Daughter 's Slut training
( An Incestuous Harem Story )
Chapter fourteen : mama 's Naughty Punishment
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

Note : Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading material this !

Mrs. Umayyah

I used to be a commodity Muslim cleaning lady. A fold wife. A loving female parent. And then this young man, Clint, awakened the slut in me. I shuddered as I stared up at him as my mouth engulfed his putz fresh out of my asshole. It tasted so acidulate. I whimpered, sucking on his dirty quill, cleaning him the way a cyprian would.

I did n't deal 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 master. 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 gut so hard. His cum dribbled out of my sphincter muscle, staining my crack as it ran down to my thick President Bush adorning my cunt. I wiggled in delectation, as much of a cocotte as the four girls being gangbanged out in the other room.

Clint had made me into a jade, and then I made my girl into one. I channeled all those lusts I was feeling into her to try and deny them. But now I reveled in them. I bobbed my straits, slobbering on his gumshoe as he stared down at me, his night eyes so strong, his clenched fist clenching. He sucked in deep breaths.

"That 's it, Jawdat,"purred Vicky, my coworker and Clint 's auntie. And his real sex striver. The busty cleaning lady, her mamilla as big as mine, still glistened with his drying cum. She leaned in."Clean his dick."

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

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

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

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

"I need to eat all the cum I can,"Lee said."My daughter needs to be intimate 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 girl pried apart my butt-cheeks. She bent down and nose between them. She licked across my taint and gathered up Clint 's cum before reaching my throbbing sphincter.

She swirled her lingua around my puckered kettle of fish. I shuddered, sucking so hard on Clint 's dick. My tongue danced around his shaft in mimic of Lee 's, cleaning off more of my sour musk. That dirty look faded with every moment.

I did n't require it to.

Lee 's fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. Her tongue probed into my bastard. She swirled it around before scooping out her half-brother 's incestuous cum. She dove her lingua over and over into my gut, teasing me, driving me to revere her brother 's, her Master 's, dick.

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

Karim would detest me. I was supposed to be his perfect wife, to never shaft on him. I was supposed to love and obey him. But did I do it him ? I thought I did, but I had no guiltiness over what I was doing. My lusts ruled me.

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

I moaned so loudly about Clint 's gumshoe, shuddering as Lee probed her tongue as thick into my asshole 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 pussy dripped with succus. Lee 's probing mixed with the hot thrill of cleaning Clint 's shaft had an orgasm building inside of me. Hot delight rippled out of my whoreson, warming my cunt. I squirmed, my clit aching and pounding. Juices dripped down my thighs.

"brand 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 gumshoe. The tang of my acidulate musk had almost faded, but his salty precum coated my tongue. I swirled it around the tip of his cock, gathering more than while making his powerful chest shudder.

He grabbed my hairsbreadth, grunting and fucking his cock into my mouth. I gasped as his peter hit the spinal column of my throat and kept going. I swallowed him. His calamus slid down my pharynx. I felt like such a whore as my lips pressed into his George Walker Bush. His cock was so mysterious in me.

"Fuck !"Clint groaned, his face twisting.

His hammer pulsed. I breathed in his salty musk, his pubic hair tickling my nozzle and lips while his cum pumped directly into my belly. The jizz warmed through my depths. I shuddered, my arsehole clenching about Lee 's probing lingua as Clint used me as a cum-bucket, a hole to pump his spunk into.

As nothing more than the whore I was.

My coming exploded through me. My cunt convulsed. Juices squirted down my thighs. I moaned about his dick as it kept firing cum into my tummy. He groaned and grunted as his pleasure surged through him.

"That 's it,"Vicky moaned."That 's how you become a just slave. Just letting your overlord use you, slut."

I whimpered and trembled. adept burst before my eye. I wiggled my hips, Lee 's tongue still squirming through my spasming bowels, sending new wavelet of high temperature through my physical structure while I drowned in my whorish lust.

I loved it. Being a adulteress. A whore.

I stared up at Clint as he grunted a final time, satisfaction crossing his face. I gave him pleasure, and he made me cum.

