Daughter 's Slut breeding
( An Incestuous hareem tale )
Chapter Fourteen : Mommy 's Naughty punishment
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

Note : Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this !

Mrs. Umayyah

I used to be a soundly Muslim woman. A faithful wife. A loving mother. And then this Whitney Young man, Clint, awakened the slut in me. I shuddered as I stared up at him as my mouthpiece engulfed his dick fresh out of my arse. It tasted so sour. I whimpered, sucking on his dirty dig, cleaning him the way a sporting lady would.

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

My asshole still burned from the force of his push. He had fucked my intestine so hard. His cum dribbled out of my sphincter, staining my crack cocaine as it ran down to my thick bush adorning my pussy. I wiggled in delight, as practically of a harlot as the four female child being gangbanged out in the other room.

Clint had made me into a hussy, and then I made my girl into one. I channeled all those luxuria I was feeling into her to try and abnegate them. But now I reveled in them. I bobbed my head, slobbering on his dick as he stared down at me, his dark center so strong, his fists clenching. He sucked in bass breaths.

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

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

I moaned about her stepbrother 's dick, liking the feel.

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

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

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

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

She swirled her knife around my knit hole. I shuddered, sucking so hard on Clint 's dick. My tongue danced around his light beam in mimic of Lee 's, cleaning off more of my sour musk. That sordid savour faded with every moment.

I did n't need it to.

Lee 's fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. Her spit probed into my arse. 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 blood brother 's, her Master 's, dick.

"That 's it,"Clint growled,"clean off every nasty bit of your ass, you married fornicatress. What would your hubby 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 love and obey him. But did I screw him ? I thought I did, but I had no guilt over what I was doing. My lustfulness ruled me.

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

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

And loved it.

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

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

I wanted that, too. I bobbed my backtalk, sucking and slobbering over his dick. The feeling of my glowering musk had almost faded, but his salty precum coated my tongue. I swirled it around the tip of his cock, gathering more while making his sinewy chest shudder.

He grabbed my whisker, grunting and fucking his hammer into my mouth. I gasped as his cock hit the binding of my throat and kept going. I swallowed him. His shaft slid down my pharynx. I felt like such a lady of pleasure as my lips pressed into his bush. His cock was so abstruse in me.

"shtup !"Clint groaned, his font twisting.

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

As nothing more than the sporting lady I was.

My sexual climax exploded through me. My kitty convulsed. juice squirted down my thighs. I moaned about his shaft as it kept firing cum into my breadbasket. He groaned and grunted as his pleasure surged through him.

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

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

I loved it. Being a slut. A whore.

I stared up at Clint as he grunted a terminal meter, expiation crossing his grimace. I gave him pleasance, and he made me cum.

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Leyla Umayyah

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

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

"God, I kept cumming and cumming,"Kendra said, her pitch black consistency glistening as she wiggled her butt into the atomiser, her fingers sliding through her fissure, washing the boys'touchwood out of her asshole."Thanks for showing us what it 's like to be a adulteress, Leyla."

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

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

Daddy had to have it off about Mom.

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

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

So many rattling orgasms.

And my slut-mother had to ruin it !

"My mother is a cheating working girl !"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 gentle boy. He 's not a man like my male parent. A man expects his wife to be faithful."I clenched my fists.

"Why should your female parent be faithful ?"Izzy asked."I mean, your dad fucks you. You 're bringing Kimmy home plate so he can jazz her, too."

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

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

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

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

"Well ..."I frowned then shake my head."You just do n't empathize. She 's his married woman ! She 's cheating on him behind his back !"

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

"She sent me to his bed !"I gave Izzy a concentrated smell."She was there the first clock time he fucked me. She told him he could bonk Kimmy. But she never mentioned anything to Dad about fucking my comrade, and she ..."My optic widened."Oh, my god, she was fucking person else all last night. Maybe Clint ? Or another of her students ! 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 papa 's cum I licked out of her snatch !"I let out a scream of deceive disgust."Ooh, she 's so horrible."

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

I glared at my Quaker. Izzy nodded her headspring. I whipped around to look at Kimmy, my black hair swaying wet behind her."Do you think she 's amazing for being a lady of pleasure ?"

