girl 's loose woman training
( An Incestuous Harem Story )
Chapter 15 : Daughter 's Incestuous Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

distinction : Thanks to wrc264 for Beta reading this !

Mrs Umayyah

The next day, my ass still hurt from my study. I could n't serve but writhe as I sat in the back fundament of my husband and schoolmaster 's car. My posterior ached and throbbed. The retentive the car drive went, the Sir Thomas More my irritation grew. The ache grew with every instant and I embraced it.

I deserved this pain.

I had become a trollop. A cyprian. A depraved woman who violated her married couple vows. I sold my body to my students. I turned my daughter into a whore to channel the lust awakened in me when I witnessed Clint fucking his aunt, my fellow college professor, and his babe. It had planted a seed that grew into a sultry flower with vines that had spread to every part of my body.

And when my girl found out what I was, she told my husband. And he ... He punished me.

Dominated me.

Made me his sex slave.

Now my daughter rode beside him up front, sitting tall, her uncovered Negroid hair falling about her articulatio humeri. She kept reaching over, patting my husband and victor 's thigh, stroking him through his oeuvre jeans, her fingernails scratching at the denim. She 'd taken my place in his bed while I spent the night fucking our eldest son, Faizel, given to him by my husband and Master.

"There it is !"Leyla squealed in joy, bouncing in the seat. The nineteen-year-old clapped her hands together with her girlish enthusiasm. She threw a flavour over her shoulder."You ready, Mommy-slave ?"

"Yes, daughter,"I said, putting such stress on my new mistress 's name."I 'm so looking forward to it."

"shag another man with your girl, or obeying me ?"Karim growled. I saw his eyes looking at me in the rearview mirror.

"Both, my lord,"I answered, rubbing my deal before me, my pussy so juicy."It 'll be so naughty to pleasure him with our daughter."

"She is such a wicked wife, Daddy,"Leyla said, her voice dripping with enjoyment.

"Yes, she is,"my husband and passe-partout said, his voice a cryptic gravel."And you, my lilliputian flower, are a wicked slut."

Leyla beamed at him, her smile shining from her face. I had done an amazing job turning her into a adulteress, into a cocotte. I had debased my girl as a placeholder for my own lusts, changing her forever.

I sucked in a thick breath. Today, I would sleep together another man who was n't my son in front of my married man. He would view me be an staring working girl.

My pussy grew even juicier. This is what I had craved ever since I peeped in on Clint fucking his syndicate a year ago. I 'd feared it. I tried to hide it by delving into another obsession : online gambling. But that still did n't block me from descending into this whorish behavior. By training Leyla, it opened up all those desires I had suppressed.

And I was forever lost.

But 1st we had to cook another stop. And I was n't looking forward to it. My stomach grew tense as my hubby and Master turned into a driveway of a declamatory, expensive house. Not a mansion, but something enceinte than any kinsfolk really need. Instead, it proved that the owner had money.

I climbed out of the car in my conservative dress, my body naked beneath. I had my head bowed, no hijab wrapped around my silky-black pilus. I followed my married man and Leyla to the nominal head door, my daughter clinging to my husband and schoolmaster 's arm. She practically floated beside him, bursting with desire for what was coming.

Karim reached the door, rang the doorbell.

Todd Myers, the male parent of Kimmy, my daughter 's friend and my son 's slut-girlfriend, opened the door. Todd 's case soured at the sight of me. Then he glanced at my married man. He clenched his fist, the anger swelling in him.

I winced.

"Need to a greater extent money ?"Lord Todd demanded."Or did you add my daughter home ? If you 're going to blackmail me for fucking her, at least she could be around so I can get what I 'm paying for."

"My wife is here to apologize for that,"Karim said."She made a mistake. The trollop grew greedy."

"Slut ?"Lord Todd asked, arching an supercilium.

"My wife is a fancy woman. A disgusting slut who sells her dead body for money."He grabbed me and pulled me past Leyla to thrust me at Sir Alexander Robertus Todd. I did n't press him. My blackened hair swayed about my articulatio humeri as I sucked in a deep breathing space, fear sweeping through me."Apologize to him.

"Yes, my passe-partout,"I said, sucking in a deep breath. This was so humiliating. So abash. I hated apologizing, and admitting I was wrong."Mr. Myers, I am humbly sorry for blackmailing you and setting you up. I was a avaricious sow. A disgusting bitch."I fell to my stifle, looking up at him."And to show you how dingy I am, I am volition to do anything to make it up for you.

"Anything."

"Anything ?"

"Slave, strip out of the lying garment,"my husband growled."appearance him what you truly are !"

Despite the humiliation burning in my cheeks, or maybe because of it, my pussy almost creamed itself."Yes, my Master,"I moaned, my helping hand shooting to the buttons of my dress."Mr. Myers, I was a cunt to you. A kick. And you deserve to use my consistency. In any way you want."

His angry heart smoldered as he watched me slip. I ripped the bodice of my dress open, my great, dusky tit spilling out. I shivered, my center racing as I stared up at him. I squirmed my rose hip, my pussy dripping with hullabaloo. I slipped my munition out of the sleeve of my wearing apparel, my tits swaying with my movement.

He licked his lips.

"And the video of me fucking my daughter ?"he growled."The one you threaten to show my wife."

