Daughter 's Slut Training
( An Incestuous Harem narrative )
Chapter fourteen : Mommy 's Naughty Punishment
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

greenback : Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this !

Mrs. Umayyah

I used to be a good Muslim adult female. A faithful married woman. A loving mother. And then this youthful man, Clint, awakened the slut in me. I shuddered as I stared up at him as my mouth engulfed his dick fresh out of my bunghole. It tasted so dour. I whimpered, sucking on his dirty shaft, cleaning him the way a bawd would.

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

My asshole still burned from the strength of his jabbing. He had fucked my intestine so hard. His cum dribbled out of my sphincter, staining my pass as it ran down to my compact Vannevar Bush adorning my snatch. I wiggled in delight, as often of a bawd as the four female child 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 luxuria I was feeling into her to try and traverse them. But now I reveled in them. I bobbed my header, slobbering on his prick as he stared down at me, his dark eye so unassailable, 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 slave. The bosomy cleaning woman, her tits 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 clean that filthy ass off his dick."She smacked my rump.

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

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

"You 've been just today,"Clint said."fiesta on her asshole."

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

I shuddered and whimpered about Clint 's tool as the little girl pried apart my butt-cheeks. She bent down and draw close 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 shaft. My tongue danced around his irradiation in mimic of Lee 's, cleaning off Thomas More of my sour musk. That dirty spirit faded with every moment.

I did n't want it to.

Lee 's fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. Her spit probed into my arsehole. She swirled it around before scooping out her half-brother 's incestuous cum. She dove her tongue over and over into my bowels, teasing me, driving me to worship her comrade 's, her original 's, dick.

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

Karim would hate me. I was supposed to be his virginal wife, to never chicane on him. I was supposed to have it off and obey him. But did I love him ? I thought I did, but I had no guilt trip over what I was doing. My lusts ruled me.

"He 'd be so angry 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 lingua as deep 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 slit dripped with juice. Lee 's probing mixed with the hot thrill of cleaning Clint 's hammer had an orgasm construction inside of me. Hot delight rippled out of my son of a bitch, warming my cunt. I squirmed, my clitoris aching and throb. 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 hawkshaw. The spirit of my work musk had almost faded, but his salty precum coated my glossa. I swirled it around the tip of his cock, gathering more than while making his muscular breast shudder.

He grabbed my hair, grunting and fucking his cock into my mouth. I gasped as his tool hit the dorsum of my throat and kept going. I swallowed him. His lance slid down my throat. I felt like such a whore as my mouth pressed into his bush. His cock was so deep in me.

"shtup !"Clint groaned, his face twisting.

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

As nothing to a greater extent than the prostitute I was.

My sexual climax exploded through me. My snatch convulsed. succus squirted down my thigh. I moaned about his dick as it kept firing cum into my breadbasket. He groaned and grunted as his delight surged through him.

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

I whimpered and trembled. lead burst before my eyes. I wiggled my hips, Lee 's tongue still squirming through my spasming gut, sending new ripples of rut through my consistency while I drowned in my whorish lust.

I loved it. Being a slut. A whore.

I stared up at Clint as he grunted a final fourth dimension, satisfaction crossing his cheek. I gave him joy, and he made me cum.

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Leyla Umayyah

"That was so lots fun !"Kimmy said as the shower sprayed across her consistence, 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 Curl together.

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

"God, I kept cumming and cumming,"Kendra said, her pitch black soundbox glistening as she wiggled her butt into the spray, her fingers sliding through her crack, washing the boys'spunk out of her asshole."Thanks for showing us what it 's like to be a loose woman, Leyla."

"Yeah,"I said, my emotions boiling. I had enjoyed it. Until I caught my mother cheating on pappa. She was a strumpet, just like me. But a matrimonial slut. I had n't given myself to a man, promised to be only his, and then fucked others behind her back. I was mostly okay with her fucking my Brother, at least they were family. But Clint, Howard Carter, Pete, and who knew how many former of her male students ?

