Chapter 42: The Muslimah Becomes a Fertile Slut

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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 sixteen 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 sixteen, 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.

The pair of them kissed as they shuddered. They were cumming. I loved seeing them shaking through their passion. It was so hot to watch as my entire body quivered through such rapture. I was in heaven here.

I loved every second of that delight. My eyes rolled back in my head as I enjoyed this passion. It was a beautiful thing. I shuddered, my heart hammering in my chest. I was so glad for this. So happy right now.

The pleasure rushed through me as those two tongues licked at me. They feasted on me with all that they had. It was so good to have them stroking up and down my cunt. I gasped as they did that. It was so good to have them lapping at me like that. They made me shiver in delight.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned. “That’s it. That’s so good. You’re driving me wild. I ... I ... Yes!”

I hit the peak of my orgasm, swaying there. “Oh, that’s amazing!”

Kristen pauses.

She glances at the wall separating her room. She had just written, ”’Oh, that’s amazing!’ gasps Layla,” when Kristen thought she heard that same cry from her sister’s bedroom. Kristen frowned and shook her head.

Of course she didn’t hear that. It was just Britney or Noriko goofing around. Kristen thinks the idea her little sister is having sex with Britney and the “imaginary” Layla is naughty, little knowing that her pen reshapes reality.

She put her pen back to the paper and wrote so fast.

Layla is eager for more. Luckily for her, the front door opens and closes.

Daddy’s home.

Layla Achmed

I whipped my head around at the sound of the front door opening. “Is that...?”

“Maybe,” Britney purred as she pulled her fingers out of Noriko’s pussy and licks them clean.

Noriko did the same, sucking Britney’s cream off those pale-olive fingers. Layla shivered, wanting to do that, but the footsteps are creeping up the stairs. They sound heavy. Manly. She breathed heavily, her heart racing.

Then the steps marched down the hallway. A man appeared. Tall. Handsome. Wearing a suit, his tie dangling from his hand. He flicked his eyes up and down her and grinned. He took her by the hand and led her down the hallway.

“I’m going to pump your pussy full of cum,” he said as he led her into the master bedroom where...

Mrs. Miller waited. She had several cameras pointing at the bed. She was in the corner, naked and rubbing at her pussy. Her eyes widened with delight at the sight of my naked flesh. She licked her lips and pulled out a remote.

She clicked it.

The cameras turned on.

“Oh, she’s so young and hot,” moaned Mrs. Miller. “I bet her pussy is so much better than mine. Yes, yes, you’re going to fuck her so hard. You’re going to make her into your whore.”

“Yes, I am,” said Mr. Miller. “I’m going to pound her little cunt. Just fuck her with all that I have. She’s going to squeal like a whore, aren’t you?”

I whimpered and nodded.

“That’s right,” he said. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you so hard, whore. Just enjoy pumping my seed in you. My wife’s pussy is so loose. Not like your tight, young cunt.”

“Yes,” whimpered Mrs. Miller. She was getting off on being humiliated. Her cheeks were so red. “Your cunt is so much better than mine. My husband deserves the best cunts, not his wife’s worthless pussy.”

I was so shocked, but her cunt was dripping juices. She was so wet.

Britney and Noriko came in behind me, pregnant and eager. I shuddered as Mr. Miller stripped naked. He untucked his silk dress shirt and finished unbuttoning it. I groaned as his muscular body came into sight. He was so strong.

My pussy clenched. This heady heat shot through me at how sexy he was. I wanted to lick him. I wanted to lap my tongue over his hot body. I was such a whore. This was so wild. I quivered here, aching for everything that would cum.

“My, my, she looks ready,” said Mr. Miller.

“She does,” cooed his wife. “Little whore just wants it, doesn’t she. Ooh, she’s going to be so much better than me.”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

Mr. Miller then undid his belt. His pants. The zipper of his fly rasped down. I felt so dizzy now. I was so dizzy with lust as he shoved off his pants and his boxers. His cock popped out. My eyes widened at its size.

I had seen pornos staring him, but it was so much bigger in person. I shuddered, swaying there. I just ... I had to ... I whimpered as he stepped out of his pants, his massive rod twitching. He was so big and thick. The Prophet Mohammad would call me a whore.

Yes, I was a whore.

A whore for big dicks that would stretch out my pussy. I could not wait for him to ram into me. I wiggled my hips back and forth. His dick would slam into me so hard. My tongue stroked over my lips. I wanted to be in him.

