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Tony Carter – Day Sixty-Three

I smiled as my will was imposed on the Mosque.

The women—Muslimah, according to Mrs. Aziz—were practicing lesbian prayers. One woman stretched out on her back on the prayer mat, and the other lay on her. The pair sixty-nined. They were in the women’s section of the Mosque. The imam was praying, and his dusky-hued wife, Mrs. Tawfiq, knelt before me so I could fuck her in the ass.

Beside me, a blonde Muslimah was feasting on the creampie I left in Mrs. Aziz’s pussy.

I loved my powers.

“Tony,” whimpered Mrs. Tawfiq as I knelt behind her. “I’m so thankful to Allah that you are using my asshole! That you’ve implemented our new way of praying.”

“Did you enjoy eating pussy, Mrs. Tawfiq?” I asked.

“I enjoyed being used by you,” she moaned. “Though… It did taste delicious. I had no idea.”

I smiled and pressed my pussy-soaked cock into her butt-crack. I slid down her crevice to her asshole. Her dusky ass-cheeks clenched as I thrust against her backdoor. My pale cook stood out against her brown-hued rump.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned as I drilled against her. I loved the feel of pushing on her. It felt so good to drill against her. She moaned as her anal ring widened and widened. “Tony! Oh, that’s… Allah!”
I popped into her bowels.

She whimpered as I sank into her flesh. Around us, the other Muslimah sixty-nined. I hoped there was some incest going on, too. I smiled at that thought of mothers eating their daughters or sisters dining on each other’s pussies. I was a god.

I sank to the hilt into her bowels and savored the warmth of her anal sheath around my dick. It was a wonderful heat that soaked my dick. My cock throbbed in her bowels. She whimpered as she wiggled her hips back and forth. She drove me wild with that. It was a beautiful thing.

I drew back my cock as she moaned in delight. She whimpered at the warmth of my cock in her anal sheath. I drew back and back. She gasped as her bowels held me tight. I loved the heat of her bowels around my dick.

I buried into her asshole.

“Tony!” she moaned. “That’s so good! Alhamdulillah!”

I smiled at her words as I pumped away at her asshole. I fucked the imam’s wife as he gave his… Well, a sermon or whatever they called it in Islam. I thrust into her asshole, savoring this heat around my dick. The women moaned about us as I fucked her in the ass.

Her bowels clamped down on my dick. I loved that heat. It was so good to have her holding me tight. I fucked her bowels with force. I thrust into her with everything that I had. She squeezed her anal sheath down around my cock.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she groaned as I pounded her. “Tony! Tony!v
“Mrs. Tawfiq, you’re my whore!” I growled.

“I am!” she whimpered. “I’m such a whore for you! Use my asshole!”

I smiled in delight as I fucked into her bowels. I pounded her with so much force. She gripped my cock with that wonderful flesh. The velvety heat melted down my shaft. My nuts slapped into her taint, tightened with my load of cum. I would dump so much into her bowels.

My crotch slapped into her butt-cheeks. I loved that sound as I fucked into her bowels. She gasped and moaned, her flesh feeling so good around my cock. I thrust away at her anal sheath, reveling in the heat of her bowels.

“Damn, I’m going to cum in your asshole!” I growled. “I love using your asshole!”

“Alhamdulillah!” she moaned. “I am going to cum, too! Oh, oh, being used anally is amazing!”

Women squealed around us as their lesbian prayers reached their climaxes. I loved those sounds echoing through the Mosque as I fucked that tight asshole hard. I rushed toward my own eruption. I gripped her hips, churning her up.

She whimpered, her bowels clamping down on me. She threw back her head as I speared into her bowels’ depth. Her hot flesh massaged me. The pressure surged to the tip of my cock. I grunted, so close to bursting.

“Allah!” she squealed and convulsed around me.

Her asshole spasmed around my dick.

I loved the feel of her hot asshole spasming around my dick. She felt so good. I pumped away at her as the imam finished his sermon. I grunted, about to explode into his wife’s asshole. I buried into her anal depths.

“Yes!” I growled.

Erupted.

I dumped my cum into her asshole. It was so good to flood her anal sheath with my spunk. It was an incredible rush. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars danced through my vision. I grunted, spurting my cum into her asshole.

I fired over and over into her bowels. It was so amazing to fill her up with my jizz. I loved every second of this heat slamming through me. I groaned in delight, reveling in her wonderful asshole milking my dick.

“Yes!” I growled. “Fuck, yes!”

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned.

