The Sins of the Shabani House - Chapter 2: (Patreon)

Amina rose with the sun, like her father always expected of her growing up. Climbing out of bed and stumbling towards the mirror. To her shock, every inch of her was spotless, as if Daemon didn’t blast pint after pint of steaming hot, chunky white stud-nut all over just a few hours ago! It was miraculous!

She got herself dressed, and noticed her once baggy, shapeless clothes felt much tighter. Her curves... Looked so much fuller and meatier, hips even wider, thighs even thicker, tits even heavier. It was strange, but for some inexplicable reason, Amina didn’t question it… Even as the buttons on her blouse came popping out and her skirt looked practically painted on, hugging her doughy, dimply golden ass-cheeks oh-so-tightly.

She came downstairs and found a clean, spotless living room; not an ounce of seed or even the scent of hot, sweaty sex to be found! A feeling of full-fledged panic filled her when she couldn’t find Daemon on the sofa. Where could he have gone? He didn’t leave me did he? Please, Allah, don’t take my son away from me! Her mind raced, until she heard someone rummaging through her kitchen! She raced right over and found him, shirtless, tiny gym shorts letting the beefy, bloated tip of that mouthwateringly meaty white behemoth spilling out, that addictive musk still wafting irresistibly off his hard, rippling physique! Without thinking, Amina lurched forward, unconcerned with her daughters or husband spotting her, she just needed HER Daemon!

She pinned him back against the kitchen counter, climbing up that tall, gorgeous frame like a mountain, locking those suffocatingly thick thighs around his narrow waist, arms snaking around his muscular neck, as she smashed her ravenous, cocoa-brown lips against his! This wasn’t like those meek little pecks she gave Farzad, no, this was something completely depraved; mindlessly slurping on his big meaty tongue, sealing her lips around his completely, driving her tongue further and further down his insatiable maw, while his hands GROPED and SMACKED her colossal, clapping brown bubble! Amina eventually tore herself away with a sickeningly sloppy “POP”, an embarrassed blush brightening her face, while her eyes shifted nervously to the floor.

“W—When I didn’t see you asleep… I got scared that maybe… A—All of this was a dream…” She whimpered, that shy little voice shaking, showing just how truly petrified she was of losing her beloved son. “M—Maman will do everything for you, Azizam… So please, don’t trouble yourself. I’m here to serve you, because Maman loves her precious baby boy ♥♥♥” She said sternly, almost like she was scolding him for daring to do anything for himself. After all, what good would she be as a mother if she allowed her only son to do anything for himself?

Daemon feigned concern in his pale blue eyes, softly stroking his hand across the soft side of his mother's blushing cheeks through her headdress, smiling down at her with a warmth that betrayed the wicked glee he felt knowing his plan was falling into place. In only a day, Amina had fallen desperately, madly in love with his very being! The bond between mother and son bent into a perverse affair the likes of which their God would surely shun.

But even as a woman of faith, Amina clearly had no eyes for anyone but her beloved Azizam, her burning desire to serve him like the glorious white deity of a man he was shining through in her glimmering eyes as she looked up at him, hanging on her every word like her very life depended on it. 

"Oh Maman...how could such a lovely night be a dream? I couldn't bear to abandon you after all you've done for me, my dearest." He told her, the pet name he graced her with clearly speaking to the romantic intent of his words, though Amina was all too happy to soak up every last sweet, sensual compliment her beloved son could give her as his hulking hands sunk into the bubbly mass of her heaving desert-cheeks, mauling her ass casually with a smile on his fair face.

"I thought I would take some work off your hands, but since you insist, I'll leave it to you, Maman. But please...Baba and the rest are just at the dinner table, so be careful. We shouldn't let them see us, right?" He suggested to her, being met with an eager nod as his mother left him with another sweet, smothering kiss before turning to set about preparing dinner, the juicy hills of dusky brown assmeat jiggling sensually for her son to marvel at, the primal urge to humble the bitch before him with a creamy ballful of womb-stuffing nut-grease just barely being held from boiling forth as he munched down on the orange slice in his mouth and stomped his way to the dinner table.

Everything was going just according to plan. His legion of hardworking helper demons had toiled through the night in their invisible presence, removing even the slightest trace of the sinful acts he'd engaged in with his adoptive mother, though even with the most potent hellfire to wash away his tracks, he was sure that his primal scent would burn into Amina's mind whenever she so much as neared the living room, forever reminding her of who she belonged to now.

The chiseled perfection of his hulking Aryan might glistened with the morning dew, sunlight highlighting his sturdy frame while the bulge of his turgid breeding-rod made his presence known for him, the sleep-deprived eyes of Samira zoning in on the imprint of the veiny pillar of ivory masculinity that invaded her dreams and was sure to taint her fantasies for decades to come! As though energized by the sheer debauchery he had engaged in the prior night, Daemon somehow seemed even MORE unbelievably gorgeous than he did before, his pale skin smoother and shining with an even greater youthful sheen, his rippling musculatures pumped to an even more uncannily strong and masculine in their rock hard firmness. It was clear to everyone in the dining room, and ESPECIALLY the young women of the Shabani household that he had never looked better.

In contrast, Farzad had somehow managed to reach a new low in his usually dishevelled appearance. His eyes bloodshot and on edge from the result of what seemed to be dozens upon dozens of night terrors that assailed him in his sleep, his beard riddled with foamy spit from the choking screams he gave amidst his sleep while he knelt at the table, desperately praying that Allah might forgive him of whatever offense drew such wicked attacks of the spirit!

Amina’s conscience, riddled with guilt, anguish, shame, and religious repression, was on the verge of collapse, like a screeching death rattle being pushed further and further into the deepest, darkest corners of her lust-addled mind. She did feel some guilt for what had happened last night, but surprisingly, what she felt most of all was EXCITEMENT. For the first time in her 45 years, Amina Shabani felt WANTED, felt DESIRED, felt NEEDED, and that made her feel as giddy as a lovestruck teenager! Her mind was completely and utterly consumed with DAEMON, what he wanted, what he needed, what would make him happy, what would make him sad, how she could better love and serve him as his ever-dutiful mother. The gorgeous golden-blond Adonis had only been here less than a day, and already Amina was willingly bending over backwards for him. She didn’t see their torrid kisses or passionate embraces as “cheating”, only showering this poor, unfortunate orphan with all of the love and affection he’s been deprived of these last 19 years! With a blissful grin plastered across her face, Amina eagerly went to work whipping up an old-fashioned American breakfast for her precious son! A traditional Persian meal, like the ones Farzad enjoyed, certainly wouldn’t fit her gorgeous Azizam’s tastes! He needed a loaded, hearty, All-American breakfast feast to sustain those hulking muscles of his!

Farzad, haggard, restless, agitated from the long night of endless tossing and turning he just had, let out a deep, weary sigh the second he entered the dining room. Daemon had claimed his rightful place at the HEAD of the table (AGAIN), shirtless (as Amina insisted), looking even more dazzlingly handsome than ever! The boy was the epitome of strength and masculinity, while Farzad, who was never considered “handsome” or even “good-looking”, looked like an old, tired fossil on the decline.

Samira eventually came downstairs, her dark red hijab was wrapped tight around her head, and coordinated with her unflattering red cardigan and long, flowing white skirt. Just like her mother, she could feel her clothes had gotten tighter, and her skirt even looked to have gotten shorter; cut down around the middle of those long, voluptuous legs, showing off her beautiful bronze thighs.

“Good morning, Baba.” She cooed sweetly, pecking Farzad’s cheek and getting an annoyed grunt in response; his disapproving stare looking her up and down, and with a shake of his head, he clicked his teeth and opened up his morning paper. “Bismillah… My girls don’t know how to dress like a good Muslim woman. May Allah have mercy on us all, Inshallah…” He grumbled, as his devout eldest daughter frowned.

She bowed her head slightly, mumbling a meek apology to her father, before slowly walking over to Daemon, blushing nervously and fidgeting with her skirt. “Good morning, Dadas (Brother). I hope you had a... R—Restful night…” Samira said softly, voice trembling, as she brought her supple, ruby-red lips down to Daemon’s ear.

“I—It’s not proper to come to the table with your shirt off, Daemon... Baba is already in a bad mood this morning, and we don’t want to make it any worse…” She sounded frightened, like one word from Farzad could rattle her to her core. “A—And… I know Maman is… A—Affectionate… But she’s still a married woman, so please, don’t be so handsy with her, okay? I know you’re young and at that age where your hormones are crazy, but we still need to be respectful of Baba…” Samira’s cute attempt at scolding her new younger brother ended with a gentle peck on the cheek, before she began serving up tea and coffee, just like Farzad expected of her…

Finally, there was the Shabani’s spoiled youngest daughter, Miriam, who came traipsing downstairs in an incredibly tiny, sheer pink crop top, with the words “Bad Girl” written across her massive, wobbly chest in silver rhinestones, and a skimpy, pleated, black-and-white mini-skirt, that hardly covered up that insanely fat, jaw-droppingly round rump of hers. She very obviously wasn’t wearing a bra, her fat, swollen nipples poking against the thin, see-through material of her top, and the straps of her hot-pink thong dug into the meaty, jiggling plumpness of her outrageously wide hips. Her fat, pouty lips were slathered in lots and lots of sticky, shimmery pink lipgloss, as she licked and nibbled on them hungrily once her gorgeous golden eyes caught a glimpse of the shirtless ivory-skinned Alpha she now called her “Big Brother”.

“Daemon ♥♥♥~” She squealed, tittering like a little teeny slut, smacking those unbelievably thick, cock-worshipping lips whorishly, as she bounced right up to him, completely ignoring her father, who looked like he was seconds away from a STROKE!

“Good morning, sex— I mean, hehe, good morning, Daemon!” She said with devious smile on her incredibly cute, angelic face, the tantalizingly thick shortstack gliding her dainty hands up and down Daemon’s ungodly sculpted chest, before slowly giving his seductive lips a hot, greedy kiss; tongues mashing in sloppy, wet heat, hers coiling around Daemon’s, jerking it back and forth, while her lips pushed in deeper and needier.