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Leyla Umayyah

"That was so lots fun !"Kimmy said as the shower sprayed across her body, washing off the cum that had dried in silvery streaks and dribbles across her petite body. She ducked her blonde hair beneath it, rubbing at the cum matting her Robert Floyd Curl Jr. together.

"Yeah,"Izzy nodded on the early side, scrubbing her big tits, a smile on the red-header 's lips.

"God, I kept cumming and cumming,"Kendra said, her ebony body glistening as she wiggled her fanny into the nebulizer, her fingerbreadth sliding through her crack, washing the son'spunk out of her shit."Thanks for showing us what it 's like to be a adulteress, Leyla."

"Yeah,"I said, my emotions boiling. I had enjoyed it. Until I caught my mother cheating on dada. She was a loose woman, just like me. But a tie slut. I had n't given myself to a man, promised to be only his, and then fucked others behind her dorsum. I was mostly okay with her fucking my chum, at to the lowest degree they were family. But Clint, James Earl Carter Jr., Pete, and who knew how many other of her male students ?

No wonderment she knew how to take aim me as a jade ! I should have realized it. But I was so caught up in my own emotions, at first scared about experiencing all these new delights, and then so thrilled to be able to love them, reveling in my whorish demeanor that I had n't even thought about it.

pappa had to have sex about Mom.

"Leyla ?"Kimmy said, giving me a frown. She bit her lower lip, her couplet flashing."Is something ... ?"

"Yes, something is faulty !"I snapped, my hands scrubbing my dark-skinned pap clean of all the boy'cum. I wanted to just be buzzing right now. I had been gangbanged. So many son had fucked me. And my coming ...

So many marvellous orgasms.

And my slut-mother had to ruin it !

"My mother is a cheating bawd !"I growled.

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

"So did I."My manpower clenched.

"fountainhead, I mean, I like your brother."My blonde booster shivered."A lot. And ... he does n't take care that I 'm a slut."

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

"Why should your mother be faithful ?"Izzy asked."I mean, your dad fucks you. You 're bringing Kimmy nursing home so he can make love her, too."

I shuddered in delight."I am. He 's such a honest athletic supporter. He deserves some young pussy."

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

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

"That is so fucked up,"Izzy said."You have penury, 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 amiss if us girls do it. Either it 's all right on, or it 's all wrong."

"wellspring ..."I frowned then stir my mind."You just do n't understand. She 's his wife ! She 's cheating on him behind his spine !"

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

"She sent me to his bed !"I gave Izzy a hard look."She was there the first-class honours degree time he fucked me. She told him he could jazz Kimmy. But she never mentioned anything to Dad about fucking my brothers, and she ..."My oculus widened."Oh, my god, she was fucking someone else all conclusion night. Maybe Clint ? Or another of her scholarly person ! That 's why she 's wearing the like dress as yesterday. She did n't go abode and shtup Daddy which meant ..."

"What ?"Kimmy asked me.

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

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

I glared at my friend. Izzy nodded her headspring. I whipped around to look at Kimmy, my smuggled hair swaying wet behind her."Do you conceive she 's amazing for being a whore ?"

"Well ..."Kimmy bit her lip."I mean, I had sex with Daddy last Nox, and he was cheating on my mom. That was wrongly, but ... I liked it. And ... I do n't want to stop."

"It 's because you 're all American young woman. You just do n't understand. You 're all harlot anyways !"

"Yeah, being Muslim made you and your mother sooooo dissimilar from us,"Izzy said before slapping off her rain shower."You really think you 're bettor than us ? You had your brothers fuck you before fifty dollar bill or sixty guys. Then you went and fucked a beneficial half of those. Yep, just a bastion of ethical motive you are. Showing us slutty American girls how horrible we are."

I flushed."I 'm not advantageously than you. I did n't mean that. But my female parent should be. She married him. She swore her oaths to be faithful and supportive. She should have talked to Daddy about it or something. She should n't have cheated on him !"I smacked my exhibitioner off, the warm pee cutting off to a few dripping."And I 'm going to order 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 looking entered her eyes as she turned off the rain shower."I 'll be there for you, Leyla."

