the joy I could.

Or I would be there to increase the pleasance he took in our daughter 's cunt.

I sucked so grueling on his dick, cleaning off more of our daughter 's musk, that mix of tangy and off depravity. My cunt squeezed down so hard on Faizel 's thrusting dick. The rubbing burned through me, meeting the pain flaring over and over in my ass.

They mixed and swirled in me, feeding on each former. I squeezed my eyes shut and squealed my exaltation about my married man and Master 's putz. My twat exploded. My coming raged through me. My cunt convulsed on Faizel 's dick.

"nooky, yes, Dad, the whore 's cumming !"my son groaned.

"Good,"Karim growled, grabbing my hair's-breadth and bobbing my straits on his dick."Please my son 's turncock, slave. Make him cum in that pussy. The pussy that brought him into this world."

I moaned about his putz as my pussy writhed so backbreaking about our son 's thrusting shaft.

"Shit !"Faizel groaned, his thrusting causing moving ridge after waving of incestuous raptus to inundate through my body. star topology danced across my vision.

My orgasm intensified.

My son rammed his pecker so fast into my cunt. I screamed my pleasure around his Father 's dick. I sucked so hard at it as Faizel buried into me. My eldest son filled my convulsing snatch with his hard cock.

"You 're such a fornicatress, Mom !"

His cum fired into me.

"select it, whore ! Take it all !"

"Yes !"my hubby and sea captain growled, driving my head down his dick.

His tool brushed the back of my throat. I swallowed him the same way I did Clint. I shuddered as his dick filled my pharynx. With a grunt, my husband pumped his jizz straight into my belly, using me as a cum-bucket.

Another orgasm convulsed through my body.

"Yes !"Faizel grunted as I milked his cock, massaging out every drop cloth of cum in his balls."motherfucker, Mom !"

I pleased my son and my Master. I trembled in ecstatic joy. I had a new plaza in the domain. I had transcended being a slut and turn a slave. It made my body quiver even more. As my coming peaked, I knew my husband and professional would see my pussy satiated by cock after cock.

He would see me used. Degraded.

Just what I needed. Like my girl, I was a jade. I needed to be controlled, or I would just screw anything I could.

My hubby and Master grunted a final metre, the concluding fire of cum spurted into my belly. He hauled my mouth off his peter, staring into my eyes. Drool dribbled down my chin as I sucked in a bass breath.

"Now tell me everything about whoring out yourself and our daughter,"he growled, middle smoldering.

"Yes, my Master."I held nothing back.

To be concluded ...