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Daughter Whored Out

Mrs. Umayyah

I slipped out of my eldest son’s room, feeling so naughty as his and his younger brother’s cum dripped out of my pussy and asshole. I scooped up my bathrobe I left outside his door, pulling it on to hide my naked shame. I was such a wicked mother.

But my sons needed to relieve themselves. How could they sleep when their whore-sister Leyla made them both so hard? They had to cum over and over into my body, using me at the same time last night before they could get the rest they needed.

It didn’t make me a slut like my daughter. I was just a loving mother. My husband probably wouldn’t understand why I did it. But he was busy with Leyla last night, satiating his pent-up lusts for her nineteen-year-old body. Those round tits, that tight pussy, her curving ass. The whore had teased him as she developed. And now he earned his reward.

I reached the master bedroom, slipped in. it reeked of sex. I smiled, my husband and daughter sleeping in a tangle of sheets, her dusky body held in her father’s strong arms. She had a smile on her lips as she slept, happy in the arms of my husband.

I knew that contentment. I felt it sleeping in Faizel’s strong arms. My eldest son quickly was turning into his father.

“Good morning,” I purred, crawling onto the bed. I leaned over, kissing my husband on the lips, his thick beard scratching wonderful at my chin and cheeks. Faizel lacked this manly beard. “Did you enjoy our little slut?”

“Hmm,” groaned my husband. Karim opened his eyes, blinking. “Jawdat?”

“Did you have fun with the little slut?” I inhaled. “It smells like it.”

“She pleased me,” he said, his hand cupping a round, youthful breast. His skin a darker shade of brown than our daughter’s dusky flesh. His thumb ran across a nipple, making her whimper.

Leyla’s dark eyes opened, her lashes long and sultry. “Good morning, Mother.”

“It looks like you made your father happy.”

“Very,” cooed the little strumpet, her body undulating beneath the sheets in wanton passion.

My pussy grew hotter, clenching. More of my sons’ cum ran out of my depths, hidden by the bathrobe.

“We need to get you ready for college,” I told her. “I must take the little whore away, my husband.”

Karim nodded as I took Leyla’s hand and drew her from the bed. My husband released her barely legal tit, lying back on the bed, closing his eyes. He never passed a chance to sleep a little longer. He worked such a demanding job. And I knew the little whore and her appetites kept him up.

I licked my lips a the sight of my daughter’s naked body. Her skin flawless, her body lithe. Cum matted her thighs. Fresh jizz oozed out of her pussy, running down her legs. Her tousled, black hair only added to her wanton look, the silk falling about a face in a way that proved she’d been naughty.

Oh, yes, my fellow teachers would love to pay to fuck her. They were all lusting after the barely legal coeds they taught. And to finally get to fuck one… I knew exactly who to start with: President Carver. He ran the college, so if I had him hooked on young cunt, then I could really whore out my daughter.

I had to replace all the money I’d lost on online gambling before my husband realized how empty our savings accounts were. Thank Allah’s messenger that he entrusted the household finances to me.

“You’re going to be such a wicked girl at school,” I told Leyla as I led her down the hallway to the bathroom. “I already know the first person I’m selling you to.”

“Selling me?” she asked, her voice cautious.

“You’re my slut, right?” I asked her, turning and arching an eyebrow. I cupped her naked breast, squeezing her firm mound. “You’re my little whore-daughter.”

“I am, Mother,” she said, trembling as my thumb swept over her turgid nipple. I massaged the little nub, loving how she whimpered.

“And a good slut listens to her mother and obeys her, right?”

She nodded her head, eyes growing glossy with lust, hips moving in such a wanton fashion like she fucked the air. I knew she wanted me to do naughty things to her, the little trollop. Like she thought I was a slut, too.

My nipples were so hard against my robe, rubbing on the terrycloth in a most pleasant manner.

“You are going to make your family so much money,” I told her, drawing her to the bathroom by her nipple this time.

She gasped as her breast stretched, her nub growing distended. She followed after, almost salivating like a dog. She loved it. I twisted her nipple, making her whimper louder, before opening the bathroom door with my other hand. I backpedaled in, drawing her after, loving the control I had over my daughter.

“I bet you’re just soaking wet wondering who your mother will sell your body to.”

She nodded her head, licking lips. They glistened. So plump and kissable.

“Good,” I told her, releasing her nipple. I turned on the shower. It hissed, my body trembling. I shrugged out of my bathrobe.

Leyla’s eyes fell on 1xbet yeni giriş my pussy, my dark bush matted with her brothers’ jizz. Her eyes widened.

“I was forced to take care of your brothers last night. Your whorish moans made them hard.”

