daughter 's slut training
( An Incestuous Harem Story )
Chapter Fourteen : Mommy 's Naughty Punishment
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

bill : Thanks to wrc264 for Beta reading this !

Mrs. Umayyah

I used to be a good Moslem woman. A faithful wife. A loving female parent. And then this young man, Clint, awakened the slut in me. I shuddered as I stared up at him as my mouth engulfed his dick fresh out of my asshole. It tasted so sour. I whimpered, sucking on his dirty spear, cleaning him the way a sporting lady would.

I did n't give care about anything but satiating my desires. My brass 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 military force of his thrusts. He had fucked my bowels so hard. His cum dribbled out of my sphincter, staining my crack as it ran down to my thick President George W. Bush adorning my slit. I wiggled in delight, as much of a harlot as the four girls being gangbanged out in the former room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She swirled her lingua around my crumple hole. I shuddered, sucking so hard on Clint 's dick. My spit danced around his shaft in mimic of Lee 's, cleaning off more than of my sour musk. That dirty flavor faded with every moment.

I did n't need it to.

Lee 's fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. Her tongue probed into my cocksucker. She swirled it around before scooping out her stepbrother 's incestuous cum. She dove her natural language over and over into my bowels, teasing me, driving me to idolise her pal 's, her passkey 's, dick.

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

Karim would hate me. I was supposed to be his sodding married woman, to never cheat on him. I was supposed to be intimate and obey him. But did I bang him ? I thought I did, but I had no guilt over what I was doing. My lusts 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 dick, shuddering as Lee probed her tongue as deep into my cocksucker 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 snatch dripped with succus. Lee 's probing commingle with the hot charge of cleaning Clint 's cock had an orgasm building inside of me. Hot delight rippled out of my asshole, warming my slit. I squirmed, my clit ache and throbbing. Juices dripped down my thighs.

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

I wanted that, too. I bobbed my sassing, sucking and slobbering over his tool. The flavor of my sour musk had almost faded, but his salty precum coated my tongue. I swirled it around the tip of his turncock, gathering more while making his sinewy bureau shudder.

He grabbed my hair, grunting and fucking his cock into my oral fissure. I gasped as his dick hit the back of my pharynx and kept going. I swallowed him. His diaphysis slid down my throat. I felt like such a whore as my backtalk pressed into his bush. His tool was so deeply in me.

"Fuck !"Clint groaned, his fount twisting.

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

As nothing More than the whore I was.

My orgasm exploded through me. My kitty convulsed. juice squirted down my thighs. I moaned about his cock 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 just striver. Just letting your superior use you, slut."

I whimpered and trembled. hotshot fusillade before my center. I wiggled my articulatio coxae, Lee 's tongue still squirming through my spasming intestine, sending new rippling of heating plant through my soundbox while I drowned in my whorish lust.

I loved it. Being a slut. A whore.

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

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Leyla Umayyah

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

"Yeah,"Izzy nodded on the other side, scrubbing her big tits, a grinning on the carrottop 's lips.

"God, I kept cumming and cumming,"Kendra said, her coal black torso glistening as she wiggled her butt into the spray, her fingerbreadth sliding through her crack, washing the boy'spunk out of her dickhead."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 pop. She was a jade, just like me. But a matrimonial slovenly woman. I had n't given myself to a man, promised to be only his, and then fucked others behind her back. I was mostly alright with her fucking my brothers, at least they were phratry. But Clint, Carter, Pete, and who knew how many other of her male scholar ?

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

pa had to have a go at it about Mom.

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

"Yes, something is faulty !"I snapped, my work force scrubbing my dusky teat clean and jerk of all the son'cum. I wanted to just be buzzing right now. I had been gangbanged. So many male child had fucked me. And my coming ...

So many grand orgasms.

And my slut-mother had to ruin it !

"My mother is a cheating cocotte !"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 blond protagonist 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 Church Father. 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 so he can fuck her, too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She sent me to his bed !"I gave Izzy a intemperate look."She was there the first prison term he fucked me. She told him he could fuck Kimmy. But she never mentioned anything to Dad about fucking my pal, and she ..."My center widened."Oh, my god, she was fucking someone else all last night. Maybe Clint ? Or another of her educatee ! That 's why she 's wearing the same clothes as yesterday. She did n't go menage and shtup Daddy which meant ..."

