The Muslimah Becomes a Fertile Slut
Kristen thinks of Layla. This Arab girl fills her mind.
To Kristen, Layla must be a rebellious girl. One who wants to be bred to defy her conservative father. A Muslimah (woman who is a Muslim) who craves to be naughty. That makes Kristen tingle with delight.
Through the wall, Kristen hears that Noriko is over. Britney must be having a sleepover with her best friend. In Kristen's perverse world of her diary (and the reality that she's warped on accident), Britney and Noriko are regularly being fucked by her father on these sleepovers.
What if they invite a new friend over so she can be bred by a real man,
thinks Kristen.
And with that, a special guest, one Kristen believes she's invented but in fact is a real person, will be joining the sleepover.
* * *
Layla Achmed
I was returning from the mosque with my mother. It was Friday, so we were there for prayers and to hear the imam speak, segmented from the men by a curtain like it was proper. That was what I wanted to be.
Proper.
A good Muslimah. Virginal. Pure. Sinless. I would be a good wife to my husband so that when I died, he would call me up from hell to be with him in Paradise. If I wasn't a good wife, I would be condemned. After all, the Prophet Mohammad (peace be upon his name) said the majority of those in hell were women.
So I had to try hard to be a good Muslimah. I would never think about boys and be seduced by the decadent west where we would live. I would marry a proper Muslim man and have many children. We would transform America into a proper country that followed Sharia Law.
Mother and I passed that degenerate Britney's house. The whole family was foul. I heard so many rumors about them. The mother made pornography. The two daughters were pregnant with their own father's children. They had naked sex slaves.
It was fine for a man to have sex slaves--to possess whatever his right hand grasp as the Prophet Mohammad (peace be upon him) commands--but to make them go about naked was perverse. I had seen them. East Asian whores.
I would wait until marriage. I would not...
* * *
Layla wants to be a whore. She doesn't want to wait for marriage. She doesn't want to be married. Luckily, her new friend Britney has a plan.
* * *
Layla Achmed
I shook my head, blinking. A plan? There was...
Of course there was a plan for me to become a whore.
I glanced at Britney's house, hating the smothering dress and
hijab
I was forced to wear. I wanted to show off my beauty. To be used by boys. I wanted to be pregnant, of course, but with random men's babies.
To be a whore.
If it was so hard for women to make it to Paradise, then I would earn being in hell. I would glory in it. Britney had a plan to help me, though. I just had to go to her house. I made my excuse to mother and darted across the street.
There was a sleepover happening at Britney's house. I would be able to get laid. Her father would take my virginity. I reached their front door and rang the doorbell. I was so ready for how amazing this night would be. I knew it would be the best of my life.
The start of a new existence.
The front door opened and a naked, Japanese girl stood there with big boobs. She looked to be nineteen with glossy, black hair and a thick bush that hid her pussy. She was as hairy as I would be if I didn't shave, the only
proper
thing I did as a Mulsimah.
And not for grooming but because I liked how it felt to rub my hand across my wet pussy like a complete whore.
Lastly, the whore who answered the door had a collar about her throat. She bowed and said, "Welcome, honored guest. I am Niku, the family's sex slave. Come in. Mistress Britney is eager to see you. She is up in her room with her other guest, Noriko."
"Thanks," I said and ripped off my
hijab.
"I don't need that. Burn it or throw it away or whatever."
"Of course, Miss Layla," she said. "And do not hesitate to ask to use me or my daughter, Asoko." She motioned to another Japanese girl who had small boobs but the same porcelain face, like a living doll. Almost impossibly gorgeous and definitely delicate.
How could she have possibly have a daughter who was the same age as her? That made no sense to me. It didn't have to. I rushed up the stairs, my black hair flying free. I had never been in this house before, but that made sense.
I reached the top floor and found a hallway with many doors. The first was clearly a boy's room. The second was a girl's, neat and clean, her bed made up with a desk covered in books. Another door was for a bathroom. I passed one door that...
Never needed to be opened. What was in there didn't' matter. It...
I blinked, feeling this strange sensation of something fading away. I ignored it and reached another bedroom door. I heard giggling from inside. I knocked on it. The door opened to revel a pregnant Britney butt-naked.