“Oh, no,” gasped Leyla. “But I can’t satiate more than one at a time.”

“You can.” I smiled, remembering Faizel’s cock fucking my asshole while Jalal pounded my pussy, my body sandwiched between my two sons. “That’s a lesson for later. Now I need you to lick me clean. Your father wouldn’t understand my motherly duties.”

Leyla nodded, those glossy eyes fixed on my snatch. Just so eager to devour me.

“Then do it!” I snapped, needing to feel her tongue licking me clean. I was so messy.

My daughter fell to her knees before me. The shower hissed behind, steam billowing out and around us. It caressed my naked skin as she grasped my thighs. Her glistening, plump lips moved between my legs, her breath washing across my sloppy cunt.

Then she licked through my folds, gathering her brothers’ mixed jizz on her tongue. I shuddered, my asshole clenching, forcing out more spunk from that hole. It dribbled down my taint to my pussy, lapped up by Leyla’s fluttering tongue.

The slut stared up at my big tits with such desire as she hungrily devoured the jizz out of me. She ate the incestuous creampie (a term I learned from watching Clint fuck his women) with such delight. She moaned and groaned, savoring her brothers’ jizz mixed with my tangy cream.

“That’s it, you little whore,” I moaned, grinding my hot flesh on her mouth. “Lick your mother clean. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mother,” she purred between licks, her hands sliding around my hips, grasping my ass. She squeezed my rump, pulling my pussy tight against her hungry mouth.

I shuddered as her tongue fluttered through my folds. She caressed through my labia, gathering every drop of cum and pussy juices she could. The little whore hungered for her mother’s snatch. I whimpered, my big tits jiggling as I swayed.

Her tongue sent such wonderful delight through me. I savored it. Her fluttering tongue, her soft lips, her fingers clenching my rump, her moans buzzing through my cunt. Her tongue brushed my clit, sending sparks shooting through me. Then she jammed it deep into my hole, swirling, searching, looking for every drop of her brothers’ spunk she could.

“That’s it, you little slut,” I whimpered. “Lick it all up. Make your mother clean.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted between hungry licks, her eyes completely glazed with incestuous desire.

She jammed her tongue so deep into my cunt. She swirled it around. My back arched. My toes curled against the cool tiles. I whimpered, my breasts heaving. The steam caressed my body as my daughter made love to my hot pussy.

My asshole leaked out more cum. I licked my lips, knowing she needed to clean that hole, too. Just thinking about her mouth rimming my asshole sent shivers through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I turned around, pressing my ass into her face.

“Clean your mother’s butthole, too, slut!” I hissed.

“Yes, Mother!” she moaned, so submissive, so eager to love me.

Her fingers pulled apart my butt-cheeks. Her face pressed into my crack. And then her tongue lapped up the jizz leaking out of my asshole, seasoned by my sour musk. She was such a naughty slut, so willing to do something so filthy.

Her tongue reached my asshole, swirling around it, soothing the lingering soreness from my sons’ pounding cocks. Then her tongue pressed on my sphincter. I whimpered, my big tits jiggling before me, my pussy dripping juices down my thighs.

Her tongue wiggled into my asshole.

“You nasty slut!” I snarled. “Oh, yes, you fucking whore, lick your mother’s asshole. Make her all nice and clean.”

She moaned, “Uh-huh,” as she probed my asshole, sending such velvety delight rippling through my body.

Her hands swept around my thighs, sliding up them. I trembled, my butthole clenching on her probing tongue. And then her fingers found my dripping snatch. I groaned as her fingers stroked through my hot pussy, caressing my labia and clit, sending pleasure to mix with the delight burning in my asshole.

She swirled her tongue through my bowels, reaching as deep as she could searching for more incestuous cum. She drew out her brothers’ spunk, moaning her delight. I seized the shower door, bracing myself on it as she sent rapture trembling through me.

Two of her fingers penetrated my cunt.

“Oh, yes, you little whore!” I snarled. “That’s it. Just probe that tongue into my asshole and finger my cunt. You are such a slut. So willing to lick your mother. To please her. Just a lesbian whore! You are such a shameful daughter!”

She moaned, licking harder, plunging her fingers faster. She was so excited. I could feel it. She wanted to cum, the naughty slut. I humped back into her tongue, using her. The pleasure swelled and swelled in the depths of my 1xbet giriş cunt.

My pussy clenched on her fingers.

My asshole drank in her sweeping tongue.

Her thumb brushed my clit, massaged my bud.

My tits heaved as I shuddered.

“You fucking slut!” I snarled, voice so throaty, rising over the sound of the shower. “Yes, yes, yes!”