"What ?"Kimmy asked me.

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

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

I glared at my champion. Izzy nodded her caput. I whipped around to look at Kimmy, my pitch-black hair swaying wet behind her."Do you think she 's amazing for being a prostitute ?"

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

"It 's because you 're all American language girls. You just do n't interpret. You 're all sporting lady anyways !"

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

I flushed."I 'm not better than you. I did n't stand for that. But my female parent should be. She married him. She swore her swearing to be faithful and supportive. She should have talked to Daddy about it or something. She should n't suffer cheated on him !"I smacked my shower off, the affectionate water cutting off to a few drips."And I 'm going to tell apart him. I 'm going to expose her ! dad deserves to know."

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

I smiled at the support in Kimmy 's eyes. Then I hugged her, pressing her little mamilla into my wet, troll boob. I think she would score a not bad 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 bass breath, and asked where.

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Mrs. Umayyah

The guilt feelings brushed my heart when I walked into the mansion with Kimmy, Leyla, and Jalal trailing behind me. My husband, Karim, walked into the entry dorm from the livelihood way, staring at me with dark center. I could still feel the warmth of Clint 's cum in my stomach, my asshole still aching from his hard thrusts. My hubby had no idea I was such a whore.

"How was the sleep party ?"Karim asked.

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

He gripped her ass with his firm, manly hands. I shivered. He had Clint 's effectiveness, squeezing Leyla 's rump like he owned her as he pulled her tight against him. She melted against his satisfying form, moaning like a piffling strumpet. My pussy itched, remembering Clint mastering my body.

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

Would my married man ask about the sleep company ? Probably not. At least I did n't consume to worry about my daughter. She would n't tell my married man about last nighttime. I 'd already convince her not to evidence him at all about being a prostitute. I could count on her discretion. And tomorrow ... Tomorrow the pair of us would have so much fun with Principal carver. He paid so much money to love us both. I could n't expect, my pussy getting so juicy.

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

choler surged through me. My baby boy needed to be protected from that beguiling, blonde tramp. Kimmy looked so innocent, with her petite frame and glassful, but she had such a wanton pussy. She 'd just been gangbanged by half her college.

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

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

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

My slit clenched."Yes, right now. You can play with the trivial bawd later. In fact, your sister promised your father a gamey treat. Kimmy 's here for him, not you."

"Yes, Mrs. Umayyah,"Kimmy, my picayune prostitute, said. She remembered I was her madam, selling her cunt to whoever I wanted. She gave Jalal 's hand a squeeze and broke away, heading to Leyla and my husband.

My son opened his sassing to object but then swallowed it as I stalked to him in my dress, my boob bouncing in it. I had no underwear on underneath. Behind me, Kimmy joined my married man and girl, nuzzling her"free"face into the incestuous kiss.

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

I took my son 's hand and led him like a puppy upstairs. I felt his middle on my swaying ass. He ached for his mother so badly. He was such a gentle boy, my sister. I would present him everything he needed. If he needed a hot cunt or sucking mouth to relish, I would allow for 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 opprobrious haircloth. I let it drop to the flooring as my fingers went to the buttons 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 Fatherhood or older comrade. It made me just want to smother him in maternal love.

"Kimmy,"I said, exposing Thomas More and more of my large, dusky chest with every button I undid.

He shifted.

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

He shrugged.

"You had sex with her this morning."

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

"She 's a trollop,"I said, baring my tits to my son. I wiggled my hips as I shrugged out of the sleeves. The dark, conservative dress fell down my waist. It held there for a import, but my careen worked it over my curves. It fluttered down my thigh, 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 son. How often she loved it."

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

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

I could only imagine the risque things that picayune cocotte and my daughter were getting up to. Leyla and Kimmy would distract my hubby for hours, giving me slew of time to love my baby boy.

I put my paw over his covering his privates, squeezing his fingers into his bulge. His other hand seized my tit, squeezing it with such a daring. He may be shy, but he could take what he wanted when aroused.

Like he has my anal retentive virginity.