“ASTAGHFIRULLAH! WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, YOU INSOLENT LITTLE GIRL?!” Farzad howled, rising from his chair and slamming his fists against the table. Miriam coaxed Daemon’s tongue out, fucking it in the steamy open-air, licking, slurping, and suckling on that fat, meaty muscle like she was starving, all while looking her father right in the eye. Farzad’s blood was BOILING, his blood pressure SKYROCKETING, the veins on his temples POPPING, as he saw the utter defiance in Miriam’s eye! THIS GIRL WAS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF HIM!

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Miriam’s lips pulled back with a loud, slobbery “POP”, a thick, sticky rope of slobber still connecting she and Daemon, as the panting, half-lidded, freshly-fucked look on her face was going to give her poor father a coronary! She let out a deep, almost animal-like moan, trembling deep, smothering those ridiculously meaty thighs together, before finally deigning to give her father the attention he demanded.

“What’s the big deal? Don’t we greet family like this back in the old country, Dad? I thought you and Mom wanted me to embrace our heritage more?” Miriam said in that flat, empty tone she knew riled her father up, rolling her eyes and pushing her gigantic, marshmallowy rack against Daemon’s rock-solid chest; the extremely petite Persian vixen wobbling those soft, slutty monster-tits back and forth, to and fro, almost smothering Daemon’s face each time they jumped and heaved upward.

“YOU MOUTHY LITTLE HARLOT! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT! I SHOULD JUST SHIP YOU BACK HOME AND LET THE TRIBUNAL STONE A GODLESS LITTLE WHORE LIKE YOU TO DEATH!” Now that… That stunned Samira and even Miriam, both girls looking up at their father with a puzzled (Did he really say that?) look on their faces.

While the women of the family balked at Farzad's rabid, enraged rantings against the newest member of the household, Daemon merely tried his best to keep the euphoric smile he bore under control. Despite the stiff competition in the form of the bevy of golden skinned sluts that were all too happy to lavish the newest man in the house with endless adoration and affection whenever they could, Daemon was sure, even now, as he angrily growled through his thick, greasy beard like a mouse squeaking at a tall, white, burly lion that could oh-so-easily tear him apart in a single flick of his wrist, Daemon was more than sure that Farzad was undoubtedly his FAVORITE of the Shabani family.

And why might that be? Because He was JUST. SO. TASTY. Never in the dozens of centuries that he had walked the earth, since the first corrupting influence of man gave birth to the fear and lust and malice and lovely malignant forces from which his spirit fed, NEVER had he tasted an accumulation of such a potent, flavorful mix of the darkest emotions that could only arise from the most shamelessly pathetic excuse of a man to ever spread his genes.

Somehow, someway, he had a perfect ratio of ego and insecurity, a subtle, sweet-smelling stew of delectable anger and ungratefulness, and the most delicious, dripping essence of ENVY that the demonic Aryan Alpha ever had the pleasure of devouring. He HAD to keep him around, to feast on his anger, his misery, to pull him into a dark stupor of hopelessness that would birth an eternal feast worthy of a CARNAL KING OF LUST AND DEBAUCHERY LIKE HIM.

...But if that was going to happen, he had to make sure that Farzad felt safe, comfortable, lulled into a false security that would give him all he needed to stay within the house unencumbered...and make it that much more tremendously torturous when his confidence was torn to shreds by his new "son".

"Baba, please, why don't we talk about this nicely, shall we?" He started, his voice tinted with the serenading noise of his demonic charmspeak, rendered that much more effective by the flustered rage the Imam was embroiled with, his tired, sleep deprived mind too hazy to resist as he panted heavily, chest still heaving with primal anger, though for whatever reason he felt compelled to relax...stepping back and looking up at his "son", stunned by his towering height and gulping heavily as he instinctually quivered, his body responding to his clear inferiority in the face of the beefy white bull in front of him.

"D...Do NOT call me that, I am not your father, you infidel! You come to my house and make my children behave like godless servants of Jahannam and say we are family! Y...You..."

"No, Baba. Please, listen to me. I know I might not have been what you expected...but I truly want us to be one house. Does the good book not say that all servants of Allah are of one family? I know I may not be your blood...but I have studied the Quran with my life, and it has always been my dream to be welcomed into such a devout family that worships our God with such devotion. We are all imperfect souls before Allah, Baba...after all, when was the last time you bought Samira new clothes? It's clear that she's grown too big for the ones she's wearing now, Allah has blessed her in her femininity...but as her father, it is your job to supply her with the means to be modest, is it not, Baba?" Daemon interrupted the man, his charmspeak making Farzad's mind even more pliable to his words...though even without it, the scathing critique he gave his father would more than likely leave him just as stunned into silence.

"And I know you and Miriam may have your differences...but the good book says that leaders must be patient and loving to their flock, does it not? If all who had sinned before the eyes of Allah were to be stoned, neither you nor I would be here now. Look upon her greeting as good news...this wayward sister of mine is learning to treat her elders with the proper respect, and I return her greeting completely." Daemon went on, smirking wickedly as he stomped over and pulled Miriam into his strong embrace before GRACING HER CHERRY RED LIPS WITH A WET, SINFULLY PASSIONATE KISS ALL WHILE FARZAD WATCHED ON IN HORROR, HIS HANDS GROPING THE WIDE CURVES OF HER JUICY HIPS BEFORE HE PULLED AWAY AND LEFT A THICK STRING OF SLOBBERY SPIT CONNECTING THEIR WET, QUIVERING LIPS.

"I...I. No...this is...why are you...what are you..." Farzad stammered to himself, filled with fear and clutching his chest as panicked pants spilled out of his mouth, the shadow of Daemon's body casting over him as the Aryan Alpha approached, his body instinctively pulling away until he nearly stumbled into the dinner table, nearly jumping out of his skin when Daemon's hefty palms SLAMMED down on either one of his shoulders, easily dwarfing the recessed stumps where at least some of the Imam's miniscule muscles should have been.

"I am your son, Baba. And we are all one happy family. Please Baba, do not trouble yourself. You look so unwell when you are angry like this. The father of the household deserves to be at peace within the walls of his house, no? Have you slept well too, Baba? Your eyes look so red...I think you should sit down, that is clearly the cause of all this struggle within you." Daemon told him, sounding more like a kind father warmly chastising his son than a scolded child pleading with his father to calm down. And somehow, miraculously...his words seemed to take on their intended effect, with Farzad collapsing onto the seat in a heavy, sweaty heap, panting through his beard as he mumbled to himself.

"I...y-yes...you must be right. I...I don't know what came over me just now. This stress is just...it's making me so on edge all the time. Thank you." He said, his words feeling like they came from another mouth as he watched the wide smile curling on his "child's" face, a sinister feeling rising in the Imam's chest as Daemon spoke his next words.

"It is of no concern Baba. I'm just pleased to have you for breakfast..."

That bizarrely soothing voice… Those mesmerizing eyes… That soft, unassuming smile… It should’ve put Farzad’s mind at ease, like it did his two young daughters who looked up at the tall, magnificently musclebound Adonis like two wide-eyed worshippers marveling at their GOD, but instead… It left him unsettled as he slumped back in his seat. Those cruel, hateful words that just escaped his lips… Was that really who he was? No… He was a righteous man of God, one of Allah’s most devoted followers, espousing the tenets of kindness and compassion during his nightly sermons at his precious mosque. This boy... He tamped down Farzad’s tantrum without even blinking, and left him feeling more embarrassed and ashamed than he ever had before. He was failing as a father, and even worse, failing as his family’s spiritual leader. Farzad hardly looked up from the table, the humiliation and shame weighing him down almost as if he physically shrank in his seat, like he was just desperate to completely vanish.

“I’m so sorry about keeping you waiting, Azizam! Breakfast is ready!” Amina… The sound of his wife’s voice compelled him to finally look up, hoping to be soothed by her warm smile and reassuring words. Unfortunately, Amina’s bright, beautiful eyes were solely focused on the golden-haired Alpha seated in front of her. She came carrying out platter after platter, waffles, pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, an entire home cooked, American-style feast that she knew Daemon would LOVE (and Farzad would HATE). Of course, the grumpy, exhausted older man didn’t say a word, shrinking even further into himself, while Amina gleefully served Daemon first, giving him the biggest plate and piling it high with all the delicious food she could.

“MOM! I want to sit in Daemon’s lap!” Miriam hissed, pouting as Amina quite literally pushed her aside to climb into HER rightful spot on Daemon’s enormous lap.

“Hush, you spoiled little girl. Your Maman still needs to bond with her new son after all. You’ll get your turn with Daemon soon enough. Sit down and eat your breakfast. Now.” Amina’s voice was so stern, ringing with an authority that even her disobedient youngest daughter seemed to follow. Miriam, grumbling under her breath, sat down and played with her food like an unhappy child. Normally, that would annoy Amina and the two of them would end up getting into an argument, but not today, not when Daemon was here.

Instead, Amina was grinning from ear to ear, giggling like a little ditz, arching her slender back and slowly wobbling her colossal, jello-y ass-cheeks back and forth. She pushed out her chest and grinded her humongously fat golden-skinned udders against Daemon’s pale chiseled chest, lacing her delicate arms possessively around his neck, all while peppering his supple lips with gentle, adoring kisses…

“Mashallah ♥ It’s so wonderful to finally have a man— I mean, a young man, in the house like this! Azizam, here, let Maman feed you, my sweet boy…~ You should only be using these big strong muscles to grow even more handsome! Mmm… My precious son… Mashallah, mashallah, we’re sooo blessed to have you here with us…!” Amina’s heartfelt words were becoming more and more like the worship of a false idol, like she could get down on her hands and knees at any moment and pray at Daemon’s feet like a fanatical zealot. She brought forks of food up to his lips, happily feeding him and wiping his mouth, all while cooing over every little piece of perfection about him.