The women around us were getting up, rising and putting on their clothes. A man appeared and froze at the sight of us. He wore a white tunic and a cap. He stared in shock as I fired the last of my cum into her asshole.

“You’re the imam?” I asked the gray-bearded man. “I am enjoying using your wife. I’m Tony. I also have found a new way for the women to pray. I’m using them, too.”

“Oh, I see,” he said as the women were getting dressed. I pulled my cock out of his wife’s asshole. “I hope my wife pleased you.”

“She did,” I said. “Mrs. Tawfiq, suck my dick clean with your mouth. I would love to use you that way.”

“Alhamdulillah,” she moaned in delight and spun around. “That’s wonderful. Allah is good to let me be used this way.”

“Yep,” I said. Was that me? I itched at the back of my neck.

She opened her mouth and swallowed my cock while her husband watched. I savored her sucking my dirty dick clean. That felt so amazing. Pleasure swept through me as she nursed on me. She whimpered, her hips wiggling back and forth.

“I dumped a huge load into your wife’s asshole,” I said as she kept suckling on me.

“It’s wonderful to suck his cock clean,” Mrs. Aziz said. She sat up. She had no clothes to put on. She only had on her hijab like Mrs. Tawfiq. “I am so glad he used me.”

“Yep,” I said, savoring that hot mouth around my dick. “You know, Imam. I think I have to borrow your wife. And Mrs. Aziz. I want to have more fun with them. Use them.”

“Of course,” the imam said, watching his wife polishing my pole.

I reveled in the power I had here, savoring that hot mouth working up and down my dick. It felt so amazing. I shuddered, reveling in this moment. That wonderful tongue stroked around my cock. Pleasure shot down to my nuts.

I groaned as she kept nursing on me. She danced her tongue around my cock. It felt amazing to have her blow me. I nodded to her husband. The Muslimah worshiped my dick. The pressure grew and grew in my balls.

“Your wife’s an amazing cocksucker, Imam,” I said. “Damn, she’s suckling so hard.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying using her,” the imam said, stroking his gray beard as his wife loved me. “Well, if you’ll excuse me.”

I nodded as his wife kept loving my cock. I groaned, savoring that warm mouth around my cock. She suckled so hard on me. I loved the way her tongue swirled around my rod. She polished me clean. I smiled down at her.

Her brown eyes melted with her lust. She was so happy to be used. I was more than thrilled to have her suckling on my cock. I would just dump my load into her mouth. She worked up and down me, driving me wild.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I growled. “Don’t stop!”

“He’s going to cum,” Mrs. Aziz purred. She crawled forward. Her eyes sparkled with heat. “You’re being used, Majda.”

Mrs. Tawfiq moaned in delight. She suckled hard on me. I savored the way she worked her mouth up and down my cock. My nuts tightened with the need to explode into her mouth. She groaned around my dick. It was incredible.

She stroked about my crown. She whimpered, probing at my slit. She must love the taste of my precum. I wanted to explode into her mouth. Let her taste the real thing. She suckled hard, her cheeks hollowing with her lust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I growled. “Whore!”

I erupted.

My cum flooded her mouth. She squealed and gulped down my cum. I loved the warmth of my cum spurting into her mouth. I savored every second of dumping my load into her. She swallowed it all down as I did.

She wiggled her hips as I flooded her mouth with my cum. The ecstasy shot through me. Each blast of jizz crashed rapture into my mind. I groaned, dumping my load into her. I loved this so much. It was so fucking fantastic.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I roared, spurting my cum into her mouth. “Fuck!”

I erupted a final time.

“Damn,” I groaned as she suckle down my cum. “We are going to have some fun.”
Mrs. Tawfiq and Mrs. Aziz both smiled up at me.

“Now, sixty-nine,” I said. “I want to watch you two pray.”

The two women beamed. Mrs. Aziz ended up on top. I grabbed a random Muslimah who was dressed and leaving. I flipped up her skirt and buried into her pussy. I enjoyed her cunt as I watched the sight, reveling in my power.

A really kinky idea popped into my head.

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Mrs. Ayesha Aziz

After the Mosque, Tony drove us to a Catholic church.

I was surprised. I shivered as he climbed out naked. Majda and I followed him. I licked my lips and glanced at her. She took my hand as we walked naked after him, wearing only our hijab. It was cold outside, but we were inside soon.

In the vestibule, there was a statue of the Virgin Mary. The Christians claimed to be Monotheists, but they worshiped multiple gods and even Mary. Why would we be brought here? Would he want to use us by making us Christians?

He could do that. I would let him.

