Daughter's Slut - S01 E18

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

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Mrs. Umayyah

“Why does your mother want you to stay?” I heard Kendra whisper to my daughter as my other students filed out. I had my daughter in my math class with her three friends before the lunch period.

“Because she needs me to be a whore,” my daughter said.

I blinked at that, shocked Leyla had told her friends.

Kimmy blushed, her body shuddering while Izzy gave a wicked laugh, her red hair sweeping about her round face. Kendra gave my daughter a speculative look. Then the Black girl glanced at me, her eyes dancing.

“Well, girl, you have fun,” Kendra said, grabbing Izzy and pulling the chortling girl away. Kimmy followed in their wake, scurrying away, her body so cute and yet so whorish, her nipples hard against her blouse.

All the American girls were such sluts. But none of them had mothers to mold them properly like I did with my Leyla.

“Go sit on my desk,” I told my daughter. “And look like a slut. Be sexy. He'll be here soon.”

My daughter nodded her head, her eyes glossy with desire, nipples poking at her blouse with whorish lust. My own nipples were hard, my pussy itching to see my daughter fuck another man. To take money in exchange for selling her cunt.

I couldn't wait.

Luckily, President Carver didn't keep me waiting long. He entered my classroom a few minutes later dressed in a cheap suit, his brown hair balding, glasses perched on his serious face. He frowned, spotting my daughter perched on my desk like an sexy siren.

“Mrs. Umayyah,” he said, shifting. “What did you need to see me about?”

I took his hand and led him before my daughter. She had such a winsome smile on her lips, her dark eyes smoldering. She oozed sexuality. The perfect, naughty coquettishness that would make any guy hard.

President Carver shifted, trying to casually adjust himself.

“I know you've been looking at the girls,” I told him as he stared at my daughter. “Lusting for them.”

“What?” he spluttered. “Of course not. I would never do that! I'm a married man and...”

His words trailed off as my daughter, following her whorish instincts, unbuttoned her blouse. Her youthful titties spilled out, so ripe and round, her dark nipples hard. She squeezed her boobs, her smile now naughty and wicked, her eyes flashing.

“Really?” I asked, moving away from him and behind my desk. I pulled my daughter's blouse off her shoulders and down her arms as she preened for the president, her first John. “You've never stared at those firm, youthful titties wishing you could just squeeze them.”

My pussy itched, juices flooding my panties. I reached around my daughter, squeezing those firm, pliant breasts. Sweat broke out on the president's forehead. His face flushed as he stared at me fondling my daughter's tits.

“You lust for these breasts,” I groaned, my daughter shuddering. “You want to fuck the students. Don't deny it. I understand. They're so wanton, maturing into their gorgeous bodies. Budding and ripening, begging to be plucked.”

“Ooh, yes, pluck me,” groaned Leyla. Her leg extended. The little minx had slipped off her shoe and rubbed her sock-clad foot into his crotch, pressing on his bulging hardon.

“What are you doing?” the president asked, voice so strangled.

“Feeling your dick,” purred Leyla. “You're so hard. Does staring at my tits make you that hard, President Carver?”

“I think it does,” I purred, kissing my daughter's shoulder. I squeezed those tits hard, sinking my fingers into her pliant flesh. “He wants his hands on these tits. He wants to suck your nipples. To fuck your tight, barely legal cunt.”

“Fuck,” the president groaned, licking his licks. “Mrs. Umayyah, this is...”

“Wrong?” I asked him. “Why? Because you're married? Because she's a student? Because she's my daughter? She's a slut. It doesn't matter with her. She has a whore-pussy that needs to be fucked. And for a price, you can enjoy her.”

“Yes, yes,” moaned Leyla, rubbing her foot harder into his crotch. “My pussy is for sale. And it'll make your dick feel so good, President Carver. I've been practicing. Mother's helped to train me.”

The president let out a lust-filled groan, his eyes staring at her crotch. I shivered, my cunt begging to be touched, to be fucked. I wanted to frig myself right now. I couldn't wait to watch him take my daughter hard.

From behind me, through the wall separating my classroom with Vicky Samuels, I heard a soft moan. I knew Clint and his harem were having their fun while I had mine. I didn't have to watch them through my peephole any longer.

Not when I could watch my daughter whore herself out right before my eyes.

“Just a hundred dollars, and you can slide your dick into my daughter's young cunt,” I purred. “You can finally fuck one of those hot students you've been lusting for. Your wife will never know. It'll be our secret.”

“Yes, yes, I won't tell anyone, President Carver. I just want to fuck you so badly. Please, pay my mother so I can feel your dick in me.”

“Yes!” he groaned.

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