Daughter's Slut Training 14

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

The phone shook with fury in Karim's grip. The plastic 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 husband! But you could be your student's whore? His slave!"

"It's just--"

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

"I--"

He yanked me out of the room, pulling so hard. Pain flared at the roots of my hair. I bent over, my huge tits swaying before me as I stumble dafter him. He marched forward with all the power of a boulder crashing down a hill, nothing capable of stopping him.

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

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

"My husband, what are--"

"Husband!" he roared as he hauled me down the stairs, his every step booming. "Husband! After you called that boy Master you dare call me husband!" His hand twisted, twining my hair around his 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 cunt to call me husband after you whored yourself out to your student!"

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

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

My eyes squeezed shut. Tears 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 won't be my slave."

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

Into his slaves.

My pussy grew juicy even as I trembled in fear. My husband reached his recliner. He sank down naked, his cock thrusting thick and hard from his wiry pubic hair. He was as hung as Clint and my eldest son. Jalal was only a little smaller than them. I didn't resist Karim's strength as he hauled me over his lap, my tits pressing against the armrest, my legs dangling over the other side. I felt his dick twitching against my stomach, his precum smearing on my flesh.

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

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

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

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

His hand rose and up and then smacked down so hard on my butt-cheek. A cracking slap, thundering like a lightning bolt, echoed through the living room. Pain roared through me. Agony exploded across my rump. I gasped out, my pussy clenching at the strength of my punishment. My ass burned. Tears stung my eyes, rained down my face. I sucked in breaths against the agony.

CRACK!

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 Master, disciplined me. He was right. I was such a whore. A slut. I let all those other men, even my sons, use what belonged to him. I swore to be his faithful wife on our marriage day.

And I couldn'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!"

CRACK!

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

CRACK!

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

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

CRACK!

"I'm your whore, my Master!" I moaned. "This time... This time I won't break my oath to you!"

CRACK!

"Filthy!" he snarled.

CRACK!

"Cheating!"

CRACK!

"Cunt!"

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

There was one difference between us: I gave him permission to fuck our daughter. I never gave him the same option to bless my affairs. I just acted on my lusts. I violated our marriage to satiate my own cunt 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 slut. Anyone's slut.

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

CRACK!

I welcomed the pain. Every spanking hurt. 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 Aunt Vicky and his half-sister Lee. My husband could control my lusts, channel them. He would direct me. He would tell me which men to fuck and how. I could let him make all the decisions.

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

CRACK!

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

CRACK!

Such agony blazed through me. The tears poured down my face. My husband and Master reinforced his control over me with every smack of his broad hand. He proved himself strong enough to own my body. To punish me for being a whore.

CRACK!

I could feel my daughter and son watching my discipline, witnessing their father controlling my slutty body. Kimmy knelt before Jalal, her mouth wrapped about his cock, bobbing her head. Would Jalal have the strength to master Kimmy, to make her his slut and control her whorish pussy? He wouldn't abandon her.

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

His eyes burned as he watched. He absorbed what his father was doing. I moaned louder, shuddering, being that object 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 hips thrust forward, fucking his cock in and out of Kimmy's mouth.

The blonde slut 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 to tell her father. I needed this. Maybe... Maybe I was so reckless, fucking so many guys, so my husband would find out what I was.

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

CRACK!

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

CRACK!

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

CRACK!

"My Master!" I howled. "I'll be yours! I'll do whatever you want! I'll fuck you right now. I can feel how much you need to use me."

"You want me to use your filthy, cheating cunt?" he demanded. "Why would I when I have our daughter's hot, tight snatch to please me? I might never fuck you again. I might just lock you into a cage to keep you from letting you use that filthy snatch. I'll make you watch as your daughter enjoys my cock night and day."

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

"Yes, my Master!" I moaned. "You have to fuck our daughter's barely legal cunt. You have to feel that tight pussy about your dick! She's better than me." I shuddered at saying those words. Leyla was better than me. She was honest with her father about fucking other guys. She didn't try to hide it.

And neither did Kimmy. She performed during the gangbang for my son. She let him watch 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 floor, my bruised ass flaring with pain. I grunted, drinking in the agony, savoring being discarded. I deserved this humiliation. It made my slut-cunt even wetter.