No wonder she knew how to train me as a slut ! I should give birth 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 enjoy them, reveling in my whorish behavior that I had n't even thought about it.

dad had to know about Mom.

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

"Yes, something is wrong !"I snapped, my hands scrubbing my dusky tits clean of all the male child'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 whore !"I growled.

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

"So did I."My hands clenched.

"fountainhead, I mean, I like your brother."My blond booster 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 wife 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 domicile so he can roll in the hay her, too."

I shuddered in joy."I am. He 's such a upright sponsor. He deserves some young pussy."

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

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

"That is so fucked 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 right for men to be cheating slovenly person and wrongly if us girls do it. Either it 's all right, or it 's all wrong."

"well ..."I frowned then escape from my psyche."You just do n't understand. She 's his wife ! She 's cheating on him behind his backrest !"

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

"She sent me to his bed !"I gave Izzy a hard look."She was there the initiative sentence he fucked me. She told him he could get it on Kimmy. But she never mentioned anything to Dad about fucking my brothers, and she ..."My centre widened."Oh, my god, she was fucking someone else all utmost night. Maybe Clint ? Or another of her students ! That 's why she 's wearing the same clothes as yesterday. She did n't go dwelling and fuck Daddy which meant ..."

"What ?"Kimmy asked me.

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

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

I glared at my protagonist. Izzy nodded her head. I whipped around to look at Kimmy, my black hair swaying wet behind her."Do you think she 's amazing for being a whore ?"

"fountainhead ..."Kimmy bit her lip."I mean, I had sex with pop utmost dark, and he was cheating on my mom. That was wrong, but ... I liked it. And ... I do n't want to stop."

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

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

I flushed."I 'm not better than you. I did n't have in mind that. But my mother should be. She married him. She swore her oaths to be faithful and supportive. She should consume talked to Daddy about it or something. She should n't let cheated on him !"I smacked my shower off, the warm water system cutting off to a few dribble."And I 'm going to state him. I 'm going to disclose her ! dada deserves to know."

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

I smiled at the support in Kimmy 's center. Then I hugged her, pressing her little nipple into my wet, round boob. I think she would make a capital sister. I really hoped things kept working out between her and my brother.

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

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

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Mrs. Umayyah

The guiltiness brushed my nerve when I walked into the house with Kimmy, Leyla, and Jalal trailing behind me. My hubby, Karim, walked into the entry hall from the living room, staring at me with colored eyes. I could still feel the warmth of Clint 's cum in my stomach, my bunghole still aching from his hard drive. My husband had no estimation I was such a whore.

"How was the sleep party ?"Karim asked.

"Amazing,"Leyla said as she passed me."We had so a good deal fun."She threw herself at her begetter, her sleeve going around his neck. She kissed him, nuzzling into his thick, black 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 substantial form, moaning like a footling hussy. My snatch 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 political party ? Probably not. At least I did n't have to worry about my daughter. She would n't tell my hubby about lowest night. I 'd already convinced her not to recite him at all about being a cyprian. I could weigh on her discreetness. And tomorrow ... Tomorrow the twain of us would ingest so much fun with head sculptor. He paid so much money to fuck us both. I could n't wait, my pussy getting so juicy.

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

angriness surged through me. My baby boy needed to be protected from that beguiling, blond tramp. Kimmy looked so innocent, with her tiny bod and eyeglasses, but she had such a wanton pussy. She 'd just been gangbanged by half her college.

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

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

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

My pussy clenched."Yes, right now. You can take on with the little prostitute later. In fact, your sis promised your father a racy treat. Kimmy 's here for him, not you."

"Yes, Mrs. Umayyah,"Kimmy, my little whore, said. She remembered I was her madam, selling her kitty-cat to whoever I wanted. She gave Jalal 's hand a hug 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 dress, my breast bouncing in it. I had no underclothing on underneath. Behind me, Kimmy joined my married man and daughter, nuzzling her"innocent"face into the incestuous kiss.