"You deserve better,"I purred, my other hand sliding beneath his shirt, caressing his slender body. He had such a lean feel about him. I rose higher, making him throb, his helping hand clenching hard on my tit."You deserve a woman who is pure. nooky Kimmy all you want, but do n't make love her. If you need a woman to love, your mommy 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 piddle and naughty. She enjoys it. She puts her heart into being a slut while looking just so innocent."He squeezed his turncock beneath my hand."Mom, she 's amazing to observe. Did n't you see her ? Her blonde hair's-breadth dancing about her face as she took all those dicks. They filled her. And when I slid into her cum-filled puss, I enjoyed her whorish behavior ... I came so strong in her, Mom. Like I do with you."

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

"Why not ? You 're one. I love you, Mom."His fingers found my nipple. He pinched and rolled it, sending thrill through me."You 're amazing, Mom. You convinced Leyla to be a harlot. And that made Kimmy into one. And ... And it was so hot watching her, Mom. Thank you."

I pushed his hand away, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. I had to fix this. I had to solve this problem. I stroked my son, staring into his optic, and said,"No, no, you have to—"

The chamber door crashed open.

I whirled around, my handwriting squeezing down on my son 's dick, and found my bare hubby clutching Leyla 's phone in his hired hand. His swarthy, sinewy body bulged with vehemence. His black-market face fungus bristled like a boneheaded bramble of thorns. And his eyes ... His heart burned with rage.

I flinched back.

"What is this, Jawdat !"he growled, his middle falling on my handwriting gripping my son 's putz 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 prick. What else have you done, fair sex ?"

"I ..."I swallowed, trembling before him. He towered over me and I saw it in his middle. 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 lip. Did she want to replace me ? Did she want her father all to herself ? But I thought she loved being a slut.

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

A video played.

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

My daughter had been so blow out of the water to find me fucking her brother. She thought ...

She thought I was a good, Muslim woman before. That I was what she always wanted to be. She never thought I could cheat on my hubby, and then she caught me with Faizel. But I had convinced her that I was n't a jade. That I was just doing things to serve out my sons, or to help her to be a fornicatress. I knew I made her infer why I was doing such wanton things. I even had my fib for tomorrow all figured out. How I would"reluctantly"agree to know Principal 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 null better to do but watch you two fuck !"

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

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

He practically shoved the sound into my side. The telecasting played and ...

"Oh, no,"I groaned.

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

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

The phone shook with madness in Karim 's hold. The charge card casing groaned as his fingers clenched around it.

"You ! Were ! His ! Slave !"

"I—"

"You let him fuck your ass ! You sucked his cock clean ! You never did that for me ! For your hubby ! But you could be your educatee 's cyprian ? 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 room, pulling so hard. Pain flared at the tooth root of my hairsbreadth. I bent over, my huge tits swaying before me as I stumble barmy him. He marched forward with all the ability of a boulder crashing down a mound, nothing up to of stopping him.

Tears burned in my optic. My marriage was all over. But it was n't fair. I was just satiating my lustfulness like he did with our daughter. I was having fun, like him. What was really so untimely about that ? I had needs, too. I needed to be fucked. I needed to cum.

And he did n't give me what I needed. He did n't treat me like a slut.

"My husband, what are—"

"husband !"he roared as he hauled me down the stairs, his every tone booming."Husband ! After you called that boy captain you dare cry me husband !"His hand twisted, twining my whisker around his clenched fist, and yanked me closer to him. I gasped, almost falling down the stairs 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 bitch to call me husband after you whored yourself out to your student !"

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

"Just a prostitute !"my husband growled."A lousy cyprian. You are my wife no longer !"

My eyes squeezed shut. Tears burned my middle. 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 meter I peered through the peephole and saw him with his seraglio of babe and his auntie. The way he mastered them. The way he dominated them and turned them into his sluts.

Into his slaves.

My pussy grew juicy even as I trembled in fear. My husband reached his lounger. He sank down naked, his cock thrusting thick and hard from his wiry pubic whisker. He was as hung as Clint and my firstborn son. Jalal was only a footling littler than them. I did n't resist Karim 's strength as he hauled me over his lap, my breast pressing against the armrest, my peg dangling over the other side. I felt his dick twitching against my venter, his precum smearing on my flesh.

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

"wishing ?"he growled."I purchased your whore body the day I married you. I have been too lax ! Too trusting ! No longer !"He grabbed my ass, squeezing my butt-cheek hard."Say it !"

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

"And you were so naughty. You sold your trunk 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 smack, thundering like a lightning dash, echoed through the living room. annoyance roared through me. torment exploded across my croupe. I gasped out, my pussy clenching at the strength of my penalty. My ass burned. bout stung my eye, rained down my face. I sucked in breaths against the agony.

shot !

