Chapter 79: The Muslim Hot Wife Loves Being Used

Barbie “Bitch” Carter – Day Seventy-Eight

I licked my lips, savoring the taste of my little sister’s sweet pussy. I had just devoured her while my little brother had fucked Trooper Lyons in the ass. She had been going down on Lilith, the tattoo artist. Now, I had to suck my little brother clean.

I had to love my Master’s cock.

I knelt next to Trooper Lyons. The brunette cop had her new tattoos, her tits pierced with heavy, gold rings. She gripped the base of our Master’s cock. He stood over us, grinning. He used so many women. He was such a stud. This was a wonderful Saturday.

It started off with him getting his new car, and ended with a new sex slave.

We leaned forward and both licked up the side of his shaft. The sour flavor of her asshole was delicious. I loved climbing up and up his shaft until we reached the spongy tip. Our tongues flicked over the wonderful tip and came together into a passionate kiss. She whimpered as we made out.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s so hot,” squealed Debbie. She bounced up and down, her braces flashing as she watched us.

“It’s delicious,” purred Lilith. Her arms slid around my little sister, cupping her small boobs. “Are you a cute thing. Mmm, would you like to have these nipples pierced?”

“No,” Tony said. “I want her the way she is.”

“Yep, I’m cute just how I am,” Debbie said. “Ooh, ooh, rub my nipples. I’m pregnant with his baby. He knocked me up.”

“How exciting,” purred Lilith. “That makes me so wet. Shall we?”

“Yes, yes, let’s sixty-nine!”

Her enthusiasm was delicious as I engulfed the tip of my little brother’s cock. I shuddered, savoring the sour flavor of Trooper Lyon’s asshole on his dick. It was such a beautiful thing. I loved how good she tasted. The earthy musk made me shiver, my pussy burning.

I worked my lips up and down his cock. I suckled on him with all that I had. I nursed with passion on his dirty rod. I just had to polish him. My tongue swirled around his cock. He groaned as I did that, staring down at me with such heat in his eyes.

“Damn, that’s good,” he growled.

I popped my mouth off his dick and purred, “Good! I’m your Bitch! I’m supposed to make you feel good! Mmm, suckle on him, Trooper! Just nurse on his cock. We have to make him cum on our faces.”

“Oh, yes,” Trooper Lyons moaned.

She engulfed his cock.

Her lips sealed around his dirty dick. She must be tasting her asshole on him. She was such a sexy cop. Round tits. Her brown hair was pinned up in a bun. That gave her such a cop look. She moaned around his cock, nursing on him with passion.

I was glad Trooper Lyons pulled him over for speeding. She was such a perfect addition to his stable of sex slaves. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down his cock. I licked my lips, eager for his dick.

“You have to share,” I said. “We trade him back and forth.”

She popped her mouth off his cock and gasped, “Of course. Ooh, this is so wild. I have never done this before in my life. Being used is amazing.”

“Yes,” I breathed and engulfed our Master’s dick.

“Shit,” breathed my little brother. “That’s it, Bitch!”

I bobbed my head, my boobs bouncing. It was so much fun to do this. I swirled my tongue around his thick shaft, polishing his sour dick. He groaned, his face twisting in delight as I blew him. He throbbed in such an exciting way. It was so great to polish Trooper Lyon’s earthy musk off his dick.

I loved this. My cheeks hollowed, drool spilling down my chin.

“Damn,” he groaned.

I popped my mouth off and passed him back to the cop. She swallowed his cock, nursing on him with passion. I trembled, eager for Master’s cum to shower our faces. Debbie and Lilith moaned as they sixty-nined in the background.

I licked my lips, enjoying this moment immensely. Pussy cream spilled down my thighs as I watched the sight. Trooper Lyon groaned and popped her mouth off with a wet smack. I engulfed his dick. There was no more trace of her sour asshole, but that was fine.

I just loved the taste of my little brother’s dick.

My cunt clenched as I bobbed my head. I nursed on him a few more times before passing him back to Trooper Lyons. She engulfed him with passion, pleasing him with her lips and tongue. He groaned as we drove him wild.

It wouldn’t be long before he came.

We passed him back and forth, sucking for a few moments. Wet smacks filled the air. Drool spilled down our chins. It was such a beautiful thing. I loved every second of it. My cunt burned with the heat of this moment. I was so wet.