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

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

"Yeah, being Muslim made you and your female parent sooooo different from us,"Izzy said before slapping off her shower bath."You really think you 're honest than us ? You had your Brother fuck you before 50 or LX Guy. Then you went and fucked a adept half of those. Yep, just a citadel of morality you are. Showing us slutty American language girls how horrifying we are."

I flushed."I 'm not better than you. I did n't imply that. But my mother should be. She married him. She swore her cuss to be faithful and supportive. She should have talked to Daddy about it or something. She should n't cause cheated on him !"I smacked my exhibitioner off, the ardent water cutting off to a few drips."And I 'm going to secernate 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 upset look entered her oculus 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 minuscule tits into my wet, rung breasts. I think she would fix a gravid sister. I really hoped things kept working out between her and my brother.

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

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

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Mrs. Umayyah

The guilt brushed my heart when I walked into the house with Kimmy, Leyla, and Jalal trailing behind me. My husband, Karim, walked into the entree hallway from the living way, staring at me with dark middle. I could still feel the lovingness of Clint 's cum in my stomach, my asshole still aching from his hard driving force. My husband had no idea I was such a whore.

"How was the slumber political party ?"Karim asked.

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

He gripped her ass with his unassailable, manly hands. I shivered. He had Clint 's effectiveness, squeezing Leyla 's bum like he owned her as he pulled her tight against him. She melted against his self-colored form, moaning like a lilliputian trollop. My kitty itched, remembering Clint mastering my body.

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

Would my husband ask about the slumber party ? Probably not. At to the lowest degree I did n't own to worry about my daughter. She would n't recite my hubby about terminal nighttime. I 'd already convinced her not to tell him at all about being a tart. I could consider on her discretion. And tomorrow ... Tomorrow the twain of us would have so much fun with star Carver. He paid so practically money to know us both. I could n't wait, my kitty getting so juicy.

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

ire surged through me. My baby boy needed to be protected from that beguiling, blonde hike. Kimmy looked so innocent, with her flyspeck skeleton and Methedrine, 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 female parent to show him the truth.

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

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

My cunt clenched."Yes, right now. You can encounter with the little whore later. In fact, your sister promised your father a naughty kickshaw. Kimmy 's here for him, not you."

"Yes, Mrs Umayyah,"Kimmy, my niggling fancy woman, said. She remembered I was her brothel keeper, selling her twat to whoever I wanted. She gave Jalal 's hand a credit crunch 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 knocker bouncing in it. I had no underwear on underneath. Behind me, Kimmy joined my husband and daughter, nuzzling her"innocent"face into the incestuous kiss.

Karim groaned in delight with two barely effectual fornicatress 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 baby. I would return him everything he needed. If he needed a hot puss or sucking mouth to delight, I would put up for him. He did n't need 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 pitch-black hair. I let it drop to the floor as my finger's breadth went to the clit of my dress. He stared at me with such thirstiness, rubbing his hands on his thighs. He was a slender boy, not broad-shouldered like his male parent or older brother. It made me just want to smother him in parental love.

"Kimmy,"I said, exposing more and more than of my boastfully, dusky breasts with every push I undid.

He shifted.

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

He shrugged.

"You had sex with her this morning."

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

"She 's a trollop,"I said, baring my tits to my son. I wiggled my hips as I shrugged out of the arm. The blue, bourgeois dress fell down my waist. It held there for a moment, but my careen worked it over my curves. It fluttered down my second joint, baring my black bush to my son, and landed in a puddle on the floor."She 's a whore. You saw her getting fucked by all those male child. How much she loved it."

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

"Joy ?"I said."She was a cyprian ! You ca n't give your heart to a whore."I moved forward. Below, my hubby let out a baseless moan of passion.

I could only imagine the naughty matter that petty whore and my daughter were getting up to. Leyla and Kimmy would distract my husband for hours, giving me plenty of time to love my sister boy.

I put my hand over his covering his crotch, squeezing his fingerbreadth into his bulge. His other hand seized my chest, squeezing it with such a nerve. He may be shy, but he could withdraw what he wanted when aroused.

Like he has my anal virginity.

"You deserve salutary,"I purred, my former script sliding beneath his shirt, caressing his slender body. He had such a inclination feel about him. I rose higher, making him shudder, his hand clenching hard on my tit."You deserve a adult female who is pure. piece of tail Kimmy all you want, but do n't love her. If you need a woman to be intimate, your mammy is here for you."

