Chapter 19: 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 in school. 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.”

“Yes, Sahib,” I purred and headed for the BDSM section. The woman running the store glanced up for a second then looked away, bored.

I moved through the fuzzy handcuffs, corsets, ball gags, leather masks, chaps, heeled boots, floggers, whips, ropes, and something called vampire gloves. What? I shuddered as I reached the collars. They had chain ones, leather ones, and canvas ones. The cheap type you’d put on a dog. Those were appealing. I was a bitch. The leather came in black, pink, purple, red, and ... gold. A gold collar and leash.

I picked those up, stroking the smooth material. It had a heavy ring. The material felt so wonderful on my skin. I loved the color. Gold. A king’s harem slaves wore gold collars, and Tony was just so amazing. He deserved it.

I moved toward him and found him in the process of pushing a butt plug into Tina’s asshole. She was bent over and whimpering. It had a dog’s tail attached to it like the one that Bitch wore. Tina whimpered then gasped. The butt plug popped inside.

“Master,” Tina moaned. “Oh, wow, that’s weird. I’m so glad to be used this way.”

“My turn, Master!” Angela said, thrusting another butt plug at him with a tail. She bent over and parted her cheeks, her ponytail of red hair dangling off her shoulder.

He worked it into her asshole with ease. She whimpered then gasped as it popped into place. I shuddered and rushed up to him. I knelt before him and held the leash and collar in my open hands, raising them as an offering.

“Collar me, Sahib,” I moaned. “I am yours.”

He took them and smiled. He opened the collar. I shuddered as he slid it around my neck with care so as not to distribute my hijab and expose my womanly glory to the sight of a man who wasn’t my husband. Like the young woman who was at the counter reading a book and ignoring us.

Master clipped the leash to the front around smiled at me. “Turn around. I want to fuck you in the ass!”

“Yes, Sahib,” I moaned and turned on my knees. My big boobs swayed beneath me. Cum and pussy cream ran down my thighs. I wanted my hunky, White master to fuck me hard. I wanted to be used by him.

I felt like an Arab woman from two hundred years ago, claimed by a British colonizer as his personal fucktoy, stolen from my husband by a more powerful man. Used so deliciously. I quivered in delight as Master’s cock nuzzled into my butt-crack.

“Sahib!” I moaned as he found my asshole.

I was so glad to feel him drilling against me. I shuddered as my asshole widened open more and more to swallow his mighty cock. My boobs swayed as the other sex slaves watched on. I could feel their eyes on me. It was just such a beautiful thing.

He thrust harder. I gasped as my anal ring surrendered. He popped into my bowels. Inch after inch of his cock sank into my flesh. It was such a good thing. I groaned as more and more of him sank into me. My eyes rolled back into my head as he buggered me.

He filled me up with his cock. It was just a wonderful moment. A big smile spread on my lips as he sank to the hilt in me. I shuddered, loving inch after inch of his dick sliding into my bowels. It was an incredible moment.

Just an absolute delight to have him sliding into my snatch. He filled me up with that big dick. I shuddered, a big smile on my lips. He was all the way in me. Every inch of his cock had filled up my anal sheath.

“Yes, Sahib!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good!”

“It is,” he said, his dick throbbing in my anal sheath. “It’s amazing!”

Amazing! He loved using me.

I squeezed my anal sheath down on his coax as he drew back. His dick massaged me. Pleasure burned through my asshole as he thrust back into me. He buried that big dick into my bowels. He plowed deep and hard into me. I groaned as he did that. It was just incredible to have him pumping away at me like that. I enjoyed it immensely.

I savored that big dick fucking me. It was so incredible to have him burying into me. He fucked me with all that he had. He pounded me with such force. It was incredible to have his cock in me. He pumped away at me.

My boobs swayed. My leash dangled on the floor. I whimpered, feeling that huge cock fucking me. He drilled into me over and over again. He fucked me with all that he had. It was just so good to have him doing that.