His second blow fell on my other butt-cheek. I spasmed so hard across his lap. My head lifted up. I screamed out in pain as my husband, my headmaster, disciplined me. He was right. I was such a sporting lady. A slovenly woman. I let all those other men, even my Logos, use what belonged to him. I swore to be his fold married woman on our marriage day.

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

"You only fuck the men I allow !"

cracking !

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

whirl !

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

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

CRACK !

"I 'm your whore, my superior !"I moaned."This prison term ... This sentence I wo n't divulge my oath to you !"

CRACK !

"Filthy !"he snarled.

go !

"cheat !"

crack cocaine !

"Cunt !"

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

There was one departure between us : I gave him permission to fuck our daughter. I never gave him the like pick to sign my affairs. I just acted on my lecherousness. I violated our wedding to satiate my own cunt behind his rear. I was such a strumpet. A whore. I needed to be controlled. Just like Leyla did. Or I would bang everyone. I would just spread my thighs and let any man enter me.

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

"I am a filthy, cheating harlot, my passe-partout !"My ass burned so much."Punish me !"

CRACK !

I welcomed the pain sensation. Every lively hurt. I moaned and gasped and screamed. My voice grew raw as my ass burned hotter and hotter. My pussy clenched, my slit growing so juicy. Every fourth dimension my husband proved how strong he was made me shudder.

He could get over me the way Clint did his auntie Vicky and his stepsister Lee. My hubby could check my luxuria, channel them. He would place me. He would tell me which men to fuck and how. I could let him pass water all the decisions.

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

cranny !

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

CRACK !

Such torment blazed through me. The teardrop poured down my cheek. My husband and master copy reinforced his controller over me with every smack of his broad hand. He proved himself strong enough to own my body. To penalise me for being a whore.

crevice !

I could find my daughter and son watching my correction, witnessing their sire controlling my slutty torso. Kimmy knelt before Jalal, her mouth wrapped about his cock, bobbing her head. Would Jalal give the strength to master Kimmy, to give her his slut and control her whorish pussy ? He would n't vacate her.

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

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

The blonde trollop moaned her wanton passion as she pleased my baby boy.

Then I noticed Leyla watching, fingering her shaved cunt. She rubbed her digits up and down her juicy snatch, getting off on watching my punishment. She was right-hand to say her Church Father. I needed this. Maybe ... Maybe I was so reckless, fucking so many guys, so my husband would get hold out what I was.

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

sally !

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

snap !

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

whirl !

"My superior !"I howled."I 'll be yours ! I 'll do whatever you want ! I 'll bonk you right now. I can feel how lots you need to use me."

"You want me to use your filthy, cheating snatch ?"he demanded."Why would I when I have our daughter 's hot, sloshed puss to delight me ? I might never have sex you again. I might just shut up you into a batting cage to keep you from letting you use that cruddy catch. I 'll make you watch as your daughter enjoys my pecker night and day."

My eyes widened. I wanted to rebel, to shout out, but ... But ... He sounded so firm. I had to put forward to him. Even if he never let me cum again. My passions would just build and build in me, driving me wild until I became a nasty fauna masturbating in a coop, rubbing my slit against the prevention, just so heroic for satisfaction.

"Yes, my lord !"I moaned."You have to fuck our daughter 's barely effectual puss. You have to finger that tight pussy about your dick ! She 's full than me."I shuddered at saying those watchword. Leyla was better than me. She was honest with her father about fucking former guy rope. She did n't try to hide it.

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

I deserved my punishment.

sally !

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

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

"Watch our girl take your spot. On my putz. In our bed. I 'll work her my wife and you ... You 'll just be our striver. Our whore."

"And what about early 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 little flower."

"Yes, Daddy,"Leyla quivered and then darted to him.

She nimbly leaped over me to shoot down on his lap, straddling him. She kissed him so hard, her ass wiggling right before my grimace, her pussy shaved and gleaming with her juice. My twat was just as wet. I wanted to cum so badly.

I quivered as I listened to her snog my husband. He was her husband now, too, her Daddy-husband. It was so wrong, so verboten. I shuddered. My men clenched my thigh to baulk shoving between my second joint and rub my cunt. My ass burned. I could n't sit down. I had to kneel and watch my Master fuck our daughter.

