Daughter's Slut - S01 E19

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E19

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 19

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Leyla Umayyah

I shuddered as I kept rubbing my foot into President Carver's crotch, feeling his dick in there. The dick I'd fuck for money. He fumbled to pull out his wallet from his back pocket, almost dropping it. He opened the leather wallet, pulling out twenty dollar bills.

He handed five to my mother.

“Enjoy,” she purred. I didn't know if she spoke to me or the president. Maybe both.

“We will,” I purred, lowering my foot. I rose, my breasts jiggling before the president. He swallowed, staring at my tits. “It's okay to touch them. You paid for me.”

“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned, seizing my breasts in his rough hands. He squeezed hard, massaging my nubile tits.

I shuddered, loving how he manhandled my breasts. Pleasure surged through me, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I unfastened my skirt, letting it fall in a puddle of dark fabric about my feet. I stood naked before him, my hands caressing him through his shirt, sliding up his torso to his shoulders.

He stared down at my shaved pussy, my tight slit gleaming with my excitement. He groaned again, seeing how wet I was for him, knowing that I was a true slut. I shivered, his hands squeezing my breasts so hard.

“Now let's get you naked,” I moaned, grabbing his blazer, pulling at it.

He had to let go of my tits to slip off his jacket. It fell to the floor while my hands went to his tie. I loosened it, the fabric rasping as it slid around his neck. I giggled draping it around my neck, the loose tails falling between my tits, the blue looking so nice against my dusky breasts.

Mother fondled her breasts as she watched, perched on a student's desk. Her dark eyes smoldered as she watched me unbutton the president's shirt. I shuddered, her gaze making me feel even more wanton and whorish as I serviced my first customer.

As I pulled off his shirt, mother slid a hand up her skirt, exposing her dusky legs. She whimpered, rubbing at her hot flesh through her panties, her naughty parts still kept hidden by the folds of her dress. But I knew she touched herself because I was such a whore I inspired lust even in a good, Muslim woman like my mother.

Faizel had to be wrong about her. Mom wasn't a slut like me.

“Oh, President Carver,” I groaned, running my hands down his pale chest. “What a hunk you are.” He wasn't my father or older brother, but he wasn't too pasty. “You make me so wet.” that part was true. I just wanted to fuck him. He paid for me.

Dizzy euphoria swept through me.

He seized my tits again, squeezing them and groaning his excitement. He shivered as my hands went lower and lower. As he pinched and played with my nipples, I unfastened his slacks. The zipper rasped, then they fell off his hips and down his hairy legs. His cock tented his plaid boxers.

“Ooh, someone just wants to come out and meet me,” I purred, stroking his shaft through his underwear.

“Yes,” he groaned, tugging on my nipples. “Goddamn, you are so sexy, Leyla.”

“Do you really think so?” I asked, my hand sliding into his boxers, grasping his dick. “Is that why you paid so much money to have sex with me?”

“Christ, yes,” he groaned, my hand stroking his hard dick. I pumped up and down it as I pulled him out. He was fat but not as long as my father or brothers. “You are just perfect. A little slut. I'm going to fuck you so hard, Leyla!”

“Yes,” whimpered Mom. She shook on the desk, her breasts jiggling beneath her blouse, her face twisting with pleasure, framed by her silk-gray hijab.

I bet she had her fingers in her hot pussy, plundering in and out of her juicy flesh, satiating the itch my whorish body inspired in her. I trembled, my cunt clenching in wicked delight. My nipples throbbed between the president's rough fingers. I groaned, stroking him faster, my thumb rubbing across the tip of his cock.

He groaned, staring down at me with such lust. Then he pushed me down onto my mother's desk. She didn't have much on it, cleared it so she would be ready to whore out my body. I shuddered, my pussy clenching so hard as the president leaned down.

And sucked on my nipple.

“President Carver!” I whimpered. “Ooh, that's so nice. Ooh, yes, love my nipple. You're such a naughty man. I'm a student, and you're enjoying my titties.”

“Uh-huh,” he groaned, his dick throbbing in my hand. I had my arm stretched out to grasp it as he squeezed both my breasts. “Such perfect tits. So firm.”