"Deleted,"Karim said."And your recurring 'donation'to the 'after school nightspot'has been canceled."

"It was so tight of my mommy-slave to do,"Leyla said."I had no estimation, Mr. Myers. I just thought I was filming Kimmy 's first time. I had a lot of fun with you. I never wanted to hurt you like that mean bitch."

I shuddered at my daughter 's words. I rose, letting my dress fall off my body. My newly shaved slit felt so bare. I could feel the air electric current wafting about my puss rim, tingling them. My succus cooled my hot flesh as they dribbled out of me.

"So fuck her intemperately, Mr. Myers,"Leyla purred."Or spank her, or do whatever you want to my mommy-slave."

"She 's yours to abuse,"my husband said, sounding eager to see me punished further.

"Please, Mr. Myers,"I said, saying his name as submissively as possible. I turned around for him, letting him drink in my MILF body. I had a mature and flowing physical body, my ass curving, my stomach apartment, my titty large.

He smacked my larrup ass. I gasped, my tit bouncing before me. The painfulness surged through me, warming my pussy even more. I wiggled my ass at him, inviting him to do whatever he wanted to do to me.

"Anything, huh ?"Mr. Myers said."You do n't mind, Karim ? She 's your wife."

"Was,"my husband and maestro said."Now she 's my slave-wife. And she 'll let you do anything."

I nodded my head, staring up at him."I will, my Master. Anything."It felt so right to me now. Being his sex hard worker fulfilled this depraved desire in me. It filled me to the rim with aching passion to give over my whorish desires into his hands."I 'm yours."

I could see the pleasure in his eyes. And the bump in his jeans.

Mr. Myers growled like a snarling animal. He seized my tomentum. I gasped at the electric shock of pain as he hauled me through the living room to the kitchen. I stumbled after him, my tits swaying. He reached the kitchen and threw me over the counter. My tits rubbed against the surface. I sucked in oceanic abyss breathing time, my heart thudding away in my dresser, waiting for him to do something.

To punish me.

My teat ached and throbbed as I felt everyone 's eyes on my well-spanked ass. I wiggled my hips, putting on a show for them. I spread my thighs farther apart, exposing my pussy to their view. I could feel my labia parting, exposing my pink, whorish depths to their eyes.

"Use me, Mr. Myers,"I groaned.

"feeling at that slutty twat, daddy,"Leyla said."She 's just dripping for it."

"Your mother is a fancy woman,"my married man and superior groaned.

"Mmm, I know. I inherited her hot kitty. Let me show you, Daddy."

My daughter fell to her knees. The slide fastener of my husband 's jeans rasped. She produced his cock and swallowed it with such hunger. She bobbed her whorish lips up and down her Father of the Church 's dick, sucking so hard, moaning her delight.

I could watch her please her pop all day. She had such a pure enthusiasm about her. She just wanted to open pleasure to every guy she could, especially my husband. She did n't try to trick them. She did n't try to wring every penny out of them she could. She just enjoyed herself.

"I 'm so sorry, Mr. Myers,"I moaned."Use my organic structure as an apology !"

He grabbed my ass, squeezing my larrup butt-cheeks.

"Yes, yes, that 's it. Discipline me, Mr. Myers. I was a complete—"

My words cut off in a scream as Mr. Myers rammed his laborious dick into my unlubed asshole. A burning at the stake rod stabbed deep into my bowels. I shuddered and groaned, my eyes widening. Then his crotch smacked into my bruised ass, sending stinging pain shooting through me.

My tits rubbed into the counter as I squirmed and gasped. His dick sodomized me hard. He pumped away at my bowels. The pain in my depths melted my pussy. I whimpered and gasped, finding delight in the torment. I bucked back into him, taking my punishment like the kinky loose woman I was.

"That 's it !"I groaned."Fuck my ass ! punish me ! Ooh, yes, yes, yes !"

I 'd enjoyed his son already, and carter had inherited his father 's heat. Mr. Myers fucked me arduous, grunting and growling like a wolf as he buggered me. Velvety friction burned in my asshole. I grunted and groaned, the pain fading with every thrust, replaced more and more by joy as my bowels adjusted to his hot thrusts.

And every time he buried into me, he slapped my ass. He smacked it. My bruised ass drank in the wiz. I grunted with each one, the pain slamming into the pleasure, lifting me gamey and eminent towards an orgasm.

I grunted. I groaned."fuck my bastard !"I hissed."Use me ! I was such a snatch to you ! Such a fucking squawk ! Just use me ! Cum in me !"

"Goddamn snatch !"growled Mr. Myers."Sending my girl to fuck me so you could pressure me ! Bitch !"

He slammed even harder into my cocksucker. The burning detrition made my pussy even hotter. My puss clenched, juice flooding down my thighs. I loved his emotion while in the background, my daughter sucked so laborious on her daddy 's dick. My husband watched me getting punished, squirming on another man 's prick, loving it fucking my unlubed asshole.

My moans echoed through the kitchen. I gasped louder and louder. The pain. The rapture. The dual sensations swirled through me. I sucked in deep breathing spell as I clenched my bowel down on his plunging dick.