I smiled at the support in Kimmy 's eyes. Then I hugged her, pressing her pocket-size titty into my wet, turn chest. I think she would hold a slap-up sister. I really hoped things kept working out between her and my brother.

"I think I know where your mother was last nighttime, Leyla."

I swallowed, took a deep breath, and asked where.

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Mrs. Umayyah

The guilt brushed my inwardness when I walked into the house with Kimmy, Leyla, and Jalal trailing behind me. My hubby, Karim, walked into the entrance hall from the living way, staring at me with dingy middle. I could still experience the warmth of Clint 's cum in my abdomen, my bunghole still aching from his difficult thrusts. My married man had no idea I was such a whore.

"How was the slumber company ?"Karim asked.

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

He gripped her ass with his strong, manly hands. I shivered. He had Clint 's strength, squeezing Leyla 's rump like he owned her as he pulled her tight against him. She melted against his satisfying form, moaning like a piddling hussy. My pussy 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 least I did n't sustain to worry about my daughter. She would n't say my husband about last nighttime. I 'd already win over her not to tell him at all about being a cyprian. I could count on her delicacy. And tomorrow ... Tomorrow the pair of us would have so much fun with Principal Carver. He paid so a lot money to make love us both. I could n't wait, my pussy getting so juicy.

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

Anger surged through me. My baby boy needed to be protected from that beguiling, blond tramp. Kimmy looked so clean-handed, with her bantam build and ice, but she had such a wanton kitty. She 'd just been gangbanged by half her college.

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

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

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

My twat clenched."Yes, right now. You can play with the slight whore later. In fact, your sister promised your father a risque dainty. 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 hand a power play and broke away, heading to Leyla and my husband.

My son opened his mouth to object but then swallowed it as I stalked to him in my garb, my titty bouncing in it. I had no underwear on underneath. Behind me, Kimmy joined my husband and daughter, nuzzling her"guiltless"expression into the incestuous kiss.

Karim groaned in delight with two barely legal adulteress to enjoy.

I took my son 's deal and led him like a pup upstairs. I felt his eyes on my swaying ass. He ached for his mother so badly. He was such a lenify boy, my sister. I would afford him everything he needed. If he needed a hot puss or sucking mouth to savor, I would provide for him. He did n't want that hussy.

"What do you want 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 to the floor as my fingers went to the release of my frock. He stared at me with such hunger, rubbing his workforce on his thighs. He was a slender boy, not broad-shouldered like his beginner or older pal. It made me just want to smother him in maternal love.

"Kimmy,"I said, exposing more and more of my large, dusky bosom with every button 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 fornicatress,"I said, baring my tits to my son. I wiggled my hips as I shrugged out of the sleeves. The dark, conservative dress fell down my shank. It held there for a mo, but my sways worked it over my curve ball. It fluttered down my thigh, baring my black Dubya to my son, and landed in a puddle on the floor."She 's a sporting lady. You saw her getting fucked by all those son. How very much she loved it."

"Yeah,"he groaned, his mitt squeezing his prick."She looked so ... so beautiful. A goddess being worshiped. She had such joy in her eyes as she took their dicks."

"Joy ?"I said."She was a whore ! You ca n't give your heart to a whore."I moved forward. Below, my husband let out a raving mad moan of Passion.

I could only imagine the naughty things that lilliputian working girl and my daughter were getting up to. Leyla and Kimmy would disquiet my husband for hour, giving me plenteousness of metre to love my child boy.

I put my handwriting over his covering his crotch, squeezing his fingers into his extrusion. His early manus seized my breast, squeezing it with such a nerve. He may be shy, but he could get hold of what he wanted when aroused.

Like he has my anal retentive virginity.

"You deserve better,"I purred, my other hand sliding beneath his shirt, caressing his slender trunk. He had such a lean look about him. I rose higher, making him shudder, his hand clenching hard on my tit."You deserve a woman who is pure. Fuck Kimmy all you want, but do n't have a go at it her. If you need a adult female to love, your momma is here for you."

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

I flinched at that.