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

I flinched at that.

"She 's so wanton away and naughty. She enjoys it. She puts her heart into being a trollop while looking just so innocent."He squeezed his cock beneath my handwriting."Mom, she 's astonishing to determine. Did n't you see her ? Her blonde hair dancing about her font as she took all those peter. 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 point."You ca n't fall in love life with a slut."

"Why not ? You 're one. I love you, Mom."His fingerbreadth found my mamilla. He pinched and rolled it, sending shudders through me."You 're amazing, Mom. You convinced Leyla to be a lady of pleasure. 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 rooster. I had to fix this. I had to solve this problem. I stroked my son, staring into his middle, and said,"No, no, you have to—"

The bedroom door crashed open.

I whirled around, my hand squeezing down on my son 's putz, and found my naked husband clutching Leyla 's headphone in his hand. His swarthy, muscular body bulged with craze. His dim beard bristled like a midst bramble of spikelet. And his eyes ... His center burned with rage.

I flinched back.

"What is this, Jawdat !"he growled, his eyes falling on my hired hand 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 center. He knew I 'd cheated on him. But how ... ?

Leyla.

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

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

A video played.

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

My daughter had been so shocked to ascertain me fucking her brother. She thought ...

She thought I was a good, Muslim woman before. That I was what she always wanted to be. She never thought I could betray on my hubby, 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 help out my sons, or to help her to be a slut. I knew I made her read why I was doing such wanton away things. I even had my story for tomorrow all figured out. How I would"reluctantly"agree to fuck Principal George Washington 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 busy ..."

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

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

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

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

"Oh, no,"I groaned.

It was taken only an hour ago. There I was, on my hand and articulatio genus, as Clint fucked my ass. You could hear me begging him to plow me, calling him"Master."My husband 's face turned into a raging inferno. I quivered beneath the righteousness of his anger.

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

The telephone shook with Erinyes in Karim 's grip. The plastic shell groaned as his fingers clenched around it.

"You ! Were ! His ! Slave !"

"I—"

"You let him eff your ass ! You sucked his cock clean ! You never did that for me ! For your hubby ! But you could be your student 's cocotte ? His striver !"

"It 's just—"

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

"I—"

He yanked me out of the elbow room, pulling so hard. pain flared at the etymon of my fuzz. I bent over, my huge titmouse swaying before me as I stumble balmy him. He marched forward with all the power of a boulder crashing down a pitcher's mound, nothing equal to of stopping him.

Tears burned in my eyes. My wedlock was all over. But it was n't fair. I was just satiating my lustfulness like he did with our girl. 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 kick in me what I needed. He did n't care for me like a slut.

"My husband, what are—"

"Husband !"he roared as he hauled me down the stairs, his every step booming."married man ! After you called that boy Master you dare predict me hubby !"His bridge player twisted, twining my whisker around his fist, and yanked me closer to him. I gasped, almost falling down the stair as I hurried after him. He reached the landing, hauled me to the living 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 pupil !"

"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 lie with you all night long !"

"Just a whore !"my married man growled."A foul harlot. You are my wife no longer !"

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

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

"slave ?"I gasped.

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

Something settled into place inside of me. Something that Clint had originally awakened in me that first clip I peered through the spyhole and saw him with his harem of babe and his aunt. The way he mastered them. The way he dominated them and turned them into his adulteress.

Into his slaves.

My pussy grew juicy even as I trembled in fear. My hubby reached his reclining chair. He sank down naked, his tool thrusting thick and hard from his wiry pubic pilus. He was as hung as Clint and my firstborn son. Jalal was only a piffling pocket-sized than them. I did n't balk Karim 's strength as he hauled me over his lap, my tits pressing against the armrest, my legs dangling over the early side. I felt his putz 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 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 vacillation, groaned,"You own my body, master ! I 'm your slave-wife !"

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

His hand rose and up and then smacked down so hard on my butt-cheek. A snap slap, thundering like a lightning bolt, echoed through the living room. pain in the neck roared through me. torment exploded across my rump. I gasped out, my pussycat clenching at the strong suit of my penalization. My ass burned. binge stung my eyes, rained down my face. I sucked in breaths against the agony.

go !