I shuddered, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he sucked and nibbled. He went back and forth between my nipples, loving them both, making me squirm on the desk. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as he played with them, taking time to love them.

So good.

I caught Mom's eyes. They were dark and glossy. Her hand moved fast beneath her skirt. She groaned, licking her lips, pleasuring her horny cunt. I shuddered, so glad I could inspire such desire in her. It made me so wet knowing she watched her whore-daughter servicing her John.

“Oh, yes, President Carver,” I groaned. “You're making my pussy so wet for this big, thick cock of yours. You're going to stretch my cunny out. I hope you fit.”

“You'll stretch, slut,” he growled, his dick throbbing in my hands. His hazel eyes smoldered as he lowered his face between my breasts.

I groaned as he pressed my flesh against his cheeks. I felt his whiskers, rough and itching. I whimpered, my body drinking in the sensations. I squirmed beneath him, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. Juices ran out of my cunt, puddling beneath my ass. My tangy musk filled my nose.

He licked and sucked on the inner slopes of my breasts, his face turning back and forth. Then he kissed lower, smooching around my breast. He licked at my underboob, moaning out like a horny hog just eager to feast on me.

“Oh, President Carver, yes!” I whimpered.

“Use the little slut's body,” my mother groaned. “Just enjoy her! She needs it.”

“So badly!” I gasped, his cock slipping out of my grip as he moved lower and lower. “I'm so wet for your big dick!”

“I just want to eat that cunt,” he groaned, moving lower. “I bet you taste so good.”

“Just delicious,” Mom moaned, her body trembling. “Eat my whore-daughter's snatch.”

President Carver kissed lower and lower. He reached my dusky belly, smooching across my sensitive flesh. I squirmed, giggling as his lips tickled me, his fingers stroking my side. And then he reached my pubic mound, descending to my hot pussy.

And reached my shaved flesh.

“Yes!” I gasped as he ran his tongue through my barely legal snatch. “Eat my pussy! Taste how wet I am! I want your cock in me.”

“Uh-huh,” he groaned, his tongue lapping through my hot folds.

I whimpered and squirmed, staring from him to my mother, both their eyes burning with lust as they stared at me. His tongue feasted through my snatch. He licked and nuzzled. He stirred my pussy to a hot froth. My eyes rolled back into my head. My thighs tightened on his head. I ground my cunt against his stubbly lips.

Pleasure surged through me. So wonderful. So amazing. His nose nuzzled my clit. His tongue licked through my hot snatch. He shoved his hands beneath my ass, gripping my rump as he feasted on me. His tongue swirled and lapped through my hot folds.

And drove me wild.

“Yes, yes, yes, eat my whore-cunt!” I howled, my breasts jiggling as I trembled on the table. “I'm going to cum so hard, President Carver. You are such a stud! Oh, yes you are! Just the biggest stud in the world.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned my mother. “Make my daughter cum, sir. Just make her explode. Then fuck her! She needs your cock in her cunt!”

“So badly!” I gasped, so glad my mother understood me. “Fuck me in front of my mother, President Carver!”

“After you've cum, slut!” he growled and dove his tongue deep into my cunt.

My eyes widened as the pleasure rippled through me. Such joy surged through me. His cock had me trembling, gasping, groaning in utter delight. My body thrashed on the table. His tongue swirled around my clit, sucking, nibbling, making me feel amazing.

My body thrashed on the table. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered, whimpering, humping against him. It was so good. It was so good. I savored every moment of grinding my pussy against his hungry mouth.

“Oh, yes, you're eating my pussy so well,” I gasped. “Oh, you're amazing, President Carver. Just the best. I'm going to cum so hard on your mouth.”

“Do it,” snarled my mother, her body shuddering. “Oh, yes, cum on him, slut!”

Her body convulsed. She came on her fingers watching me. I shivered. My pussy clenched on the president's probing tongue. My eyes rolled back into my head. My thighs squeezed so tight on his head as my orgasm surged through me.

Inspiring my mother to orgasm set me off.

I bucked on the desk. My tits heaved. My pussy convulsed and juices squirted from my cunt. Rapture washed through my body. Every spasm of my cunt sent a wave of euphoria frothing through my body straight to my mind.

“Yes, yes, yes, you are such a stud, President Carver!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “You made me cum! Now you can fuck me! You can ram that fat dick into my pussy.”

