Arab MILF Becomes His Free Use Slave
Tony Carter - Day Five
I lead my sex slaves and Mrs. Tlaib out of her classroom. The married, Arab MILF taught my last class of the day. After dumping my load of cum in her pussy before all her students, I was done for the day. Who cared if there was still a half-hour left?
Mrs. Tlaib followed me, eager to be used by me. She was naked save for the bronze hijab wrapped around her face, covering all her hair. The modesty of it combined with her nudity made me so hard. I loved how she was shaved, too. Her big, dusky tits bounced with her every step.
"That was hot," cooed Tina, my third sex slave. She was a cutie from my first class with black hair and round tits. She was naked and collared, of course.
"Yeah," Bitch, my big sister and first sex slave, cooed. Her blonde hair spilled around her gorgeous face. Her round boobs jiggled before her, those fat, pink nipples of hers begging to be pierced. "God, I'm so wet, Master."
"Soaking wet," moaned Angela, my cheerleader-slave. I picked her up second. The redhead was probably the hottest girl at our college. Even better, her boyfriend used to pick on me. Now I fucked her in front of him.
I loved this power.
"So, where are we going, Master?" asked Tina.
I grinned, my dick so hard for the fun we were going to have.
* * *
Ms. Alisha Tlaib
I drove my car to the sex shop, Master in the back getting a double BJ from his older sister and Tina. Angela was upfront with me, her breasts quivering as the car drove. It was so strange being naked. I could feel the leather seats on my butt, my juices and the cum leaking out of my pussy and soaking the material.
It was a good thing my husband had paid to have it treated to not stain. Even if it wasn't treated, I would still do this. I would do anything that Tony wanted. That cute nerd was just so sexy. I was thrilled to be used by him. Me. He could have picked any of his teachers to drive him to the sex shop.
"That's it," groaned Tony. "Suck my dick!"
"Yes, Master," Tina cooed followed by a wet plop.
"Mmm, we'll make you cum so hard, Master," purred Bitch. Tina would be sucking now. The sloppy sounds she made had me squirming.
I hit the phone button on my steering wheel and said, "Call husband."
The phone dialed and then Rashid picked up. "Aren't you still teaching, my gazelle?"
"I am being used by Tony," I said. "I don't know when I'll be coming home. You're probably on your own for dinner."
"Ah, of course," said my husband. He
hated
when I didn't cock. "If Tony is using you, well, I can't complain. He has good taste in women if he has picked you."
"Yes!" Tony groaned. "I'm going to make your wife my sex slave. She's mine now! I own her!"
I shuddered in delight as my husband said, "Of course, of course. You better serve him well. If I hear you're not..."
I shuddered. He was not opposed to disciplining me with his hand on my bare bottom. "Of course not, my husband. I'll be a faithful sex slave to him. I did not object when he stripped me naked before my class and fucked me hard. He filled me with his seed."
"Good, good," my husband said. "If he wishes to breed you, then your womb better open for his seed, my gazelle."
"Yes, my husband," I purred, Tony groaning in the background. "Well, I will speak to you later. I love you."
My husband grunted and hung up. He never liked to say those words when someone else could hear. He had his masculine image he had to protect. It was cute. I smiled, though, as I kept driving. I squirmed there, my pussy so wet and dripping with his cum.
He groaned louder, the two sluts suckling on him. I drove through traffic toward Freedom Books. It was a porn shop in Lakewood. I was about to get on 512 and head that way. There was another sex shop in South Hill, but he didn't want that one.
I was certain he had his reasons. He was such an amazing man, after all.
The suckles and slurps echoed from the back door as I got onto the freeway. I drove for Lakewood. I just had to follow 512 for about ten minutes or so until it ended. I drove, loving the sounds of the blowjobs. How he groaned and moaned. I watched his face in the rearview mirror.
"Cum on us, Master!" whimpered his big sister. I had her last year. Bitch was a good name for her.
"Yes, yes, jizz on our faces," Tina moaned. "Just erupt."
"Fuck, yes!" Tony growled.
The sounds of his grunts as he came made me shudder in envy. If only I wasn't driving. I would savor being in the back and having him use me that way. He could spray his cum all across my face. I would revel in it. I gripped the steering wheel, my clit throbbing with anticipation.
They squealed like whores as he dumped his cum on them. It was only proper that they make such naughty sounds. I approved. They shuddered as he grunted one more time. Angela turned back to watch, smiling.
"Ooh, give me a kiss, Tina!" she said, leaning between the seats.
Tina kissed the cheerleader, sharing his cum with her. So lucky. I slowed as traffic grew heavy toward the end of 512. I moved into the right lane. The sex shop was just around the corner from here on 100th Street. I got off the freeway and into the turn lane. I trembled, my heart pounding as the sluts shared his cum.
The light turned green. I went with the traffic and made the left. In a few blocks, Freedom Books came up. It was a shady-looking place. A seedy sex shop, not like Lover's Package which was all bright and modern. Freed Books was one of those old places before porn had become mostly accepted in the mainstream.
I felt wonderfully dirty to be used by going in there.
I parked in the gravel lot and climbed out. So did the others. Tony was just as naked as his women and myself, save for their shoes. It was a nice day. I smiled as I headed inside. I would be one of his sex slaves, too.
Me.
I quivered in delight as I opened the door and stepped inside. I shuddered at the pornographic magazines on the rack, stickers of green or orange covering the women's nipples and pussies. I looked around at the sexy toys. The bondage gear. The collection of guns and survival equipment. A rack of old books, the spines cracked and pages yellowed. They were erotica. Naughty stuff, too.
Incest stories. Rape stories. Bestiality stories. I blinked at that. These were published books with ISBNs. I grabbed one and saw it was published back in the sixties. The world was such a different place back then.
Wow.
"We're not here for books," Tony said. "To shop. Pick out a leash and collar."
"Yes, Master," I said. "That's what I call you. Or do you want Sahib since I'm Arab?"
"Your choice," he said and smacked me on the ass. "We'll be in the sex toy section."