I reveled in it. I loved every last second of him fucking me like that. He drove me wild with that huge cock. It was a beautiful thing to have him fucking away at me. I shuddered, gripping my asshole down on his cock.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered. “That’s it! That’s wonderful! Sahib! I love being fucked in the ass by you! Use me!”

“Use her, Master!” the other sex slaves cheered.

M boobs bounced and swayed beneath me as I rocked back and forth to my Master’s hard thrusts. He fucked me with such passion. He hammered me with everything that he had. I loved it. My flesh melted around him. The heat soaked my cunt.

My orgasm built and built. I would have another mighty climax. I could not wait for that pleasure to sweep through me. I wanted every last second of that delight to shoot through me. It was just an incredible delight.

He hammered me. He fucked me. He pounded me with all that he had. It was just incredible to have him fucking me. I squeezed my bowels down on him. I reveled in this big dick pounding me. My Master slammed into my bowels.

“Shit!” he growled. “Oh, shit, that’s it!”

He slammed hard into me. I rose toward my orgasm. I was so close to it. I trembled as he fucked me hard and fast. He buried into my flesh with everything that he had. It was just so good to have him fucking me. I trembled, loving that large rod slamming into me.

I couldn’t hold back much longer. The incredible, velvety friction of his cock fucking my asshole burned through my pussy. The pressure grew in me. My tits swayed. I shuddered as he slammed to the hilt in me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I gasped. “Oh, wow, that’s it. That’s so good! Yes, yes, that’s it, Sahib. I ... Yes!”

I burst in rapture.

My cunt writhed around his cock. I suckled at him. I savored that heat sweeping through me. It was an incredible rush to have all that spunk rushing through my body. I enjoyed it immensely. I loved every last second of that treat.

“Shit,” he growled. “Mrs. Tlaib! Yes!”

He buried into my asshole and erupted. He flooded my anal sheath with his spunk. Blast after blast of his jizz filled my writhing bowels. I groaned, milking him with my convulsing flesh. My pussy spasmed, juice flooding down my thighs.

My gasps and moans echoed through the sex shop. They reverberated around me. I loved that sound as more and more of his cum spurted into me. He filled me to the brim with his jizz. He flooded me with every last drop of his spunk.

It was an incredible moment. I loved every last second of this. My eyes rolled back in my head as he grunted. My pussy writhed, the heat drowning my mind. He fired the last of his cum into my asshole. I shuddered through the delight.

“Master,” Bitch purred.

“Thanks,” he said and ripped his cock out of my asshole.

Immediately, something cold and conical pressed into my burning asshole. A butt plug. He was using me the same way as his other sex slaves. I smiled from ear to ear. Now I was one of his bitches, too. It was so hot.

“Sahib!” I whimpered as my anal ring widened with ease. The burning heat rippled through me.

The butt plug popped into my bowels. I clenched around it, feeling his cum trapped in me. The fuzzy tail tickled my butt-cheeks. I wiggled my hips, groaning as the cone shifted in me while the tail wagged from side to side.

“I’m so happy, Sahib,” I said.

“Good, good. Let’s ring up. Your husband will be paying.”

“Of course,” I said, so happy. “Let me grab my pocketbook out of my car.” I rushed to get it, my butt plug swishing around in me. I was just so thrilled that my Master used me. That he picked me over any other teacher.

Me!

Gina Charleston

I looked up from my magazine, board. I so hated working here. Sure, I got a discount on sex toys—since I was a lesbian, I liked to have a variety—and it pissed off my rich daddy, but was it really worth it to be so bored in such a skeezy place? Especially when I got leered at by the men who...

Walked up to the...

“You,” I breathed in shock as the naked, young man walked up to the counter, his cock thrusting out hard. I had never seen him in my life, but I knew him. The glasses. The dark hair. This was him. “Do you want to use me?”

“Yes, I do,” he said. “I want you to suck my dick clean of my sex slave’s asshole!”

“Yes!” I squealed in delight. I had never, ever sucked a boy off. Guys were so gross, but him...

I darted around the counter and dropped to my knees. I could not believe how lucky was. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his cock. I could taste her asshole on it. Whichever one he fucked, she had a yummy ass.

