Daughter's Slut Training Collection 2

by Reed James

  I shuddered, savoring Mom's eyes watching as Daddy fucked my asshole. Mom's big tits swayed beneath her robes, nipples hard outlines against them. She fingered her married pussy, licking her lush lips, and watched with sultry eyes as Daddy's cock rammed into my bowels for the second time.

  His balls smacked my taint. His crotch slapped my ass. And his cock sent pleasure shooting hot through my body. A burning delight that had my pussy boiling. Juices flooded out as I wiggled my hips, stirring my bowels around Daddy's thick cock.

  “Oh, Daddy, yes,” I groaned, clenching down on his dick as he drew back. “Fuck my slut ass!”

  “Fuck your daughter's bowels!” Mom moaned, her hand moving faster beneath her robe. I turned her on so much with my slutty behavior, forcing her to masturbate.

  I should lick her pussy. But she was out of my reach. I couldn't move. Not when Daddy's cock rammed over and over into my bowels. I didn't want to move. I loved it. Whether Daddy fucked my mouth, pussy, or asshole, I loved his dick in me. I loved pleasing him. I wanted his cum pumped into me, flooding my body.

  My clit and nipples throbbed against pillow and the bedspread respectively. My nubs drank in the friction, sending tingling delight to the boil in my cunt. More and more of my juices dribbled out of me as Daddy pounded my asshole.

  “Allah's messenger, what a sinful delight,” grunted Daddy. He plunged his cock so deep into my bowels. “What a whore!”

  “Such a shameful daughter,” groaned Mom, her body quivering her cheeks so dark with her pleasure. I could hear her fingers plunge into her wet cunt. “Fuck her whore-ass, my husband! Dump your cum in her! Take your pleasure in her body.”

  “I'm just a slut, Daddy! To be used by you!” And by other men.

  The bed creaked louder and louder, Daddy fucking me harder and harder. He rammed his cock so deep into me. He plunged it over and over into my bowels. I whimpered, the headboard thudding into the walls.

  He fucked me with so much passion. His balls thwacked into my taint over and over, full of his cum that I wanted pumped into the depths of my asshole. It would be so nasty. So wonderfully filthy. I couldn't wait to feel him spurt into me.

  “Cum in me, Daddy!” I moaned. “Just spurt your hot cream into me. Flood my ass!”

  “Flood the slut's ass, my husband!” Mom's dark hair swayed about her shoulders. She looked on the verge of cumming.

  Just like me.

  “Yes, yes, pound my asshole, Daddy, and cum! Satiate your lusts in my bowels!”

  “Little trollop!” groaned Daddy, ramming his dick into the depths of my bowels. “To think you came from my loins. Such a whore! Always teasing me. Always wanting me to fuck this body. And now I can.”

  “Because I'm your slut, Daddy! Yours!”

  Daddy grunted, slamming his cock deep into my bowels. His mighty nuts smacked into my taint. Then his dick pulsed. Cum spurted into my depths. So thick and creamy. I shuddered, savoring it basting me. My asshole clenched down so hard on his dick.

  “Take it, whore!” Daddy grunted.

  “Yes, yes, flood my slut-daughter's asshole!” moaned Mom, her voice so throaty. Like she orgasmed watching my shameful behavior.

  Both my parents were cumming because of me. Daddy's hot spunk flooded my bowels. The heat washed through me. I shuddered, grinding my clit into the pillow case, loving the feel of Daddy's cock erupting in my asshole.

  My climax rippled through me.

  “Daddy!” I howled as my bowels spasmed on his dick.

  My pussy convulsed. Juices squirted out of me as I thrashed. I humped the pillow, shameful rapture flooding through my body. It reached my mind, the incestuous ecstasy rippling through my thoughts. I groaned and gasped, eyes rolling back into my head at the delightful feel of pleasing my Dad's cock with my nubile body.

  “Oh, Mommy, I made Daddy cum!”

  “You did,” she groaned, pulling her hand out of her robe, glistening with her juices. “You are such a slut, Leyla.”

  “Such a slut!” groaned Daddy. “Where did we go wrong with you, little flower?”

  “It's the college,” Mother said. “The students there are lusty.”

  “Especially Clint,” I sighed.

  “Clint,” Mom agreed.