My orgasm burst through me. My pussy convulsed on her probing fingers. Silky flesh massaged her digits while waves of rapture washed out of me. My asshole clenched on her tongue. Velvety ecstasy swept out of my bowels, joining the rush of euphoria from my cunt.

It all reached my mind.

My head tossed back and forth, my black hair sweeping about my shoulders. My moans sang out through the bathroom. The shower door rattled as my body quivered. Stars danced before my eyes as the pleasure bathed my mind.

“Such a shameful daughter!” I moaned. “So eager to eat ass and pussy! To suck her father’s dick. To fuck her brothers’ cocks! You’re just a whore!”

“I am, Mother!” Leyla moaned, plunging her fingers through my cumming pussy, keeping my pleasure rippling through me. “Your slut, Mother! Yours!”

I shuddered at those words, my pleasure peaking through me. Oh, she would make me so much money.

* * *

Leyla Umayyah

It felt so strange to walk through my college without my hijab on. I felt everyone staring at my immodest hair. I drank it in, my pussy growing so hot beneath my long skirt. I wore no panties or bra, my juices trickling down my thighs, my nipples rubbing into my blouse. They poked against it, showing everyone how much of a whore I was.

“Well, dang, Leyla,” Kendra Cooke, one of my friends, said when she spotted me. The Black girl rushed over, her exposed hair short and fuzzy, in a little mini-afro that made her look so cute. Her belly shirt clung to her round breasts.

Suddenly, I wanted to touch those chocolate mounds. I was such a slut.

“Did you forget your headscarf?” she asked, falling in beside me. “Your mom will freak when we have math.”

“It’s fine,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I just…everyone should know.”

“Know what?” she asked.

“That I’m a slut,” I said, my pussy clenching so hard, my body so hot. “Mother helped me understand it.”

“You’re a slut?” Kimmy Meyers asked, falling in beside me. Her blonde hair fell about her slender face. She was a petite girl, so skinny. As she spoke, braces flashed on her teeth. “What are you talking about, Leyla?”

“I’m just a whore,” I said. “I’m not a good, Muslim girl like I thought. I’ve had sex.”

“With whom?” Kimmy asked, her eyes so wide, her cheeks blushing dark. She was as close as an American girl could come to being modest, her clothes as conservative as mine. But she left her hair exposed.

“What has Kimmy blushing?” my third close friend, Izzy, asked. The redhead pressed up on Kendra’s other side, her plump lips pursed in question. Those were such kissable lips.

Flashes of having a lesbian orgy with my friends popped into my mind.

“Who took your cherry?” Kendra asked. “Was it Adam?”

I shook my head. Should I tell them just how much of a slut I was? They had all heard the rumors about Clint. I’d seen the speculation in Kendra and Izzy’s eyes whenever that came up. Were they thinking about their fathers? Did Kimmy ever wonder about her brother Carter?

He was cute.

Or did they wish they were one of Clint’s whores?

“Was it Clint?” Kimmy asked, her voice squeaking. “Did you…?”

“I heard if it’s not his cousin or sister,” Izzy said, voice low, “you got to be Asian to attract his attention.”

“The Middle East is part of Asia,” Izzy said defensively.

“But it’s not slanted eyes and yellow-olive skin from Japan or Korea. He’s got that yellow fever.”

“It wasn’t Clint.” I took a deep breath. They would figure it out eventually. “It was Jalal.”

“Your brother?” gasped Kimmy, her cheeks going utterly red.

I nodded my head.

“You are a slut,” Kendra said, a smile playing on her lips. “What was it like?”

I opened my mouth to say it when my older brother Faizel appeared. “I need you, Leyla,” he said, seizing my arm and pulling me away from my friends. “Right now.”

“Oh, okay, brother,” I said, shivering. Faizel was like father, but younger. My pussy clenched. I hadn’t been with him yet. It was too busy this morning getting ready for college to let him have a chance. But there was a few minutes before our first class. “Bye.”

“You’re not,” Izzy gasped as Faizel led me away.

I just grinned at her. “I’m a slut.”

My three friends stared at me in astonishment as Faizel pulled me to a supply closet and yanked me inside, not caring who saw us. I shuddered. I would have a reputation like Clint’s cousin Lee. Guys would know about me.

My pussy burned, molten juices flooding out of my cunt.

“Damn, sister,” Faizel groaned, pressing me against a shelf face first, his hands squeezing my ass through my skirt. “Do you 1xbet güvenilirmi know how many times I rubbed one out thinking of your hot body?”