“Ana asif (I’m sorry), Azizam! I’m just so clumsy! Look at all that bacon and sticky syrup all over my breasts! Will you clean that up for me, my sweet boy?” Farzad’s tired eyes shot up, watching his wife push her even heavier, meatier, wobblier tit-shelf right up into Daemon’s gorgeous face, with that thick cut of bacon and all that glossy, sweet syrup caked all over the tops of those squishy, creamy, doughy-soft peaks.

"Oh Maman, the tissues are all the way back in the kitchen too...you really must be more aware of yourself. Not to worry though, I'm more than happy to clean you up myself..." Daemon smiled delightedly at her, snorting in the delectable scent of Farzad's jealousy as he buried his face into the sticky sheen of sweet, syrupy goodness glazed over the golden brown peaks of Amina's meaty mammoth tits. Farzad had never paid much attention to his wife as anything more than the homemaker Allah had blessed him with, as she would never match up to the idolized image of his first love Aisha...

And yet, somehow, he couldn't help but shake with a violent rage as he saw how passionately his "son" dragged his thirsty tongue across the supple caramel flesh of his wife's bountiful breasts. He'd never in his life seen Amina mewl with such mindless pleasure even when they conceived their children...if anything, the glassy look of sheer, unbidden ECSTASY in Amina's eyes was a far cry from the bored, uninterested face he observed on the rare occasion he mustered the energy to writhe his pudgy frame on top of his wife's supremely fertile body until he weakly spewed out a thin dribble of watery seed that only barely managed to sow the seed of his inferior genes within his wife's thirsty eggs.

The sticky, syrupy wetness marked Daemon's lips as he licked up the last of the syrup he could accumulate on his fat, glistening tongue, his lips parting while the sharp fangs of his teeth glinted in the morning sun before he viciously bit at the hot, freshly sizzled cut of thick, juicy bacon that slid between Amina's breasts! He hungrily pressed his head even further into the sea of glistening, MILFy milktanks and fished out the greasy cut of meat, leaving a number of hot hickeys marking every inch of her breasts as he feasted on his meal, his head pushing up to offer it to his mother, which she eagerly accepted, their lips meeting in the middle and sharing the savory, salty meat before they bit down on the forbidden flavors they shared.

"W...wait! Amina! Is this not a sin against Allah? Daemon may not know it, but...we are not to feast on the flesh of unclean animals, are we not?" Farzad spoke up, desperately trying to think of any way to stop the lewd, lip-smacking show of his wife feeding their "son" that looked more and more like the prelude to a raunchy fuck-session that would forever render him completely inferior in Amina's mind.

Even still, his fingers nervously clamped down onto the edge of the table, filled with fear as he watched Daemon look down at him with a glowering stare, his pupils transforming into sharp, pitch-black slits while his eyes went blood-red for the shortest of moments, an image that had Farzad rubbing his eyelids in confusion only to gasp when he had returned to normal in the next second. Something had to be wrong here...something was very, VERY wrong!

Miriam and Samira both just couldn’t tear their lustful eyes away from the deeply depraved sight of Daemon’s long, fat, slobbery tongue racing back and forth across their mother’s outlandishly huge, homegrown breasts; soaking her tight white blouse in slick, steamy drool, as he glossed those heavy, hulking mounds of Persian tit-flesh up like something straight out of an X-Rated video. Amina’s nimble fingers raced down and stealthily undid even more buttons on her too-tight, button-popping top, giving her precious son even more space to feast on her insanely fat, perky tits, before he buried his irresistible face right between them, gnawing and suckling on all that deliciously soft, golden-toned flesh, and sinking his teeth in the hot, smokey cut of bacon trapped between his mother’s gigantic, doughy udders.

“But bacon is Daemon’s favorite, isn’t it Azizam? I’m certain Allah wouldn’t mind, I’m just trying to make my beloved son happy, Farzad. Don’t be such a killjoy, hm?” Amina said with a dazed smile, devouring up her half of that long, meaty strip of bacon, before her fat, juicy tongue was suddenly diving right past Daemon’s supple lips; massaging his bigger, meaner tongue, squeezing, slurping, and jerking it off starvingly, as the sounds of nasty, fuck-crazed tongue-rape completely bombarded the minds of her stunned family!

“A—Amina! I—Isn’t it that time? Don’t you have errands to run?” Farzad was desperate to get her away from that musclebound incarnation of sin at all costs.

“Oooo! Mom! Why doesn’t Daemon spend the day with me! Pleeease! He can come to school and sit in on my classes!” Miriam begged, though it fell on deaf ears.

“Azizam, you want to spend the day with your Maman, don’t you? We still have lots and lots of bonding to do… I want to make sure we’re truly connected as mother and son, my precious boy…” Amina gazed up at him with that wide-eyed, desperate look on her face.

“I—I don’t think that’s necessary, Amina! The boy is probably still very tired! I’m sure he just wants to rest today, don’t you s—… S—Son…” That word felt like acid coming out of Farzad’s throat.

“Nonsense. My son is a strong, strapping boy, I’m sure he can handle it.” Amina insisted.

“F—Fine! Then… TAKE SAMIRA WITH YOU!”

“B—Baba, me?! I—I…”

“You’ll listen to your father’s command, girl. Do as you’re told and go with your mother.”

“…Yes. Of course, Baba. I’d be happy to…” Samira blushed deeply, while Amina, looking all pouty, let out a long sigh.

“And here I was hoping for a little alone time together… Pity. Why don’t we take a trip to the mall first? I’d love to buy you some new clothes, Azizam ♥ Oh! And Samira and I can do some shopping too!” Amina sounded so giddy, the thought of playing dress-up for Daemon (and dressing him up in return) filling her with such excitement.

“I—I don’t need any new clothes, Maman. What I have now is fine…” Samira protested softly.

“Of course you do, my sweet girl. Bashir won’t even recognize you when we’re done, you’ll even more stunning than before!” Amina was adamant, and Samira quietly relented, nodding her head and looking down at her plate; heart racing and pussy aching so sinfully.

Farzad remained uneasy and nervous at the thought of his...son, spending so much time alone with the two eldest women of the family, but he soothed himself with the thought that such God-fearing Muslim women would surely be able to set him on the right path and prevent any shame from staining the Shabani name. His stomach growled hungrily as he watched Daemon shamelessly devour the king's breakfast that was set before him, but thankfully, his son had the kindness to lovingly remind his beloved mother that the man of the house needed a good meal as well, to which he was hastily tossed a measly plate of burnt bacon, shriveled, charred eggs and a hastily squeezed glass of orange juice, half of which spilled over Farzad's paper from the force with which his wife slammed down the glass.

"T-thank you dearest...d-don't forget to bring Daemon for Friday prayer service at the Mosque! W...we will have to announce our new son to the elders..." Farzad spoke in that mousy, pathetic voice of his, watching as Miriam woefully packed her bags for the bus to school, pouting with jealousy as her mother and sister smothered Daemon in a FLESHY OCEAN OF EXOTIC DESERT FUCKPADDING WHILE THEY EAGERLY LED HIM THROUGH THE DOOR.

"Oh, no need to worry, Baba! I wouldn't miss it for the world." Daemon smiled back at the man, his face leaving Farzad with an ever-so-slightly sinister feeling as his wife and daughter ushered every last towering inch of the man's hulking stud beef out through the door. Somewhere along the line, Miriam had managed to push through the seemingly endless expanse of fuckable persian flesh oozing from her mother and sister to leave Daemon with a wet, simmering peck on his cheek, her tongue flicking his ear with a sensual heat that would leave any ordinary man shivering with bliss and on the verge of spewing his load right then and there.

She slipped a scrap of paper into the pocket of his shorts, making extra sure to softly stroke the brutal bat of mind-warping alpha dick hiding beneath his clothes while she winked at him, skipping away right as the school bus made its arrival and adding an extra bounce to her steps to leave those luscious teen twerk-mounds wobbling in the air with her shorts barely covering a single inch of dusky desert flesh.

While Samira and Amina led him to the car shortly afterwards, with a small fight erupting over which of the two ladies could earn the right to sit in the back while the other escorted Daemon with the unquestioning deference he deserved, he managed to pull out the gift she had left him and read it for himself, smirking at what his "little sister" had scribbled out for him as he took his seat in the back of the car, his groin soon padded by the soft, marshmallowy twin peaks of Samira's utterly massive ass as she made to sit on his lap by her own accord, a jealous scowl rising from Amina in the front seat while Daemon merely congratulated himself on his handiwork.

"I've never been able to go on an outing with family before, Maman! There's so many fine American clothes I think you and sister Samira would look lovely in! But Baba might frown upon it, so...perhaps we shouldn't." Daemon spoke up from his seat, his hands held steady on Samira's jostling hips, his manipulation laid on thick once again as Amina's poor heart broke from the mere sight of his saddened expression in her rearview mirror.

The quiet, quaint little town of Ridgedale didn’t have much to offer like the big city did, but at least had one place where you could find the latest fashions: The Ridgedale Mall. A massive, sprawling Mecca of consumerism, one that Farzad and the rest of the hyper-religious leaders of the mosque absolutely loathed. They claimed it was just a den of “Westernized propaganda and sinful wastefulness and gluttony”, but truth be told, it was probably just because the place (and the town as a whole) wasn’t as welcoming of their ever-growing Muslim population. The construction of the Masjid An-Nur sparked a whole lot of outrage in the community, fueling protests and petitions to keep this predominantly Catholic town safe from the onslaught of supposedly “anti-American” influences they were being bombarded with.

Amina normally avoided the mall like Farzad insisted, but today she was fueled by the burning desire to dress up (strip naked) and show off her the sexy, young piece of golden-haired arm-candy she was blessed enough to call HER son!

“H—How did that happen? Ah! I—If Baba could see me now, he’d lose his mind…” A strange smile crept across Samira’s fat, luscious lips, as the thought of her father going crazy filled her with a twisted sense of glee. She even let out a chuckle, before quickly realizing how inappropriate the thought was and controlling herself.