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

I took my son 's helping 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 mollify boy, my baby. I would make him everything he needed. If he needed a hot cunt or sucking sassing to enjoy, I would allow for him. He did n't involve 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 pilus. I let it unload to the floor as my fingers went to the button of my dress. He stared at me with such hunger, rubbing his paw on his thigh. He was a slender boy, not broad-shouldered like his male parent or older brother. It made me just want to smother him in maternal love.

"Kimmy,"I said, exposing Thomas More and more of my great, swart tit 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 loose woman,"I said, baring my tit to my son. I wiggled my hips as I shrugged out of the sleeves. The shadow, conservative dress fell down my waistline. It held there for a consequence, but my tilt worked it over my curves. It fluttered down my thighs, baring my black bush to my son, and landed in a puddle on the floor."She 's a cocotte. You saw her getting fucked by all those son. How a great deal she loved it."

"Yeah,"he groaned, his paw squeezing his cock."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 sporting lady ! You ca n't give your heart to a whore."I moved forward. Below, my hubby let out a unfounded groan of passion.

I could only ideate the naughty things that piffling whore and my girl were getting up to. Leyla and Kimmy would disquiet my hubby for hours, giving me plenty of time to make love my baby boy.

I put my mitt over his covering his privates, squeezing his fingers into his gibbosity. His early hand seized my breast, squeezing it with such a brass. He may be shy, but he could take what he wanted when aroused.

Like he has my anal virginity.

"You deserve better,"I purred, my other helping hand sliding beneath his shirt, caressing his slender body. He had such a lean feel about him. I rose higher, making him shiver, his hand clenching hard on my tit."You deserve a woman who is pure. Fuck Kimmy all you want, but do n't bang her. If you need a woman to love, your momma is here for you."

He shook his headspring."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 heart into being a slut while looking just so innocent."He squeezed his cock beneath my hand."Mom, she 's amazing to follow. Did n't you see her ? Her blonde whisker dancing about her facial expression 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 hard in her, Mom. Like I do with you."

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

"Why not ? You 're one. I love you, Mom."His finger's breadth found my pap. He pinched and rolled it, sending shudders 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 job. I stroked my son, staring into his eyes, and said,"No, no, you have to—"

The bedchamber door crashed open.

I whirled around, my manus squeezing down on my son 's dick, and found my naked husband clutching Leyla 's telephone set in his hand. His swarthy, muscular consistence bulged with craze. His blackamoor beard bristled like a thick bramble of prickle. And his optic ... His centre burned with rage.

I flinched back.

"What is this, Jawdat !"he growled, his eyes falling on my hand gripping my son 's hammer 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 stopcock. 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 doorway with Kimmy, both slovenly woman naked. A ... satisfied smirk glinted on my daughter 's lips. Did she want to supersede me ? Did she desire her founding father all to herself ? But I thought she loved being a slut.

"I 've been watching some of the matter you 've done,"he growled, flipping Leyla 's phone around so I could see her blind. He tapped it

A video played.

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

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

She thought I was a right, Muslim woman before. That I was what she always wanted to be. She never thought I could chicane 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 aid out my son, or to help her to be a adulteress. I knew I made her understand why I was doing such wanton things. I even had my narration for tomorrow all figured out. How I would"reluctantly"agree to get it on principal sum sculptor with Leyla just to let her retain 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 zippo better to do but find out you two fuck !"

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

"pickings care of my son ?"he demanded. Then swiped the phone a few times."And what about this ?"

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

"Oh, no,"I groaned.

It was taken only an hour ago. There I was, on my script and knees, 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 intestine, I turned around and cleaned my ass off his dick.

The sound shook with fury in Karim 's grip. The charge plate casing groaned as his fingerbreadth 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 educatee 's whore ? His hard worker !"

"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. ail flared at the theme of my hairsbreadth. I bent over, my Brobdingnagian titmouse swaying before me as I stumble dafter him. He marched forward with all the magnate of a boulder crashing down a Benny Hill, nothing equal to of stopping him.

split burned in my middle. My marriage ceremony 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 unseasonable about that ? I had pauperism, too. I needed to be fucked. I needed to cum.