He marched us into the church. It was empty. Pews. An altar. Artwork on the wall. It was a solemn place. He led us up to the front and turned around. He motioned for us to kneel. We did. My boobs jiggled as his cock thrust out before him.

“I want to baptize you in my cum,” he said. “My delicious little Arab sluts. You worship me, right?”

“Yes!” Majda and I breathed together.

“Then suck my dick together and make me cum,” I said. “Start by licking up the side. I know you’ve never done this before. Take turns sucking until I tell you to stop.”

“Please, please, baptize us,” I whimpered, wanting to worship him.

“Peace be upon your name,” whimpered Majda as we both leaned forward.

We licked up his cock. The salty flavor of his dick made me shiver. We climbed up and up him until we reached the pinnacle. Our tongues stroked over him. He groaned as we did that. Our lips melted together as we kissed.

I loved making out with her. I could faintly taste my spicy pussy on her lips. We had prayed so hard together while he fucked the other Muslimah woman. I hadn’t noticed who it was, so lost in my lesbian passion. Now…

I broke the kiss and engulfed Tony’s blessed cock.

“Yes,” he growled as I suckled on him.

I worked my mouth up and down his cock. He groaned as I did that. I suckled with such passion on him as I swirled my tongue around him. He groaned, his rod throbbing in my mouth. The imam’s wife quivered for her turn.

I popped my mouth off.

She swallowed him.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Damn!”

Majda suckled his cock, bobbing her head. She nursed on him while I trembled, my cunt burning hot. Then she passed him off to me. My tongue slid around him. I was just so ready to have his spunk spraying on my face.

I popped my mouth off. She took back over. It was so hot watching her blow him. Her hijab rustled as she bobbed her head. She moaned around him. He groaned. Then it was my turn again. I swallowed his cock.

That salty precum was so amazing.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he growled.

We traded him back and forth. We loved him, sucking and slurping on him. I just wanted him to cum on us. I craved to have him spurting his spunk onto us. That would be so wild. My cheeks hollowed with my excitement.

He growled louder. His face twisted with pleasure. Drool dripped down my chin. I licked my lips when I waited for my turn. His cock throbbed in my hand. Tony was just so amazing. I was so glad to worship him.

“I’m going to cum!” he growled.

Majda ripped her mouth off and gasped, “Cum on us!”

“Yes, yes, cum on us both,” I moaned with the imam’s wife, my hand fisting his cock.
He erupted.

His hot cum splashed across our features. He groaned, soaking us in his cum. I opened my mouth wide, catching his jizz there. He grunted, erupting over and over again. He baptized us in his cum. He growled out his pleasure.

He reveled in what he did to us.

I groaned, so glad to have been picked by him. He dumped his load onto our faces. It was so wild. I was so glad to have all that spunk spraying over my features. I shivered through the passion as he soaked us.

“Yes!” he growled and erupted a last time.

I shuddered, dripping in his cum. I turned my head and kissed Majda. We shared his spunk. It was so wonderful to pass his spunk back and forth. We shared in this wonderful passion. He growled as we shared it with each other. It was so amazing.

I was so happy right now.

“You are my Arab whores,” he growled.

“Yes!” we both squealed.

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Tony Carter

That was fun.

Using two Arab women at church was hot. I was eager to have more fun with these two sluts today. My cum matted their hijab. “Tell the other women, when they make the lesbian prayer, they’re worshiping me. I’m your god.”

“Yes!” they both moaned together.

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Mrs. Carla Turner

I was so nervous as I headed into the Clam Slam. I glanced back at my husband. He was dropping me off. I hadn’t been in a bar since I was nineteen, and I certainly had never been in a lesbian bar. I was here to go home with a woman and get some firsthand experience at lesbian sex.

That was how my nephew Tony wanted to use me. My sister, Abigail, was clear on that. He would want me to be experienced at eating pussy. So I opened the door and stepped inside. Music played softly. It wasn’t dingy but well-maintained. Now TV’s showing sports, though.

There were table where women were gathered around, sharing drinks. Others chatted at the bar. They had pool tables and even a small dance floor. A jukebox was in the corner. The women were moving around in mostly jeans and halter tops, but a few had on dresses like me.

I felt eyes on me. Women smiled. They could tell I was nervous.

I shuddered and headed to the bar. I needed some liquid courage. I was doing this for my nephew. I had to be used by him, of course. I reached the bar, clutching my purse. I breathed slowly, my wedding ring flashing.