“Are you two behaving back there?” Amina asked, seeing nothing but her daughter’s colossal, naked ass in the rearview mirror, and pouting like a jealous teenager.

“Y—Yes, Maman! I—I promise!” Samira murmured nervously. What the hell was she doing? Shaking her ass like a whore? This wasn’t like her! She looked up at Daemon with nothing but fear in her eyes, before bringing those alluring, ruby-red lips up to his ear.

“Pleeease, can you fix my skirt for me? W—What if Bashir saw me like this? Please, Daemon?” She begged.

For a split second, Daemon's mind went white hot with sheer, rapturous pleasure, the meager fabric of his sheer white shorts making a slight tearing noise as his somewhat "soft" (but still easily gargantuan) cocklength instantly rocketed up to its full hardness at the feel of such a PERFECTLY SOFT, PERKY PERSIAN BUBBLE BOOTY SPILLING OUT OVER HIS GROIN AND LIGHTING UP EVERY NERVE OF SENSUAL BLISS IN HIS BODY. 

As much as Amina definitely had her daughter beat in the sheer size and softness of her gargantuan golden brown rump, Samira's rear held a youthful perkiness and juicy, jiggly fuck-bounce that would put even the most gifted harem whores Daemon had encountered to shame! 

The naked flesh of such a perfectly fuckable body right on top of him left Daemon's hedonistic nature to run wild for just a moment, his burly cockshaft roiling up against the juicy globes of her impossibly thick cheeks while his hands unconsciously SQUEEZED into her doughy fuck-spheres, an animal growl rising from his body as the car hit a speed-bump that just so happened to coincide with the plunging thrust of his chiseled hips into Samira's glistening bubble butt.

"Fuck! Sorry, sister...what were you saying? I was...distracted..." He told her, cursing the fact that he couldn't BRING THE CAR TO A SCREECHING HALT HERE AND NOW AND STUFF THIS HAUGHTY BITCH FULL WITH A GREASY, PASTY LOAD OF BUBBLING NUT-SLUDGE AS PUNISHMENT FOR TEASING HIM. But ultimately, for better or worse, the young man's self control won over, his beefy chest heaving as he listened to Samira repeat herself, just barely managing to keep her words in his mind as he watched the glistening flesh of his sister's beautiful buttcheeks as sweat beaded across the juicy peaks.

"Ah...y-yes, of course. Bashir...is that your boyfriend, sister? Already with a man of your own? I'm not surprised a beautiful woman like you has men clamoring for you." He complimented her, smiling up at the woman while his palms squished into the sides of the weighty moons of her massively meaty ass and biting his lip as the raging lust within him made him desperately slide his beefy shaft between her thick cheeks.

"God...I-I wish I could, but sister...your HUGE, BOUNCY ASSCHEEKS are just...too tight around my cock. I-I'm sorry that my cock is so FUCKING BIG AND HARD BENEATH YOUR MASSIVE FUCKING ASS...i-it's my fault for having such impure thoughts about you. But maybe if you shook your hips hard enough...we could both get free without Maman seeing?" He whispered to her, his hand idly stroking the wobbling cleavage of her huge breasts, his voice oddly seductive and deep, the gravelly tone of his serenading words making her shiver at his touch while she nodded along to his suggestion.

Samira’s crimson-colored cheeks were filling with an even richer, darker tinge of red, her frantic, frazzled brain racing a million miles a second, her hazy, almost heart-shaped golden eyes completely and utterly fixed on the pools of icy, frosted blue gazing right back at her, all while a hot, sensual heat slowly enveloped the entire SUV, making Samira’s gorgeous golden complexion glisten even more alluringly. Those gargantuan, clapping, impossibly perky globes of Persian assfat jiggled, wobbled, and smacked even harder, as if Samira’s wide, womanly hips had a mind of their very own. She trembled nervously, as she felt something so long, so hard, so monstrously thick sliding underneath her, swelling and twitching feverishly… It couldn’t have been Daemon’s MANHOOD could it?

Her eyes widened as she felt that mind-bogglingly beefy behemoth grinding back and forth against her, just begging to be embraced into the ungodly squishiness of all that jello-y Arabian twerk-flesh! Her ridiculously wide hips swished and shimmied even faster, all without Samira’s command, before Daemon’s big, beastly hand sinking into her insanely plush, pillowy ass-cheeks left her panties completely DRENCHED in a sweet, sticky surge of her lust-addled juices. Her bunched-up skirt was getting totally soaked, caked in all passionate, pomegranate-flavored sweetness gushing mindlessly from her agonizingly swollen cunt. Bashir never would’ve grabbed her like that, letting his fingers knead all her obscenely fat ass-meat, pockets of Persian pound-flesh seeping between the laces, as he groped and squeezed and firmly smacked those sinfully soft cheeks around like she was a mere brothel whore!

Samira could feel her mind and willpower fading fast… Her juicy, needy virgin pussy quivering like crazy, desperate for a taste of the precum-pumping pillar of Alpha cock grinding mercilessly against her! The car rumbled (NOT ANOTHER SPEED BUMP) as Samira shifted and suddenly… She felt that beastly teenage fuck-slab slide right between her gigantic, gelatinous, mindlessly wobbling pound-cakes!

God it felt so… Good ♥ She arched her back even harder, letting the buttons on her heaving blouse come popping off even more, while she expertly bounced her hips, molesting Daemon’s rock-hard horsecock faster, squeezing her cheeks harder, jiggling all that whore ass like she didn’t have any sense!

“D—Daemon… ♥” She groaned softly, taking his big white hand and guiding it down beneath her skirt; gasping and shivering, while a steaming hot spurt of slutty fem-cum drenched his big firm fingers.

“I—Is it… Normal to be this... Y—You know… W—Wet…? Bashir... He’s my fiancé-to-be, we’ve never done anything like this… Never been this close… So… This is my first time… E—Ever being so intimate with a man… C—Can you make this wetness stop? I—I’ll soak Maman’s car and Baba will be so upset with me…” Samira whispered so sensually, as she slowly pecked Daemon’s lips. “Pleeease… M—Make it stop before Maman sees us…”

Daemon couldn't help but smirk at the naive pleas of his "older" sister, feeling the genuine confusion in her words as the sickeningly sweet scent of her quivering virgin cunt pulsing  against his thick, sturdy fingers from beneath her skirt. He didn't have to read her emotions to tell that the shivering need on her supple lips was all too genuine, and that only made it that much more irresistible to take advantage of her ignorance.

"Sister...you are right to tell me of this. This kind of filth pouring from your body is utterly sinful, my sister. If Bashir were to know that this happens to you...why, your marriage would be called off! You mustn't allow yourself to get nearly this close to him if you want to keep our family's honor...but to keep you pure...I'll deal with this sinful desire pouring out from you." He whispered to her, Samira's poor heart clenched with unease, though her worries were quickly slain by the warm, hot, domineering hands of her brother eagerly coming to her aid! How blessed she was to have a man that would put her right and keep her from smearing herself for her soon-to-come wedding day...

"Fuck! You're gonna fucking ruin the car seat with your dripping little cunt, sister! And you smell so damn sinfully sweet, too! A woman like you is made to draw men into sin, sister...if you stayed like this, you would surely end up becoming a harlot of the highest order! As your brother, it's my duty to make sure you remain modest, you'll never get to show this THICK, JUICY BROWN ASS OF YOURS TO ANYONE ELSE, GOT IT!" He grunted into her ear, a few of his words almost heard by Amina as she took her chance to watch the rearview mirror in the midst of the traffic they were caught in, the quivering petals of her dripping entrance buzzing with envy as she clearly witnessed her son embracing his sister with a grip that was far from mere sibling bonding...

Bashir… Her “beloved” fiance-to-be, or so she convinced herself. Truth be told, Samira didn’t have much in common with the Ahmeds or their lavish lifestyle. Bashir was flashy, greedy, money-grubbing, and worst of all, had an overinflated ego. Samira would’ve never given a “man” like him the time of day, but Baba insisted and arranged their engagement all without her opinion. She was just meant to stand there and smile pretty as the men in her life controlled her like a doll…

It didn’t bother Samira so much before, but sitting here, cradled in Daemon’s massive, musclebound arms, that mind-meltingly musky slab of fatly-veined, pale-white monster cock smothered between her doughy-soft, golden globes of heavy, squishy assfat, for the first time in her life, Samira wanted more than what her Baba had envisioned for her. The sound of Daemon’s deep, dark, mesmerizingly handsome voice was lulling her deeper and deeper into her own sinful lust, as her steaming hot, desperately gushing cunny dripped and squirted even more lewdly; drenching Daemon’s lap and the leather seats of her Maman’s SUV in so much sticky, sweetly-sugared fem-cum, as her gorgeously muscled Aryan brother’s thick, firm fingers slowly squished down on the ridiculously fat, puffy pink petals of her needy, swollen pussy.

“T—Thank you, Daemon ♥ P—Pleeease… H—Help keep me pure… D—Don’t stop…” She whispered, throwing her head back and letting out such a deep, guttural groan, as his thumb mashed down on her stiff, trembling clit; grinding it back and forth, each pass growing harder than the last, while he rubbed down on her sweet, sticky folds through the sopping wet lace of her absolutely SOAKED panties.

“I—I think… A—Allah ♥♥♥… There’s more sin dripping inside… P—Push in deeper, pleeease! S—Slam your fingers inside me and make it come spraying out, Daemon!” Samira was desperately, grunting like a bitch in heat, tongue spilling obscenely from her piping hot maw, eyes glazed over with hot, ravenous lust, as she pulled her dripping panties aside and pulled Daemon’s fingers to the squishy, steamy wetness of her naked defiled pussy-lips; so perfectly thick, incredibly meaty and plump, and trembling like crazy, just the slightest sensation making her shiver and squirt right there on the spot!