She had a belly round with her father's baby. Her brown hair fell in pigtails over her shoulders, her breasts small. She pulled me inside, leaving the door open. On her bed, Noriko sat naked and also pregnant, another Japanese girl.
She didn't wear a slave's collar.
"We have to get you naked," said Britney. "Asoko and Niku, get your butts up here and strip my guest naked!"
From downstairs, the two maids rushed up. I trembled there as Britney sat down beside her pregnant friend. They slipped their arms around each other and started kissing. I shuddered at the sight of their lips melting together. That was wild to watch.
"Your father?" I asked.
"He'll be home soon," purred Britney. "Until then..."
The two Japanese sex slaves were on me. They started unbuttoning the back of my dress. I shuddered as they worked. They were moving fast to get me naked. I wanted to be utterly nude. That would be so amazing.
I shivered as they opened the back of my dress and pulled it down off me. I quivered there as they worked fast. They were clearly good at what they did. I loved how they worked. They moved quickly until they were pulling off my dress.
"Ooh, you're naked beneath," squealed Britney.
"It's the only thing I can do," I said, my round boobs jiggling. "I have 34Cs. They're cute, right?"
"So cute," said Noriko. "And that pussy is shaved. Ooh, naughty."
"Muslimah women should have shaved pussies," I said. "For hygiene, but I love it."
"Mmm, get her ready," Britney said. "Slaves, eat her pussy!"
I shuddered at those words. To have two women, mother and daughter who both looked nineteen, feasting on my cunt was wild. Asoko and Niku knelt before me. They looked like twin sisters instead of mother and daughter, though Niku was so much bustier than her daughter.
"Miss Layla," the pair purred together and nuzzled between my legs. I shuddered at that. They licked at me. They lapped at my cunt, making me feel so good. I loved it. They caressed through my cunt with their tongues.
I groaned as they did that. It felt so good to have them licking me. My eyes rolled back in my head as they did it. It was so good to have them feasting on me. I groaned as their tongues stroked through my hot flesh.
It was incredible to have them lapping at me. I shuddered at the way they both caressed me. It was so good to have them doing that to me. I groaned and shivered, my heart pounding in my chest as I had two cuties feasting on me.
They licked and lapped at me. It was so good to have them doing that. I was so happy to have them stroking their tongues over my hot flesh. I shuddered at the way they flicked around me. I groaned again and again.
"Ooh, ooh, that's nice," I moaned.
Their tongues stroked around my petals. They brushed my hymen and touched my clit. I masturbated, of course. I loved masturbating, and I savored that wonderful joy of jilling off in my bedroom with my mother none the wiser.
Now...
Now...
Those tongues stroked over my cud. I groaned in delight as they tongued me. One of the slaves suckled at my bud and nibbled on it. The other one lapped at my slit. They were so good at what they did to me.
They were amazing at it.
I groaned, my entire body trembling. I savored the heat of this moment so much. My face contorted with the delight of it. They were making me feel so good. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest.
They flicked their tongues over my bud. They lapped at me with such passion. It was incredible to have them doing that to me. I loved every second of it. This was just such a beautiful thing. I reveled in it. I shook my head, enjoying every last second of this delight.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh," I groaned. "That's good. That's so good. You know that. You're making me feel amazing!"
"Good!" Britney purred as she and Noriko fingered each other's pussies.
The two pregnant girls stared at me trembling, rising toward my orgasm. Their hands reached around their swollen bellies to rub at their cunts. I licked my lips, my boobs jiggling. This felt so good. I loved the attention.
The one suckling on my clit also nibbled with her lips. The other one fluttered her tongue up and down my slit. I shuddered, hurtling toward my orgasm. I would have a big burst of delight I could not wait for that delight to explode through me. I was so close. I...
"Oh, yes!" I gasped. "Fuck Allah! I'm a whore!"
My pussy juices gushed out and drowned their mouths. My entire body quivered with rapture. Stars flashed across my vision. I whimpered, my head tossing from side to side. I loved every second of this. It was so good to have them licking at me.
To have them lapping at me. They stroked their tongues through my folds. I groaned, rising and rising toward that moment when I would cum. I would just have a huge climax. I wanted to burst with delight.
"That's so good!" I moaned. "I'm a lesbian whore, too!"
"Yes!" Bringey squealed.
"So hot!" Noriko moaned.