"She 's so wanton and gamy. She enjoys it. She puts her heart into being a slut while looking just so innocent."He squeezed his cock beneath my hand."Mom, she 's pose to check. Did n't you see her ? Her blonde tomentum dancing about her face as she took all those dicks. They filled her. And when I slid into her cum-filled cunt, I enjoyed her whorish behavior ... I came so unvoiced in her, Mom. Like I do with you."

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

"Why not ? You 're one. I love you, Mom."His finger found my tit. He pinched and rolled it, sending shudders through me."You 're amazing, Mom. You convinced Leyla to be a prostitute. 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 work out this trouble. I stroked my son, staring into his eyes, and said,"No, no, you have to—"

The bedroom doorway crashed open.

I whirled around, my hand squeezing down on my son 's dick, and found my naked hubby clutching Leyla 's headphone in his hand. His swarthy, muscular consistence bulged with fury. His smuggled beard bristled like a dense bramble of thorns. And his eyes ... His eyes burned with rage.

I flinched back.

"What is this, Jawdat !"he growled, his eyes falling on my hand gripping my son 's prick 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, cleaning woman ?"

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

Leyla.

She stood in the doorway with Kimmy, both adulteress naked. A ... fill smirk glinted on my girl 's lip. Did she desire to supervene upon me ? Did she require her father 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 phone around so I could see her filmdom. He tapped it

A telecasting played.

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

My daughter had been so shocked 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 cheat on my husband, and then she caught me with Faizel. But I had convinced her that I was n't a loose woman. That I was just doing things to help oneself out my sons, or to help oneself her to be a slut. I knew I made her understand why I was doing such wanton thing. I even had my story for tomorrow all figured out. How I would"reluctantly"agree to roll in the hay head sculptor with Leyla just to let her save being a whore.

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

"Clearly !"Leyla said."Since I was so unavailable for Faizel to use when I caught you. I mean, I had nothing better to do but watch you two fuck !"

I flushed and looked at my husband. I could economise this. I had to."Karim, I was just—"

"Taking care of my son ?"he demanded. Then swiped the sound a few clock time."And what about this ?"

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

"Oh, no,"I groaned.

It was taken only an 60 minutes ago. There I was, on my hands and genu, as Clint fucked my ass. You could discover me begging him to plow me, calling him"Master."My husband 's facial expression turned into a raging conflagration. 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 fury in Karim 's grip. The plastic case groaned as his fingers clenched around it.

"You ! Were ! His ! Slave !"

"I—"

"You let him fuck your ass ! You sucked his shaft clean ! You never did that for me ! For your husband ! But you could be your scholar 's tart ? His striver !"

"It 's just—"

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

"I—"

He yanked me out of the room, pulling so hard. Pain flared at the roots of my hair. I bent over, my huge knocker swaying before me as I stumble bonkers him. He marched forward with all the power of a bowlder crashing down a pitcher's mound, aught capable of stopping him.

split burned in my oculus. My spousal relationship was all over. But it was n't fair. I was just satiating my luxuria like he did with our daughter. I was having fun, like him. What was really so wrong 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 married man, what are—"

"Husband !"he roared as he hauled me down the stairs, his every step booming."Husband ! After you called that boy original you dare shout me husband !"His hand twisted, twining my hairsbreadth around his clenched fist, and yanked me cheeseparing to him. I gasped, almost falling down the step as I hurried after him. He reached the landing, hauled me to the living elbow room, my son, girl, and Kimmy following."Are you that much of a cunt to telephone me hubby after you whored yourself out to your pupil !"

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

"Just a whore !"my husband growled."A foul woman of the street. You are my married woman no longer !"

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

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

"hard worker ?"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 whore at your college ! And you wo n't be my slave."

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

Into his slaves.

My slit grew juicy even as I trembled in fear. My husband reached his recliner. He sank down naked, his rooster thrusting thick and hard from his wiry pubic hair. He was as cling as Clint and my eldest son. Jalal was only a little smaller than them. I did n't jib Karim 's strength as he hauled me over his lap, my titty pressing against the armrest, my legs hanging over the other side. I felt his tool twitching against my stomach, his precum smearing on my flesh.

"You want me to be your ... slave ?"I asked, trembling.

"lack ?"he growled."I purchased your whore body 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 hesitation, groaned,"You own my physical structure, Master ! I 'm your slave-wife !"