“Hey,” a Black woman said. She was tall, and her large breasts spilling out of a red leather corset she wore. She had on a matching leather skirt. She smiled at me, the sides of her head shaved, her hair short. She flicked her eyes up and down me. “You lost, breeder.”

“I… I…” I swallowed and needed that drink. “I have to be used by my nephew. I need… experience.”

“Him?” she asked, putting this emphasis on the word.

“Yes,” I whispered. “He’s my nephew. I’ll be seeing him soon. Thanksgiving at my sister’s. And… He wants me to do lezzie things. I have to learn.”

“Damn, I don’t like men, but…” A look of ecstasy swept over the dominating Black woman’s face. She was beautiful in a wild sort of way. Her bold lips, mahogany skin, and commanding presence all made me shiver. She loomed over me, my husband’s height. “Yeah, I would let him use me so hard. Dump his cum into me.”

I nodded, and the woman behind the bar poured me a shot, winking at me.

I didn’t like shots, but I downed it in a go. The liquid burned the back of my throat.

“Well, I’m Bertha,” she said, putting her hand boldly on my hip. “I’ll teach you so much, breeder.”

I nodded as the bartender poured me another shot. I drank it down. The whiskey went down smoother the second time. Already, the warmth spread through my body. Especially with Bertha’s hand on my ass.

“This way,” purred Bertha.

I shuddered as she pulled me from the bar. I clung to her side, women watching me. There was a riot of different hair colors and piercings. Some were gorgeous and feminine, others butch. I shuddered as they all licked their lips at the sight of me like I was prey.

“Breeder, you are in for a treat,” Bertha said.

“My name’s—” I started to say.

“You’re a breeder,” said Bertha. “So that’s what I’ll call you, Breeder. Understand. You’re mine to use tonight. You want to learn.”

“I need to learn,” I said, still feeling nervous. But I was being used by Tony right now, so… Just thinking that melted away the nervousness. “I’m in your hands, Bertha.”

“That’s right,” she cooed as she brought me to a circular booth. She slipped inside. I followed her and sat down on the cushioned bench. Her arm went around my shoulder. “Now… Let’s see.” She pointed at the teal-haired woman and snapped her fingers.

The teal-haired woman darted over. She was feminine like me. Young. Barely legal. She wore a spaghetti-strapped top with a flirty, black skirt. She wore an eager smile. “Yes, Bertha.”

“Eat out the breeder,” said Bertha.

I was shocked. Here. Before everyone. But the teal-haired girl licked her lips and dropped to her knees. She crawled beneath the table. I trembled as she pressed my thighs apart. This was really happening. Bertha winked at me.

The teal-haired girl slid her hands up my thighs. Her touch was so feminine. So different from my husband. This wave of heat washed through me. My entire body tingled. I groaned, my cunt clenching. She reached up beneath my skirt and found my panties.

I glanced down at my wedding ring. This wasn’t cheating. This was being used. I would tell Dave all about this.

The girl had her panties around my ankles. She nuzzled up between my legs. I breathed heavily, realizing she was going to eat me out. She nuzzled into my cunt and found my bush. My curls rustled. She found my cuntlips.

She licked me.

“Oh, my,” I gasped.

“Better than your husband, Breeder?” asked Bertha as the teal-haired girl kept licking me.

“Different,” I groaned. “He loves my pussy, but… She’s softer. No whiskers. Oh, oh, that’s good!”

I trembled there, people watching as a stranger feasted on my cunt. This was like some of the pornos I watched. This couldn’t be reality, but it was. I shuddered as that soft tongue explored my folds. The lesbian feasting on me loved cunt.

Bertha grinned at me. She leaned in and kissed me. I groaned as her lips captured mine. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. She swirled around in me as that other dyke feasted on my cunt. I shuddered as Bertha’s hand slipped off my shoulder and down my side.

She cupped my boob.

I shuddered as Bertha massaged my breast through my dress as I made out with her. She swirled her tongue around in my mouth. It was a delicious treat to have her doing that to me. I savored making out with her as the teal-haired lesbian feasted on me.

Pleasure washed out of my cunt. I whimpered in delight into Bertha’s lips. Teal-haired hot mouth drove me wild with what she did to me. She fluttered her tongue around in me. I was so glad to have all that pleasure. It was just perfect.

I groaned at the heat of washing through me. She swirled her tongue around in me. It was so hot to have her doing that. She made me quiver with the heat of this moment. She fluttered her tongue through my silky snatch.

Bertha broke the kiss and purred, “Enjoying yourself, Breeder?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned, savoring the lesbian devouring me. “Oh, she’s doing such a great job! I love it!”