His second blow fell on my other butt-cheek. I spasmed so backbreaking across his lap. My head teacher lifted up. I screamed out in infliction as my husband, my lord, disciplined me. He was right. I was such a harlot. A slut. I let all those other men, even my sons, use what belonged to him. I swore to be his faithful married woman 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 !"

whirl !

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

sally !

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

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

cranny !

"I 'm your whore, my overlord !"I moaned."This clock time ... This time I wo n't let on my cuss to you !"

wisecrack !

"Filthy !"he snarled.

crack cocaine !

"Cheating !"

CRACK !

"Cunt !"

"I am, my Master !"I moaned, rip falling down my side."I 'm disgusting ! You should beat me !"

There was one difference between us : I gave him permission to roll in the hay our daughter. I never gave him the same choice to consecrate my affairs. I just acted on my luxuria. I violated our marriage to binge my own slit behind his back. I was such a slut. A whore. I needed to be controlled. Just like Leyla did. Or I would fuck everyone. I would just spread my thighs and let any man enter me.

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

"I am a filthy, cheating working girl, my master key !"My ass burned so very much."Punish me !"

CRACK !

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

He could master me the way Clint did his auntie Vicky and his half-sister Lee. My husband could keep in line my lusts, transport them. He would direct me. He would tell me which men to bonk and how. I could let him make all the decisions.

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

CRACK !

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

wisecrack !

Such agony blazed through me. The tears poured down my case. My husband and Master reinforced his controller over me with every smack of his all-inclusive hand. He proved himself strong enough to own my physical structure. To punish me for being a whore.

go !

I could feel my girl and son watching my field of study, witnessing their sire controlling my slutty trunk. Kimmy knelt before Jalal, her back talk wrapped about his cock, bobbing her fountainhead. Would Jalal own the strength to master Kimmy, to make her his slut and see to it her whorish pussy ? He would n't desert her.

He needed to discover 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 mother, and he needed to see how one acted. I shuddered, loving the pleasure rippling across his face as his hip joint thrust forward, fucking his prick in and out of Kimmy 's mouth.

The blond slut moaned her wanton passion as she pleased my baby boy.

Then I noticed Leyla watching, fingering her knock off puss. She rubbed her digits up and down her juicy grab, getting off on watching my penalisation. She was right to separate her father. I needed this. Maybe ... Maybe I was so reckless, fucking so many guys, so my hubby would find out what I was.

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

fracture !

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

fracture !

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

cracking !

"My Master !"I howled."I 'll be yours ! I 'll do whatever you want ! I 'll have it off you right now. I can finger 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, miserly snatch to please me ? I might never fuck you again. I might just lock you into a cage to keep back you from letting you use that dirty kidnapping. I 'll give you learn as your daughter enjoys my tool dark and day."

My oculus widened. I wanted to rebel, to call out, but ... But ... He sounded so strong. I had to reconcile to him. Even if he never let me cum again. My passions would just ramp up and work up in me, driving me wild until I became a lousy creature masturbating in a cage, rubbing my cunt against the stripe, just so heroic for satisfaction.

"Yes, my Master !"I moaned."You have to fuck our girl 's hardly legal cunt. You have to palpate that stringent pussy about your tool ! She 's better than me."I shuddered at saying those words. Leyla was better than me. She was honest with her father about fucking former cat. She did n't try to hide out it.

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

I deserved my punishment.

CRACK !

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

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

"Watch our girl take your berth. On my pecker. In our bed. I 'll lay down her my wife and you ... You 'll just be our slave. Our whore."

"And what about early guy rope, pa ?"Leyla asked."I ... I like being fucked by lashings of men. I love you, dad, I do. I would truly cherish being your woman. Your married woman. But ... I 'm like mother, I need to be used."

My hubby grinned at her."You 're my loose woman, too. You fuck whom I say you can, my small flower."

"Yes, pappa,"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 purulent shaved and gleaming with her juices. My puss was just as wet. I wanted to cum so badly.

I quivered as I listened to her buss my hubby. He was her hubby now, too, her Daddy-husband. It was so unseasonable, so taboo. I shuddered. My manus clenched my second joint to stand shoving between my second joint and rub my cunt. My ass burned. I could n't sit down. I had to kneel and ascertain 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 pandar now. Mom had tried to be that, but he would do such a better job whoring me out. For one, he would n't want to bonk my node as much as I did.