And he did n't turn over me what I needed. He did n't regale me like a slut.

"My husband, what are—"

"Husband !"he roared as he hauled me down the step, his every pace booming."hubby ! After you called that boy passe-partout you dare call me hubby !"His hand twisted, twining my pilus around his fist, and yanked me tightlipped to him. I gasped, almost falling down the stairs as I hurried after him. He reached the landing, hauled me to the living elbow room, my son, daughter, and Kimmy following."Are you that much of a cunt to call me husband after you whored yourself out to your student !"

"You fucked Carter all Night, 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 fuck you all Night long !"

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

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

"Do you jazz what happens to slave 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 post inside of me. Something that Clint had originally awakened in me that first off metre I peered through the eyehole and saw him with his harem of sisters and his aunt. The way he mastered them. The way he dominated them and turned them into his sluts.

Into his slaves.

My pussy grew juicy even as I trembled in reverence. 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 piffling smaller than them. I did n't resist Karim 's forcefulness as he hauled me over his lap, my boob pressing against the armrest, my pegleg dangling over the other face. I felt his dick twitching against my stomach, his precum smearing on my flesh.

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

"Want ?"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 eubstance, passkey ! I 'm your slave-wife !"

"And you were so naughty. You sold your trunk to former 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 smack, thundering like a lightning deadbolt, echoed through the living room. botheration roared through me. torture exploded across my rump. I gasped out, my puss clenching at the military capability of my punishment. My ass burned. Tears stung my eyes, rained down my face. I sucked in breathing spell against the agony.

shot !

His second blow fell on my other butt-cheek. I spasmed so surd across his lap. My headway lifted up. I screamed out in pain as my married man, my Master, disciplined me. He was powerful. I was such a woman of the street. A slut. I let all those other men, even my son, use what belonged to him. I swore to be his fold married woman on our wedding day.

And I could n't be that. I had proved myself slimy of being his married woman. But I could be his slave.

"You only fuck the men I allow !"

quip !

"Yes, Master !"I screamed as the pain twisted through my soundbox, swirling about my lusts, making my twat even juicier as the hurt spread into my cunt.

go !

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

"I 'll only fuck men when you allow it, my master key !"I screamed out, squirming on him, my kidnapping growing so hot. As the pain increased, so did my coming build."I promise to Allah and his courier !"

go !

"I 'm your whore, my Master !"I moaned."This meter ... This time I wo n't relegate my curse word to you !"

fracture !

"Filthy !"he snarled.

CRACK !

"cheating !"

cracking !

"cunt !"

"I am, my original !"I moaned, teardrop falling down my nerve."I 'm disgusting ! You should beat me !"

There was one difference between us : I gave him permit to fuck our daughter. I never gave him the Lapplander option to bless my affairs. I just acted on my lusts. I violated our marriage to overeat my own snatch behind his back. I was such a loose woman. A whore. I needed to be controlled. Just like Leyla did. Or I would get laid everyone. I would just spread my second joint and let any man enter me.

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

"I am a filthy, cheating woman of the street, my sea captain !"My ass burned so very much."penalize me !"

fling !

I welcomed the pain. Every spanking harm. I moaned and gasped and screamed. My voice grew raw as my ass burned hotter and hotter. My pussy clenched, my twat growing so juicy. Every clip my married man 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 husband could control my lust, conduct them. He would direct 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 make back the money I wasted with my online gambling.

CRACK !

"I 'm your hussy, my victor !"I groaned, his dick throbbing so hard against my belly.

cracking !

Such torture blazed through me. The tears poured down my face. My married man and master copy reinforced his control over me with every smack of his across-the-board hired hand. He proved himself strong enough to own my body. To punish me for being a whore.

snap !

I could palpate my daughter and son watching my field, witnessing their begetter controlling my slutty body. Kimmy knelt before Jalal, her mouth wrapped about his cock, bobbing her point. Would Jalal stimulate the persuasiveness to master Kimmy, to bring in her his slut and moderate her whorish twat ? He would n't abandon her.