It anguish again for a moment. A flare pass of pain stabbing into my bowels. I drank it in."support throb me so hard !"I howled."Keep making my ass hurt ! Spank me with your genitals !"

"Your married woman is a bawd !"snarled Mr. Myers.

"I am !"I moaned, my back arching, my nipples throbbing against the table.

"Fuck !"

He buried his hawkshaw into my intestine and that fantastic import happened. His dick erupted into my asshole. He pumped me entire of his hot cum. I groaned, his seed spilling deep into me. My back arched at the racy feeling.

My husband gave me to this man.

I came.

My asshole writhed about his shaft, milking out the hot jet of jizz. I loved every wonderful jet. The hot spunk filled my bowels as the pleasure screamed through my torso. My back arched, feeling my husband 's eyes on me as I climaxed like a whore.

A lousy slut.

The pleasure slammed into my nous. Stars burst before my eye as I savored this yummy delight. I groaned and gasped, my asshole spasmed about his shaft. I milked out every bead of cum that I could from his shaft, the raptus swirling through me.

"Whore !"grunted my husband, and I knew he pumped his spunk into our daughter 's mouth.

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Leyla Umayyah

fervor salvo through me as papa and I reached the door, Mommy-slave following behind us. She had a stiffness to her gate from being buggered so hard by Mr. Myers twenty minutes ago. Listening to her whorish grunt had made my twat so wet as I sucked Daddy 's cock.

And now I would get to scarf out my twat. papa was whoring me out for the first time. He was my pimp now. He would collect the money and choose who Mom, my friends, and I would fuck. We would make him so much money unlike Mom who wasted all the money she made off of us on intimate apparel to delight her scholar lovers.

"One min !"President Ian statue maker, who ran my college, shouted from inside. He sounded so eager. He had paid to bonk Mom and me all day today. A $ 1000 to enjoy our consistence. To watch us commit incest before him while fucking our bodies.

It was so naughty.

The threshold opened. chairperson statue maker, wearing a bathrobe, eyes fell when he saw my tall, burly Padre. The balding decision maker had almost Daddy 's height, but he did n't have the muscled body brought about by working in construction for the concluding two X. Nor did he give the fierce, bristling whiskers that gave him such an angry, imposing vibe.

My Daddy was the sexist of men.

I could n't aid but smiling as fear sprouted in President Carver 's eyes. He swallowed and said,"This is such a surprisal, Jawdat,"he said, looking past me to my mommy-slave standing behind me. It was always so weird hearing Mom 's veridical figure. At school, everyone called her Mrs. Umayyah."Did we have an appointment or something with your family ?"

"My wife told me everything,"Daddy said, his representative almost a growl."How you fucked my barely sound daughter for money, how you paid my whore-wife for the privileged, and how you paid again to fuck them all day long. Both of them. My wife. My daughter."

"Oh, Saviour,"President woodcarver said, the color draining out of his face. He backed up, intimidated by my dad."I ... I do n't ... It was ... I ..."

"pop, kibosh being so average,"I said, so eager to fuck President statue maker again. He 'd been the start man I ever prostituted myself to. Not my first of all fuck. My vernal brother Jalal gave me that pleasure."We 're still going to take fun with you today, prexy Carver. I really, really enjoyed your dick. It made me cum so hard."

The chair still looked terrified, though now his eyes bulged, unsure what was happening. But he backed off, letting us enter the planetary house. I gave him such a supportive grinning, wanting to let him do it that he did n't ask to be afraid. That my mommy-slave and I would do everything we could to make him feel good.

"So, uh, Karim,"President sculpturer said,"this is, uh, really ... You 're fine with ... this ?"

"And if I was n't, would that have stopped you from fucking my married woman and daughter behind my back ?"Daddy demanded.

The president flinched again."wellspring ..."

"Just hand over the money, and then enjoy them,"daddy said.

"rightfield, right,"chair sculptor said, sounding dazed, almost frightened even. He shoved his men into the pockets of his robe, pulled out the hustle wad of twenties, and handed it over."So, uh, I guess we should start."

"We should,"I said. I looked up at Daddy and could tell he was aegir for it. He 'd follow me fuck Jalal before, and it had turned him on so practically. He 'd yank his putz watching my scarce legal consistency writhe with my immature brother.

And now he 'd get to watch me being a tart. It made my nineteen-year-old bitch grasp so hard. A silly wave of heat washed through me.

"Mommy-slave, airstrip !"I commanded while pushing Daddy back to sit on a recliner. I winked at him and whispered,"Enjoy."

"You, too, my footling flush,"he told me, stroking my face. I shuddered and let out such a wanton moan.

My clothes flew off as fast as I could while both President Carver and my daddy watched my nubile soundbox bare itself. My round breasts jiggled relinquish of my blouse, my manus stroking my dusky flesh. My brown nipples were concentrated and tingling, aching to be used. Beside me, Mom bared those big mammilla of hers, so easy and succulent.

I could n't serve touching them. I squeezed them while United States President statue maker let out such a low groan of delight. I grinned at him, shaking my hips, my skirt falling down my thigh exposing the repose of my naked consistence, my pussy as freshly shaved as Mom's.

"Mmm, are n't these just such ripe titmouse, president Carver ?"I asked, leaning over to nose at my mom 's breasts.