“No,” I gasped. I thought only Jalal was jerking off to me. I felt so…sexy. So hot. I inspired such lust in all the men in my family. “I’m so sorry. You should fuck me right away. You should know what I feel like first hand. I’m sorry Mom had to take my place in your bed last night.”

“Oh, I’m not. Our mother’s a hot slut like you.”

“She’s not a slut!” I gasped as my big brother hiked up my skirt.

“Right,” he snorted, his hands touching my naked ass. He slid lower, brushing my freshly shaved pussy. I groaned as he ran his fingers across my smooth vulva. “Damn, you are soaked. That eager to be fucked by your big brother?”

“I am!” I groaned. “People saw us come in here, too. They’ll know.”

“Maybe I’ll get Clint’s reputation,” he grinned. “Then the girls will really want to bang me.”

His zipper rasped. Clothing rustled. And then his cock smacked my ass. I shuddered, loving the feel of his hot shaft. He spanked my rump again and again, the lewd sound echoing through the supply closet. I whimpered, my nipples throbbing against my blouse, fresh juices tickling my thighs as they leaked out of my whorish flesh.

I wiggled my hips, panting like a whore for my brother’s cock. He dragged the tip down my butt-cheek, leaving a smear of hot precum in his wake. And then he pressed it against my pussy, rubbing it up and down.

“Fuck me, brother!” I moaned.

“Damn, you are a complete slut, baby sis!”

Faizel thrust.

“I am!” I screamed, my pussy clenching around his dick. His balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back and thrust in again. And again. He pounded me. My brother used my pussy, grunting with every hard plunge into my dripping snatch. My cunt clenched down on his girth. He reached so deep into me fucking me from behind. I gripped the shelf. It rattled, cleaning products shifting as my brother fucked me like a whore.

I loved it. His incestuous dick stirred my cunt up. Juices flooded out of me while pleasure rippled through me. The friction was intense. It left me trembling and moaning. My eyes rolled back into my head. I whimpered and panted, swiveling my hips, stirring his cock through me.

“Oh, yes! Fuck my cunt, big brother! Use me! I’m the family’s whore!”

“Yes, you are!” he grunted. “I should bring you to my friend’s house. Pass you around like a party favor.”

“Do that!” I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. “I want that so badly. Oh, yes, pound me so fucking hard, big brother! Make me explode on that amazing cock!”

“Yes!”

His balls thwacked over and over into my clit. My cunt clenched down on his dick every time. Friction burned so hot in my silky sheath. The pleasure surged through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips swiveling, matching the ferocity of his thrusts.

He rammed that dick so hard and fast into me. He loved his little sister’s hot cunt. My twenty-year-old brother pounding me. I gasped and moaned. My breasts heaved beneath my blouse, nipples rubbing on my clothing. Adding more delight to his plunging cock.

My toes curled in my shoes.

My orgasm swelled in me.

“I want you to cum in me, big brother!” I hissed. “I want one of the men in our family to breed me!”

I hoped it would be Father who bred me.

“Shit!” he grunted. “You are such a whore, little sis! I’m going to get you gangbanged. I’m going to have you passed around between my friends. You’ll be dripping in jizz.”

“I want that!” I howled, my pussy clenching down on his dick. “That sounds amazing. Do it!”

“Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting his cock so deep into me, brushing my cervix.

My orgasm built and built in me. Every thrust of his dick brought me closer to my explosion of rapture. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back into my head. I squeezed my cunt down on his dick, loving his shaft plunging into me. He gave me what I needed.

My pussy spasmed. My orgasm rippled through me. I screamed out in wordless pleasure as ecstasy flooded through my body. His dick pounded my convulsing snatch. His every thrust kept my climax alive. Kept me trembling.

“Shit, you got a hot cunt, baby sis!” he snarled.

“And it’s so in need of your jizz to fill it!” I moaned. “Just cum in me, big brother! Flood me with all your spunk!”

He grunted, driving his cock to the hilt of my spasming snatch. His incestuous cum fired into my depths. His cream splashed against my cervix. My pussy milked his cock, drawing out every drop of his excitement as he groaned and gasped.

I shuddered with him. My eyes widened. Stars danced across my eyes as my pleasure peaked through me. My brother used me like a slut. It made me feel so amazing. I was such a shameful woman. And I loved it.

“Damn, baby sis,” he groaned, his cock softening in my cunt. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you every chance I get. You and Mom.”

“Mmm,” I just purred, drifting on the bliss of my orgasm.

* * *

Mrs. Umayyah

“Why does your mother want you to stay?” I heard Kendra whisper to my daughter as my other students filed out. I had my daughter in my math class with her three friends before the lunch hour began.

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