He needed to learn from his Father. See how a man treated his slut.

His eyes burned as he watched. He absorbed what his father was doing. I moaned louder, shuddering, being that object moral for my child boy. He wanted a womanhood just like his mother, and he needed to see how one acted. I shuddered, loving the pleasure rippling across his typeface as his hips thrust forward, fucking his rooster in and out of Kimmy 's mouth.

The blonde jade moaned her wanton passionateness as she pleased my baby boy.

Then I noticed Leyla observance, fingering her shaved twat. She rubbed her digits up and down her juicy snatch, getting off on watching my penalisation. She was right to tell her father. I needed this. Maybe ... Maybe I was so reckless, fucking so many cat, so my husband would feel out what I was.

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

CRACK !

Or maybe I just liked being a hard worker, and needed to tug him to claim me. He had. He seized me, took bidding of my passions.

CRACK !

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

CRACK !

"My superior !"I howled."I 'll be yours ! I 'll do whatever you want ! I 'll eff you right now. I can find 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 daughter 's hot, close snatch to please me ? I might never fuck you again. I might just lock you into a John Milton Cage Jr. to observe you from letting you use that filthy bit. I 'll make you observe as your daughter enjoys my cock night and day."

My center widened. I wanted to rise up, to shout, but ... But ... He sounded so strong. 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 state of nature until I became a filthy animal masturbating in a John Milton Cage Jr., rubbing my cunt against the ginmill, just so despairing for satisfaction.

"Yes, my Master !"I moaned."You have to bang our girl 's scantily legal cunt. You have to feel that taut pussy about your dick ! She 's expert than me."I shuddered at saying those words. Leyla was better than me. She was honest with her Fatherhood about fucking other hombre. 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 strumpet because it gave him pleasure.

I deserved my punishment.

CRACK !

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

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

"Watch our daughter take your lieu. On my shaft. In our bed. I 'll create her my wife and you ... You 'll just be our slave. Our whore."

"And what about other guys, Daddy ?"Leyla asked."I ... I like being fucked by lots of men. I love you, Daddy, I do. I would truly hold dear being your woman. Your wife. But ... I 'm like Mother, I need to be used."

My husband grinned at her."You 're my slattern, too. You fuck whom I say you can, my piffling 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 face, her pussy shaved and gleaming with her juices. My pussy was just as wet. I wanted to cum so badly.

I quivered as I listened to her kiss my married man. He was her husband now, too, her Daddy-husband. It was so wrong, so taboo. I shuddered. My custody clenched my thighs to reject shoving between my thigh and rub my cunt. My ass burned. I could n't sit down. I had to kneel and watch my master 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 desire to fuck my client as much as I did.

Dad broke our kiss. I shuddered, leaning back, my round tits quivering. Already, I missed his whiskers scraping at my cheeks.

Then I squealed in delight as he lifted me up, his men gripping my waist, and turned me around. He dropped me on his lap, his shaft nudging at my ass. I faced my kneeling female parent, her case stained with tears, her dark eyes smoldering with heat. Her knocker quivered, her teat hard, and kitty-cat juice stained her strengthen thighs, dribbling from her whore-cunt.

I could give become her. If I never had my slut training, I would own married a good, Muslim man, like my comrade Jalal, and one day, I would have cheated on him like she did. My whorish lusts would accept consumed me. I would make violated my vows over and over.

But now ... Now pop knew what I was. He 'd seen me lie with Jalal before, jerking his pecker, loving the mint of my wanton doings. Like with my little 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 knockout today.

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

I gasped as Daddy lifted my hips with his solid hands, his dick sliding along my butt until it nudged at my slit. Mom grabbed his gibe, holding it stiff against my bitch 's entranceway. All my opinion fled my head as pop slammed me down his dick.

His incestuous shaft filled me.

"Kimmy !"groaned Jalal, flooding my ally 's mouth with his cum as I watched.

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

"I will, mother,"I moaned.

"Yes !"pappa grunted.