  * * *

  Mrs. Umayyah

  I brought my pussy-soaked fingers to Leyla's mouth. I came so hard watching my husband fuck her ass, finally getting to experience that anal treat I'd never offered him in the two decades of our marriage. The delight his youngest son had plundered from me this evening.

  But I was just helping Jalal. I wasn't a slut like Leyla.

  The girl sucked on my fingers with such whorish enthusiasm, cleaning my juices off with relish. I leaned over, kissing my husband, feeling his scratchy beard on my face. My pussy was still so hot. So wet. Watching them had stimulated me.

  I pulled my fingers from my daughter's suckling mouth and broke the kiss with my husband. “You enjoy her tonight. I'll be in her bed, letting you have all the fun you want.”

  “You are full of surprises, Jawdat.”

  I smiled at him. “A wife should always have a few surprises for her husband.”

  I rolled off the bed, rising, my big breasts jiggling beneath my robe. My nipples so hard, tingling as they rasped against the terrycloth. I shivered, hearing Leyla moan behind me as I slipped out of the master bedroom.

  I walked down the hallway, pussy juices soaking my bush. That hot itch tingled through me. I reached Faizel's door, his room dark. I bet he needed satisfaction. And Leyla wasn't available right now. She was too busy with her father. And the sounds they made...

  My eldest son would be so hard. At twenty, he would be so virile. So in need of a woman to relieve his pressure. He shouldn't have to use his hand. And he wasn't out with those American whores he usually dated from school.

  This didn't make me a slut. Just a good mother.

  I shrugged out of my bathrobe, letting it fall into a bundle around my feet, unveiling my naked body. I felt so wicked as I opened the door, a good wife and mother pretending to be a little slut like Leyla. I shivered, my pussy itching so badly as I slipped into Faizel's room. I spotted his form on his bed, his chest painted in silver band by the light streaming through his window, highlighting the muscular frame playing sports had given him.

  I licked my lips as I crossed the room, big tits jiggling. My nipples so hard. My pussy so wet and juicy. I reached his bed, crawling on it. My tits swayed as I stared down at his body. He wore flannel pajama bottoms, his cock a hard bulge in them.

  Poor thing. He definitely needed his mother.

  I pushed my hand into his pajama bottoms, finding his hard dick. I gripped him, his shaft so hot. He felt as big as his father. He'd please his wife as much as Karim had pleased me over the years. I needed to find him the perfect Muslim woman to be his wife. Not those American skanks he dated from the college we attended.

  Svetlana, his current girlfriend, had all the earmarks of a slut like Leyla.

  I stroked my son's dick with one hand, the other caressing his muscular chest. I smiled at him, feeling his muscles as he shifted. He let out a groan, his dick throbbing in my hand. I rubbed my thumb across the tip, precum beading out. I smeared the slick juices across his head.

  “Leyla,” he groaned, eyes opening. “Finished with Dad, you little slut?”

  “I'm your mother, not a slut!” I told him, being so stern. His dick twitched in my hand.

  “Mom?” he groaned.

  “I'm just making sure you're not in discomfort. And you're so hard. You poor thing. Mommy will make sure everything is fine. I'll jerk off your dick so you can sleep in peace.”

  “Fuck, Mom,” he groaned, his dick throbbing in my grip.

  I pulled down his pajama bottom, revealing his big, thick cock to the moonlight. I pumped up and down it, my hand a few shades lighter than his skin. I leaned forward, my breasts swaying before me. His hand reached out, cupping my soft tit.

  “You naughty b
oy,” I moaned as he squeezed and kneaded my breast. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I should just give him a handjob. Just so he could sleep. I wasn't here to fuck him. Leyla could do that for her brothers.

  Juices trickled down my thighs as he groped my big tit. His hand so strong, rough with callouses from playing sports. I loved it. Not the delicate touch of Jalal, my baby boy. But strong and virile like his father's. He looked so much like Karim when we first met and fell in love. I stared at my son's cheek.

  He'd look so handsome with a beard.

  “Mom,” he groaned, my hand flying up and down my son's dick. “This is so hot.”

  “Don't get that excited,” I purred, my hips wiggling. His fingers found my nipple, pinching the fat nub he used to suckle on. “I'm just helping you out while your slut-sister is busy.”

  “Uh-huh,” he panted, his dick throbbing, twitching. “Right, Mom. Just helping out. That's why your nipple is so hard.”