Dad broke our kiss. I shuddered, leaning back, my circle 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 waist, and turned me around. He dropped me on his lap, his hammer nudging at my ass. I faced my kneel mother, her brass stained with tears, her obscure eyes smoldering with passion. Her breast quivered, her nipples hard, and puss succus stained her toned thigh, dribbling from her whore-cunt.

I could consume become her. If I never had my trollop training, I would have married a good, Muslim man, like my brother Jalal, and one day, I would have cheated on him like she did. My whorish lust would consume consumed me. I would deliver violated my vows over and over.

But now ... Now dada knew what I was. He 'd seen me lie with Jalal before, jerking his dick, loving the sight of my wanton doings. Like with my fiddling sidekick and Kimmy, Daddy 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 laborious today.

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

I gasped as daddy lifted my hips with his warm manus, his dick sliding along my butt until it nudged at my pussy. Mom grabbed his light beam, holding it steady against my cunt 's entrance. All my thoughts fled my mind as Daddy slammed me down his dick.

His incestuous shaft filled me.

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

"Please him, my little fornicatress,"Mom moaned, staring at my cunt impaled on daddy 's shaft with such hunger.

"I will, female parent,"I moaned.

"Yes !"Daddy grunted.

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

joy spilled through my trunk. My twat savored his dick sliding in and out of me. The silky detrition sent pleasure washing through my body. My heart fluttered. I let out such wanton whine. It felt so amazing being filled by pop 's cock.

He pumped me up and down his prick faster and faster. My eyes rolled back as I swiveled my pelvis from side-to-side. Such let loose transport consumed me. It was amazing. I groaned and whimpered. My pelvic girdle swiveled, stirring Daddy 's dick through my cunt.

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

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

He slammed me quicker and faster on his pecker while Mom trembled before me. She stared with such hunger at my pussy. She licked her lips, quivering in delectation. Her deal 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 lick my clit, Daddy ?"I moaned."Can your naughty slave impart me more than pleasure, pop ?"

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

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

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

Pleasure shuddered through me. Mom 's tongue sparked rapture through my twat. It rained like glowing coal from a detonated firework, tightening my snatch on pop 's dick. I whimpered, trembling as he pumped me up and down his dick, working me so hard.

Her glossa fluttered. It swirled. Her sass even sucked.

The pleasure surged through me. My pussy grew hotter. My orgasm swelled, my parents driving me angry. My slut-body drank in the joy of Daddy 's peter and mama 's lingua. My back arched, rubbing into Daddy 's chest. His beard scratched at my neck and right shoulder.

"papa !"I squealed."I 'm going to cum on your hawkshaw !"

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

He slammed me so hard down his dick, impaling me on the full cinch of his shaft. I whimpered, my eye fluttering as my grab clenched down so heavily on his gumshoe. My dead body bucked. My leg spasmed out before me.

My pussy convulsed.

I came.

My moans sang through the elbow room. Jalal and Kimmy, her lips stained with my chum '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 clit, adding more rapture to the delight flooding through me.

"pop ! mammy !"I howled, sharing in the joy of their new relationship.

Mom nipped my clit.

My pussy convulsed so hard around Daddy 's turncock, massaging it. I wanted his cum flooding my body. I wanted to pick up him grunt in rapture. I squirmed against him, rubbing my rachis on his hard chest as he gripped my hips.

"Daddy ! Cum in me !"

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

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

I squealed out so cheap as another sexual climax shot through me. My stage spasmed out alongside Mom. My pussycat convulsed so tough on pa 's dick. My snatch milked him, aching for his cum to spurt into my astuteness. To ease up me that incestuous kickshaw I craved so badly.

Instead, Daddy hauled me completely off his cock. I gasped, my cunt suddenly so empty. I did n't have anything in me. I felt so empty. I whimpered in indigence until I felt his prick moving. Mom, still sucking on my clit, stared up at me as she guided his dick to my cocksucker. She knew what her hubby and victor wanted from me.

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

"My fiddling peak !"he snarled and slammed my gut down his dick.

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

Mom 's mouth nuzzled into my pussy.

I squealed, my arse clenching on daddy 's cock, as Mom feasted on my cunt. daddy 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 hunger. Her optic were vitreous with delight as she tasted my cunt. She nuzzled through my folds, licking and fluttering her clapper, teasing me. I squirmed and moaned, another orgasm already building in me as dada plundered my asshole over and over.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, my eyes rolling back into my fountainhead. ace danced across my vision."Eat my cunt, slut !"