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

Pleasure spilled through my trunk. My pussy savored his putz sliding in and out of me. The silky friction sent joy washing through my body. My oculus fluttered. I let out such wanton whimpers. It felt so puzzle being filled by dad 's cock.

He pumped me up and down his hawkshaw faster and faster. My eyes rolled back as I swiveled my hips from side-to-side. Such utter rapture consumed me. It was amazing. I groaned and whimpered. My hips swiveled, stirring Daddy 's tool through my cunt.

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

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

He slammed me faster and faster on his cock while Mom trembled before me. She stared with such hunger at my pussycat. She licked her sass, quivering in delight. Her hands rubbed at her second joint, fingers digging into her material body. She wanted to eat me.

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

"Can Mother lick my clit, Daddy ?"I moaned."Can your naughty slave give me Sir Thomas More delight, Daddy ?"

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

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

Her head leaned forward. Her black hair spilled over my thighs. And then her natural language flicked at my clit. She brushed it, the nub thrusting out of my folds, as pop worked my cunt faster and faster up and down his dick.

joy shuddered through me. Mom 's tongue sparked ecstasy through my cunt. It rained like glowing ember from a detonated firework, tightening my snatch on dad 's dick. I whimpered, trembling as he pumped me up and down his prick, 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 peter and mum 's natural language. My back arched, rubbing into papa 's chest. His beard scratched at my neck and right shoulder.

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

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

He slammed me so hard down his shaft, impaling me on the full cinch of his rooster. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as my puss clenched down so operose on his hawkshaw. My body bucked. My legs spasmed out before me.

My pussy convulsed.

I came.

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

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

Mom nipped my clit.

My twat convulsed so hard around Daddy 's stopcock, massaging it. I wanted his cum flooding my body. I wanted to get a line him grunt in raptus. I squirmed against him, rubbing my back on his solid bureau as he gripped my hips.

"Daddy ! Cum in me !"

"Not yet, my picayune efflorescence !"he growled."Just let me enjoy your snatch writhing about my dick."

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

I squealed out so meretricious as another orgasm shot through me. My wooden leg spasmed out alongside Mom. My kitty-cat convulsed so gruelling on Daddy 's pecker. My snatch milked him, aching for his cum to gush into my depths. To give me that incestuous treat I craved so badly.

Instead, Daddy hauled me completely off his cock. I gasped, my pussy suddenly so empty. I did n't own anything in me. I felt so empty. I whimpered in indigence until I felt his shaft moving. Mom, still sucking on my clitoris, stared up at me as she guided his peter to my asshole. She knew what her married man and master wanted from me.

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

"My little flush !"he snarled and slammed my bowels down his dick.

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

Mom 's sass nuzzled into my pussy.

I squealed, my asshole clenching on Daddy 's shaft, as Mom feasted on my bitch. dad fucked my bowels up and down his gumshoe. The velvety detrition now sent heat wafting through my nethers, meeting the pleasure Mom churned in my cunt.

The slut devoured me with such hunger. Her heart were glazed with delectation as she tasted my cunt. She nuzzled through my sheepcote, licking and fluttering her tongue, teasing me. I squirmed and moaned, another orgasm already building in me as pappa plundered my asshole over and over.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, my oculus rolling back into my point. mavin danced across my vision."Eat my pussy, jade !"

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

"Ooh, Mrs. Umayyah, lick your girl 's yummy snatch ! I love Leyla 's pussy."

The straw man door opened and closed. The hold up penis of our fellowship walked into the living room. Faizel grinned at the sight. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his dusky chest. He had Daddy 's powerful body, but lacked that sexy, manly beard.

"Damn, 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 next gangbang !"

"Yes !"grunted Daddy.

He slammed my asshole down his cock. I took him to the hilt again. My bowels clenched about his putz. Velvety oestrus burned through my nethers, heating my pussy. More of my juices poured into Mom 's sassing as Daddy grunted.

"My little peak !"

His cum pumped into my asshole. I groaned in delight, a one-third orgasm bursting through me. My kitty spasmed so hard. My juice squirted out of my cunt right into Mom 's hungry back talk. I drenched her face while pa filled my bowels with his spunk.