“Good, good,” purred Bertha. She licked her lips. “That’s what I want to hear!”

I nodded, whimpering at what that hottie did to my cunt. She made me shiver in delight. I trembled, rising and rising toward that moment when I would cum. The tongue stroked through my petals to my clit.

I gasped at that sensation. She was so different from my husband. This was such a wild moment. I was so glad to have this pleasure sweeping through me. I shuddered as that feminine tongue stroked over my bud. Pleasure burst for me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered, Bertha’s hand kneading my large breast.

“Are you going to cum, Breeder?” purred Bertha.

“I am!” I moaned, loving being used this way by my nephew. “She’s driving me wild!”

“Better than your husband.”

“Different,” I cooed, the slut sucking on my clit. “Oh, oh, that’s so good!

I trembled there as she suckled on my clit. It was so good to have her driving me wild like that. I quivered in delight, rushing toward that wonderful moment. I would have a huge climax. I could not wait for that pleasure to explode through me. I squirmed there.

“I’ll have to make it better,” Bertha whispered into my ear. “Mmm, Breeder, you’re so delicious.”

“Thank you!” I howled and exploded.

My pussy spasmed, juices gushing out. Rapture swept through me. I bucked through my first lesbian orgasm. The teal-haired slut drowned in my cunt cream. I licked through her folds. I savored this pleasure washing through me. It was so amazing. I was so glad to have all this pleasure surging through my body. I was having a glorious moment.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I whimpered.

The slut lapped at my pussy as the waves of rapture kept surging through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I was in heaven here. I was so glad to have all this pleasure rushing through my body. It was just fantastic.

I quivered through it all. I was so happy here. I loved this bliss. It was so amazing. I trembled in delight at the heat washing through my body. I trembled at the warmth of this moment surging through my body.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered. “That’s so good!” My orgasm crested in me. “Wow!”

“Now it’s your turn, Breeder,” Bertha whispered in the ear. “You best make me cum, slut.”

“Yes!” I moaned.

This was what I had to practice. I knew how my husband ate my pussy, and the teal-haired slut had even more amazing. I felt her tugging off my panties. She appeared, holding them, her lips dripping in passion. She sauntered off with their trophy.

I slipped beneath the table. I wasn’t nervous at all. I was being used. This was a natural thing to do. I was so glad that my nephew was him. I found Bertha’s thighs and pushed them apart. I breathed in this musk. A spicy aroma. So strong.

I nuzzled between her thighs and came nearer and nearer to that aroma. I found her bush. She had thick curls that tickled my lips as I nuzzled toward her pussy. I loved the way that she tickled my face. I found her cuntlips.

I tasted her spicy cunt. Another woman’s juices.

I loved it.

I stroked my tongue through her folds slowly, savoring the thrill of licking at a woman. Bertha groaned as I did that. I devoured the Black woman’s cunt with another swipe of my tongue. Every time I lapped as her, I loved her spicy flavor.

“That’s it, Breeder bitch!” she growled. “Devour me!”

It was so much fun to lap at her like this. I stroked at her with all that I had. She groaned as I did that. I licked and lapped at her with such hunger. She groaned as I stroked up and down her twat. I couldn’t get enough of her spicy juices.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s good, Breeder!” she moaned as I tongued her cunt. “Mmm, lick at me. Lick at my cunt, slut! You’re going to love pussy once I’m done with you.”

I tongued her pussy with hunger. I stroked through her, savoring every second of this delight. She shuddered as I stroked my tongue through her hot folds. She quivered, her back arching. This was a wonderful thing to do to her.

“Oh, yes, Breeder!” she moaned. “That’s good. Feast on my cunt! You’re going to be my pussy-lapping slave!”

“Yes,” I groaned, so lost to the lust of feasting on my first pussy.

I agreed with her. It was so good to lick at her like this. I tongued through her hot passion. I lapped at her cunt with all that I had. She squeezed her thighs around my head. She humped against me as I licked with hunger at her.

She trembled as my tongue stroked through her wonderful flesh. She trembled as I feasted on her with such passion. It was a glorious rush to devour her like this. She quivered through such wondrous delight as I lapped at her.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she hissed. “Lick at my clit, Breeder bitch! Come on! Make me fucking cum!”
I stroked through her folds, dizzy with lust. I found her clit. That large nub. I stroked over her bud. She groaned as I did that. It was so wild to devour her like that. I was having such a wonderful moment lapping at her.