“Y—YES! T—This fat, sinful ass is all yours, Daemon! Y—You’re the only one who gets to see! B—Bashir can NEVER see me like this! I promise he won’t! A—Aaaah ♥♥♥ I—It won’t stop squirting out! P—Plug up my whore throat with your tongue! I don’t want Maman to hear me squealing like this! Spit down my throat and choke me with your tongue, Daemon! P—PLEASE!”

The squishy, sloppy “PLAP” “PLAP” “PLAP” of Samira’s pussy-soaked ass-cheeks bouncing and wobbling all around Daemon’s rock-hard, jizz-leaking demon cock was growing louder and louder; that gargantuan golden twerk-shelf milking his monster cock like an expertly trained whore, all out in the open for their mother to watch!

Amina could feel the growing jealousy swelling inside of her, her pussy aching for Daemon’s attention, as she swerved in and out of lanes mindlessly, open hand buried underneath her skirt, fingers plunging starvingly into her obscenely soaked cunt, while the other gripped lazily on the steering wheel. Traffic eventually came to a standstill, as Amina put the car in park, leaned back in her chair, and mercilessly finger-fucked her greedy MILF-y pussy, moaning like a goddamn harlot!

“A—Are you helping your sister, Daemon? She’s so filthy… Smack that fat whore ass and make all that filthy sin come gushing out!”

"I am, Maman! But there's just so much spilling out! Samira, your UNRULY WHORE CUNT NEEDS EVEN MORE PUNISHMENT THAN I THOUGHT!" Daemon grunted with every ounce of strength in his throat, the booming bass of his manly voice rippling through the air and making a horde of bimbo bitches trapped in traffic unconsciously mewl and clench their thighs with needy lust piercing their innermost depths and nearly making them cum on the spot!

But even their rapturous pleasure would never come close to the brain-breaking bliss that utterly consumed Samira's mind as Daemon SLAMMED his huge, hulking palm down on the golden brown mounds of her massive melon ass, sending flecks of sweat splashing about on the backseat while he buried three fingers of his other hand down to the knuckle within the pulsing wetness of his sister's squishy cunny. The flavorful spray of potent pussy-juice lined the car seats as Samira clenched her core as hard as she could, ceaselessly CLAPPING the massive slope of her bountiful bubble butt all over Daemon's chiseled hips while she bucked and mewled against him.

"ASTAGHFIRULLAH! Look at you, sister! You're SHAKING THAT BIG BROWN ASS LIKE SOME STRIPPER DESPERATE TO GET FUCKED! If you're like this for your own brother, then who knows how much of a little slut you can be! This big fat ass and those giant cow tits of yours need to be DISCIPLINED, these thick cheeks deserve to be spanked for how many men they've teased with such immodesty!" He growled out towards her, his wrath not dissimilar from Farzad's potent rage, though coming from the mouth of a HORSE-HUNG ALPHA BULL LIKE HIM it was much easier to accept his demands.

The exotic twerk-show Daemon was being treated to was enough to put the most cheeked-up, fame-obsessed, bimbo-brained popstar slut to shame! The burly demon-stud couldn't help but envision how he would put her gifts to work, dressing her in the finest Arabian silk that only the best of his concubines were clad in, how he would line her up beside her sister and mother, juicy desert rumps soaked in oil as they each twerked their jiggling rumps and begged to be the first to be deflowered...

The mere image of it sent Daemon into a furious humping frenzy, a desperate applause of PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPS rising in the air as the beefy head of his fat, greasy cock swelled and surged with demonic power, bloating to nearly twice its original girth and sawing between the bubbly cheeks of Samira's mountainous ass globes while his fingers rubbed against her g-spot as she rapidly neared her peak.

"CUM FOR ME, SAMIRA! SQUIRT OUT EVERY LAST DROP OF LUST FROM THAT FILTHY CUNT OF YOURS WHILE YOU SHAKE YOUR WHORE ASS FOR YOUR OWN BROTHER!" Daemon ordered her, his charmspeak tinting his words unconsciously while she gasped and twitched against him, stars exploding in her vision while her tongue lolled out of her mouth in a drooling ahegao face, rendered brainless with pleasure from her brother's domineering touch.

OH FUUUCCCKKK ♥♥♥ Amina and Samira’s minds were both melting, boiling over with such godless, hellishly hot lust, as the every square inch of the SUV absolutely REEKED of intense carnal SIN; the sugary aroma of sweet, feminine cunt-slop, mixed with the additive, brain-breaking stench of Daemon’s drug-like Alpha seed, seeped into the pair of beautifully buxom Persian sows’ lungs, completely bombarding their senses and making those fat, sloppy, whore pussies squirt even more furiously!

Amina climbed in-between the seats, humongous, jiggling golden rump pointed at the windshield (letting anybody that looked back see the filthy Arabian cock-sleeve twerking like a bimbo stripper), as she ripped her drenched panties clean off and buried her desperate fingers deep, deep, DEEP inside that starving pink cunt!

“Shake that fat ass, you nasty little slut! Shake all that sinful, meaty assfat I cursed you with, you filthy little girl! That’s it, bounce it all over your brother’s big fat heathen cock! Such a naughty whore! All this fucking SIN needs to come right out of you, doesn’t it?” Amina growled, gnawing on her pillowy bottom lip, while she mashed her fat, agonizingly swollen G-Spot to bits; pounding at the quivering pleasure point over and over and over again, absolutely slathering the front seats in waves of sugary, tangerine-flavored sweetness, while her other hand reached out and gave Daemon’s corruptive white behemoth a nice, greedy SQUEEZE!

“ATSAGHFIRULLAH ♥♥♥ ALLAH! Such potent sin pumping from this fat fucking monster! CUM FOR ME, AZIZAM! CUM FOR YOUR MAMAN! SHOOT THAT FAT, GREASY WHITE LOAD OF SIN ALL OVER YOUR SISTER’S WOBBLY WHORE CHEEKS! FILTHY ♥ FILTHY ♥ SO FUCKING FILTHY ♥♥♥” Amina howled at the top of her lungs, the car shaking violently with each animalistic THRUST of Daemon’s flawlessly sculpted hips; pumping that All-American pillar of pure white supremacy in and out of Samira’s gelatinous humps of jiggly Persian jelly, glazing the gorgeous mountain of desert-skinned fuck-flesh completely white with round after round of the thickest, gooiest, hottest pre-sludge she’s ever had the pleasure of seeing, all while Samira’s sloppy, spraying cunt SQUEEZED and MILKED Daemon’s fat fingers with all its might!

“OH ALLAH ♥♥♥ YES! YES! YES! YESSSS ♥♥♥” Samira screeched like an banshee, eyes bulging out of her skull, tongue flailing violently, her body quaking and spasming like she was in the midst of a vicious, back-bending seizure, as she sealed her starved lips around Daemon’s, dragging her irresistible younger brother into the sloppiest, sluttiest, nastiest kiss of her life!

Her starving cunt was dragging his fingers in even deeper, gushing relentlessly, slurping violently, growing fatter and steamier and tighter by the second, before she finally ERUPTED in furious, mind-ruining ECSTASY! Amina climbed into the backseat, pushing her way in-between Samira and straddling one of Daemon’s colossal legs. Mother and daughter soon took turns tongue-raping the boy’s throat, molesting his big fat tongue with theirs, drooling and mewling like the filthiest little whores, while Samira completely doused Daemon in god knows how much sticky, steamy, mind-numbingly delicious nectar!

Her starving cunt was dragging his fingers in even deeper, gushing relentlessly, slurping violently, growing fatter and steamier and tighter by the second, before she finally ERUPTED in furious, mind-ruining ECSTASY! Amina climbed into the backseat, pushing her way in-between Samira and straddling one of Daemon’s colossal legs. Mother and daughter soon took turns tongue-raping the boy’s throat, molesting his big fat tongue with theirs, drooling and mewling like the filthiest little whores, while Samira completely doused Daemon in god knows how much sticky, steamy, mind-numbingly delicious nectar!

Amina still wasn’t satisfied though, not until she taste her daughter’s sweetness for herself! She yanked Daemon’s fingers out from Samira’s perfect pink pussy, and brought them up to her lips. She looked her deep in those piercing blue eyes, before opening up her piping hot maw and gobbling up his fat, firm fingers; burying them down to the knuckles, tongue slurping wildly to and fro, shoveling every last morsel of sugary sin down her starving gullet, while she gagged and choked whorishly on his oversized digits, relentlessly slobbering until they were completely spotless. With a sickeningly loud “SCHLURP”, she pulled back, before painting Daemon’s studly face with hot, sloppy, nasty kisses…

“You got all that whore lust out of her, didn’t you Azizam? You made your big sister clean again, right?~ Can’t have a filthy little slut like that living under your Baba’s roof, can you? Mmmm…~ You reek so good, reek of so much sin… Take off your shirt when we get to the mall… We don’t want the whole town knowing about what a shameless little whore our Samira is, do we?” Amina whispered so sensually in Daemon’s ear, nibbling on his earlobe and licking up and down his powerful, muscular neck, all while Samira sat there, dazed, delirious, half-conscious, and still cumming…

"Mmm, of course, Maman. We might need to get you a new top as well...just look...your breasts are CAKED with my cum..." Daemon told Amina between hungry, sensual kisses, his fingers smearing into the thick pool of creamy white ball slurry running down her breasts and soaking through her blouse in heavy rivulets that his mother had to fight to keep herself from voraciously devouring with the eager need to taste her beloved Azizam that she always felt.

"But yes...thankfully, sister is cleansed from the carnal sin that filled her. But I worry this may not be the last time we have to manage her condition. Samira, from now on I'll have to make sure you're being cleansed as often as possible until your wedding, so no shame might be brought unto our family. They may be very hard and long at times...but I trust you know that I only want Allah to smile upon your marriage, beloved sister." He affirmed his mother's question, smiling at Samira as she shook in her seat, delirious and utterly insensate while she thrashed at Daemon gracing her lips with a hot, loving kiss that she returned in kind.

