Daughter 's Slut Training
( An Incestuous Harem Story )
Chapter XIV : momma 's Naughty punishment
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

banker's bill : Thanks to wrc264 for genus Beta Reading this !

Mrs Umayyah

I used to be a good Muslim woman. A close married woman. A loving mother. And then this young man, Clint, awakened the slattern in me. I shuddered as I stared up at him as my mouth engulfed his cock fresh out of my bastard. It tasted so sour. I whimpered, sucking on his dirty dick, cleaning him the way a whore 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 master. I was his slutty sex slave, doing whatever he wanted.

My motherfucker still burned from the force of his thrusts. He had fucked my intestine so hard. His cum dribbled out of my sphincter, staining my crack as it ran down to my heavyset crotch hair adorning my twat. I wiggled in pleasure, as a good deal of a woman of the street as the four young woman being gangbanged out in the former room.

Clint had made me into a slut, 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 head, slobbering on his dick as he stared down at me, his benighted middle so strong, his fist clenching. He sucked in abstruse breaths.

"That 's it, Jawdat,"purred Vicky, my coworker and Clint 's auntie. And his tangible sex hard worker. The busty charwoman, her tits as big as mine, still glistened with his drying cum. She leaned in."Clean his dick."

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

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

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

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

"I need to eat all the cum I can,"Lee said."My daughter needs to know her female parent 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 draw close between them. She licked across my contamination and gathered up Clint 's cum before reaching my pounding sphincter.

She swirled her natural language around my puckered hole. I shuddered, sucking so hard on Clint 's dick. My tongue danced around his shaft of light in mimicker of Lee 's, cleaning off Thomas More of my sullen musk. That grime nip faded with every moment.

I did n't require it to.

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

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

Karim would hate me. I was supposed to be his pure wife, to never cheat on him. I was supposed to bonk and obey him. But did I screw him ? I thought I did, but I had no guilt over what I was doing. My lecherousness ruled me.

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

I moaned so loudly about Clint 's pecker, shuddering as Lee probed her clapper as recondite 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 juices. Lee 's probing meld with the hot thrill of cleaning Clint 's putz had an climax building inside of me. Hot delight rippled out of my asshole, warming my twat. I squirmed, my clit 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 mouthpiece, sucking and slobbering over his dick. The flavor of my sour musk had almost faded, but his salty precum coated my spit. I swirled it around the tip of his cock, gathering more while making his muscular chest of drawers shudder.

He grabbed my fuzz, grunting and fucking his cock into my mouth. I gasped as his dick hit the spine of my throat and kept going. I swallowed him. His tool slid down my throat. I felt like such a cyprian as my rim pressed into his bush. His putz was so recondite in me.

"ass !"Clint groaned, his side twisting.

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

As nothing more than the whore I was.

My orgasm exploded through me. My slit convulsed. succus squirted down my thighs. I moaned about his gumshoe as it kept firing cum into my stomach. He groaned and grunted as his pleasure surged through him.

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

I whimpered and trembled. star topology burst before my eyes. I wiggled my hips, Lee 's tongue still squirming through my spasming bowel, sending new ripples of heat through my body while I drowned in my whorish lust.

I loved it. Being a hussy. A whore.

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

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Leyla Umayyah

"That was so a great deal fun !"Kimmy said as the shower sprayed across her body, washing off the cum that had dried in silvery bar and dribbles across her petite consistence. She ducked her blond hair's-breadth beneath it, rubbing at the cum matting her lock together.

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

"God, I kept cumming and cumming,"Kendra said, her coal black organic structure glistening as she wiggled her butt into the spray, her digit sliding through her crack, washing the son'touchwood out of her arsehole."Thanks for showing us what it 's like to be a hussy, Leyla."

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

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

pappa had to fuck about Mom.

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

"Yes, something is wrong !"I snapped, my hired hand scrubbing my swart titmouse clean and jerk of all the boys'cum. I wanted to just be buzzing right now. I had been gangbanged. So many boys had fucked me. And my orgasms ...

So many wonderful orgasms.

And my slut-mother had to ruin it !

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

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

"So did I."My hands clenched.

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

"Jalal is a mollify 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 nooky you. You 're bringing Kimmy rest home so he can bonk her, too."

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

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

"Of course of study it 's fair,"I said."Because ... because ... He 's a man. He has needs that slutty girl like me and you stir in him. We make him hard, so we have to assist him out."

"That is so screw up,"Izzy said."You have motivation, 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 sloven and damage if us girls do it. Either it 's all right, or it 's all wrong."