She trembled as I stroked my tongue over her bud. I suckled on her clit. She humped against me, her bush tickling my face. I knew the bar was aware that I was being a lesbian whore right now. It was such an intoxicating moment.
“Fucking bitch!” she hissed. “Breeder!”

Her spicy juices gushed out of her cunt and drowned me.

I lapped at her flood, stroking my tongue through her petals. Her spicy passion tasted even better now that she was cumming. Her bush tickled my face. Her cuntlips smeared across my mouth. I gathered up her passion, her cream running down my chin to the hollow of my throat.

I shuddered as I feasted on her. I loved devouring her cunt. Pussy was so good. I was going to show Tony that I could eat pussy. That I knew how to pleasure a woman. Bertha trembled through her delight.

“Oh, Breeder,” she panted. “Oh, oh, I am taking you home. I am going to fuck you all night long.”

“Yes,” I moaned and slid out from beneath the table. I gripped my purse. “Let me call my husband.”

“Tell him Bertha will be turning you into a dyke, Breeder,” the Black woman said.

I shuddered and texted my husband, “Going home with Bertha. She’s going to show me how to be a dyke. Love you.”

I hit texted as Bertha rose like a queen. She stroked her fingers through my blonde hair and kissed me. I groaned, melting to her. I loved making out with her while our tongues danced. It was just wild to do that. She was such a sexy woman.

She broke the kiss and said, “Follow me, Breeder!”

I nodded and slid out of the booth after her. I trailed after her through the bar as the women were grinning at me.

“Fuck that Breeder hard!” one shouted at me.

“Pound the straight out of her!”

“Show that Breeder slut how to take a chick-dick!”

“Make her your little lezzie slave!”

“You’re gonna get fucked so hard, Breeder!”

My cheeks burned with their words as Bertha just sauntered before me. We reached the bar and stepped outside. My phone buzzed with my husband’s response in my purse. I didn’t want to pull it out right now. I was being used right now.

I had no control over any of this. It was all Tony’s will.

She drove a Silver Nissan Altima. She unlocked it with a fob and nodded to the driver’s door. I frowned and opened it. I went to slip in when she grabbed my arm and pulled me back, shaking her head like I was an idiot.

“Bitch, open my door,” she said. “You’re my Breeder, right?”

“Yes, Bertha,” I whimpered.

“Good,” she said and climbed into the driver’s door.

I scurried around to the passenger door, trembling. She started up the car and pulled out of the Clam Slam’s parking lot. Some of the women were outside blowing kisses and waving at us. I shuddered as Bertha slapped her hand down on my thigh.

“I am going to fuck the shit out of you, Breeder,” she said. “With my biggest strap-on. Show you how a dyke pounds a straight slut!”

“Yes, Bertha,” I whimpered.

“You’re going to spend the night fucking eating my cunt when I’m not pounding you,” she added. “Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll eat your cunt, but I’m more of a pillow queen.”
I shook my head.

“I receive.” She winked at me, her hand sliding up my thigh beneath my skirt. “I rule cunts.”

I gasped as she cupped my married pussy. She fingered my wet snatch. It felt so good to have her working her fingers in and out of my cunt. I trembled as she drove us down the road. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back into my head.

She rubbed at my clit with her thumb for a moment, making me whimper. Then she pulled her fingers from my twat. She suckled on them, purring her delight. She did like the taste of my breeder cunt. I shuddered as she pulled off the road and drove toward a house. The garage door opened.

She drove inside and parked it. She glanced at me, arching an eyebrow.

I gasped and jumped out of the car. I rushed around to her door. As the garage door closed, I opened hers. She climbed out and stroked my cheek. Then she marched toward the garage door. I hurried past her and opened that one, too.

She disabled her alarm and strode ahead of me. I followed her through the house. It was one story. A bungalow style. We passed through her kitchen to her bedroom. To her bed with black sheets and… manacles attached to the four posts.

“Ever been tied up, Breeder?” she asked me, turning around.

I shook my head.

She grinned and said, “Strip.”

I trembled and reached behind me. I unzipped the back of my party dress. It was red, and my husband thought it was striking with blonde hair. I let it fall away, my big boobs coming free. She smiled at those. She cupped them.

“A real MILF’s tits,” she said. “Kids.”

“A daughter,” I said as her mahogany hands massaged my pale tits. Her dark thumbs found my fat nipples. She rubbed them, making me moan like a whore.

“Delicious,” she cooed. “On the bed, spread eagle. I’m going to fuck you so hard, Breeder.”
I shuddered as she released my tits. I glanced at the bed. Well, I was being used. I moved to it without any nervousness. I was learning that lesbians liked bondage and fucked with strap-ons. They also enjoyed public sex. I would learn how to devour cunt, too.