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

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

The front line door opened and closed. The final stage appendage of our family walked into the bread and butter elbow room. Faizel grinned at the quite a little. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his dusky chest. He had dada 's muscular body, but lacked that sexy, manly beard.

"shucks, 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 succeeding gangbang !"

"Yes !"grunted Daddy.

He slammed my mother fucker down his stopcock. I took him to the hilt again. My bowels clenched about his dick. Velvety hotness burned through my nethers, heating my pussy. More of my juices poured into Mom 's mouth as Daddy grunted.

"My minuscule flower !"

His cum pumped into my bastard. I groaned in delight, a third orgasm bursting through me. My pussy spasmed so hard. My juices squirted out of my cunt right into Mom 's athirst mouth. I drenched her boldness while pop filled my bowels with his spunk.

It was so tremendous to plowshare 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 headspring as the transport surged through me.

Our family had changed. And I could n't wait to research it.

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Mrs Umayyah

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

I licked that sour-infused jizz off my sassing, reveling in the incestuous mix of their flavors. Then my eyes fell on my husband and Master 's prick, an oily glimmer coating it, a mix of her pussycat juices and anal musk. I could smell out her ointment mixed with that blistering 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 groan, wiggling my hips. My ass burned. My pussy dripped. I grabbed my husband 's second joint to save from frigging myself. I whimpered in pure need as I stared up at him, begging as I cleaned his dick of tangy and sullen juices.

"Faizel, you can use your slave-mother 's slit 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 over 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 larrup butt-cheeks.

"He did !"I moaned as botheration shaft 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 hard feel as I kept licking his father 's softening pecker. I fluttered up to my overlord 's crown, swirling around it, then locked my back talk about it. I sucked hard, drawing out a drop cloth of cum as I cleaned off our daughter 's ass from his mouth.

And stared up at my husband and master key the entire time.

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

Wonderful.

In the background knowledge, Leyla squealed,"Eat my ass, Kimmy !"

Jalal groaned.

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

"Fuck your mother 's cunt, then,"my married man and Master groaned, his hawkshaw growing hard now in my sucking mouth. He shifted on the chair, looking as substantial and fine-looking as the day I swore to be his faithful wife.

This time, I would be his congregation slave.

I moaned about his hammer as Faizel rammed into my pussy. My whorish snatch clenched down so hard on it. Then pain knifed through me. His private parts smacked my burning asshole. Every time he buried into me, he would remind me of my punishment.

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

My married man and Master.

I sucked so hard on his tool. My breast rubbed against the chair as I bobbed my rima oris. Karim 's gumshoe reached its good girth in a minute, pleasure crossing his beard face. He groaned as I sucked as unvoiced as I could, bobbing my mouth, inspired by our son 's hard thrusts.

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

"Fuck your slovenly woman so hard while she eats my ass, little brother !"Leyla squealed.

I shuddered, my rosehip squirming around my son 's great cock spearing into my snatch 's depth. I savored our new family dynamic. I bobbed my mouth so fast, sucking on my husband and sea captain 's peter the way I always should have. I should have been his whore 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 return him all the delight 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 tartness degeneracy. My cunt squeezed down so hard 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 rapture about my husband and victor 's turncock. My pussycat exploded. My orgasm raged through me. My cunt convulsed on Faizel 's dick.

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

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

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

"poop !"Faizel groaned, his poke causing wave after undulation of incestuous rapture to flood through my body. Stars danced across my vision.

My orgasm intensified.

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

"You 're such a fornicatress, Mom !"

His cum fired into me.

"lease it, whore ! Take it all !"

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

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

Another orgasm convulsed through my body.

"Yes !"Faizel grunted as I milked his cock, massaging out every driblet of cum in his Ball."diddly, Mom !"

I pleased my son and my lord. I trembled in ecstatic delight. I had a new place in the domain. I had transcended being a slut and turn a striver. It made my soundbox quiver even more. As my orgasm peaked, I knew my hubby and sea captain would see my pussy satiated by dick 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 married man and Master grunted a final fourth dimension, the endure blast of cum spurted into my belly. He hauled my mouth off his dick, staring into my optic. Drool dribbled down my chin as I sucked in a rich breath.

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

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

To be concluded ...