My cunt dripped with my excitement. I was so glad for this moment. It was just beautiful to blow my little brother. He groaned as we did our work. It was so much fun to suckle on him before passing him off to Trooper Lyon. I swirled my tongue around his thick rod when it was my turn.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned as the cop blew him. “I’m going to cum!”

“Mmm, cum on our faces, Master!” I moaned.

Trooper Lyons popped her mouth off his cock and gasped, “Yes, yes, Master! Jizz on us! That sounds so hot!”

She pistoned up and down his cock. I pressed my cheek close to hers, ready to have my little brother erupt on us. He groaned as she fisted his rod. His face twisted in delight as the tip of his cock pulsed.

He erupted.

Our Master showered us in his cum. He erupted again and again. I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the pulses of cum. The salty jizz splashed on my lips. I opened my mouth, catching more of his incestuous passion on my tongue.

I loved that salty flavor. It pervaded my mouth. I trembled there as he erupted again and again. He showered us with his cum. He pumped more and more onto our features. It was so good to have him erupting like that.

“Master!” Trooper Lyons gasped.

“Oh, oh, oh,” squealed my little sister in the background. “Lilith!”

“Oh, fuck, yes, you cutie!” the tattoo artist groaned in orgasmic delight.

He dumped his load onto our features. He groaned again and again. He spurted all that spunk he had on us. I loved it. I bathed in his passion. His jizz coated our features. He growled, spurting everything he had on us.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he snarled and erupted a last time.

I shuddered, loving his spunk dripping down my features. I glanced at Trooper Lyons. She wore a mask of jizz. I licked at her cheek, gathering up the cum. She turned to me, her brown eyes wild with her passion.

I kissed her.

Our lips melted together. She groaned as I passed the cum to her. We shared in his spunk, more of his cum spilling down our faces. That was the best part of this. I was so glad to share in this with her. She groaned as we made out.

It was such a beautiful thing.

We licked each other clean as my big brother watched. He stared down at us as we shared the cum. This wild heat washed through me. I loved it. When we ran out of jizz to share, we broke the kiss and licked up more from each other.

That was just a delicious thrill to do. I was so happy to make out with her and share Our master’s cum with each other. Debbie grinned over us. She was clapping her hands together and looking so happy, too.

It was a wonderful day.

Tony Carter

Trooper Lyons’s cop car drove before me, her lights on and siren blaring.

I drove behind her in my new ‘66 Shelby GT350. The Mustang growled as I drove. I shifted gears, following Trooper Lyon down South Tacoma Way. We had to get her a collar, then it was off to home. It had been a great day.

A wonderful Saturday.

Ayesha Aziz – Day Eighty-Three

I stared down at the pregnancy test.

I was pregnant.

I shuddered in delight. I was so glad to finally have confirmation that I was pregnant. Twenty days ago, I had been used by Tony. He had enjoyed me for a while. It had been wonderful. Being fucked at home. At he mosque. I loved going to the mosque on Friday and making love to the other women in our section.

We worshiped Tony, our true god.

So I was pregnant, which meant I had to start inviting men over to fuck me in my marital bed. One man a day and then I had to post it on Facebook. I shuddered and thought about my neighbor. He was a tall, blond man who worked from home. He liked to exercise in his living room, right before his bay windows.

All the women on the street noticed him on the treadmill running, shirt off, arms and chest muscular. I trembled and drew on my hijab to cover my hair and a thin, white nightgown to cover my body. It fell over my dusky form, a translucent garment.

I shuddered as my large tits bled through the material. I shuddered at the thought. I had to post this on Facebook, but Tony hadn’t really explained what that meant, so I took my phone and put it on a little stand I had aimed at the bed.

I would just recorded it and post the video. That would work.

I hummed as I headed down the stairs, pregnant. Bred by Tony. I had only enjoyed anal sex with my son since I had last seen him. No cock could enter my pussy until I knew if I was pregnant or not. There could be no doubt that my god had bred me.

No doubt in the world.

I shuddered at those thoughts. I felt so wet as I came out of the house in the thin nightgown, my breasts jiggling. My bare feet whisked across the grass as I moved from my yard to his. I didn’t see him working out. I hoped he was home.

I reached Brad’s door. I didn’t know his last name. That didn’t matter. I reached the door and rang the bell. It chimed through the house. I put on a winsome smile. I was a sexy, Arab MILF ready to make love to him. My pussy dripped beneath the nightgown, soaking my shaved twat.