Daughter's Slut Training 14

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

His father grinned as I kept licking his cock.

"Damn, Dad, you made Mom's ass glow." Faizel grabbed my rear, squeezing my spanked butt-cheeks.

"He did!" I moaned as pain shot 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 cock. I fluttered up to my Master's crown, swirling around it, then locked my lips 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 pain shivering through me, my pussy clenching, aching for my son to fill my whore-pussy. I would be his all night.

Wonderful.

In the background, 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."

"Fuck your mother's cunt, then," my husband and Master groaned, his dick growing hard now in my sucking mouth. He shifted on the chair, looking as strong and handsome as the day I swore to be his faithful wife.

This time, I would be his faithful slave.

I moaned about his cock as Faizel rammed into my pussy. My whorish cunt clenched down so hard on it. Then pain knifed through me. His crotch 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 hurt, reinforcing my punishment and reminding me to whom I belonged.

My husband and Master.

I sucked so hard on his cock. My tits rubbed against the chair as I bobbed my mouth. Karim's dick reached its full girth in a minute, pleasure crossing his beard face. He groaned as I sucked as hard as I could, bobbing my mouth, inspired by our son's hard thrusts.

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

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

I shuddered, my hips squirming around my son's large cock spearing into my cunt's depths. I savored our new family dynamic. I bobbed my mouth so fast, sucking on my husband and Master's cock 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 give 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 dick, cleaning off more of our daughter's musk, that mix of tangy and sour depravity. 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 Master's cock. My pussy exploded. My orgasm raged through me. My cunt convulsed on Faizel's dick.

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

"Good," Karim growled, grabbing my hair and bobbing my head on his dick. "Please my son's cock, 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.

"Shit!" Faizel groaned, his thrust causing wave after wave 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 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 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 drop of cum in his balls. "Shit, Mom!"

I pleased my son and my Master. I trembled in ecstatic delight. I had a new place in the world. I had transcended being a slut and become a slave. It made my body quiver even more. As my orgasm peaked, I knew my husband and Master would see my pussy 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 husband and Master grunted a final time, the last blast of cum spurted into my belly. He hauled my mouth off his dick, staring into my eyes. Drool dribbled down my chin as I sucked in a deep breath.

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

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

To be concluded...