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

His hand rose and up and then smacked down so hard on my butt-cheek. A cracking slap, thundering like a lightning bolt, echoed through the keep room. Pain roared through me. Agony exploded across my fanny. I gasped out, my kitty-cat clenching at the strength of my punishment. My ass burned. Tears stung my eyes, rained down my face. I sucked in breather against the agony.

shot !

His second reverse fell on my other butt-cheek. I spasmed so hard across his lap. My head lifted up. I screamed out in pain as my husband, my Master, disciplined me. He was right. I was such a fancy woman. A slut. I let all those other men, even my son, use what belonged to him. I swore to be his fold wife on our union day.

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

"You only fuck the men I allow !"

scissure !

"Yes, Master !"I screamed as the pain twisted through my body, swirling about my lusts, making my pussy even juicier as the hurt gap into my cunt.

scissure !

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

"I 'll only jazz men when you allow it, my master !"I screamed out, squirming on him, my snatch growing so hot. As the pain in the neck increased, so did my orgasm physique."I promise to Allah and his courier !"

quip !

"I 'm your lady of pleasure, my Master !"I moaned."This time ... This time I wo n't break my oath to you !"

gap !

"Filthy !"he snarled.

fling !

"cheat !"

cracking !

"cunt !"

"I am, my Master !"I moaned, rent falling down my facial expression."I 'm disgusting ! You should thump me !"

There was one difference between us : I gave him permit to be intimate our daughter. I never gave him the same option to consecrate my affaire. I just acted on my lusts. I violated our marriage to satiate my own snatch behind his back. I was such a trollop. A sporting lady. I needed to be controlled. Just like Leyla did. Or I would get laid everyone. I would just disperse my thigh and let any man enter me.

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

"I am a filthy, cheating sporting lady, my passkey !"My ass burned so a good deal."Punish me !"

CRACK !

I welcomed the pain. Every merry 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 husband proved how strong he was made me shudder.

He could master me the way Clint did his Aunt Vicky and his half-sister Lee. My hubby could moderate my lecherousness, transmit them. He would aim me. He would tell me which men to fuck and how. I could let him make all the decisions.

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

crack !

"I 'm your slattern, my schoolmaster !"I groaned, his pecker throbbing so hard against my belly.

CRACK !

Such agony blazed through me. The crying poured down my facial expression. My husband and Master reinforced his command over me with every smack of his full handwriting. He proved himself inviolable enough to own my body. To punish me for being a whore.

CRACK !

I could experience my daughter and son watching my discipline, witnessing their Father controlling my slutty body. Kimmy knelt before Jalal, her mouth wrapped about his hammer, bobbing her drumhead. Would Jalal birth the strength to master Kimmy, to establish her his slut and control her whorish twat ? He would n't abandon her.

He needed to teach from his don. See how a man treated his slut.

His center burned as he watched. He absorbed what his father was doing. I moaned louder, shuddering, being that object example for my baby boy. He wanted a woman just like his mother, and he needed to see how one acted. I shuddered, loving the delight rippling across his face as his hips thrust forward, fucking his pecker in and out of Kimmy 's mouth.

The blonde slut moaned her wanton passion as she pleased my babe boy.

Then I noticed Leyla observation, fingering her shaved cunt. She rubbed her digits up and down her juicy pussy, getting off on watching my punishment. She was right to tell her male parent. I needed this. Maybe ... Maybe I was so reckless, fucking so many guys, so my husband would find out what I was.

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

offer !

Or maybe I just liked being a slave, and needed to force back him to arrogate me. He had. He seized me, took command of my passions.

CRACK !

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

fissure !

"My Master !"I howled."I 'll be yours ! I 'll do whatever you want ! I 'll fuck you right now. I can sense how often you need to use me."

"You want me to use your filthy, cheating cunt ?"he demanded."Why would I when I have our daughter 's hot, tight puss to delight me ? I might never fuck you again. I might just lock up you into a coop to keep you from letting you use that filthy puss. I 'll make you learn as your daughter enjoys my hammer nighttime and day."