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

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

My husband 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 land on his lap, straddling him. She kissed him so hard, her ass wiggling right before my face, her pussy shaved and gleaming with her juices. My pussy was just as wet. I wanted to cum so badly.

I quivered as I listened to her kiss my husband. He was her husband now, too, her Daddy-husband. It was so wrong, so taboo. I shuddered. My hands clenched my thighs to resist shoving between my thighs and rub my cunt. My ass burned. I couldn't sit down. I had to kneel and watch my Master fuck our daughter.

* * *

Leyla Umayyah

Such joy shuddered through me. I was all Daddy's now. He would be my pimp now. Mom had tried to be that, but he would do such a better job whoring me out. For one, he wouldn't want to fuck my clients as much as I did.

Dad broke our 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 hands gripping my waist, and turned me around. He dropped me on his lap, his cock nudging at my ass. I faced my kneeling mother, her face stained with tears, her dark eyes smoldering with passion. Her breasts quivered, her nipples hard, and pussy juices stained her toned thighs, dribbling from her whore-cunt.

I could have become her. If I never had my slut 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 lusts would have consumed me. I would have violated my vows over and over.

But now... Now Daddy 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 wouldn't have needed to be spanked so hard today.

But then maybe I wouldn't even exist...

I gasped as Daddy lifted my hips with his strong hands, his dick sliding along my butt until it nudged at my pussy. Mom grabbed his shaft, 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 mouth with his cum as I watched.

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

"I will, Mother," I moaned.

"Yes!" Daddy grunted.

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

Pleasure spilled through my body. My pussy savored his dick sliding in and out of me. The silky friction sent pleasure washing through my body. My eyes fluttered. I let out such wanton whimpers. It felt so amazing 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 hips from side-to-side. Such utter rapture consumed me. It was amazing. I groaned and whimpered. My hips swiveled, stirring Daddy's dick through my cunt.

"My little flower!" 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 faster 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, fingers digging into her flesh. She wanted to eat me.

She wanted to touch herself. But didn't. For Daddy.

"Can Mother lick my clit, Daddy?" I moaned. "Can your naughty slave give me more pleasure, Daddy?"

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

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

Her head leaned forward. Her black hair spilled over my thighs. And then her tongue flicked at my clit. 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 cunt. It rained like glowing embers from a detonated firework, tightening my snatch on Daddy's dick. I whimpered, trembling as he pumped me up and down his dick, working me so hard.

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

The pleasure surged through me. My pussy grew hotter. My orgasm swelled, my parents driving me wild. My slut-body drank in the delight of Daddy's cock and Mommy's tongue. My back arched, rubbing into Daddy's chest. His beard scratched at my neck and right shoulder.

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

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

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

My pussy convulsed.

I came.

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

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

Mom nipped my clit.

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

"Daddy! Cum in me!"

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

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

I squealed out so loud as another orgasm shot 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 spurt into my depths. To give me that incestuous treat I craved so badly.

Instead, Daddy hauled me completely off his cock. I gasped, my pussy suddenly so empty. I didn't have anything in me. I felt so empty. I whimpered in need until I felt his shaft moving. Mom, still sucking on my clit, stared up at me as she guided his dick 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 ease. I had enough boys fuck my asshole during the gangbang, keeping me loose enough to take his pussy-lubed dick. I groaned as my butt-cheeks smacked into his crotch.

Mom's mouth nuzzled into my pussy.

I squealed, my asshole 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 eyes were glassy with delight as she tasted my cunt. She nuzzled through my folds, licking and fluttering her tongue, teasing me. I squirmed and moaned, another orgasm already building in me as Daddy plundered my asshole over and over.

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

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

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

The front door opened and closed. The last member of our family walked into the living room. Faizel grinned at the sight. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his dusky chest. He had Daddy's muscular body, but lacked that sexy, manly beard.

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

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

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

"Yes!" grunted Daddy.

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

"My little flower!"

His cum pumped into my asshole. 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 hungry mouth. I drenched her face while Daddy filled my bowels with his spunk.

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

Our family had changed. And I couldn't wait to explore it.

* * *

Mrs. Umayyah

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

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

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

I licked his cock, tasting the mix of my daughter's flavors on it. I let out such a wanton moan, wiggling my hips. My ass burned. My pussy dripped. I grabbed my husband's thighs to keep from frigging myself. I whimpered in utter need as I stared up at him, begging as I cleaned his dick of tangy and sour juices.

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