  “Well, you're just so sexy,” I purred, stroking his dick faster and faster, fighting the urge to just impale my cunt down on his cock like a slut.

  * * *

  Leyla Umayyah

  “Let me get your dick ready again,” I purred. “A good slut always cleans the dick that fucked her.”

  “Even if it's been in her ass?”

  I shivered, settling between Daddy's legs, his cum leaking out of my well-fucked asshole and running down to my hot pussy. “Especially then. I have to clean you up.”

  I leaned my head in, smelling my sour ass on his dick. A perverse, slutty hunger shot through my nineteen-year-old body. I grasped his dick and licked up the shaft. I shuddered, tasting my bowels, the dirty, incestuous musk I left on his dick.

  This was so wrong. I loved it. It made my pussy so hot. My flowing juices mixed with Daddy's cum on my vulva. I savored it as my tongue danced up and down his dick. I licked and lapped at his half-hard shaft. My lips kissed his dick, brief sucks to clean off more of my sour musk.

  “Such a slut, my little flower,” Daddy groaned, stroking my black hair.

  It made me purr in delight. I was so glad Daddy accepted me even though I brought such shame to our family. He didn't kick me out, instead he gave me what I needed. Mom was correct to train me and mold me. If I had tried to pretend to be a pure, Muslim woman, I would have slipped up. I would have cheated on my husband.

  This way, it was out in the open. Everyone would know. And my perverse lusts would be satiated.

  My lips latched onto to the tip of his dick. I sucked so hard, cheeks hollowing, savoring my sour flavor. I reveled in the dirty taste of my ass. I bobbed my mouth, taking more and more of his hardening cock.

  “What a depraved whore,” groaned Daddy. “You're like a slut in a porno.”

  I shivered, moaning my agreement about his dick.

  “Just so perverse. Willing to do anything with a cock.”

  Anything.

  I bobbed my head as he kept stroking my hair with that same fatherly gesture he had when I was a girl. Before I started wearing my hijab at menstruation. He stroked his fingers through my silk as I worshiped and cleaned his dick.

  I took more and more of him. The tip reached the back of my throat. I fought my gag and swallowed his cock. Once more, I deep-throated him. He groaned as I worked my lips farther and farther down his shaft, reaching the goal of nuzzling into his pubic hair.

  His wiry bush tickled my cheeks. I breathed in his manly musk, so salty and virile. I shuddered, moaning about his dick. My pussy burned so hot. My ass clenched, forcing out more of his cum to run down to my pussy. And then down my thighs. I felt the incestuous mix of jizz and cream running down my legs.

  Such a slut.

  “My little flower,” Daddy groaned. “If you keep sucking, I'll erupt in your mouth.”

  I pulled my mouth off his dick as quickly as I could, his cock sliding out of my throat. Then my lips popped off. “And you want to cum in my pussy, don't you, Daddy?” I stroked his cock, wet with my saliva, staring at him. “You want your slutty daughter to ride you like a whore in a porno.”

  “Yes!” he growled, fingers clenching into my hair.

  “Then you'll get it, Daddy!”

  Mom had showed me the proper technique to ride a cock with Jalal this afternoon. I watched her fuck my little brother with such wild abandon. She kept moving her hips, making sure my little brother had the maximum amount of pleasure.

  And I was ready to give that same ecstasy to my hunky Daddy.

  I straddled him. His hands gabbed my waist as I guided his dick to my hungry pussy. My breasts swayed before me as I shuddered. It felt so amazing to swab the crown of his thick cock through my shaved cunt.

  “I'm going to ride you so hard, Daddy,” I moaned, his cock nudging at the entrance of my twat.

  “You are, little flower!” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips.

  Then he pulled me down his dick.

  I gasped, back arching. My breasts heaved. His cock filled me to the hilt. My pussy rejoiced at our incestuous union. It sent such dizzy delight through my body to have the very dick in me that knocked up my mother.

  That seeded her with me.

  This cock helped create me. And now my pussy worshiped it. My fertile depths eager for his cum to flood me. Maybe he'd plant a daughter, a slut, in my cunt. My own sister-daughter to teach and mold and guide the way Mom did me.

  Because any daughter I had would have to be a slut.

  “Oh, Daddy, yes!” I moaned, sliding up his dick, my breasts jiggling before me. My hips moved, wiggling and undulating just how Mom taught me. “Do you love my pussy riding your dick?”