My centre widened. I wanted to rise, to shout, but ... But ... He sounded so strong. I had to submit to him. Even if he never let me cum again. My mania would just establish and build in me, driving me wild until I became a filthy animal masturbating in a Cage, rubbing my twat against the parallel bars, just so desperate for satisfaction.

"Yes, my master !"I moaned."You have to fuck our daughter 's hardly legal slit. You have to finger that tight pussy about your dick ! She 's better than me."I shuddered at saying those words. Leyla was respectable than me. She was honest with her Fatherhood about fucking former guys. She did n't try to blot out it.

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

I deserved my punishment.

CRACK !

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

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

"Watch our girl carry your lieu. On my turncock. In our bed. I 'll make her my married woman and you ... You 'll just be our slave. Our whore."

"And what about former guys, pappa ?"Leyla asked."I ... I like being fucked by quite a little of men. I love you, Daddy, I do. I would truly hold dear being your woman. Your married woman. 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 shore on his lap, straddling him. She kissed him so hard, her ass wiggling right before my face, her pussy shaved and gleaming with her juices. My cunt was just as wet. I wanted to cum so badly.

I quivered as I listened to her buss my husband. He was her husband now, too, her Daddy-husband. It was so wrong, so out. I shuddered. My hands clenched my thigh to resist shoving between my second joint and rub my snatch. My ass burned. I could n't sit down. I had to kneel and determine my sea captain fuck our daughter.

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Leyla Umayyah

Such joy shuddered through me. I was all Daddy 's now. He would be my fancy man now. Mom had tried to be that, but he would do such a beneficial job whoring me out. For one, he would n't want to bonk my clients as lots as I did.

Dad broke our kiss. I shuddered, leaning back, my round tits quivering. Already, I missed his face fungus scratching at my cheeks.

Then I squealed in delight as he lifted me up, his hand gripping my waistline, and turned me around. He dropped me on his lap, his prick nudging at my ass. I faced my kneeling mother, her face stained with teardrop, her dark center smoldering with passionateness. Her titty quivered, her teat hard, and pussy succus stained her toned second joint, dribbling from her whore-cunt.

I could have become her. If I never had my loose woman preparation, I would give married a skilful, Muslim man, like my brother Jalal, and one day, I would have cheated on him like she did. My whorish lusts would have consumed me. I would get violated my vows over and over.

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

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

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

I gasped as daddy lifted my coxa with his strong hands, his dick sliding along my butt until it nudged at my pussy. Mom grabbed his ray, holding it steady against my cunt 's entrance. All my thoughts fled my mind as daddy slammed me down his dick.

His incestuous cock filled me.

"Kimmy !"groaned Jalal, flooding my acquaintance 's oral cavity with his cum as I watched.

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

"I will, Mother,"I moaned.

"Yes !"papa grunted.

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

delight spilled through my consistence. My pussy savored his prick sliding in and out of me. The silky friction sent pleasure washing through my body. My middle fluttered. I let out such wanton whine. It felt so amazing being filled by Daddy 's cock.

He pumped me up and down his prick faster and faster. My eye rolled back as I swiveled my hips from side-to-side. Such unadulterated rapture consumed me. It was amazing. I groaned and whimpered. My hips swiveled, stirring dad 's dick through my cunt.

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

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

He slammed me flying and faster on his pecker while Mom trembled before me. She stared with such hunger at my kitty-cat. She licked her rim, quivering in joy. Her men rubbed at her thighs, fingers digging into her bod. She wanted to eat me.

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

"Can Mother bat my clitoris, dad ?"I moaned."Can your naughty slave turn over me Thomas More joy, pappa ?"

"Yes !"he growled."You listen our daughter, slave ! Please her !"

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

Her forefront leaned forward. Her black hair spilled over my thigh. And then her tongue flicked at my clit. She brushed it, the nub thrusting out of my crimp, as Daddy worked my cunt faster and faster up and down his dick.

pleasance shuddered through me. Mom 's tongue sparked rapture through my cunt. It rained like glowing embers from a detonated pyrotechnic, tightening my snatch on papa 's dick. I whimpered, trembling as he pumped me up and down his cock, working me so hard.

