Daughter's Incestuous Delight
Mrs. Umayyah
The next day, my ass still hurt from my discipline. I couldn't help but squirm as I sat in the back seat of my husband and Master's car. My rump ached and throbbed. The longer the car ride went, the more my discomfort grew. The ache grew with every moment and I embraced it.
I deserved this pain.
I had become a slut. A whore. A depraved woman who violated her marriage vows. I sold my body to my students. I turned my daughter into a prostitute to channel the lusts awakened in me when I witnessed Clint fucking his aunt, my fellow college professors, and his sisters. It had planted a seed that grew into a sultry flower with vines that had spread to every part of my body.
And when my daughter found out what I was, she told my husband. And he... He punished me.
Dominated me.
Made me his sex slave.
Now my daughter rode beside him up front, sitting tall, her uncovered black hair falling about her shoulders. She kept reaching over, patting my husband and Master's thigh, stroking him through his work jeans, her fingernails scratching at the denim. She'd taken my place in his bed while I spent the night fucking our eldest son, Faizel, given to him by my husband and Master.
"There it is!" Leyla squealed in delight, bouncing in the seat. The nineteen-year-old clapped her hands together with her girlish enthusiasm. She threw a look over her shoulder. "You ready, Mommy-slave?"
"Yes, Daughter," I said, putting such emphasis on my new mistress's name. "I'm so looking forward to it."
"Fucking another man with your daughter, or obeying me?" Karim growled. I saw his eyes looking at me in the rearview mirror.
"Both, my Master," I answered, rubbing my hands before me, my pussy so juicy. "It'll be so naughty to pleasure him with our daughter."
"She is such a wicked wife, Daddy," Leyla said, her voice dripping with enjoyment.
"Yes, she is," my husband and Master said, his voice a deep gravel. "And you, my little flower, are a wicked slut."
Leyla beamed at him, her smile shining from her face. I had done an amazing job turning her into a slut, into a whore. I had debased my daughter as a proxy for my own lusts, changing her forever.
I sucked in a deep breath. Today, I would fuck another man who wasn't my son in front of my husband. He would watch me be an utter whore.
My pussy grew even juicier.
This
is what I had craved ever since I peeped in on Clint fucking his family a year ago. I'd feared it. I tried to hide it by delving into another obsession: online gambling. But that still didn't stop me from descending into this whorish behavior. By training Leyla, it opened up all those desires I had suppressed.
And I was forever lost.
But first we had to make another stop. And I wasn't looking forward to it. My stomach grew tense as my husband and Master turned into a driveway of a large, expensive house. Not a mansion, but something larger than any family really need. Instead, it proved that the owner had money.
I climbed out of the car in my conservative dress, my body naked beneath. I had my head bowed, no
hijab
wrapped around my silky-black hair. I followed my husband and Leyla to the front door, my daughter clinging to my husband and Master's arm. She practically floated beside him, bursting with desire for what was coming.
Karim reached the door, rang the doorbell.
Todd Myers, the father of Kimmy, my daughter's friend and my son's slut-girlfriend, opened the door. Todd's face soured at the sight of me. Then he glanced at my husband. He clenched his fist, the anger swelling in him.
I winced.
"Need more money?" Todd demanded. "Or did you bring my daughter home? If you're going to blackmail me for fucking her, at least she could be around so I can get what I'm paying for."
"My wife is here to apologize for that," Karim said. "She made a mistake. The slut grew greedy."
"Slut?" Todd asked, arching an eyebrow.
"My wife is a whore. A disgusting slut who sells her body for money." He grabbed me and pulled me past Leyla to thrust me at Todd. I didn't fight him. My black hair swayed about my shoulders as I sucked in a deep breath, fear sweeping through me. "Apologize to him.
"Yes, my Master," I said, sucking in a deep breath. This was so humiliating. So embarrassing. I hated apologizing, and admitting I was wrong. "Mr. Myers, I am humbly sorry for blackmailing you and setting you up. I was a greedy sow. A disgusting bitch." I fell to my knees, looking up at him. "And to show you how sorry I am, I am willing to do anything to make it up for you.
"Anything."
"Anything?"
"Slave, strip out of the lying garment," my husband growled. "Show him what you truly are!"
Despite the humiliation burning in my cheeks, or maybe because of it, my pussy almost creamed itself. "Yes, my Master," I moaned, my hands shooting to the buttons of my dress. "Mr. Myers, I was a cunt to you. A bitch. And you deserve to use my body. In any way you want."
His angry eyes smoldered as he watched me strip. I ripped the bodice of my dress open, my large, dusky breasts spilling out. I shivered, my heart racing as I stared up at him. I squirmed my hips, my pussy dripping with excitement. I slipped my arms out of the sleeves of my dress, my tits swaying with my movement.
He licked his lips.
"And the video of me fucking my daughter?" he growled. "The one you
threaten
to show my wife."
"Deleted," Karim said. "And your recurring 'donation' to the 'after school club' has been canceled."
"It was so mean of my mommy-slave to do," Leyla said. "I had no idea, Mr. Myers. I just thought I was filming Kimmy's first time. I had a lot of fun with you. I never wanted to hurt you like that mean bitch."
I shuddered at my daughter's words. I rose, letting my dress fall off my body. My newly shaved pussy felt so bare. I could feel the air currents wafting about my pussy lips, tingling them. My juices cooled my hot flesh as they dribbled out of me.
"So fuck her hard, Mr. Myers," Leyla purred. "Or spank her, or do whatever you want to my mommy-slave."