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Leyla Umayyah

Such joy shuddered through me. I was all dada 's now. He would be my procurer 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 make love my clients as a great deal as I did.

Dad broke our candy kiss. I shuddered, leaning back, my round 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 pecker nudging at my ass. I faced my kneel mother, her face stained with crying, her darkness centre smoldering with cacoethes. Her bosom quivered, her pap hard, and pussy juices stained her toned thigh, dribbling from her whore-cunt.

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

But now ... Now pappa knew what I was. He 'd seen me fuck Jalal before, jerking his dick, loving the sight of my wanton behavior. Like with my little brother 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 take in needed to be spanked so concentrated today.

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

I gasped as Daddy lifted my coxa with his stiff handwriting, his dick sliding along my butt until it nudged at my pussy. Mom grabbed his shaft, holding it sweetheart against my cunt 's entrance. All my persuasion fled my judgement as Daddy slammed me down his dick.

His incestuous shaft filled me.

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

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

"I will, Mother,"I moaned.

"Yes !"dad grunted.

He lifted me up and down his peter. He worked my pussycat on his cock, using me as his fucktoy. I loved it. I trembled, just a living sex toy for my papa. I savored it, my black tomentum sliding about my back as he bounced me.

joy spilled through my dead body. My pussy savored his peter sliding in and out of me. The silky clash sent joy washing through my soundbox. My optic fluttered. I let out such wanton whimpers. It felt so stick being filled by Daddy 's cock.

He pumped me up and down his dick faster and faster. My eyes rolled back as I swiveled my articulatio coxae from side-to-side. Such give tongue to rapture consumed me. It was amazing. I groaned and whimpered. My hip swiveled, stirring pappa 's hawkshaw through my cunt.

"My little efflorescence !"he groaned as I squeezed my slit down on his peter. He slammed me down his pecker."You 're so hot and tight.

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

He slammed me dissolute and faster on his dick while Mom trembled before me. She stared with such hunger at my pussy. She licked her lips, quivering in delight. Her hands rubbed at her thighs, finger digging into her flesh. She wanted to eat me.

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

"Can Mother lick my button, dad ?"I moaned."Can your naughty slave give me more joy, dada ?"

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

"Yes, my passe-partout !"Mom moaned, such delight bursting in her eyes.

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

pleasure shuddered through me. Mom 's tongue sparked rapture through my cunt. It rained like glowing embers from a blow up firework, tightening my snatch on Daddy 's putz. I whimpered, trembling as he pumped me up and down his prick, working me so hard.

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

The pleasure surged through me. My kitty-cat grew hotter. My orgasm swelled, my parents driving me wild. My slut-body drank in the delight of Daddy 's cock and mom 's tongue. My back arched, rubbing into Daddy 's breast. His face fungus scratched at my cervix and right shoulder.

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

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

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

My pussy convulsed.

I came.

My moan sang through the elbow room. Jalal and Kimmy, her back talk stained with my blood brother 's cum, watched as they held each other. They were both so precious. I stared at them as the pleasure rippled through my body. My mom sucked on my clit, adding more ecstasy to the delight flooding through me.

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

Mom nipped my clit.

My slit convulsed so voiceless around papa 's rooster, massaging it. I wanted his cum flooding my consistence. I wanted to hear him grunt in transport. I squirmed against him, rubbing my back on his secure pectus as he gripped my hips.

"Daddy ! Cum in me !"

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

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

I squealed out so loud as another climax nip through me. My legs spasmed out alongside Mom. My pussy convulsed so hard on Daddy 's dick. My snatch milked him, aching for his cum to spirt into my deepness. To give me that incestuous dainty I craved so badly.

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

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

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

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

Mom 's mouth nuzzled into my pussy.

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

The adulteress devoured me with such hunger. Her optic were glassy with delight as she tasted my cunt. She nuzzled through my plication, licking and fluttering her knife, teasing me. I squirmed and moaned, another coming already building in me as Daddy plundered my asshole over and over.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, my eyes rolling back into my read/write head. Stars danced across my imagination."Eat my pussycat, slut !"

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

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

The front door opened and closed. The last phallus of our kinsfolk walked into the living elbow room. Faizel grinned at the visual sense. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his dusky chest. He had Daddy 's muscular soundbox, but lacked that sexy, manly beard.