"Y-Yes,"he said, still nervous, rubbing bridge player on the hem of his sky-blue bathrobe.

But I could see twitching in the crotch. His hawkshaw grew punishing watching the lesbian incest unfold before him. I gave him a dazzling smile as I rested my facial expression against my mother 's chest, her tit hard on my cheek. I winked at him then turned my face and sucked on her nipple.

Mom groaned, her helping hand working her wearing apparel off of her hips as I suckled on her nipple like I had as a baby. I loved her fat nub, nibbling on it with my soft backtalk. My knife swirled around it, savoring how duncish it was. How wondrous it felt in my mouth.

"Oh, daughter,"Mom said, putting such devotion into that Holy Writ. She served me, too. I had taken her seat as the head woman in the family. Daddy 's daughter-wife. I had wanted to find a man who would let me get it on other bozo, to be a tart, and I found that somebody in the outflank man in the world.

My daddy !

I squeezed Mom 's knocker, wiggling my hips, knowing pappa watched me as much as President Carver. I sucked and nibbled on Mom 's nipple, my pussy juices running down my thighs as they both stared at me.

"Oh, Daughter, you are so afters,"Mom groaned, her hands sliding up my body to my house, youthful boob. She squeezed them, her thumbs sail across my breasts and brushing my nipples."Is n't she, Ian ?"

"Yes,"the chairwoman groaned."She is, Jawdat."

"Mrs. Umayyah,"growled my husband."appearance my slave-wife respect."

"Yes, yes, Mrs. Umayyah,"squeaked the President of the United States."I 'm so distressing for insulting your ... slave-wife."
"And you 're going to fuck her whore-cunt,"growled papa, his voice so throaty. He got off on ordering us to be such sluts.

I loved it.

"You are, Ian,"moaned my mom."My Daughter and I are going to have it away you. So how would you wish us to delight you ?"

My pussy tightened in anticipation. I wanted to be ordered by my guest, to be given dictation. It was so hot to submit. So exciting. My juices leaked down my thighs as I purred about my mother 's nipple. I nibbled on it, waiting.

"You could, um, well,"stammered the president, rubbing at his robe now, his putz peeking out the slit, so pink and in need.

"Just grow some testicle and tell us to wet-nurse your hawkshaw,"Mom said, such condescension in her voice. She needed a real man to order her around.

"suck my dick !"prexy Carver shouted, almost barking in fear of her. Then he cleared his throat and, with Thomas More assurance, said,"Bring your daughter over here. I want you both sucking on my dick."

My mouth popped off my mom 's mammilla. I grinned and said,"Yes, President Carver."

Together, my mom and I flowed to him, our bodies undulating, rose hip brushing each former. juice ran down my second joint. I sucked in such cryptic, trembling breath as I came closer and closer to him. My heart raced, thudding away in my heart. My pussy boiled with excitement. We fell to our human knee before him and opened his robe.

His dick thrust up from his brown bush, his formal not nearly as big as Daddy 's. Nor his putz. But it was fat. Its cinch had stretched out my puss so wonderfully when I fucked him a few days ago at school day. Such a wanton swirl of desire slid through me as I leaned forward with Mom, pa staring at our piece of tail. Our men reached the President 's dick. We grasped him.

"Oh, yes,"he groaned as we licked the tip of his hawkshaw together.

He stared down at us with such lustfulness in his oculus. He craved this so lots. He wanted a mother and her girl to fuck him. He wanted us to lick and nestle at his pecker. To make him cum so hard. He wanted to shower our faces with his jizz.

And we wanted that.

My mom and I were so often alike. I just would n't fuck a man behind Daddy 's back. Only where he directed me. I squirmed my hips, juice running down my second joint as our tongue danced across the tip of his dick. I brushed my mom 's licking organ, our lips caressing as we pleased him. Precum stained both our tongues.

He groaned as we kissed around the border of his dick. I shuddered, loving that I shared this tool with my mother. My aphrodisiacal mommy-slut. I felt so close to her now. I was glad I caught her fucking Clint yesterday. Now she could be who she truly was meant to be.

pappa 's sex slave.

"Damn,"President Carver said, rubbing his hand across his balding point."damn, that 's it. Oooh, female parent and daughter are both woman of the street. Both sluts."

"We are,"I cooed.

"I gave nascency to such a little skank,"Mom moaned.

"And trained me."I glanced at Mom, so thankful she did. I gave her a kiss on the sassing, tasting salty precum on her face.

Then we attacked his prick. Our hand pumped up and down his shaft, Mom 's atop mine. We stroked him as our tongues fluttered across this spongy tip. He groaned, shifting on his sofa, his hairy chest ascension and falling as we pleased him.

The sounds he made do my slit to spring up so wet and juicy. Every lick, every sucking, made my cunt tingle with wicked desires. I whimpered in delight. My kernel hammered in my chest. I clenched my puss so hard as I pleasured him, aching to be filled by his pecker. I flicked my knife up and down his tip, driving him wild.

"Oh, fuck, yes,"he panted.

"Are you going to cum on our faces ?"Mom hissed."Are you going to spurt your grime touchwood on my daughter 's side. On mine ?"

"Are you, chairperson cutter ?"I moaned."On your hardly sound educatee 's face ?"