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

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

"She sent me to his bed !"I gave Izzy a severely feeling."She was there the first time he fucked me. She told him he could fuck Kimmy. But she never mentioned anything to Dad about fucking my brothers, and she ..."My eye widened."Oh, my god, she was fucking mortal else all terminal night. Maybe Clint ? Or another of her pupil ! That 's why she 's wearing the same clothes as yesterday. She did n't go home and fuck 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 pleasure where she wants,"Kendra said."Mmm, she does n't care about what anyone thinks about her. I like it."

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

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

"It 's because you 're all American young lady. You just do n't interpret. You 're all whore anyways !"

"Yeah, being Muslim made you and your mother sooooo different from us,"Izzy said before slapping off her exhibitioner."You really think you 're better than us ? You had your comrade fuck you before fifty dollar bill or sixty guys. Then you went and fucked a proficient one-half of those. Yep, just a citadel of morality you are. Showing us slutty American little girl how frightful we are."

I flushed."I 'm not honest than you. I did n't signify that. But my mother should be. She married him. She swore her curse word 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 rain shower off, the warm water cutting off to a few drip."And I 'm going to differentiate 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 distressed look entered her oculus as she turned off the exhibitioner."I 'll be there for you, Leyla."

I smiled at the support in Kimmy 's heart. Then I hugged her, pressing her lowly mamilla into my wet, cycle breast. I think she would spend a penny a majuscule baby. I really hoped affair 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 kernel when I walked into the house with Kimmy, Leyla, and Jalal trailing behind me. My husband, Karim, walked into the entranceway hall from the living room, staring at me with dark middle. I could still feel the warmth of Clint 's cum in my stomach, my shit still aching from his hard thrust. 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 lots fun."She threw herself at her Father-God, her blazon 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 military strength, squeezing Leyla 's rump like he owned her as he pulled her tight against him. She melted against his solid state form, moaning like a niggling fornicatress. My cunt 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 married man ask about the slumber party ? Probably not. At to the lowest degree I did n't give to care about my daughter. She would n't recite my hubby about final Night. I 'd already convinced her not to narrate him at all about being a prostitute. I could number on her delicacy. And tomorrow ... Tomorrow the pair of us would have so much fun with principal Carver. He paid so much money to have it off us both. I could n't await, my purulent getting so juicy.

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

ire surged through me. My sister boy needed to be protected from that beguiling, blonde hobo. Kimmy looked so innocuous, with her tiny frame and glasses, but she had such a wanton pussy. She 'd just been gangbanged by half her college.

She was not worthy enough for Jalal to bed. He needed his female parent to show him the truth.

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

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

My pussy clenched."Yes, right now. You can play with the little prostitute later. In fact, your babe promised your Father of the Church a naughty treat. Kimmy 's here for him, not you."

"Yes, Mrs. Umayyah,"Kimmy, my picayune woman of the street, said. She remembered I was her madam, selling her pussycat to whoever I wanted. She gave Jalal 's hand a clinch 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 frock, my breasts bouncing in it. I had no underclothing on underneath. Behind me, Kimmy joined my hubby and daughter, nuzzling her"innocent"boldness into the incestuous kiss.

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

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

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

I pulled off my hijab, uncovering my black hair's-breadth. I let it set down to the floor as my finger went to the release of my apparel. He stared at me with such hungriness, rubbing his custody on his second joint. He was a slender boy, not big-shouldered like his male parent or elder comrade. It made me just want to smother him in maternal love.

"Kimmy,"I said, exposing to a greater extent and to a greater extent of my orotund, dusky knocker with every button I undid.

He shifted.

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

He shrugged.

"You had sex with her this morning."

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

"She 's a slut,"I said, baring my titty to my son. I wiggled my hips as I shrugged out of the sleeve. The dark, bourgeois dress fell down my waist. It held there for a moment, but my sways worked it over my curves. It fluttered down my thighs, baring my black bush to my son, and landed in a puddle on the trading floor."She 's a whore. You saw her getting fucked by all those son. How much she loved it."

"Yeah,"he groaned, his hand squeezing his pecker."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 substance to a whore."I moved forward. Below, my hubby let out a wild moan of passion.

I could only imagine the naughty affair that slight whore and my daughter were getting up to. Leyla and Kimmy would distract my married man for 60 minutes, giving me flock of sentence to enjoy my baby boy.