I craved to fuck him so hard.

He gripped me by the hips and spun me around. I gasped as he threw me down on the bed. I bounced, shivering. My legs spread wide. I wanted him to bury his face into my cunt and feast on me. I craved to have him licking at my cunt.

That would be so hot.

He crawled onto the bed, his cock swinging beneath him. I shuddered, aching for him to just ram that big fucker into me. I spread my legs wide. He ducked his head down and took a lick at my pussy. I gasped, feeling his stubble on my shaved pussy lips.

“Mr. Miller!” I squealed.

“Go, Daddy, go!” Britney cheered.

“Yes, yes, fuck that pristine, virgin pussy!” Mrs. Miller moaned. “Fuck that Arab twat. Ram into the little Muslim whore’s pussy.”

“Muslimah whore!” I moaned. “Defile me and breed me!”

“Yes,” Mr. Miller growled and crawled up my body, his cock swaying.

He kissed me, his lips tasting of my tart pussy. I groaned, making out with him as his cock nuzzled into my wet pussy. My boobs rubbed into his chest. I groaned, savoring this moment. His tongue danced around in my mouth.

I kissed him with passion as he pressed his cock into my twat. His weight was on me, so strong and masculine. I loved this moment. I shuddered as he kissed me with all that he had. It was a beautiful thing. I was in heaven here.

His cock nuzzled against my cunt. He pushed and pushed on me. I shuddered as he did that. It was a wonderful thing to have him drilling against my hymen. He pushed and pushed on me until my maidenhead popped.

I gasped as he was in me.

I wasn’t a virgin any longer.

He growled into my lips as he sank his cock into my pussy. Inch after inch of his massive rod sank into me. I couldn’t believe I was taking him. I was stretching around his shaft until he nuzzled against my womb. His balls rested against my taint.

How did I know that word?

I was a Muslimah whore, of course.

His cock knocked at my cervix. He had stuffed every inch of his cock into my pussy. I was such a whore. I loved it so much. I savored having him all the way in me. I clamped down on him as he drew back his dick.

He growled as he did that. It was so amazing to have him pulling back and back with his dick. I groaned, savoring that delight. It was so wonderful to have him doing that. He rammed back into me. He filled me up with his rod.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He moaned as he buried into me. He slammed into my twat with his hard cock. He pumped away at me. “That’s it. That’s fucking it!”

“It’s so good!” I moaned as he pumped away at me. He pounded my twat with that big dick. I loved him slamming into me with that massive rod. It was so amazing to have him slamming into my twat with all that he had. “Damn, that’s wonderful!”

“So good, Mr. Miller!” I whimpered.

“Yes, yes, fuck that Muslimah slut’s pussy,” Mrs. Miller hissed. “Is her cunt so much better than mine?”

“So much fucking better!” Mr. Miller roared and buried his cock into my twat hard.

“That’s right!” I hissed. “Your husband wants teenage pussy. Underage cunt. Not your old, worthless pussy!”

“Yes,” she whimpered, masturbating in the corner. It was disgusting. She was foul, but I was young and tight.

Mr. Miller hammered my cunt so hard. He buried into my pussy with all that he had. I loved him fucking me so hard. I squeezed my cunt down on his huge cock. He plowed into me with all that he had. It was so good to have him thrusting away at me.

I shuddered, reveling in that heat. I loved that wonderful dick in my twat. I rose toward my orgasm. I would have a huge one. A mighty climax on his dick. I could not wait to cum on him. That would be so amazing.

He thrust away at me. He fucked me with all that he had. It was just so good to have him hammering me like that. He pounded me with all that big dick. It was so good to have him hammering me with all his might. I loved it.

I loved the way he pounded my snatch. I gasped in delight, my fingernails raking across his back. I loved every second of his big dick fucking me. He pounded me with all that he had. He thrust away at me with so much passion.

It was so good to have him doing that to me. I loved the way he plowed into me. It was so good to have him thrusting into me with all that he had. I enjoyed every last second of that rod in me. It was so good to have him hammering me.

He fucked me so hard.

“Mr. Miller!” I gasped. “That’s it! Enjoy my underage pussy!”

“Fucking enjoying it,” he growled. “Cum, you naughty slut! I want to breed that fertile pussy!”

I clamped down on him, my pussy gripping his rod. I loved the way that he buried into my snatch. It was so good to have that mighty cock slamming into my twat. He buried into me with so much force. My twat melted around him.