"Yes !"he groaned."Then you 'll work out each other clean."

"We will,"I panted, our hands stroking his prick faster and faster. His cock twitched in our grip."We 'll snowball it back and forth."

"My slut-Daughter and I will drive you wild."

"So wild !"I cooed."Cum on my our faces, Chief Executive sculptor. Just paint our features. coating us in your spunk !"

"Yes,"he grunted."I will. So practically spunk on your faces. Oh, fuck, yes !"

He shuddered. His gumshoe twitched in our hands, spasming with his passion. Hot pick splattered our faces. We pressed our cheeks tight, opening our lip widely. We wanted to guarantee that he coated us with his spunk. That every drop painted our features and dripped down our faces. I whimpered, my pussy dripping with my excitement as his jizz ran across my features.

It splattered into my backtalk. I tasted the salty cum, loving it while my dada watched. The lounger he sat on creaked. I knew he savored our whorish behavior. He ordered us to do this. He wanted us to be such sluts. ma and daughter prostitutes.

"Yes, yes, yes !"President of the United States Carver grunted as the last blow of cum splattered across our foreheads.

The hot spunk running across our features, Mom and I turned to face each former. We groaned like wanton pussycats. Our tongues bathed each other. We licked and gathered the cum running across each other 's faces. I savored the debauch delight, scooping it up on my glossa and swirling it through my rima oris before gathering more.

I licked up my mom 's chin. Her knife caressed over my frontal bone. We licked towards each other 's lip. I held the spunk in my mouth until we met in a kiss. Then my glossa shoved into her sass, carrying as much jizz as possible.

I met her tongue laden with his spunk.

"Oh, yes,"he groaned, watching us. He stroked his softening cock, eager for his 2d nothingness."Clean each other up, sluts."

Our tongues passed his cum back and forth as Thomas More of his kindling ran down my grimace. I shuddered, loving the nasty moment, this skanky mother/daughter bonding. Our manpower groped each early 's mamilla, squeezing and kneading each other while my slit ...

My pussy dripped with succus.

I whimpered, needing to advert myself. I squirmed as I knelt before the president, my cunt on fervency. But I kept groping my mom 's breast. I squeezed her big tit as our tongue caressed each other until the jizz melted into our mouths.

Our kickshaw gone, we licked up more off of each other.

"shucks,"groaned chair Carver."You two are so depraved. And look at you, Leyla. Squirming like a bawd. Do you have a hot cunt ?"

"A hot, barely legal cunt,"I moaned as Mom licked spunk off my neck, her natural language so warm and wet.

"Mrs. Umayyah, your daughter needs your help,"our client moaned."Eat her twat out right now. Lick up all her naughty juices."

"Yes, Ian,"Mom moaned, her eyes smoldering.

I did n't fight down her as she pushed me down on my backrest. I squeezed my house tits, smiling up at President Carver. He slipped out of his bathrobe entirely and stroked his half-hard dick, watching my mommy-slut pry apart my thigh, exposing my shaved pussy.

I still had a pie-eyed pussy, but with all the fucking I was doing, I doubt it would remain that way for long. Then it would be proof of how often a cocotte I was. Such a slattern.

"Lick my pussy, Mommy,"I moaned."Eat it for our client. We have to please him !"

"Yes, daughter !"

Her silky-black hair spilled over my thighs. I groaned at the caress of her hair. It made me shudder. I sucked in a rich breathing place, my pussy clenching and relaxing. Juices flooded out of me. They trickled down to the crack of my ass as I anticipated the incestuous tangency of our flesh. I stared up at President Carver.

I moaned as Mom licked me.

Her knife danced through my shaved folds. Her lips nuzzled into my cunt. She licked and fluttered her glossa, teasing me. I shuddered in delight. President of the United States Carver jerked his hardening putz faster, his heart smoldering.

"This is what you wanted, is n't it ?"I moaned, squeezing my young tits, so unwavering and pliant in my hands."Watching my mom eat my slit ? You 're such a perv, are n't you ?"

"Yes,"he groaned.

"Lusting after your barely legal bookman. Wanting to have it away our tight bodies."

"I do,"he said, his heart racing so fast."I want to eff you all so hard."

"And you get to have a go at it us ! Me, Kimmy, Kendra, and Izzy. Just hollo my dada and pay him, then you can use any of our bodies whenever you want."

"Yes !"he panted.

I grinned at him and humped against my mom 's hungry mouth. Her glossa felt so astound licking through my pussy. She fluttered it up through my physical structure, making me twitch and moan. I sucked in such cryptical breathing place, my fingers squeezing my mammilla, kneading my delightful breasts. I thumbed my nipple, shooting tingling down to my kitty, meeting the joy Mom churned in my cunt.

I humped against her, grinding my shave cunt on her hungry mouth. She moaned, her glassy middle staring up my physical structure as she feasted. Her hands shoved beneath my butt-cheeks, gripping them, squeezing them.

"That 's it, Mommy-slut,"I moaned."Make me cum while President woodcarver watches. Show him how much of a pussy-whore you are. Ooh, yes, you 're my little cunt-muncher. My mummy muff-diver. Are n't you ?"

"Yes, Daughter,"she moaned."I love eating your slit. It 's so yummy."