I put my hand over his covering his genitalia, squeezing his finger's breadth into his gibbousness. His other hand seized my tit, squeezing it with such a hardiness. 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 early helping hand sliding beneath his shirt, caressing his slender body. He had such a lean tactile property about him. I rose higher, making him shudder, his mitt clenching hard on my tit."You deserve a woman who is pure. Fuck Kimmy all you want, but do n't make out her. If you need a woman to love, your mama is here for you."

He shook his head."I like that she 's a woman of the street, 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 loose woman while looking just so innocent."He squeezed his cock beneath my paw."Mom, she 's nonplus to watch. Did n't you see her ? Her blonde hair dancing about her case as she took all those pecker. They filled her. And when I slid into her cum-filled snatch, I enjoyed her whorish behavior ... I came so hard in her, Mom. Like I do with you."

"No,"I said, shaking my school principal."You ca n't descend in love with a slut."

"Why not ? You 're one. I love you, Mom."His fingers 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 work out this trouble. I stroked my son, staring into his center, and said,"No, no, you have to—"

The sleeping room threshold crashed open.

I whirled around, my hand squeezing down on my son 's dick, and found my au naturel husband clutching Leyla 's telephone set in his hand. His swarthy, muscular torso bulged with fury. His melanize whiskers bristled like a fatheaded bramble of thorns. And his heart ... His eyes burned with rage.

I flinched back.

"What is this, Jawdat !"he growled, his center falling on my hired man gripping my son 's cock 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, 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 jade naked. A ... satisfied smirk glinted on my daughter 's sass. Did she want to supercede me ? Did she want her father all to herself ? But I thought she loved being a slut.

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

A video played.

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

My daughter had been so shocked to discover me fucking her crony. She thought ...

She thought I was a good, Muslim cleaning lady 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 adulteress. That I was just doing things to aid out my sons, or to help her to be a slut. I knew I made her understand why I was doing such wanton things. I even had my report for tomorrow all figured out. How I would"reluctantly"agree to fuck principal sum Carver with Leyla just to let her keep 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 busybodied ..."

"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 married man. I could save this. I had to."Karim, I was just—"

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

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

"Oh, no,"I groaned.

It was taken only an hour ago. There I was, on my manus and stifle, as Clint fucked my ass. You could hear me begging him to plow me, calling him"Master."My married man 's look 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 phone shook with fierceness in Karim 's handgrip. The plastic casing groaned as his finger's breadth clenched around it.

"You ! Were ! His ! hard worker !"

"I—"

"You let him fuck your ass ! You sucked his cock clean ! You never did that for me ! For your husband ! But you could be your student 's sporting lady ? His slave !"

"It 's just—"

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

"I—"

He yanked me out of the room, pulling so hard. trouble flared at the ascendant of my haircloth. I bent over, my vast tits swaying before me as I stumble around the bend him. He marched forward with all the superpower of a bowlder crashing down a hill, zip capable of stopping him.

Tears burned in my middle. My marriage was all over. But it was n't bazaar. I was just satiating my lustfulness 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 do by me like a slut.

"My husband, what are—"

"married man !"he roared as he hauled me down the stairs, his every step booming."husband ! After you called that boy Master you dare ring me husband !"His script twisted, twining my hair around his fist, and yanked me airless to him. I gasped, almost falling down the stairs as I hurried after him. He reached the landing, hauled me to the keep room, my son, daughter, and Kimmy following."Are you that much of a cunt to call me hubby after you whored yourself out to your student !"

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

"Just a sporting lady !"my husband growled."A filthy tart. You are my wife no longer !"

My eyes squeezed shut. tears burned my centre. My consistence shook."P-please, Karim, I should have told you. I should—"

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

"striver ?"I gasped.

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

Something settled into space inside of me. Something that Clint had originally awakened in me that for the first time time I peered through the spyhole 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 trollop.

Into his slaves.

My pussy grew juicy even as I trembled in fear. My husband reached his lounger. He sank down naked, his cock thrusting midst and hard from his wiry pubic whisker. He was as hung as Clint and my firstborn son. Jalal was only a little pocket-sized than them. I did n't resist Karim 's strength as he hauled me over his lap, my titty pressing against the armrest, my stage hanging over the other side. I felt his cock vellication 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 consistence the day I married you. I have been too lax ! Too trusting ! No longer !"He grabbed my ass, squeezing my butt-cheek hard."Say it !"

I shuddered and, with no hesitation, groaned,"You own my trunk, Master ! I 'm your slave-wife !"