Her tongue fluttered. It swirled. Her brim even sucked.

The pleasure surged through me. My pussy grew hotter. My orgasm swelled, my parents driving me wild. My slut-body drank in the delight of Daddy 's cock and Mommy 's natural language. My back arched, rubbing into dad 's chest. His beard scratched at my neck opening and proper shoulder.

"pa !"I squealed."I 'm going to cum on your dick !"

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

He slammed me so hard down his dick, impaling me on the broad girth of his pecker. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as my snatch clenched down so hard on his dick. My body bucked. My legs spasmed out before me.

My kitty-cat convulsed.

I came.

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

"papa ! Mommy !"I howled, sharing in the joy of their new relationship.

Mom nipped my clit.

My pussy convulsed so hard around Daddy 's rooster, massaging it. I wanted his cum flooding my eubstance. I wanted to get word him grunt in exaltation. I squirmed against him, rubbing my back on his strong chest as he gripped my hips.

"pop ! Cum in me !"

"Not yet, my fiddling flower !"he growled."Just let me love your snap writhing about my dick."

"Writhing so hard !"I whimpered."Oh, mammy, save sucking on my clit and ... Yes !"

I squealed out so loud as another orgasm injection through me. My leg spasmed out alongside Mom. My pussy convulsed so operose on papa 's gumshoe. My cunt milked him, aching for his cum to spirt into my depths. To dedicate me that incestuous treat I craved so badly.

Instead, dada hauled me completely off his cock. I gasped, my pussy suddenly so vacuous. I did n't have anything in me. I felt so empty. I whimpered in need until I felt his shaft moving. Mom, still sucking on my button, stared up at me as she guided his dick to my arsehole. She knew what her married man and master copy wanted from me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass, papa !"I howled.

"My piffling prime !"he snarled and slammed my bowels down his dick.

My sphincter stretched and stretched with ease. I had enough boy fuck my asshole during the gangbang, keeping me liberal enough to take his pussy-lubed prick. I groaned as my butt-cheeks smacked into his crotch.

Mom 's backtalk nuzzled into my pussy.

I squealed, my prick clenching on Daddy 's hammer, as Mom feasted on my slit. pop fucked my bowels up and down his pecker. The velvety friction now sent warmth wafting through my nethers, meeting the pleasure Mom churned in my cunt.

The strumpet devoured me with such hunger. Her eyes were glassy with delight as she tasted my cunt. She nuzzled through my folds, licking and fluttering her natural language, teasing me. I squirmed and moaned, another orgasm already construction in me as Daddy plundered my mother fucker over and over.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, my eyes rolling back into my headland. maven danced across my imaginativeness."Eat my twat, jade !"

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

"Ooh, Mrs. Umayyah, clobber your daughter 's yummy cunt ! I love Leyla 's pussy."

The front door opened and closed. The last extremity of our family walked into the living way. Faizel grinned at the sight. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his dusky thorax. He had daddy 's powerful body, but lacked that sexy, manly beard.

"red cent, 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 side by side gangbang !"

"Yes !"grunted Daddy.

He slammed my asshole down his cock. I took him to the hilt again. My bowels clenched about his tool. Velvety heat burned through my nethers, heating my snatch. More of my succus poured into Mom 's mouth as Daddy grunted.

"My picayune flower !"

His cum pumped into my son of a bitch. I groaned in pleasure, a third climax bursting through me. My pussy spasmed so intemperately. My juices squirted out of my cunt right into Mom 's hungry mouth. I drenched her look while dada filled my bowels with his spunk.

It was so wonderful to part this joy with my parents. To be pappa 's new slut-wife and use my Mommy-slave with him. I groaned and gasped, my middle rolling back into my foreland as the rapture surged through me.

Our family 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 dick. Her ass plopped off his gumshoe with a wet pop strait. The short slut let out a wicked groan. Cum leaked out, a drop splattering right on my mouth 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 husband and maestro 's cock, an oily lambency coating it, a mix of her puss succus and anal musk. I could smell her emollient mixed with that bitter tang of ass.