I shuddered as she lashed my clit with her knife. She batted it with her nub. I groaned, sucking in oceanic abyss breaths as she swirled around it. My center bulged at the joy she generated. I whimpered, squirming on her as the delight surged through me. I gasped and moaned. My center widened at the everlasting delight she gave me.

"Mommy, yes, lick me right there,"I groaned."Just eat me. Ooh, yes, you 're such a distasteful mamma. You 're eating me out so hard."

"Uh-huh,"she groaned. Her glossa swirled through my bitch."Cum on your mama 's brim, Daughter !"

"Yes,"I hissed. I glanced up at President cutter."She 's going to make me blow up. Do you desire to see that ?"

"Yes !"he groaned.

"Of form you do,"I moaned."You love watching mothers eat their slutty daughter cunts. Mmm, yes, I 'm going to just explode on her mouth."

I shuddered harder, hearing daddy 's zipper rasped. I saw him pull out his putz, finally overcome with lust watching us. He stroked his pecker, staring at me as I humped on Mom 's mouthpiece. I fought the urge to grin at him.

I had to scarf out my client.

Mom 's finger's breadth wormed into my butt-crack as she kneaded my asscheeks. I groaned as she found my sphincter. As she fluttered her tongue through my snatch, she jammed a fingerbreadth into my motherfucker. Pleasure surged through me. I squeezed down on her as the pleasure rippled out of me.

My heart fluttered. I moaned out in delectation. I trembled on the solid ground, sucking in deep intimation as she pumped her finger's breadth in and out of my asshole. She stirred them around, making me squirm and gasp.

The velvety joy rippled out of my intestine and into my snatch. Her tongue occlude deep into my slit. She swirled it around. She drove me uncivilized. I gasped and whimpered. My eyes widened at the delectation of her knife dancing around inside my pussy.

"Oh, yes, mammy,"I whimpered."Oh, that 's it. Just biff my cunt and finger my asshole. Make me cum for President Carver."

"shuffle her cum, fornicatress,"groaned the president.

I shivered, my toes curling. I ground my cunt so hard into my Mom 's backtalk. I let out a whimpering groan of pleasure. I squeezed my thighs about her cheeks, holding her head in topographic point as her fingers reamed in and out of my asshole.

Her spit flicked out of my twat to brush my clit.

firework detonated inside of me.

Incestuous delight surged through me. I gasped and moaned, bucking on the story as my slit creamed her mouth. I flooded her so hard, my pick pouring into her mouth. She drank them down, gulping down the flood of juices gushing out of me.

"Yes, yes, yes, Mommy-slut !"I howled."lick my pussy. toast up all my juices."

"Uh-huh,"President woodcarver groaned, watching me cum on my female parent 's mouth.

And so did Daddy.

Sparks exploded across my vision as I ground on my female parent 's hungry mouth. I whimpered and shuddered. I sucked in such deep hint as she flailed her tongue through my puss. She made my entire body shudder in ecstasy.

My mommy-slave pleased me.

My heart fluttering, my climax spilling through my organic structure, I asked my client,"Now what would you like us to do ?"

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Mrs. Umayyah

Leyla kissed me as she squirmed atop me, our breasts pressed tight. She licked her own pussy juice off my sassing. My wound ass rubbed against the carpet, reminding me that I was a striver. My married man 's striver. And my girl 's slave.

I loved it. It felt so right. I savored Leyla 's lips on mine, her tangy bitch 's flavor tarriance on my lips.

"Yes,"United States President statue maker groaned, kneeling between our cattle ranch undecided thighs as we writhed together."female parent and daughter."

Leyla moaned into my sassing as President statue maker rammed his putz into her scantily legal cunt. She squirmed atop me, our tit kissing as he fucked her. His balls smacked into my clit rubbing against my girl 's bud. joy surged through me.

I groaned and gasped, kissing my daughter harder, sharing this moment. He fucked her like a lady of pleasure. I held her so tight, our bodies squirming and writhing together. Leyla groaned into our kiss, her center fluttering.

And then she whimpered in dashing hopes because it was my turn to groan.

President Carver 's cock, coated in my girl 's kitty-cat juices, rammed into my slit. I shuddered in delight, my whorish, hook up with pussy clenching down on his dick. Silky pleasure rippled through me as he pumped away.

"Oh, god, female parent and daughter ..."he grunted."They both feel so good."

"Uh-huh,"groaned my husband and master, slowly stroking his prick as he watched, his eyes smoldering. He loved this.

"Yes, yes, yes, bed my mommy-slut 's cunt !"Leyla moaned, grinding her clit into mine as she stared down into me."She needs it."

"So does my daughter,"I purred, staring up into my mistress 's eyes."She needs her naughty pussy filled by tool all the time."

"Yes !"president sculpturer groaned.

He ripped his dick out of my pussy and slammed it into my girl 's cunt. She gasped, her youthful face twisting in rapture. She quivered on me, her firm, vernal breasts rubbing on my mature, pillowy mounds.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my bitch !"groaned Leyla."Pound me, chairman sculpturer and ... No !"

He ripped out of her cunt and plowed back into mine, groaning as he sank into the very pussy that birthed my daughter. I shuddered, the delight rippling through my body. I humped up against my daughter 's clit, our two buds fondling and grinding together, adding such naughty pleasance swirling through my depths.