"And you were so naughty. You sold your body 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 smacking, thundering like a lightning bolt, echoed through the support room. Pain roared through me. Agony exploded across my rear end. I gasped out, my pussy clenching at the forcefulness of my punishment. My ass burned. teardrop stung my eyes, rained down my fount. I sucked in breaths against the agony.

CRACK !

His instant blow fell on my other butt-cheek. I spasmed so hard across his lap. My head word lifted up. I screamed out in pain as my husband, my sea captain, disciplined me. He was right. I was such a bawd. A slovenly woman. I let all those early men, even my Logos, use what belonged to him. I swore to be his faithful wife on our marriage 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 !"

quip !

"Yes, original !"I screamed as the pain twisted through my body, swirling about my lusts, making my purulent even juicier as the hurt spread into my cunt.

cleft !

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

"I 'll only fuck men when you allow it, my headmaster !"I screamed out, squirming on him, my twat growing so hot. As the pain increased, so did my sexual climax build."I promise to Allah and his Messenger !"

pass !

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

CRACK !

"Filthy !"he snarled.

CRACK !

"cheat !"

CRACK !

"cunt !"

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

There was one deviation between us : I gave him permission to fuck our daughter. I never gave him the same selection to bless my social function. I just acted on my lusts. I violated our marriage to satiate my own bitch behind his back. I was such a trollop. A whore. I needed to be controlled. Just like Leyla did. Or I would fuck everyone. I would just spread my thigh and let any man enter me.

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

"I am a filthy, cheating whore, my original !"My ass burned so often."Punish me !"

CRACK !

I welcomed the hurting. Every zippy hurt. I moaned and gasped and screamed. My vocalization grew raw as my ass burned hotter and hotter. My puss clenched, my snatch growing so juicy. Every time my married man proved how solid he was made me shudder.

He could control me the way Clint did his Aunt Vicky and his stepsister Lee. My married man could control my lusts, channel 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 determine how I would throw back the money I wasted with my online gambling.

CRACK !

"I 'm your trollop, my Master !"I groaned, his tool throbbing so hard against my belly.

pass !

Such torment blazed through me. The tears poured down my grimace. My hubby and Master reinforced his control over me with every smack of his across-the-board deal. He proved himself impregnable enough to own my torso. To penalise me for being a whore.

CRACK !

I could feel my girl and son watching my discipline, witnessing their father controlling my slutty consistency. Kimmy knelt before Jalal, her mouthpiece wrapped about his cock, bobbing her capitulum. Would Jalal take in the durability to lord Kimmy, to give her his slut and control her whorish cunt ? He would n't abandon her.

He needed to find out from his father. See how a man treated his slut.

His eyes burned as he watched. He absorbed what his forefather was doing. I moaned louder, shuddering, being that object lesson for my baby boy. He wanted a woman just like his female parent, and he needed to see how one acted. I shuddered, loving the pleasure rippling across his nerve as his coxa thrust forward, fucking his cock in and out of Kimmy 's mouth.

The blonde slut moaned her piddle passionateness as she pleased my baby boy.

Then I noticed Leyla watching, fingering her shaved cunt. She rubbed her digits up and down her juicy catch, getting off on watching my penalization. She was compensate to tell her Father. I needed this. Maybe ... Maybe I was so reckless, fucking so many guy, so my husband would recover out what I was.

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

pass !

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

wisecrack !

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

crevice !

"My Master !"I howled."I 'll be yours ! I 'll do whatever you want ! I 'll bang you right now. I can feel 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, besotted snap to delight me ? I might never fuck you again. I might just mesh you into a cage to hold on you from letting you use that filthy grab. I 'll make you find out as your girl enjoys my cock Nox and day."

My eyes widened. I wanted to rebel, to shout, but ... But ... He sounded so strong. I had to state to him. Even if he never let me cum again. My cacoethes would just build and construct in me, driving me wild until I became a nasty animal masturbating in a cage, rubbing my twat against the bars, just so desperate for satisfaction.

"Yes, my skipper !"I moaned."You have to fuck our girl 's barely legal cunt. You have to find that tight kitty-cat about your dick ! She 's respectable than me."I shuddered at saying those give-and-take. Leyla was easily than me. She was honest with her founder about fucking other Guy. She did n't try to hide it.

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

I deserved my punishment.

chap !

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

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

"picket our daughter take your situation. On my tool. In our bed. I 'll make 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 treasure being your woman. Your wife. But ... I 'm like Mother, I need to be used."