So many fascinating things to learn.

Once I was on the bed and spread-eagled, she gripped my right wrist and cuffed me. It was leather and felt nice on my wrists. Tight but not painful. Then she attached my right ankle. My left. She moved in a circle, her huge tits almost spilling out of her red corset. Lastly, she attached my left wrist.

“Now you’re all mine, Breeder,” she purred.

“Yes,” I groaned, my pussy burning so hot.

She smiled at my words and stepped out of the room. I heard her moving through the house as I just lay here. I trembled, my heart pounding. My pussy burned. What was she doing? I licked my lips, waiting for her to come back.

She didn’t. I heard noise in the kitchen. Water filling a pot.

I kept lying here. She was in charge. She was being so dominant to me. I breathed slowly as she moved around the house. Then I heard the whistle of a tea kettle. Was she making tea? I kept trembling, bound and helpless.

I kept hearing her moving about. Sometimes, her shadow would darken the hallway before moving on. I squirmed here, growing more and more excited. My cunt cream dripped out of my snatch. How long would she make me wait?

I smelled soothing herbs. Peppermint.

She appeared naked and with a massive dildo thrusting from her crotch. It was pink and covered in ribs. I had never seen that before. It was the size of my husband’s, but the rings were so different. She smiled at me, holding the cup.

She sipped at it, staring at me. I whimpered, her eyes drinking in my body. She was showing her power over me by making me wait. I grow hornier and hornier. I had this burning itch in my cunt. I squirmed there, pulling at the bounds. I couldn’t free myself.

She said not a word, just stared at me and sipped at her tea. The scent filled my nose as I stared at that big dildo. I wanted her to fuck me with it. I groaned, humping up into the air. She smirked at me as she kept sipping the tea.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Shush, Breeder,” she said. “I’m enjoying my tea.”

I nodded, but I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips. She was teasing me, and it was so hot. I wanted her to just fuck me. She kept sipping at her tea until it was all gone. She then turned and stalked out of the room.

“No,” I groaned, my head slamming back into the pillow.

I heard her washing the dishes. I pulled so hard on the bonds. I needed her to fuck me.

“Please, please, please,” I groaned to myself. “I need it.”

I strained for any sound of her approaching. She was driving me wild. My cunt burned. I breathed in my tart aroma. It filled the air. I was so horny. My boobs jiggled. Then I heard her padding back. She was coming to fuck me.

She appeared as I moaned, staring at her.

She wore that smirk. Bertha knew she owned me right now. She crawled onto the bed between my thighs, bound so they were spread apart. My cunt dripped. I just wanted her to ram that thick shaft into me. She would fuck me so hard.

Her large, Black tits swayed over me. My toes curled as she hovered over me. Then she lowered herself to me. She pressed her breasts into mine. The tip of the dildo nuzzled through my bush and found my cuntlips.

“Ready to be fucked, Breeder?” she asked.

“God, yes,” I moaned. “Use me! Tony needs you to fuck me so hard!”

“Yes, he does,” she purred and thrust the dildo into my cunt.

I gasped at the thickness of it and the ribs. They massaged my cunt like nothing I had ever felt. My eyes rolled back into my head at the texture of them. I quivered there as she filled me up. I trembled at the penetration.

“Fuck, yes!” I gasped and came.

My pussy spasmed around the ribbed dildo. I howled beneath her as the ecstasy swept hot through my body. I trembled beneath Bertha, my mind drowning into her rapture. She smirked at me as I trembled beneath her.

“Such a hot little Breeder cunt,” she purred. “One thrust of my girl-dick, and you exploded!”

“So fucking horny!” I moaned. “I love being used!”

She rose, the dildo shifting in my spasming cunt. I trembled, my arms and legs fighting the bonds. My orgasm quaked through me, my twat writhing around that rubbery dildo. The ribs felt fantastic in me. I gasped out as my pleasure peaked in me.

She drew back the dildo.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped. “That’s amazing.”

“You love my chick-dick, Breeder?” she cooed and thrust back into me.

“I do!”

The Black dyke fucked my cunt hard with the ribbed dildo. Those wonderful rings drove me wide. I could not believe how great they felt in me. She thrust into me again and again. I shuddered as she fucked me with force.

My pussy melted around her as she thrust into me over and over again. I loved every second of this. It was just wild. She slammed into me, making me moan. My eyes rolled back in my head as she churned me up.

“Bertha! Bertha!” I gasped.