  “So much,” he groaned, hands moving. He seized my tits, rough hands squeezing hard.

  It hurt. I loved it.

  “Fuck your daddy's cock, you little slut!” he growled, bearded face burning with pleasure. “Do it!”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, pumping my hips faster and faster. I worked my cunt up and down his dick, drinking in the rapture. I slammed down him, grinding my clit into his pubic bone, my pussy growing hotter and hotter on his shaft.

  I swirled his cock around in me as I fucked him. I kept my hips moving, dancing. His hands squeezed my tits, his thumbs brushing my nipples. They sent such amazing waves of delight through me. I trembled and groaned. My eyes rolled back into my head.

  My clit smacked into his pubic bone on every downstroke. My pussy clenched when it did, sparks shooting through my snatch. I whimpered, drinking in the rapture, swiveling my hips. My black hair bounced about my shoulders as I rode him faster and faster.

  “Oh, Daddy, yes!” I gasped. “I love your dick in my pussy!”

  He squeezed my tits. “I can tell. Such a hot cunt working up and down my dick. You're going to explode on me.

  “So hard, Daddy!” I whimpered, slamming down his girth over and over.

  I loved feeling him fill me. His dick stretching out my cunt every time I bottomed out on him. Then I had the joy of the wonderful rise up his girth, feeling him withdraw out of my cunt, leaving me so empty. So in need of being filled again by him.

  And then I impaled myself down his cock again.

  I loved it. Such a whore. My hips danced and whirled. I fucked him so hard, my hands rubbing at his hairy, muscular torso. I twined his chest hairs about my fingers as I fucked him. My fingernails scratched at his chest. I groaned and whimpered, my pussy growing so hot as I loved this dick in me.

  I loved my father fucking me so much.

  “Daddy!” I whimpered over and over. “Cum in me. I want your jizz spurting into my fertile depths!”

  “Such a slut!” he groaned, pinching my nipples.

  I squealed in rapture, my pussy clenching down so hard on his dick. My nipples shot rapture straight down to my slutty cunt. My flesh clung to his cock, drinking in the friction, propelling me to ride him faster and harder.

  Bringing me closer and closer to my incestuous release.

  Then Daddy let go my left nipp
le. His right hand shot behind me, grasping my ass. I groaned as he kneaded my rump, his other hand still playing with my nipple. I shuddered, leaning over him, savoring how his cock rubbed differently in my pussy.

  Daddy loved it. His fingers dug into my crack as he groaned. He felt his cum leaking out my asshole. Then he jammed a digit deep into my rectum. My pussy clamped down hard on his cock at the sudden intrusion.

  “Daddy!” I screamed, cumming hard on his dick.

  My body thrashed atop him, my pussy convulsing about his hard cock. My flesh writhed and spasmed. His finger reached so deep into my asshole, that stimulation coursing through me. My back arched, my clit grinding into his pubic mound.

  Ecstasy surged through my body. Incestuous delight reached my mind. Such wonderful rapture. Euphoria. I gasped and moaned as I bucked on him. He grunted, squeezing my right tit so hard as he felt my passion.

  “Cum in me, Daddy!” I howled, gripped in my pleasure. “Just flood me! Please! I need it, Daddy!”

  “Yes, you do, my little flower,” he growled.

  His hips fucked upward. He bounced my convulsing cunt on his dick. He possessed such virile strength to still fuck me like this. I shuddered, my hair dancing around my shoulders as he plowed that amazing cock into my cumming depths. His pubic bone smashed my clit every time I slammed back down his cock.

  Orgasms rippled through me. Wave after wave of rapture surged through my body. I groaned and gasped, trembling, my tits heaving. Daddy grunted, feeling the pleasure of my youthful cunt massaging his hard dick.

  Driving him to his release.

  “Slut!” he howled, thrusting up into my cunt.

  “I am, Daddy!” I howled, gripped in euphoria.

  And then his cum spurted into my incestuous depths. It only grew better and better. My rapture burned hotter as my daddy's jizz filled my cunt. It splashed into my fertile depths again. I groaned, my cunt milking out all his pleasure.

  I hoped he bred me. Someone would, and it would be so hot if it were my Daddy. My orgasm peaked through me as he grunted and groaned. He wiggled that finger in my asshole. He squeezed my tit. He pumped the last drops of his cum into my pussy.