Daughter's Slut - S01 E16

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E16

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

My daughter fell to her knees before me. The shower hissed behind, steam billowing out and around us. It caressed my naked skin as she grasped my thighs. Her glistening, plump lips moved between my legs, her breath washing across my sloppy cunt.

Then she licked through my folds, gathering her brothers' mixed jizz on her tongue. I shuddered, my asshole clenching, forcing out more spunk from that hole. It dribbled down my taint to my pussy, lapped up by Leyla's fluttering tongue.

The slut stared up at my big tits with such desire as she hungrily devoured the jizz out of me. She ate the incestuous creampie (a term I learned from watching Clint fuck his women) with such delight. She moaned and groaned, savoring her brothers' jizz mixed with my tangy cream.

“That's it, you little whore,” I moaned, grinding my hot flesh on her mouth. “Lick your mother clean. You're my little slut, aren't you?”

“Yes, Mother,” she purred between licks, her hands sliding around my hips, grasping my ass. She squeezed my rump, pulling my pussy tight against her hungry mouth.

I shuddered as her tongue fluttered through my folds. She caressed through my labia, gathering every drop of cum and pussy juices she could. The little whore hungered for her mother's snatch. I whimpered, my big tits jiggling as I swayed.

Her tongue sent such wonderful delight through me. I savored it. Her fluttering tongue, her soft lips, her fingers clenching my rump, her moans buzzing through my cunt. Her tongue brushed my clit, sending sparks shooting through me. Then she jammed it deep into my hole, swirling, searching, looking for every drop of her brothers' spunk she could.

“That's it, you little slut,” I whimpered. “Lick it all up. Make your mother clean.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted between hungry licks, her eyes completely glazed with incestuous desire.

She jammed her tongue so deep into my cunt. She swirled it around. My back arched. My toes curled against the cool tiles. I whimpered, my breasts heaving. The steam caressed my body as my daughter made love to my hot pussy.

My asshole leaked out more cum. I licked my lips, knowing she needed to clean that hole, too. Just thinking about her mouth rimming my asshole sent shivers through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I turned around, pressing my ass into her face.

“Clean your mother's butthole, too, slut!” I hissed.

“Yes, Mother!” she moaned, so submissive, so eager to love me.

Her fingers pulled apart my butt-cheeks. Her face pressed into my crack. And then her tongue lapped up the jizz leaking out of my asshole, seasoned by my sour musk. She was such a naughty slut, so willing to do something so filthy.

Her tongue reached my asshole, swirling around it, soothing the lingering soreness from my sons' pounding cocks. Then her tongue pressed on my sphincter. I whimpered, my big tits jiggling before me, my pussy dripping juices down my thighs.

Her tongue wiggled into my asshole.

“You nasty slut!” I snarled. “Oh, yes, you fucking whore, lick your mother's asshole. Make her all nice and clean.”

She moaned, “Uh-huh,” as she probed my asshole, sending such velvety delight rippling through my body.

Her hands swept around my thighs, sliding up them. I trembled, my butthole clenching on her probing tongue. And then her fingers found my dripping snatch. I groaned as her fingers stroked through my hot pussy, caressing my labia and clit, sending pleasure to mix with the delight burning in my asshole.

She swirled her tongue through my bowels, reaching as deep as she could searching for more incestuous cum. She drew out her brothers' spunk, moaning her delight. I seized the shower door, bracing myself on it as she sent rapture trembling through me.

Two of her fingers penetrated my cunt.

“Oh, yes, you little whore!” I snarled. “That's it. Just probe that tongue into my asshole and finger my cunt. You are such a slut. So willing to lick your mother. To please her. Just a lesbian whore! You are such a shameful daughter!”

She moaned, licking harder, plunging her fingers faster. She was so excited. I could feel it. She wanted to cum, the naughty slut. I humped back into her tongue, using her. The pleasure swelled and swelled in the depths of my cunt.

My pussy clenched on her fingers.

My asshole drank in her sweeping tongue.

Her thumb brushed my clit, massaged my bud.

My tits heaved as I shuddered.

“You fucking slut!” I snarled, voice so throaty, rising over the sound of the shower. “Yes, yes, yes!”

My orgasm burst through me. My pussy convulsed on her probing fingers. Silky flesh massaged her digits while waves of rapture washed out of me. My asshole clenched on her tongue. Velvety ecstasy swept out of my bowels, joining the rush of euphoria from my cunt.

It all reached my mind.

My head tossed back and forth, my black hair sweeping about my shoulders. My moans sang out through the bathroom. The shower door rattled as my body quivered. Stars danced before my eyes as the pleasure bathed my mind.

“Such a shameful daughter!” I moaned. “So eager to eat ass and pussy! To suck her father's dick. To fuck her brothers' cocks! You're just a whore!”