“Breeder slut!” she hissed.

“I am!” I gasped. “Fuck my cunt, Bertha! Fuck me with your girl-dick!”

She thrust away at me. My pussy melted around her dildo. Those ribbed delights plunged into me again and again. I loved every second of her fucking me. She buried into me with all that she had. I loved the force of her thrusts.

She buried into me over and over again. It was so wild to have her fucking me like that. I gasped out in delight as she fucked into me. She rammed into me with so much force. I loved every last second of her burying into me.

“Oh, please, don’t stop!” I moaned.

She grinned at me, fucking me so hard. So fast. She plowed into me with all that effort. My pussy melted around her. I loved how good it felt to have her fucking into my cunt. She plowed into me with all that she had.

It was so amazing.

I loved every second of it. My pussy clamped down on her. I groaned as she fucked me so hard. So fast. She buried into me with all that she had. It was a glorious thing. I reveled in that wonderful twat pounding me.

“Shit, shit, fuck me, Bertha!”

“Breeder whore!” she gasped. “I’m going to ruin your pussy for your husband’s dick!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, lost to the pleasure. “I’m going to cum again!”

She grinned down at me, her mahogany tits bouncing as she fucked me. She buried into me over and over again. I reveled in it. Those ribs drove me wild. I was so close to bursting. I trembled as she fucked to the hilt in me.

I gasped, my cunt clenching the ribbed shaft. She hammered me. My pussy melted around her. My second orgasm swelled in me. Just a few more strokes. I watched her big boob heaving over me. They slapped together as she buried into me.

The pleasure burst in me.

“Yes!” I squealed as I came. “I love your girl-cock!”

My pussy rippled around the dildo as she kept fucking me. It was an incredible rush to have her slamming her ribbed shaft into me. I bucked, my limbs pulling on the restraints. The pleasure washed through me.

I drowned in ecstasy. It was just so amazing to have all that wonderful passion surging through my body. Stars flashed across my vision. It was just so incredible. The ecstasy blazed through my body. The heat burned so hot through me.

“Breeder bitch!” gasped Bertha as she buried her dildo into me.

Her tits heaved as she came, too.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I squealed. “That’s incredible!”

I trembled, cumming so hard. The heat washed through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I trembled on my back, my boobs jiggling. I felt so incredible. I licked my lips, the heat blazing through me. This was just such a wild rush.

I was learning how to be a lesbian slut to be properly used.

Bertha groaned as I shuddered, my orgasm peaking in me. I squirmed there. I had to call my sister and let her know all the naughty things I was doing. It was just such a wild moment. I trembled, stars flashing across my vision.

I felt so good right now. I breathed in heavily as Bertha ripped the dildo out of my cunt. I shuddered there as she reached to unbuckle me. I had to call my sister and let her know what I had done. She needed to know all these kinky things.

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Mrs. Abigail Carter

I made out with Tanisha, a Black cutie I matched with on Lickr, the lesbian dating app.

We were in the backseat of her car, our hands sliding up each other’s thighs. We had a wonderful dinner and could not wait to get back to either of our places. My phone rang. I broke the kiss and blinked.

“That’s my sister,” I said. “Sorry. She went to her first lesbian bar tonight. I wanted to know how it went.”

Tanisha nodded, panting. Her round tits molded to her top.

I pulled out my phone and said, “Hey, Carla, how did it go?”

“I’m at a lesbian named Bertha’s house,” I said. “She used me so hard. Fucked me with a dildo while I was chained up and… She wants to put a collar on me.”

A hot shiver ran through me. I could speak for my son, so I said, “She owns you. Friday and Saturday.” I knew my sister had a great marriage with her husbands, unlike me. “So Friday nights, you’re her slave, and she has to return you by dinner time Saturday to your husband. That’s how Tony wants to use you.”

“Oh, wow,” she said. “Bertha, she says you own me Friday nights, but you have to return me to my husband by dinner Saturday. That’s how my Nephew wants to use me.”

“Then hang up the phone, Breeder, so I can collar my bitch!” a Black woman said, her voice throaty and sultry.

The phone hung up. I smiled, so glad my sister was having fun. So was I. “Sorry, Tanisha. Mmm, I am going to enjoy you.”

I leaned in to kiss her, wondering what my son was up to. He mentioned something about going to a Mosque and had never come home. He must be having a great time.

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Tony Carter

I had been enjoying both Muslim women.

Now I was ready to spend the night with them in the imam’s own bed. Tomorrow, I would have to introduce them to my mom.

To be continued…

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