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

"Yes, papa,"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 rightfulness before my face, her twat 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 osculation my married man. He was her husband now, too, her Daddy-husband. It was so wrong, so taboo. I shuddered. My work force clenched my second joint to resist shoving between my thighs and rub my cunt. My ass burned. I could n't sit down. I had to kneel and take in my victor fuck our daughter.

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Leyla Umayyah

Such joy shuddered through me. I was all papa 's now. He would be my procurer now. Mom had tried to be that, but he would do such a adept job whoring me out. For one, he would n't want to get it on my clients as a lot as I did.

Dad broke our candy kiss. I shuddered, leaning back, my one shot tits quivering. Already, I missed his beard scratching at my cheeks.

Then I squealed in delight as he lifted me up, his men gripping my shank, and turned me around. He dropped me on his lap, his cock nudging at my ass. I faced my kneeling female parent, her aspect stained with crying, her morose optic smoldering with passion. Her breasts quivered, her nipple hard, and pussy juices stained her chant second joint, dribbling from her whore-cunt.

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

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

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

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

I gasped as pop lifted my rose hip with his strong bridge player, his dick sliding along my arse until it nudged at my pussy. Mom grabbed his shaft, holding it steady against my cunt 's entrance. All my thoughts fled my brain as papa slammed me down his dick.

His incestuous shaft filled me.

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

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

"I will, female parent,"I moaned.

"Yes !"dad grunted.

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

joy spilled through my body. My kitty-cat savored his dick sliding in and out of me. The satiny rubbing sent pleasance washing through my body. My eyes fluttered. I let out such wanton whine. It felt so amazing being filled by pappa 's cock.

He pumped me up and down his dick faster and faster. My centre rolled back as I swiveled my articulatio coxae from side-to-side. Such double-dyed rapture consumed me. It was amazing. I groaned and whimpered. My coxa swiveled, stirring Daddy 's pecker through my cunt.

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

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

He slammed me faster and faster on his pecker while Mom trembled before me. She stared with such hungriness at my pussy. She licked her lips, quivering in delight. Her hands rubbed at her thigh, fingers digging into her flesh. She wanted to eat me.

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

"Can Mother work out my clit, pop ?"I moaned."Can your naughty slave give me more joy, daddy ?"

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

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

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

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

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

The joy surged through me. My puss grew hotter. My orgasm swelled, my parents driving me wild. My slut-body drank in the pleasure of Daddy 's rooster and mum 's tongue. My back arched, rubbing into dad 's chest. His beard scratched at my cervix and right shoulder.

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

"Yes,"he growled, his hard deal tightening on my hips.

He slammed me so hard down his putz, impaling me on the full girth of his cock. I whimpered, my center fluttering as my snatch clenched down so hard on his dick. My body bucked. My stage spasmed out before me.

My cunt convulsed.

I came.

My groan sang through the room. Jalal and Kimmy, her back talk stained with my brother 's cum, watched as they held each other. They were both so cunning. I stared at them as the pleasure rippled through my body. My mom sucked on my button, adding more transport to the joy flooding through me.

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

Mom nipped my clit.

My pussy convulsed so hard around pop 's cock, massaging it. I wanted his cum flooding my body. I wanted to hear him grunt in rapture. I squirmed against him, rubbing my binding on his strong chest as he gripped my hips.

"dada ! Cum in me !"

"Not yet, my small flower !"he growled."Just let me enjoy your bit writhing about my dick."

"Writhing so hard !"I whimpered."Oh, mummy, hold open sucking on my clit and ... Yes !"

I squealed out so loud as another orgasm barb through me. My pegleg spasmed out alongside Mom. My pussy convulsed so hard on pa 's shaft. My catch milked him, aching for his cum to spout into my astuteness. To collapse me that incestuous treat I craved so badly.

Instead, daddy hauled me completely off his turncock. I gasped, my snatch suddenly so empty. I did n't have anything in me. I felt so abandon. I whimpered in pauperization until I felt his beam of light moving. Mom, still sucking on my clitoris, stared up at me as she guided his cock to my mother fucker. She knew what her husband and victor wanted from me.

"Yes, yes, yes, hump my ass, dad !"I howled.

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

My sphincter stretched and stretched with easiness. I had enough son fuck my asshole during the gangbang, keeping me at large enough to take his pussy-lubed dick. I groaned as my butt-cheeks smacked into his private parts.

Mom 's mouth nuzzled into my pussy.

I squealed, my asshole clenching on pop 's cock, as Mom feasted on my cunt. pappa fucked my bowels up and down his dick. The velvety friction now sent heat wafting through my nethers, meeting the delight Mom churned in my cunt.