My cunt clenched down hard on our client 's pecker just as he ripped it out, leaving me feeling so empty again. My girl squealed out in delight as she was filled. His gumshoe rammed into her snatch, fucking her so hard. She shuddered and moaned. She got off on it. Her eye rolled back into her head.

"Yes, yes, yes !"she whimpered.

And then he was back fucking my cunt.

"Oh, United States President woodcarver, pound me ! Pound my bawd cunt !"

Back and forth he went, grunting, groaning, panting with his delight. Every metre he buried into my cunt, he brought me secretive and closer to cumming. My grab gripped him as I squirmed beneath my daughter, rubbing our clits together.

But the little whore came first.

Her mouth opened wide with pleasure as her orgasm shuddered through her. She writhed atop me, raining hot osculation across my brass as she squealed out her pleasance. Hot juices flooded over my cunt, pouring out of her juicy astuteness as the pleasure spilled through her body.

United States President Carver grunted, groaned, pounding her scarcely legal cunt harder and harder, staying in her longer than he had before. He enjoyed her spasming around her. I shuddered, so close to my own orgasm, my daughter 's clit rubbing on mine, tribbing me.

"Cum in her depths,"I groaned to President George Washington Carver."Just unleash a flood of punk in her."

"Yes !"squealed my daughter.

But our client new what he wanted. He pulled out of my daughter and rammed into my mature snatch. I shuddered at the feel of him pumping away as my daughter continued bucking atop me, her orgasm rolling through her body. I just shuddered as he grunted.

"Fuck !"he snarled.

Hot cum pumped into my marry pussy. My hubby and Master watched as a man who 'd paid to have sex with me, spilled his cum into my cunt. My pussy clenched down on the spurting rooster, hot jizz spilling through me.

I erupted.

My puss convulsed about his dick. I spasmed beneath my daughter. She grinned down at me, hearing the pleasure busting from my rim. I convulsed into her body, sliding her atop me as so much spunk filled my snatch.

"That 's it, Mommy-whore,"groaned Leyla."Ooh, yes, you love it. You love being a slut-slave !"

"I do !"I howled, stars dancing before my eyes, darkness fuzzing across my vision."It 's where I belong."

"Yes, yes, yes !"Leyla hissed, squirming harder on me. Then she looked over her shoulder."What would you like next, chairperson Carver ?"

"To see a father fuck his daughter !"

Leyla squealed in delight.

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Leyla Umayyah

beingness paid to fuck my daddy was the most exciting moment in my lifespan. My pussycat dripped with succus as I knelt on my hands and genu, wiggling my rose hip. President statue maker sat on his sofa nursing a beer, his pecker drip in the mix of my mom 's and my juices. It was so wicked.

"Fuck me, pop !"I moaned as Mom spread out before me, following United States President sculpturer 's orders."Fuck your daughter-slut 's tight cunt !"

"Yes !"he growled, rubbing his cock against my juicy cunt. He rubbed his dick up and down it, teasing me, making me throb in anticipation.

"Yes,"President Carver said, such turpitude in his spokesperson to witness our folk incest."Fuck her so knockout while she eats out her whore-mother 's cunt."

"I 'll pig her, President sculpturer,"I moaned then licked my lips.

Mom scooted cheeseparing enough, the prexy 's cum running out of her twat. I buried my face into her pussy and licked her severely. My tongue dived through her congregation, gathering the salty cum that spilled out of her onto my thirsty tongue.

Daddy rammed his putz hard into my pussy. I moaned into Mom 's cunt, trapped between my parents. Such deprave, incestuous lusts surged through me. I groaned and whimpered, swiveling my hips, stirring pa 's cock around in my zany while I probed my tongue deep into Mom 's snatch.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck our daughter, my master !"Mom moaned, humping her puss against me, her hands playing with her big knocker."She loves it. She 's squealing into my cunt."

"Yes, she does,"growled pappa."My little efflorescence lovemaking being fucked by me."

"I do, daddy !"I squeezed my pussy down on his dick, his peter reaching so deep into my barely sound cunt."Fuck me ! Pound me ! Make me cum while I eat Mommy-slut 's snatch !"

"Oh, fuck, yes,"groaned chairman statue maker, watching the live, incestuous porn.

Daddy pounded me so hard. He rammed his dick into me with such deeply, intemperate thrusting. I whimpered and shuddered. Such rapture surged through me. Every time he plunged into my pussy, waves of tingling delight washed through my body.

My tongue lapped through Mom 's faithful as I wiggled my articulatio coxae. I gathered up all the yummy cum I could, knowing President cutter watched with such hot eyes as I feasted on my mom 's cunt. My tongue licked and lapped through her bend, driving her so wild.

She whimpered. She moaned. She squeezed her thighs about my face as I licked her clean. Daddy 's thrusts pressed my mouth so tight to mum 's snatch. I shuddered, trapped between them, pleasing the two mass who brought me into this man, the two people who created me.

I loved being a hussy. I loved pleasing everyone I could, especially my hunky pappa and my whore mommy.

"My short flower,"growled Daddy, thrusting so hard into me. His lowering balls smacked into my pussy. My clit drank in the impact. Such piddling Muriel Spark flew through me. I gasped and whimpered. The pleasure surged through my body.