I loved rimming girls assholes. I savored stroking my tongue over their puckered holes and enjoying the earthy flavor. It was so dirty and depraved. I would wiggle my tongue past their asshole and sweep around in them.

So being used to suck his dirty dick clean only made this even better.

I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down his cock. I had to make sure that I did an amazing job so he would keep using me. I whimpered around his dick, savoring the sour flavor of his cock. This just incredible. I loved every second of this delight.

I suckled hard on him. I nursed with every last ounce of passion that I had. I wanted to make him cum. The dirty flavor of the woman’s asshole faded. Something salty replaced it. What was that? It was delicious, though.

Was that his precum?

Would his jizz taste so good? Other lesbians told me spunk was nasty, but...

How could anything he did to me be nasty?

I stared up at him with such worship in my eyes. I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down him. I had to give the best blowjob ever. I wanted his cock spurting into my mouth. I hoped to gulp down all that he had.

He groaned as I did that. He stared at me with such heat in his eyes. I loved this. I flicked my tongue around his cock. I nursed on him with passion. He groaned as I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down his cock, loving him.

“Sit,” he groaned.

“Ooh, suck our Master’s cock,” purred one of his sex slaves. They were so lucky to be owned by him.

“Blow him!” another moaned.

I groaned around his cock. I suckled hard on his dick, sliding my lips up and down him. I wanted to have all his jizz spurting to my mouth. I craved it so much. My cheeks hollowed with my passion. I savored every last second of this.

He slid his hands through my dyed-pink hair. I wondered if this would piss my father off? He hated I was a lesbian. So did that cow trophy wife he married. Portia. What a dumb name. No, no, how could this piss Daddy off?

It was him. Daddy would be proud that I was being used by him. I had to make sure Daddy never found out about this.

I shuddered, sucking so hard on that big dick. I shuddered, working my mouth up and down his shaft. It was just incredible to nurse on him like this. I put my all into blowing him. My cheeks hollowed with my every suckle.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he growled. “That’s so good. Ooh, you’re going to make me cum!”

That made me squeal around his cock. I suckled on him with all that I had. I worked my mouth up and down his dick. My eyes squeezed shut as I loved his dick. It was just incredible. His precum was so salty.

“Shit!” he groaned. “That’s so good. That’s ... Shit!”

He erupted.

His cum spurted into my mouth. I moaned at the salty flavor of his jizz. His spunk melted across my taste buds. I shuddered in delight, so glad to have all that spunk flooding my mouth. I gulped it down, savoring it spilling down my throat.

His dick throbbed and pulsed in my mouth. He unleashed so much cum. I had to swallow over and over again to keep from overflowing. I loved it. My eyes rolled back in my head. So much spunk filled my stomach. I was so happy.

“Shit!” groaned the stud. “Get naked. You got that woke, dyke look going on. You a lesbian?”

I popped my mouth off his cock and gasped out, “Yes!”

“Not any longer,” I said. “You love cock. That’s how I want to use you for the rest of your life. In fact, you’ll work here naked. Put up a sign that men can use you. $15 to fuck your cunt. $20 for anal. $30, and you’ll let two guys fuck both your holes at the same time.”

“Yes!” I squealed. I really couldn’t let Daddy know I wasn’t a dyke any longer. How could I piss off that ass hat for marrying Portia? “I’m so straight! I’ll show you!”

I ripped off my, “Dykes Have More Toys” T-shirt. My round tits popped out. He smiled at my nipple piercings. He liked them. I was just so glad. I bent down and untied my boots then peeled off my jeans and my thong. The tart aroma of my cunt filled the air.

He grinned at me and said, “Turn around, grab the counter, and thrust that ass out at me. Ever had a real cock fuck your cunt?”

“No!” I moaned. “Please, please, be my first!”

I spun around and grabbed the counter. I thrust out my rump just like he said. I shuddered at the fleshy tip of his cock nuzzling into my folds. It felt so different from a rubber, plastic, or metal dildo. It was warm. Alive. He could flood me with his cum. That was so hot. He could knock me up.