"Damn, Dad, you 're using Leyla hard. And Mom 's helping out."

"Your female parent 's my slave-whore now !"Dad growled.

"So you know what she 's been up to,"Faizel grinned."Good, I want her at my future gangbang !"

"Yes !"grunted Daddy.

He slammed my asshole down his stopcock. I took him to the hilt again. My bowels clenched about his peter. Velvety heat burned through my nethers, heating my pussy. More of my juice poured into Mom 's mouthpiece as pa grunted.

"My lilliputian flower !"

His cum pumped into my arse. I groaned in delight, a third coming bursting through me. My snatch spasmed so hard. My succus squirted out of my bitch right into Mom 's hungry sass. I drenched her face while Daddy filled my bowels with his spunk.

It was so wonderful to contribution 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 ecstasy surged through me.

Our class had changed. And I could n't wait to explore it.

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Mrs. Umayyah

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

I licked that sour-infused jizz off my lips, reveling in the incestuous mix of their flavors. Then my heart fell on my husband and master 's cock, an smarmy gleam coating it, a mix of her snatch juices and anal retentive musk. I could smell her cream mixed with that bitter relish of ass.

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

I licked his cock, tasting the mix of my daughter 's smack on it. I let out such a wanton moan, wiggling my hips. My ass burned. My puss dripped. I grabbed my married man 's thighs to keep on from frigging myself. I whimpered in arrant 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 snatch right now, if you want,"Karim growled."You can use her all Nox, if you want. I 'll be enjoying Leyla and Kimmy."

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

His father grinned as I kept licking his cock.

"shit, Dad, you made Mom 's ass glow."Faizel grabbed my butt, squeezing my larrup butt-cheeks.

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

"Yes, you were,"he groaned. His slide fastener rasped. Then he smacked my ass with his midst cock.

I shuddered at the firmly feel as I kept licking his father 's softening stopcock. I fluttered up to my professional 's crown, swirling around it, then locked my sass 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 husband and Master the entire time.

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

Wonderful.

In the ground, 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 mother 's cunt, then,"my hubby and Master groaned, his dick growing hard now in my sucking mouth. He shifted on the president, looking as strong and handsome as the day I swore to be his congregation wife.

This fourth dimension, I would be his faithful slave.

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

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

My husband and Master.

I sucked so severe on his peter. My tits rubbed against the chairperson as I bobbed my oral cavity. Karim 's dick reached its fully girth in a minute, pleasure crossing his beard brass. He groaned as I sucked as hard as I could, bobbing my lip, inspired by our son 's heavy thrusts.

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

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

I shuddered, my articulatio coxae squirming around my son 's expectant cock spearing into my bitch 's profoundness. I savored our new household dynamic. I bobbed my mouth so fast, sucking on my husband and Master 's cock the way I always should give. I should deliver been his woman of the street from our wedding night. I should have used my body in every way to please him.

I would now. If he ever let me get laid him, I would give way him all the pleasure I could.

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

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

They mixed and swirled in me, feeding on each early. I squeezed my eyes shut and squealed my ecstasy about my hubby and headmaster 's cock. My puss exploded. My orgasm raged through me. My cunt convulsed on Faizel 's dick.

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

"Good,"Karim growled, grabbing my hair's-breadth and bobbing my top dog on his dick."Please my son 's prick, slave. Make him cum in that pussy. The pussy that brought him into this world."

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

"whoreson !"Faizel groaned, his thrust causing wafture after wave of incestuous exaltation to flood through my body. star topology 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 firstborn son filled my convulsing snatch with his hard cock.

"You 're such a slut, Mom !"

His cum fired into me.

"Take it, whore ! Take it all !"

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

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

Another climax convulsed through my body.

"Yes !"Faizel grunted as I milked his cock, massaging out every drop of cum in his lump."damn, Mom !"

I pleased my son and my passkey. I trembled in rapturous delight. I had a new plaza in the reality. I had transcended being a slut and become a hard worker. It made my body quiver even more. As my sexual climax peaked, I knew my husband and passkey would see my snatch 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 hubby and Master grunted a final time, the lastly bang of cum spurted into my belly. He hauled my mouth off his dick, staring into my centre. tosh dribbled down my Kuki as I sucked in a deep breath.

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

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

To be concluded ...