The slut devoured me with such hungriness. Her centre were glassy with joy as she tasted my snatch. She nuzzled through my sheepfold, licking and fluttering her glossa, teasing me. I squirmed and moaned, another orgasm already construction in me as Daddy plundered my asshole over and over.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, my eye rolling back into my head. genius danced across my vision."Eat my pussy, slut !"

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

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

The look doorway opened and closed. The last phallus of our kinsfolk walked into the aliveness room. Faizel grinned at the mickle. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his dusky thorax. He had pop 's muscular 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 following gangbang !"

"Yes !"grunted Daddy.

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

"My short flower !"

His cum pumped into my asshole. I groaned in delight, a third orgasm bursting through me. My pussy spasmed so backbreaking. My juice squirted out of my bitch right into Mom 's hungry mouth. I drenched her face while Daddy filled my intestine with his spunk.

It was so wonderful to share this joy with my parents. To be Daddy '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 family had changed. And I could n't waitress to explore it.

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Mrs. Umayyah

My husband and superior groaned as Leyla rose off his dick. Her ass plopped off his prick with a wet popping strait. The little adulteress let out a revolting moan. 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 overlord 's cock, an unctuous gleam coating it, a mix of her pussy juices and anal musk. I could sense her cream mixed with that acrid tang of ass.

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

I licked his peter, tasting the mix of my daughter '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 keep from frigging myself. I whimpered in sodding need as I stared up at him, begging as I cleaned his dick of tangy and sour juices.

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

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

His begetter grinned as I kept licking his cock.

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

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

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

I shuddered at the intemperate feel as I kept licking his father 's softening cock. I fluttered up to my captain 's pennant, swirling around it, then locked my lips 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 hubby and schoolmaster the entire time.

He groaned, his dick vellication in my paw while Faizel whipped my ass with his cock. The meaty thwacks sent painfulness shivering through me, my kitty-cat clenching, aching for my son to sate my whore-pussy. I would be his all night.

Wonderful.

In the 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 bitch in heat."

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

This time, I would be his fold slave.

I moaned about his putz as Faizel rammed into my pussy. My whorish slit clenched down so difficult on it. Then pain knifed through me. His privates smacked my burning prick. Every time he buried into me, he would remind me of my punishment.

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

My hubby and Master.

I sucked so hard on his cock. My tits rubbed against the chair as I bobbed my lip. Karim 's dick reached its wide-cut girth in a minute, pleasure crossing his face fungus font. He groaned as I sucked as hard as I could, bobbing my backtalk, inspired by our son 's hard thrusts.

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

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

I shuddered, my rose hip squirming around my son 's orotund cock spearing into my bitch 's depths. I savored our new family dynamic. I bobbed my mouth so fast, sucking on my married man and maestro 's cock the way I always should induce. I should cause been his harlot from our wedding night. I should have used my body in every way to please him.

I would now. If he ever let me fuck 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 gruelling on his dick, cleaning off more of our daughter 's musk, that mix of tangy and sour depravity. My pussy squeezed down so severely on Faizel 's thrusting dick. The friction 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 eyes shut and squealed my transport about my husband and Master 's stopcock. My pussy exploded. My orgasm raged through me. My puss convulsed on Faizel 's dick.

"piece of tail, yes, Dad, the lady of pleasure 's cumming !"my son groaned.

"goodness,"Karim growled, grabbing my hair and bobbing my foreland on his dick."Please my son 's cock, slave. make him cum in that cunt. The pussy that brought him into this world."

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

"dirt !"Faizel groaned, his jabbing causing wafture after wave of incestuous ecstasy to flood through my body. Stars danced across my vision.

My coming intensified.

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

"You 're such a adulteress, Mom !"

His cum fired into me.

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

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

His turncock brushed the spinal column of my pharynx. I swallowed him the same way I did Clint. I shuddered as his prick filled my pharynx. With a grunt, 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 cock, massaging out every drop of cum in his clump."crap, Mom !"

I pleased my son and my lord. I trembled in rapt delight. I had a new place in the globe. I had transcended being a slovenly woman and suit a slave. It made my body quiver even more. As my orgasm peaked, I knew my husband and Master would see my pussy satiated by cock after cock.

He would see me used. Degraded.

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

My husband and Master grunted a terminal fourth dimension, the finis gust of cum spurted into my belly. He hauled my oral cavity off his tool, staring into my eyes. Drool dribbled down my Kuki-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 nothing back.

To be concluded ...