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

Our kinsfolk had changed. And I could n't waitress 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 dick with a wet popping sound. The footling slattern let out a wicked moan. Cum leaked out, a drop-off splattering right on my mouth as she climbed over me.

I licked that sour-infused jizz off my lip, reveling in the incestuous mix of their flavors. Then my heart fell on my husband and Master 's cock, an oily gleam coating it, a mix of her puss juice and anal musk. I could smell her cream 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 girl 's flavors on it. I let out such a wanton moan, wiggling my hips. My ass burned. My pussy dripped. I grabbed my married man 's thighs to hold from frigging myself. I whimpered in utter need as I stared up at him, begging as I cleaned his hawkshaw of tangy and dour juices.

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

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

His father grinned as I kept licking his cock.

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

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

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

I shuddered at the hard feel as I kept licking his father 's softening cock. I fluttered up to my passe-partout 's crown, swirling around it, then locked my rim 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 married man and Master the full time.

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

Wonderful.

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

Jalal groaned.

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

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

This time, I would be his faithful slave.

I moaned about his stopcock as Faizel rammed into my pussycat. My whorish pussy clenched down so voiceless on it. Then pain knifed through me. His crotch smacked my burning at the stake asshole. Every clock time he buried into me, he would remind me of my punishment.

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

My husband and Master.

I sucked so hard on his cock. My teat rubbed against the professorship as I bobbed my mouthpiece. Karim 's dick reached its full girth in a minute of arc, pleasure crossing his byssus expression. He groaned as I sucked as knockout as I could, bobbing my mouth, inspired by our son 's hard thrusts.

"Jalal !"Kimmy moaned in the background. A second rhythmic slap of flesh-on-flesh echoed through the life room.

"piece of ass your slut so hard while she eats my ass, lilliputian pal !"Leyla squealed.

I shuddered, my pelvis squirming around my son 's large cock spearing into my snatch 's depths. I savored our new family dynamic. I bobbed my mouth so fast, sucking on my husband and Master 's cock the way I always should birth. I should have been his woman of the street from our wedding Night. I should have used my body in every way to please him.

I would now. If he ever let me be intimate him, I would give him all the pleasure I could.

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

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

They mixed and swirled in me, feeding on each early. I squeezed my heart shut and squealed my exaltation about my hubby and professional 's cock. My pussy exploded. My orgasm raged through me. My puss convulsed on Faizel 's dick.

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

"goodness,"Karim growled, grabbing my fuzz and bobbing my head on his shaft."Please my son 's cock, slave. Make him cum in that slit. The pussy that brought him into this world."

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

"Shit !"Faizel groaned, his thrust causing Wave after wave of incestuous rapture to flood through my body. genius danced across my vision.

My sexual climax intensified.

My son rammed his tool so fast into my cunt. I screamed my pleasure around his beginner 's peter. I sucked so intemperately at it as Faizel buried into me. My eldest son filled my convulsing cunt with his hard cock.

"You 're such a fornicatress, Mom !"

His cum fired into me.

"Take it, whore ! Take it all !"

"Yes !"my husband and Master growled, driving my head down his dick.

His cock brushed the back of my throat. I swallowed him the Sami way I did Clint. I shuddered as his prick filled my throat. With a oink, my married man 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 turncock, massaging out every drop-off of cum in his testis."Shit, Mom !"

I pleased my son and my master. I trembled in ecstatic delectation. I had a new situation in the globe. I had transcended being a slovenly woman and become a slave. It made my trunk quiver even more. As my orgasm peaked, I knew my husband and Master would see my pussy satiated by tool after cock.

He would see me used. Degraded.

Just what I needed. Like my daughter, I was a slattern. I needed to be controlled, or I would just fuck anything I could.

My husband and Master grunted a final time, the net blast of cum spurted into my belly. He hauled my mouth off his cock, staring into my eyes. bosh dribbled down my Chin as I sucked in a deep breath.

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

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

To be concluded ...