"Now, why don't you shimmy that juicy brown donkey booty back to the drivers seat, Maman~? We wouldn't want to run late for prayer later today, would we?" Daemon told his mother, relishing how she nodded along to his orders even as his actions clearly contrasted with what he demanded of the woman, his palms reaching to SMACK and grope the spheres of her humungously soft shelf of doughy assfat, his fat, slimy tongue sliding into her mouth and massaging her smaller tongue before he pulled back and ushered her to her seat with another rippling WHAP! struck to her bouncy backside.

As much as Amina would have loved to stew in the delectable scent of her Azizam's stinky jizz and reeking fuck-musk, she could never forgive herself if she were to upset him by going against his demands! Amina was practically wrapped around Daemon's finger, and he was relishing the godlike power he had in stringing her along to his will like a fuckdoll puppet dancing to his tune. 

Samira wasn't much different, though her desires to serve as the fuckable concubine of her kingly younger brother was guarded by a thick veil of modesty and guilt embedded by years of her father's shaming and domineering influence, but further beneath those layers of her psyche hid an even deeper cause to her meekness, a forbidden instinct that she would never reveal to anyone for the shame it caused her, and which she more than likely wasn't even fully aware of herself. On some deep, instinctual level, Samira relished the thought of being owned, of being made the property of a strong man, her innermost fantasies revealing sordid tales of conqueror kings claiming submissive women as their concubine cock-slaves and laying waste to all who dared tell them no.

She was a woman not born for the time she was in, most at home in serving the will of a man much higher than herself, relinquishing the struggles of thought and will and responsibility for the mind-melting pleasure of complete and utter OBEDIENCE. Daemon, as he looked into this knowledge, was all too happy to exploit it for his own gain, his eyes going dark while he peered into the innermost parts of her soul, and his arcane charms embedded another extension of his will deep within her, a quiet whisper that would echo within every part of her spirit and compel her to follow its voice.

"Daemon is your king now, Samira. He knows best and you will never question his word. Your duty is to obey Daemon in every way you can. The orders of your father, your mother, and even your fiance Bashir mean NOTHING to you compared to his will."

His charm buried within her just as the family finally made their stop at the Ridgedale mall, Samira's eyes finally fluttering back into consciousness as she awoke surprisingly rested and refreshed, with an odd, blissful buzzing echoing in her mind that she couldn't quite understand...but enjoyed all the same.

With a smug, satisfied smile plastered across her slim, ravishing face, Amina, caked and reeking of Daemon’s addictive, mind-rotting Alpha seed and pungent fuck-musk, climbed back into the driver’s seat and started the car back up again. As she drove towards the mall, she could hear a faint whisper lingering in the back of her mind; low, seductive, and completely irresistible, she listened close and heeded its command, shivers rolling down her spine as her fat, starving cunt let out another needy, sinful wave of her sugary sweet lust. OBEY. OBEY. OBEY. WORSHIP. WORSHIP. WORSHIP. SIN. SIN. SIN! The voice thumped like the beat of a pounding drum, growing louder and more forceful with every passing second, as she nodded mindlessly, quietly accepting her new role in life: serving her young, studly white son as an insatiable, fuck-crazed Persian concubine.

Samira, completely delirious, also heard the voice, swaying back and forth while it preached in her ear, commanding her WORSHIP AND OBEY her beloved younger brother like the subservient whore she truly was. As she accepted, sealing her new pact with the devil with a sloppy, slurping, tongue-filled kiss, Amina clung even tighter to the strong, immeasurably handsome stud she adored so much. Why did being so close to him make her want to SIN even more…? She didn’t understand, but she didn’t want this pleasure to go away…

—

The Ridgedale Mall was especially busy today, teeming with hot, young teens playing hooky, and overworked housewives shopping for new clothes, fat, heaving tits and outrageously round asses swishing back and forth as far as the eye could see. Amina and Samira were straddling either side of Daemon’s tall, gorgeous body when they walked in, their cum-stained, drool-drenched clothes switched for much, MUCH smaller, tighter, skimpier outfits Amina had in the back of the SUV, while Daemon, sweaty, sculpted, massive muscles rippling like a Greek GOD, was shirtless, and wearing a pair of ridiculously tight, tiny red compression shorts; hugging so obscenely on that huge, beefy, monster-sized bulge, while Amina’s hand not-so-subtly squeezed on it, pretending she was just “adjusting” her son’s insanely fat, sinful package.

All eyes were on the god-like, golden-haired Adonis and his harem of slutty, simpering Persian fuck-dolls, as his pussy-drenching musk assaulted the senses of every mindlessly drooling bitch in sight, soaking up and dropping panties while they desperately rubbed their huge, doughy thighs together. Hot, mewling moans spilled from endless lips the moment Daemon passed by, the filthiest, neediest, nastiest fuck-talk just relentlessly spewing the Ridgedale whores’ sinful, heathen mouths. The looks of pure, enraged jealousy on all their faces only made Amina grin from ear to ear, as she clung even tighter to her precious son, even shoving her hand down his shorts and giving that giant, gut-punching fuck-slab a nice firm squeeze.

The Shabanis’ first stop was a mens’ clothing store for Daemon. After all, their only son couldn’t wear those same shabby clothes if he was going to be Farzad’s new heir! The moment they stepped inside the store, Daemon was bombarded by the horde of cute, curvaceous salesgirls working there; all bleach-blonde, with baby-blue eyes, pale white skin, fat, perky tits, and round, wobbly asses, some of Ridgedale’s finest sluts!

“Are these ladies following you, sir? We can call security, if you’d like!” The manager, a brazen, platinum-blonde MILF, asked, looking the Shabani whores up and down, glaring venomously, while grinding those colossal, porcelain white udders up and down against his bare chest.

“Excuse me, you little hussy! I’m his mother, for your information!” Amina hissed, knocking the uppity bitch aside, and suddenly tearing down Daemon’s shorts; letting every last inch of his jaw-breaking Aryan behemoth come springing out, splashing the slutty blonde MILF’s face with a thick helping of bubbling hot pre-sludge.

“Stupid brazen whores.” Amina growled, tongue-kissing her precious Azizam, while her hands worshipped his frighteningly fat pillar of teenage fuck-meat; jerking it up and down, pumping faster and faster, while Samira couldn’t help but spit all over it and kneading Daemon’s huge, cum-churning nuts.

“They see a real, God-fearing man like you for the first time, and they instantly lose their minds… Nasty little harlots. My Azizam would never be with sinful little wretches like you. He needs a good, devout girl that loves and praises our one true God. You see this?” Amina asked, showing off Daemon’s cock and watching those dazed white sluts nod their heads.

“This fat, beefy, manly, pussy-defiling piece of cock-meat? All you see when you look at this gorgeous fucking cock is how it can stretch you apart and rearrange your insides… Fuuuccckkk… I bet it’s making you bitches so wet just dreaming about it… My Azizam could easily knock all you little sluts up… But he won’t because he’s a good boy. He knows its sinful and that he only needs his Maman to take care of it! You sluts aren’t fit enough to handle all this sin, so don’t even try! Now, why don’t you get us a dressing room and find my precious boy some proper clothes, hm? Maybe if you’re good, I’ll get you sinful whores lick his balls while Samira and I dress him up ♥”

"Ay, Maman, no need to be so harsh. Servants must be treated kindly under the laws of Allah, no?" Daemon smiled, paying no mind to his sudden nakedness as the epic length of his uncut donkey-dick bobbing in the air (and STILL easily outdoing any of the wimpy husbands at a mostly soft 13 inch length, boyfriends or lovers every last bimbo-brained bitch in the store would immediately break up with in disgust at their shrivelling excuse of a "manhood"). His palms smushed against the mighty shelf of doughy brown asspadding flooding the tight pants that creaked near to bursting with the overflowing flesh of Amina's massive ass, gracing her with a sultry peck on the lips that she desperately hoped could turn into the raunchy makeout sessions she so desperately craved from her beloved Azizam.

"But I shouldn't be the only one being catered to, no? Khadam (servants)! Come, my mother and sister should be seen as extensions of myself in this establishment from hereon, understood? I want my girls dressed like the finest who-I mean, the finest wives of Persia, understood!" He called out, his hand roughly CLAPPING! into one of the massively meaty cheeks of Amina's luscious ass globes to call the attention of the women of the store, all of which fell over themselves to obey such a towering God-hunk of a man.

Samira couldn't help but swoon at the effortless assertiveness that radiated off of her impossibly manly not even close to little brother, feeling every bit like a prized princess being spoiled by her beloved, kingly husband as he dressed her up in only the finest of whorish night-garments...ones only fit for a man like HIM to witness her outrageously curvy fuckdoll body in. Bashir had never...COULD never give her even a shadow of the sensations she felt being led along by Daemon, especially not with how cheap he was (how unclassy for a man with that much money to squabble with his woman over the dinner bill like a child!) her fingers wrapped around the sturdy tree-trunks that were his arms while she nuzzled her wobbly breastflesh into his side like she never wanted to let him go.

A short whine of displeasure spilled out of her mouth as a bevy of busty blondes and bubble-butted brunettes surrounded her, pulling her away from her brother as they held up an assortment of clothes scandalous enough to make her blush at the thought of wearing them, but a deeper voice took over her modest side as whispers of just how pleased Daemon would be to see her PHAT, DOUGHY WOBBLE WAGON CLAD IN THE FINEST OF LACY GARMENTS AND SLUTTY STRIPPER CLOTHES and she simply couldn't deny herself.