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

I licked his cock, tasting the mix of my daughter 's flavors on it. I let out such a wanton moan, wiggling my hips. My ass burned. My cunt dripped. I grabbed my husband 's thighs to keep from frigging myself. I whimpered in utter need as I stared up at him, begging as I cleaned his prick of tangy and rancid juices.

"Faizel, you can use your slave-mother 's pussy 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 check 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 nates, squeezing my spanked butt-cheeks.

"He did !"I moaned as pain in the neck stroke 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 unvoiced feel as I kept licking his father 's softening dick. I fluttered up to my passkey 's crown, swirling around it, then locked my lips about it. I sucked hard, drawing out a bead 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 dick twitching in my hand while Faizel whipped my ass with his cock. The meaty thwacks sent pain chill through me, my pussy clenching, aching for my son to occupy my whore-pussy. I would be his all night.

Wonderful.

In the screen background, 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 squawk in heat."

"Fuck your female parent 's cunt, then,"my husband and Master groaned, his peter growing hard now in my sucking mouth. He shifted on the chair, looking as stiff and handsome as the day I swore to be his faithful wife.

This time, I would be his congregation slave.

I moaned about his shaft as Faizel rammed into my cunt. My whorish slit clenched down so hard on it. Then pain knifed through me. His genitals smacked my burning cocksucker. Every clock time he buried into me, he would remind me of my punishment.

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

My husband and Master.

I sucked so gruelling on his dick. My tits rubbed against the chairperson as I bobbed my mouth. Karim 's tool reached its full cinch in a min, joy crossing his byssus face. He groaned as I sucked as hard as I could, bobbing my sass, inspired by our son 's hard thrusts.

"Jalal !"Kimmy moaned in the desktop. A secondly rhythmical slap of flesh-on-flesh echoed through the bread and butter room.

"Fuck your slut so hard while she eats my ass, little sidekick !"Leyla squealed.

I shuddered, my pelvis squirming around my son 's large cock spearing into my cunt 's profundity. I savored our new menage dynamic. I bobbed my sass so fast, sucking on my husband and Master 's shaft the way I always should have. I should have been his sporting lady from our wedding night. I should have used my body in every way to delight him.

I would now. If he ever let me have sex him, I would give him all the joy I could.

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

I sucked so heavily on his dick, cleaning off more of our girl 's musk, that mix of tangy and acetify turpitude. My puss squeezed down so hard on Faizel 's thrusting dick. The detrition burned through me, meeting the pain flaring over and over in my ass.

They mixed and swirled in me, feeding on each other. I squeezed my oculus shut and squealed my raptus about my hubby and passe-partout 's cock. My pussy exploded. My orgasm raged through me. My cunt convulsed on Faizel 's dick.

"Fuck, yes, Dad, the prostitute 's cumming !"my son groaned.

"good,"Karim growled, grabbing my hair and bobbing my head on his putz."Please my son 's prick, slave. make him cum in that pussy. The cunt that brought him into this world."

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

"diddlysquat !"Faizel groaned, his thrust causing wafture after moving ridge of incestuous transport to flood through my body. asterisk danced across my vision.

My climax intensified.

My son rammed his dick so fast into my cunt. I screamed my pleasure around his father 's peter. I sucked so hard at it as Faizel buried into me. My firstborn son filled my convulsing snap with his hard cock.

"You 're such a slut, Mom !"

His cum fired into me.

"call for it, whore ! film it all !"

"Yes !"my husband and maestro growled, driving my straits down his dick.

His cock brushed the back of my throat. I swallowed him the same way I did Clint. I shuddered as his dick filled my throat. With a grunt, my hubby 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 of cum in his balls."Shit, Mom !"

I pleased my son and my master. I trembled in enraptured delight. I had a new place in the humanity. I had transcended being a hussy and become a slave. It made my body quiver even more. As my climax peaked, I knew my husband and headmaster 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 slut. I needed to be controlled, or I would just fuck anything I could.

My hubby and Master grunted a final examination time, the last good time of cum spurted into my belly. He hauled my backtalk off his putz, staring into my eyes. twaddle dribbled down my chin as I sucked in a deep breath.

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

"Yes, my Master."I held null back.

To be concluded ...