"Cum in her, my master key,"Mom moaned, humping against me."Cum in the minuscule hussy 's cunt. Breed her while President George Washington Carver watches."

"Yes !"gasped the president."strain your daughter !"

My eyes widened at how hot that sounded. I knew I might be significant rightfield now. I had been having sex all week without auspices. But I knew if I did get knocked up, it would be Daddy 's baby. His mighty sperm would fertilize my seed over any of the boys and men I 'd fucked.

"Yes, yes, breed me, pappa !"I gasped into mummy 's pussy.

He grunted, thrusting harder and harder into my cunt. He pounded me so hard. His private parts smacked into my rump. His Lucille Ball hammered my clitoris. I shuddered, my heart rolling back into my mind as the transport surged through me. Such wondrous joy. It had me shuddering and shivering. I whimpered in utter delight.

He churned me up to a hot froth.

He drove me wild.

His tool would cover me. His heavy balls, smacking over and over into my button, contained so much of his semen. He would pump it into my puss and make me burst on his rooster. I squealed into my mom 's pussy, my pussy clamping down so hard on his thrusting dick.

While President cutter watched, I came on my daddy 's dick.

My cunt writhed about his thrusting hawkshaw. Wave of rapture spilled through my body, churned by his hard dip. He grunted as I plowed into him. I shuddered, nuzzling my face into my mom 's tangy pussy, tasting her pick and the president 's cum.

"Cum in me, Daddy !"I howled, genius dancing before my optic."Breed me ! Breed your petty bloom !"

"Knock our slutty girl up, my Master !"

"Yes !"groaned our client.

Daddy rammed his dick into my spasming pussy. His cum erupted. Hot jizz shooter into me profoundness. My middle widened as I moaned into mommy 's pussy. I plunged my spit deep into her profundity, swirling around as blast after blast of fat seed pumped into my depths.

And I just knew it, somehow, that papa was breeding me right now. That his spermatozoan would discover my egg. I would sway his babe. It hit me with such certainty as my cunt milked his dick dry, my dead body shuddering in rapture.

"You 're breeding her, my Master !"screamed mum, her physical structure bucking and heave, smearing her cunt across my look."Yes, yes, yes, yes !"

She came.

Our family writhed together in passion as daddy pumped the last blast of his spunk into my pussy. I shuddered, so glad Mommy trained me to be a slut. My heart rolled back into my head as I welcomed every blast of hot spunk into my cunt.

"My piddling flower,"Daddy groaned, so full of love and satiated pleasure.

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Mrs Umayyah

My speech sound vibrated in my bird pocket as I said,"I want these problems completed by tomorrow. No excuses. You can do them."

The boy all nodded. They all sat up front, so eager to ogle my body in my skimpy dresses, my nipple almost falling out of my bodices, the blotto skirt clinging to my thighs. My husband and Master had selected my clothing for month now, controlling me utterly.

One boy, Greg, gave me such a grin as the other pupil filed out of my classroom. Such a naughty shudder ran through me was I pulled out my headphone. My snatch soaked the flip-flop I wore as I checked the notification.

"You will fuck Greg during your lunch period, slut,"Karim texted me.

My digit typed,"Yes, my Master."

I stopped before Greg 's desk and lifted my wench."Would you like to remove my panties ?"

"Fuck, yeah, Mrs. Umayyah !"he groaned, the pimply-faced boy almost jizzing right there on the spot.

I smiled. I loved my new life as a whore and a sex slave. Six calendar month in, and I never wanted to go back. My married man and captain controlled me utterly. He gave me just what I needed. He made for sure I was treated like a slut.

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Leyla Umayyah

I smiled at the lot of Kimmy on her deal and knees being fucked from behind by Jalal on his bed. Her little tit bounced. She had her blonde hair in pigtails, swaying about her brass. Nine months, and they were still dating strong. She even wore a collar that read :"Jalal 's Property."

Of track, she still fucked her Daddy. A girl could never stop doing that. Plus, all the customers my dad found for her to service.

Like me, she was a slut to her bones.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me so hard !"Kimmy moaned."Just ram that peter into me, Jalal. I need it so badly !"

The sister monitor in my hand squawked. The speech sound of the infant battle cry made my nipples bead with milk. Last week, I gave birth to a beautiful daughter. I shivered and closed my trivial brother 's door, leaving him to his fun.

I smiled at the visual modality of little Muna in her trot, her dusky face scrunched up as she cried. The DNA mental test proved she was Daddy 's daughter. He 'd bred me just like I thought. It was so wonderful to experience created a life with him.

I scooped her up, cradling her in my implements of war, so well-chosen in my new animation. So glad my mother had trained me to be a slut. I never would have become Daddy 's wife nor have gained my mamma as a sex hard worker if she had n't. I never would have the pleasure of fucking so many guys and gallon. I would have repressed my desires, forcing myself to turn a skillful, Muslim woman.

Until it exploded out of me like it had with Mom.

And when my daughter was old enough, I 'd make sure she understood there was zilch awry with her sexuality. She could search it however she wanted. And maybe daddy would spawn a boy in me, a pal for Muna to explore with.

I was such a slut.

The END