“I am, Mother!” Leyla moaned, plunging her fingers through my cumming pussy, keeping my pleasure rippling through me. “Your slut, Mother! Yours!”

I shuddered at those words, my pleasure peaking through me. Oh, she would make me so much money.

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Leyla Umayyah

It felt so strange to walk through my college without my hijab on. I felt everyone staring at my immodest hair. I drank it in, my pussy growing so hot beneath my long skirt. I wore no panties or bra, my juices trickling down my thighs, my nipples rubbing into my blouse. They poked against it, showing everyone how much of a whore I was.

“Well, dang, Leyla,” Kendra Cooke, one of my friends, said when she spotted me. The Black girl rushed over, her exposed hair short and fuzzy, in a little mini-afro that made her look so cute. Her belly shirt clung to her round breasts.

Suddenly, I wanted to touch those chocolate mounds. I was such a slut.

“Did you forget your headscarf?” she asked, falling in beside me. “Your mom will freak when we have math.”

“It's fine,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I just...everyone should know.”

“Know what?” she asked.

“That I'm a slut,” I said, my pussy clenching so hard, my body so hot. “Mother helped me understand it.”

“You're a slut?” Kimmy Meyers asked, falling in beside me. Her blonde hair fell about her slender face. She was a petite girl, so skinny. As she spoke, braces flashed on her teeth. “What are you talking about, Leyla?”

“I'm just a whore,” I said. “I'm not a good, Muslim girl like I thought. I've had sex.”

“With whom?” Kimmy asked, her eyes so wide, her cheeks blushing dark. She was as close as an American girl could come to being modest, her clothes as conservative as mine. But she left her hair exposed.

“What has Kimmy blushing?” my third close friend, Izzy, asked. The redhead pressed up on Kendra's other side, her plump lips pursed in question. Those were such kissable lips.

Flashes of having a lesbian orgy with my friends popped into my mind.

“Who took your cherry?” Kendra asked. “Was it Adam?”

I shook my head. Should I tell them just how much of a slut I was? They had all heard the rumors about Clint. I'd seen the speculation in Kendra and Izzy's eyes whenever that came up. Were they thinking about their fathers? Did Kimmy ever wonder about her brother Carter?

He was cute.

Or did they wish they were one of Clint's whores?

“Was it Clint?” Kimmy asked, her voice squeaking. “Did you...?”

“I heard if it's not his cousin or sister,” Izzy said, voice low, “you got to be Asian to attract his attention.”

“The Middle East is part of Asia,” Izzy said defensively.

“But it's not slanted eyes and yellow-olive skin from Japan or Korea. He's got that yellow fever.”

“It wasn't Clint.” I took a deep breath. They would figure it out eventually. “It was Jalal.”

“Your brother?” gasped Kimmy, her cheeks going utterly red.

I nodded my head.

“You are a slut,” Kendra said, a smile playing on her lips. “What was it like?”

I opened my mouth to say it when my older brother Faizel appeared. “I need you, Leyla,” he said, seizing my arm and pulling me away from my friends. “Right now.”

“Oh, okay, brother,” I said, shivering. Faizel was like father, but younger. My pussy clenched. I hadn't been with him yet. It was too busy this morning getting ready for school to let him have a chance. But there was a few minutes before our first class. “Bye.”

“You're not,” Izzy gasped as Faizel led me away.

I just grinned at her. “I'm a slut.”

My three friends stared at me in astonishment as Faizel pulled me to a supply closet and yanked me inside, not caring who saw us. I shuddered. I would have a reputation like Clint's cousin Lee. Guys would know about me.

My pussy burned, molten juices flooding out of my cunt.

“Damn, sister,” Faizel groaned, pressing me against a shelf face first, his hands squeezing my ass through my skirt. “Do you know how many times I rubbed one out thinking of your hot body?”

“No,” I gasped. I thought only Jalal was jerking off to me. I felt so...sexy. So hot. I inspired such lust in all the men in my family. “I'm so sorry. You should fuck me right away. You should know what I feel like first hand. I'm sorry Mom had to take my place in your bed last night.”

“Oh, I'm not. Our mother's a hot slut like you.”

“She's not a slut!” I gasped as my big brother hiked up my skirt.

“Right,” he snorted, his hands touching my naked ass. He slid lower, brushing my freshly shaved pussy. I groaned as he ran his fingers across my smooth vulva. “Damn, you are soaked. That eager to be fucked by your big brother?”

“I am!” I groaned. “People saw us come in here, too. They'll know.”

“Maybe I'll get Clint's reputation,” he grinned. “Then the girls will really want to bang me.”

His zipper rasped. Clothing rustled. And then his cock smacked my ass. I shuddered, loving the feel of his hot shaft. He spanked my rump again and again, the lewd sound echoing through the supply closet. I whimpered, my nipples throbbing against my blouse, fresh juices tickling my thighs as they leaked out of my whorish flesh.