While the Shabani girls were pulled off to be dressed up like prized concubines worthy to be blessed with Daemon's divine demon dick, the iron-hard bulk of his towering body was utterly consumed by the wobbling curves of every last beautiful bimbo thot bouncing around the store, ignoring the upset pleas of their boyfriends, who were powerless under the thick mist of the Daemon's mystical charms, which shrouded the store to keep any of the whimpering cuckboys inside from mustering the will to fight back against the women they loved being CRUSHED AND CONQUERED BY A GIANT, MOUTHWATERINGLY TASTY WHITE BULLCOCK AND CLAIMED BY THE SINFUL STUD WHO WIELDED THAT BATTERING RAM OF A DICK! Not that he would need such a charm, considering how small, pudgy, or otherwise twiggy-armed boys who couldn't possibly contend with his divine might, much less even hope to withstand an earnest punch from the embodiment of masculine strength and virility itself.

"Ladies, ladies...no need to crowd over me. If you're all good and orderly, I might even let some of you huff the sweat off these big fat nuts of mine while I wait to change into my new clothes. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Amina couldn’t stop smiling, her eyes lighting up, beaming with such immense pride and shameless worship of her gorgeously muscled, irresistibly handsome Alpha of a son! The entire store was under his spell in a matter of SECONDS, women of all ages, all blessed with such ridiculously ample, wobbly curves (though not NEARLY as overwhelmingly luscious and fat as the pair of obscenely thick, bosomy Persian fuck-dolls he called his mother and sister) gathered around him, grunting, drooling, mewling like sloppy whores in heat, all while their so-called “men” just cowered in fear; as if a deep, dark, oppressive force was holding them all back, whispering that if they dared to defy the musclebound DEVIL’S will, they would be facing unimaginable consequences…

Amina and Samira filled Daemon’s ears with the wild, rapturous applause of their ridiculously fat, jello-y ass-cheeks, clapping feverishly with each blistering “SMACK” those monstrous white hands unleashed on their heavy, marshmallowy mounds of Arabian fuck-fat.

While Samira was still fighting against the guilt and shame that lingered in the back of her mind, Amina, drunk off Daemon’s musk and addicted to being his filthy, cock-worshipping concubine, happily flashed that bitchy blonde manager a wide, toothy grin as she peeled off her clothes, throwing them in the mouthy little bitch’s face, while a gaggle of braindead white bitches gleefully escorted her over to the dressing rooms.

Meanwhile, Daemon was being bombarded by supple, squishy, wobbling white curves on all sides; whores climbing his rugged, chiseled frame like they were scaling a mountain, suffocating him with tantalizingly thick, milky-soft shelves of perky tit-meat and monstrously meaty ass, licking and kissing his perfectly sculpted quads and calves, gliding their tongues down his big, brawny back and solid, toned glutes, all while the mind-rotting stench of his drug-like Alpha musk seeped into every corner and crevice of the store! Half the whores in the store had stripped naked, rubbing their fat, gushy pussies, frigging their needy little cunts until they were shuddering and spasming oh-so-violently, all while they spat, slobbered, drooled, and licked that obscenely veiny, mind-bogglingly beefy slab of cunt-mashing Alpha cock throbbing, pulsing, and practically pissing pre-jizz all over the floor. Whores nuzzled into huge, hulking nut sack, drinking in deep, starving whiffs of that brain-breaking bull-stench, painting the veiny morsels of cum-churning flesh in various sloppy hues of pink and red; losing their minds while all their pathetic boyfriends and husbands just gawked and wept in silence. All that pain and anguish must’ve been so damned delicious for Daemon to devour…

Eventually, Amina stepped out, all dolled up in a ravishing red mesh one-piece, long slits revealing her fat, puffy brown nipples, while the crotchless panties showed off how steaming wet and incredibly swollen her deliciously meaty, MILF-y pussy was! The open back let all that mouthwateringly juicy Persian twerk-meat just hang out, wobbling and smacking seductively as she sauntered right back up to her Adonis son and straddled his long, thick, aching fuck-slab; grinding her puffy, squirting, sloppy pussy back and forth, twerking like a stripper and cumming like a whore.

Soon, Samira followed, wearing a matching (but slightly more modest) white one-piece, the frilly white bust pushing her colossal, golden-bronzed udders up even higher, making them seep and spill over the sides of the tiny mesh cups so obscenely, while the tight, ass-squeezing thong cupped her fat, juicy cunt, letting her shamefully thick, puffy pussy-lips hang out the sides and leaving all that slutty mesh and lace to get absolutely DRENCHED in lots and lots of slick, sloppy fem-cum.

She blushed deeply, rushing back over to Daemon, before she and Amina dropped to their knees, pushing back his meaty foreskin and lapping their pretty pink tongues across his giant, beefy cockhead; greedily shoveling fat, chunky globs of pre-seed down their starving little throats.

“A boy as gorgeous as you doesn’t even need clothes. It should be a SIN to hide a body as perfect as yours, Azizam ♥♥♥ I want everybody in this godforsaken town to marvel at your flawlessness, my precious son!” Amina snarled like an animal, tonguing at Daemon’s precum-spewing cock-slit, slutty little face getting hosed down in a thick, steamy sheen of protein-packed Alpha seed. She craned her neck back, grinning devilishly at the sight of that haughty bimbo manager fucking herself stupid, almost her whole fist buried deep inside her needlessly gushing cunt.

“Not so high-and-mighty now, are you?~ Stupid fucking whore… Go get my son some clothes that show off these huge, gorgeous muscles! Make sure it’s all tight too, I want every inch of him on display!”

Daemon was perched upon the bench of the biggest changing room in the males section of the store, legs spread wide and musclebound arms tossed up into the air while his hands tangled behind his head, baring every last inch of his immaculately cut musculature while he reclined in his seat like the divine conqueror king he was. The air conditioning unit had been all but fried by his temperature manipulating powers, leaving Samira and Amina thankful for the ventilation provided by their...atypical choice of clothing, though that was far outmatched by how completely astonished they were by the GLORIOUS SIGHT OF THE GOLDEN-HAIRED ADONIS' RIPPLING MUSCLES DRIPPING IN DEWY SWEAT THAT ONLY FURTHER ENHANCED THE PERFECTION OF HIS CHISELED ARYAN MIGHT GLEAMING IN THE LIGHTING OF THE DRESSING ROOM.

For a moment, the demon stud forgot his act as the innocent adopted child of the Shabani family, embracing his true nature as a primal force of devilish desire, wicked hedonism, and all the depraved inner workings of humanity that just felt too good for women like the whores before him to deny. He smiled at his mother's cruelty to the store manager, his violent nature already worming its way into her mind without him even trying, a display that he felt should be aptly rewarded with STUFFING THE VIOLENTLY SPEWING TIP OF HIS RAGING HARD DEMON-DICK DOWN HER SLOBBERY LITTLE MAW AND PETTING HER COCK-CRAZED HEAD AS SHE SMOOCHED HIS MASSIVE COCK-KNOB LIKE THE OBEDIENT JIZZ-DUMP SHE WAS!

"Well? You fucking heard her, didn't you!? Or did everything in your brain just go to those big fat whore tits and jiggly asscheeks of yours? GET ME SOME GODDAMN CLOTHES AND MAKE IT QUICK BEFORE I FORCE YOU TO WATCH THESE BITCHES GARGLE MY NUTS WHILE YOU EAT THEIR CUNTS AND NEVER GET A SINGLE TASTE TO YOURSELF, UNDERSTOOD? A SERVANT IS MEANT TO PLEASE THEIR MASTER, SO GET TO FUCKING WORK!" He growled out with a beastly grin, jolting the woman out of her hazy stupor of primordial lust as she desperately nodded and rushed to fulfill the command.

"Stupid little bitches. These white whores think they're hot shit just because they've got the tits and ass to make worthless little wimps chase after them. Not like you though, huh, Maman? No, I know your kind...you used to be the finest of concubines the world over, the kind that conquering emperors would line their harems with and spend every other day pumping full of their finest progeny. Just look at how naturally you're suckling on this dick with those plump lips of yours like you want to drain every last drop of jizz from my nuts. You two are BUILT to be toys for a real man's pleasure..." He asserted, his gravelly voice sending shivers through Amina as she weakly nodded along, too entranced by the musky scent of greasy alpha cock and juicy, churning breeder nuts to even understand what he was saying, only that it felt so deliciously GOOD to be praised by her beloved Azizam…

"Samira! Get over here, sister. And I mean RIGHT FUCKING NOW, Maman may be busying herself with my cock and balls, but that doesn't mean you just get to lay back and enjoy the show. I want to get a nice, long whiff of that smoky Persian scent right from the source, and it wouldn't hurt to see how well you can work those meaty fucking curves in that skimpy bikini too while you're at it..." He barked at his sister, dragging her up to her feet with a firm hand CLAPPING into the seemingly endless sea of pillowy desert bootyflesh, nuzzling his face into the side of her enormously round rump and peaking his tongue out to roll across the supple curve of her golden assglobes, his eyes gleaming with a ferocious hunger that made it feel like he was a beast stalking his prey and ready to hunt and devour like a primal alpha bull was only meant to in accordance with the laws of nature…

No longer did Amina Shabani yearn for the warm embrace of Jannah, long to be accepted into Paradise alongside her precious family, because Paradise was already here, in the form of her irresistibly gorgeous, god-like Adonis of a son. He was clearly sent to her, all by Allah’s merciful grace, to free her from the shackles of her agonizing guilt and sinful lust. She knew Allah was smiling down upon, wishing her well, as she mindlessly slurped on the frighteningly fat, mind-ruining white behemoth staring her right in the face. She practically unhinged her jaw, opening up that sloppy, steaming hot maw, and devoured Daemon’s giant, oozing cockhead whole; his musclebound hips surging forward, plunging inch after inch of gut-punching teenage fuck-meat further and further down that hellishly hot, drooling gullet, relishing in the addictive taste of his hot, studly sweat and bitter, salty seed while she gagged and choked like the obedient little cock-sleeve she had become.