I thrashed on the desk as he licked up my juices flooding out of my snatch. Dizzy pleasure surged through me. Darkness danced across my vision, stars bursting to life. My sweaty back stuck to the desk as I squirmed.

Mom thrashed with me. She kept fingering her cunt as she came, watching me orgasm like a whore. I whimpered, loving every moment of it. My pussy convulsed, wishing something big and thick filled it.

“Fuck me!” I howled over and over. I wanted him in me so badly. “You paid for my cunt, now enjoy it with that big cock!”

“Christ, yes!” he groaned, rising, grasping his fat dick in his hand.

“Fuck my little slut!” whimpered mother, some of her black hair spilling out of her hijab as she quivered.

President Carver brought that fat dick to my pussy. He rubbed it up and down my slit. Then he jammed it into my depths. I gasped, my body quivering. His girth spread my snatch open even wider. For a moment, it felt like when Jalal took my virginity, breaking in my cunt for the first time.

I whimpered as my pussy expanded around his dick. And then only rapture surged through me.

I bucked and groaned, another orgasm bursting through me. My thighs locked about my customer's waist, my tits heaving as the pleasure surged through me. My pussy massaged his dick as he drew back and thrust in again.

“What a tight, hot pussy,” he groaned. “Jesus, I've wanted to fuck one of you sluts for so long.”

He pumped away hard, ramming his cock so deep into my cunt. I whimpered, my pussy massaging his dick, convulsing around it. The president of my college plowed my twat so hard, savoring my flesh writhing about it.

Pleasure twisted his face. His balls thwacked into my ass as he pumped over and over into me. He grunted, his hands squeezing my tits hard. I gasped, scratching at his chest as such pleasure surged through me.

I came again.

“Yes, yes, yes, I can't stop cumming on your cock, President Carver!” I howled. “It's just that good.”

“And she's just that slutty,” groaned mother, still frigging her own pussy, her face so flushed, big tits heaving in her blouse. “Plow her cunt. Cum in her! You paid for her.”

“Yes, yes, yes get your money's worth in me!” I whimpered, the shame burning so hot through me, swirling around the euphoria surging out of my cunt.

I was such a whore. I couldn't wait to fuck more and more guys for money.

The president grunted and groaned, his face growing ruddier and ruddier. Even his bald spot shone crimson. He fucked me so hard, jackhammering my cunt with that fat dick of his. I loved it. I gasped and moaned, squirming on the desk as the pleasure rippled through me, my pussy convulsing over and over.

He squeezed my tits, twisting them. I whimpered in delight, bucking on the desk. It creaked, groaning from the force of his thrusts, sliding back an inch. His back arched. His face twisted with rapture.

“Cum in me!” I howled.

“Yes, yes, cum in my little slut!” whimpered Mom, her voice throaty, on the verge of another orgasm.

“Christ, yes!” howled President Carver.

He rammed his dick into my convulsing pussy.

His hot cum flooded me.

I gasped, bucking as my cunt milked his erupting cock. My customer's jizz filled my naughty, nineteen-year-old pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head as I thrashed on the desk. My fingernails clawed at his chest as he pumped me full of his spunk.

“He's cumming in me, Mother!”

“Wonderful,” Mom moaned, her face twisting with ecstasy. Her body convulsed, cumming again on her fingers. “Fill her to the brim!”

“Yes!” he grunted, his dick spurting the final time into me.

“Oh, President Carver, thank you,” I whimpered. “Such an amazing fuck. You're the best!”

He grinned down at me, breathing in deeply as my pussy milked his softening dick. My orgasm died inside of me, leaving only buzzing bliss behind. I beamed up at him, my breasts rising and falling as I sucked in deep breaths.

“You were such a good fuck,” I purred. “Thank you for paying for me. I came so much.”

He glanced at my mom, studying her as she pulled her fingers out from beneath her skirt, dripping with her juices. “Mrs. Umayyah, I'll pay you $50 to lick your daughter's cunt clean of my cum.”

I gasped in shock that he would ask that of my mother. She wasn't a slut like me.

And then Mom shocked me by saying, “For a $100 I will lick every drop of your cum out of my little slut's cunt.”


To be continued...