This monstrous, mind-bending cock, that dwarfed the pathetically puny pin-prick tucked between her wretched husband’s legs, was the only thing her empty, lust-addled mind could focus on, how to serve it, how to worship it, how to have her squishy, slurping throat make even wetter, sluttier love to it! She squeezed her soft, slobbery hands tightly around her hunky Azizam’s glorious Aryan colonizer cock, pumping, twisting, jerking her greedy fists like she was worshipping a holy relic, all while her plump, juicy throat-cunt grew even wetter, sloppier, and steamier, melting into a true incestuous whore’s pussy the further Daemon’s twitching, barely-legal breeder mercilessly rearranged her vise-like windpipe. And when the stray, fleeting thought of how WRONG it was to have such a sinfully fat, devilishly thick pillar of AMERICAN INFIDEL COCK burying deeper and deeper down her needy, bulging throat-pussy, she just stared deep into Daemon’s mesmerizing blue eyes and felt her fat, sloppy whore cunt quiver and gush even harder. She arched her back, bouncing and clapping her colossal, creamy-soft ass-cheeks, as her plump, juicy cock-gobbling lips pushed closer and closer to the outrageously thick base of Daemon’s cunt-mashing rod; her dainty hands mindlessly massaging his heavy, rumbling nuts, coaxing even fatter globs of boiling hot pre-sludge from his gaping cock-slit, while whores watched her WORSHIP A REAL MAN WITH SUCH ENVY!

Even Samira couldn’t help but drool at the sight of her mother’s splitting wide open with Daemon’s rock-hard breeding beef, of course, she was quickly brought back down to reality by the deep snarl of Daemon’s sexy, pussy-soaking voice! She climbed up and buried her humongously fat, jello-y twerk-shelf in Daemon’s ruggedly handsome face; smothering him with all that deliciously doughy Persian assfat, wobbling those huge, round whore cheeks like the perfect Arabian concubine, as she felt his big, fat tongue slurping back and forth across her ungodly fat, perky globes of booty-flesh. She desperately ground her thick, meaty pussy back and forth across Daemon’s irresistible lips, tearing her mesh panties to the side and letting him drink in the unfiltered scent of her exotic, pomegranate-flavored nectar, while she sunk both of her hands around those monstrously meaty cheeks and squished them around Daemon’s head, burying him in nothing but the fattest, jiggliest, juiciest Persian ass-meat on all sides!

The whore manager eventually came rushing back in, fetching an assortment of clothes, all tight, muscle-hugging, and perfectly form-fitted to Daemon’s hulking frame. She, and a gaggle of slobbering white sluts, brought fine silk shirts, tight muscle-tees and tank-tops, skintight compression shorts, bulge-squeezing sweatpants and shorts, snug-fitting jeans, and anything else their little hands could carry with them, all ready to be purchased with Farzad’s credit card. Of course, the only thing his glistening mother and sister could focus on right now was satisfying their new gorgeous MAN OF THE HOUSE’s every single sinful command!

"SLLLLLRPPPPP~ SCHLLLLLLP~ SCHLOOOOORPPPP~" The wet, messy noises of Daemon's fat, spit-shined tongue nastily digging into the meaty folds of Samira's cunt and DEVOURING the taste of her overflowing cunt juices like a man stranded in the desert drinking from a spring oasis. Samira was awash with the clashing feelings of the unexpectedly pleasurable sensations of Daemon's greedy maw...she had never done anything of this sort with Bashir, after all, she was a good, chaste muslim girl who was adamant about preserving her virginity for her wedding day...but even still, she was confident, no, she was absolutely, 100% assured that Bashir COULD NEVER MAKE HER MIND BREAK WITH PLEASURE WITH HIS ENTIRE BODY THE WAY HER BROTHER DID WITH MERELY HIS TONGUE!

Even as she SMOTHERED EVERY INCH OF WOBBLY ARABIAN ASSPADDING OVER HIS SICKENINGLY GORGEOUS FACE, Daemon was sure to make it clear who was in charge here, his manly palms striking down on either one of the melon-sized ass-spheres of Samira's doughy rump and snarling into her pussy while the vibrations of his deep baritone voice strummed along her quivering cunt. The sensual thrill of the utter WRONGNESS of it all was only enhanced as he dragged his face against the perky caramel spheres of his sister's meaty mammoth ass, snaking his tongue against her pulsing pucker as though to mark EVERY LAST ONE OF HER UNCLAIMED HOLES AS HIS AND HIS ALONE!

Before she could worry about the virgin rosebud of her tight asshole being completely and utterly defiled by her studly brother's wombwrecking breeding pole, they were interrupted by the manager waltzing back into the dressing room on shaky legs, presenting the too-small combo of a pair of cargo shorts that would be utterly laughable clinging onto the obscene musculature of Daemon's musclebound legs, not to mention the stony pillar of his rock-hard alpha fuckrod, along with a short-sleeved, open-chested summer shirt that seemed tailor made to rip on the bulging peaks of his biceps and leave insecure beachgoers even more depressed at how hopelessly flabby they were compared to the ivory perfection of such a young, hung alpha prowling across the sand.

"Took you long enough, bitch." He growled out unceremoniously, prying his face away from the perfect moons of his sister's massively meaty monster ass and dragging his bloated bullcock, much to Amina's displeasure, out of her suckling maw, her eyes looking up with a pleasing desperation, nearly on the verge of tears as Daemon merely shushed her with a thick finger placed on her lips and his hypnotizing eyes gleaming into hers.

"Now then, aren't you gonna fucking dress me up!? I don't expect to move an inch from this goddamn seat, and I want to get a feel for how my new clothes fit me, so you better figure something out, or else I might just make it so your silly fucking bimbo brain can never cum again, even when you're stroking that cunt of yours thinking of me instead of your wimp bitch of a boyfriend."

A half-conscious Samira was drooling and grunting like a savage, uncivilized beast in heat, tongue spilling out of her sloppy, steaming hot maw, eyes bulging obscenely out of her pretty little head, all while she squirted her goddamn brains out like the needy, nasty, cock-addicted CONCUBINE she was born to be! Bashir… The image of his smug, smarmy smile made her quite literally shudder in disgust; the thought of him touching her, defiling her body with those weak, boney hands (NOWHERE NEAR AS HUGE, ROUGH, AND UNIMAGINABLY MANLY AS HER ALPHA ADONIS BROTHER’S GIANT WHITE FISTS) made her feel ill. He could never make her feel the way Daemon did, never make her shiver and squirt in absolute ecstasy the way he could, never have her twerking mindlessly on his face like a shameless little slut the way he did! Before his fat, starving tongue could plunder the tight, spasming depths of her puffy pink pucker, Samira felt Daemon’s gorgeous face finally tear away from all that plump, soaking pussy-meat he loved so damned much! She whimpered and whined, pouting her pretty, pillowy lips, begging for a rough, cunt-ruining FUCK without even uttering a word, before she felt Daemon’s enormous, calloused hand come CRASHING down on that heavy, golden shelf of wobbling assfat as hard as it could; leaving a big, mean, blistering red handprint seared right into her colossal, clapping Persian pound-flesh, just Daemon’s way of keeping the subservient little Arab cock-doll in line.

Amina nodded her head, gobbling up Daemon’s big beefy finger when he finally ripped his twitching, lipstick-smeared behemoth from her fat, glossy lips; licking, kissing, slobbering, slurping like mad, wanting to get every last taste of him inside of her! She wanted to worship him from head to toe, licking every rippling inch of completely clean! She wanted nothing more than to give him the sloppiest tongue-bath he’s ever had, just like any good mother should! Of course, those frigid, frosty blue eyes kept her feeling so docile, like she couldn’t even dream of disobeying one of Daemon’s direct orders. She was a perfect motherly whore after all. She just kept sucking on his fat fingers, even taking a hold of his big strong hand and shoving two more meaty digits deep inside her sweltering hot mouth; drool dripping down his knuckles, caking his entire fist, all while that stuck-up sow of a manager was busy dressing her studly Azizam up like a living, breathing Ken doll.

The bleach-blonde, MILFy bimbo bitch, buck-naked, squirting uncontrollably, slobbering like a brainless bitch, climbed on top of Daemon’s lap, taking one of his gargantuan-sized arms and squeezing it through the shirt; watching the fabric slowly split at the seams around the sheer bulk of his tremendously thick, beefy biceps, as she pulled the shirt over his shoulders, dragging her finely manicured hands up and down his mind-numbingly chiseled chest like she was worship an idol of a Greek god.

Then there were those impossibly small, tight cargo shorts! She crawled down and pushed one of Daemon’s mammoth-sized legs, as thick as massive, hulking tree trunks and as strong as if they were built from solid stone, though the pant-leg, before eventually managing to squeeze the other leg around his humongous, rippling quads. She climbed behind him, standing up on the bench, and pulled his shorts up around his flawless glutes, finally getting it fit perfectly around him, before she reached down and buttoned it up, somehow managing to get it fastened with Daemon’s beastly bitch-breaker still stiff and twitching like mad.

SHE DID IT! She looked up at Daemon with big, wide, puppy-dog eyes, desperate for his approval, while Amina and Samira climbed on top of his lap, worshipping his perfect lips, cheeks, jaw, and neck with hungry, drooling, greedy kisses. “Azizam, it’s almost prayer time, and I’m sure the women at the masjid would just love to finally meet you ♥ Mmmmm… Aren’t you looking forward to your very first Wudu as a member of our family, my precious boy? Maman will scrub these big, gorgeous muscles down, and make you so clean for when you receive Allah’s blessing and forgiveness! Isn’t that right, Samira? Don’t you want to help your Maman get all this filthy, foul sin off your brother?” Amina’s wicked smile grew even wider, as she watched her empty-headed daughter nod so excitedly.

“You’re not expecting my Azizam to actually fuck a whore like you, right? You stupid American sluts really are so foolish, it almost makes me laugh…~ He would never debase himself by laying with such a nasty, sinful white devil like you, godless harlot. Hehe… Now, we’ll be leaving, but not before you nasty little heathens empty out your purses and pay out some tithes for my son and our masjid. In fact, empty everything in that register too. All of it is going to help pay for the mosque you racist fucking whores hate so much, hehe… Oh! And of course, go straight into my Azizam’s new bank account too!”