Daughter's Slut - S01 E21

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

And then she moaned out in pure rapture.

Tangy cream flooded out of her pussy. It poured into mine. I drank my daughter's pussy cream. The president groaned, moving behind me, his cock fully hard again. I ignored him, focusing on my daughter's snatch. On her delicious juices. And on the cum washing out of the depths of her twat. I gathered it on my tongue, loved it.

Then froze as she screamed, “Mother!”

The president hiked up my skirt. A wanton shudder rushed through me as he flipped it over my ass, his hands squeezing my rump through my panties. His finger dragged down my rear to the gusset of my underwear, pushing the crotch into my pussy lips, feeling how wet I was.

“What are you doing?” I groaned, lifting my face from my daughter's pussy. “I'm married. My pussy is off limits to you.”

“Is it?” he asked, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down, exposing my cunt to the air. I quivered then groaned, his cock sliding through my bush to rub on my pussy lips directly. “Or is your pussy for sell like your daughter's cunt?”

The tip of his dick nudged at my pussy. Only my husband should touch me there. I was a good woman. Not a whorish slut. But President Carver's dick felt sooooo good. My pussy was on fire. And his cock was so thick. What would it feel like in me?

My hands squeezed my daughter's thighs as she thrashed in orgasmic bliss.

“How much for your cunt, Mrs. Umayyah?” the president asked.

“I'm not...for sale!” I panted. Then, with the greatest effort of will, I stood up and yanked down my skirt. I spun around, facing him, my breasts heaving in my blouse. My pussy burning, itching, demanding to be pleasured. “If you need to get off again, fuck my daughter. You paid for her holes!”

A look burned in President Carver's eyes, lust. He stared at me as a woman he wanted to feast on, a slut he wanted to devour. To use. A tremble ran through my body. I stepped back, my hands clenched so tight. A force pulled at me, like gravity, drawing me towards his cock.

“I did pay for her holes,” he said and flicked his eyes to my daughter. “This time.”

I shuddered, taking a deep breath. He may think he could buy me, but I wasn't a slut. I wasn't. I backed up to one of my student's desks, perching on it, my panties still bunched around my thighs. My hand traveled up beneath my skirt.

Found my pussy.

I groaned as he seized my daughter and flipped her onto her belly. I rubbed my hot flesh, giving my cunt the satisfaction it craved. I thrust four fingers into my greedy hole. Pleasure shivered through me as my daughter grunted out in pleasure.

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Leyla Umayyah

Confusion wreathed me as I came down from my orgasmic high. My mother did something slutty for money. She licked my pussy clean of my client's cum. Just like I did for her this morning, cleaning my brothers' spunk out of her when she was forced to satiate the desires I caused in them.

I couldn't believe it.

I was so dazed by it, I wasn't paying attention until President Carver seized my hips and flipped me onto my belly on my mother's desk. I gasped, my tits pressing into the cool surface, my nipples throbbing. My feet found the floor. I was bent over the desk now, my rump quivering. His hands seized my butt-cheeks.

And rammed his dick into my bowels.

My pussy juices staining his dick gave him some lube, but it still sent a burning shock through me. I gasped in a mix of pain and rapture. His dick seared into my velvety asshole, And that felt exciting. It felt so naughty.

Only a slut would enjoy this.

So I did.

“Yes, President Carver, fuck my daughter's slutty asshole,” Mother moaned, fingering her pussy again, her lips smeared with my cunt juices and some of my client's spunk. It made her look so slutty.

Faizel claimed our mother was a slut. But...she couldn't be. She was so...proper. But...she licked my pussy for money and...

“Yes!” I groaned, the pleasure swelling in my asshole as President Carver fucked me without mercy. He hammered his cock into my rectum. He sodomized me with a hungry passion. “Fuck my ass! Satiate your cock in my bowels! Oh, President Carver, yes! Work that cock in and out of me! I love it!”

“Such a slut you raised, Mrs. Umayyah!” he grunted. “Such a little whore.”

“Uh-huh,” Mom cooed. “She is. Enjoy that sweet asshole. It's practically cherry. Only her father's enjoyed it.”

President Carver grunted. He hammered my asshole hard, plowing his dick into my bowels. I savored it. He buggered me with such passion. His balls smacked over and over into my taint. I kept whimpered, cooing as the pleasure surged through me. So hot. So rough. So primal and naughty. My pussy dripped juices, the heat swelling in my depths, turning my cunt into molten lava.

I bucked my hips up, my rump smacking into his crotch. I savored the sound, flesh meeting flesh. The sounds of fucking. Of being a whore. My bowels clenched on his dick, massaging him, pleasing him.

“Please, please, dump your cum in my asshole, President Carver!” I gasped. “Just erupt in me.”

“I will, you little tramp. Goddamn, this sweet ass!” He planted his hands on either side of my body, hammering my asshole so hard. He pressed my body into the desk, my clit rubbing on the sharp edge. “I'm going to fill your ass with my cum.”

“Good!” I groaned. “Yes, yes, do it! I need it.”

“My little slut!” gasped Mom, her tits heaving beneath her dress, her <em>hijab</em> slipping on her face, letting some of her black hair peek out.

I ground my clit against the desk edge as my asshole drank in the rough friction of President Carver's hard thrusts. He reamed my asshole. He sodomized me with every ounce of passion he possessed. I loved it. His strokes pumped his thick cock in and out of me, giving me such pleasure.

My next orgasm swelled in me. Another wonderful explosion of rapture. I grunted and moaned, hips wiggling, stirring his dick through my bowels. I couldn't wait for the explosion. For the euphoria to shower through me.

I clenched my bowels on his dick.

His cock hammered so deep into me.

I whimpered.

I groaned.

I came.

My pussy convulsed. Juices squirted out of my snatch, flooding down my thighs. My bowels writhed about his dick, caressing that amazing shaft. My back arched, pressing my tits harder into the desk's smooth surface. It creaked beneath me. My nipples drank in the sensation.

“President Carver!” I whimpered in euphoria.

“Such a slut!” he growled, thrusting so hard. “Cumming from being ass-fucked. What a whore!”

“An utter slut!” gasped Mom, her body heaving, her climax surging through her. “Cum in her asshole!”

He rammed his dick into me. Erupted.

I savored the liquid heat of his cum pumping into my bowels' depths. I loved it. My asshole milked his cock. I groaned, whimpered, waves of rapture shooting through me. Euphoria left me dizzy. I stared down at the floor, my black hair swaying about my face. He grunted with every blast. He bathed my asshole with his spunk.

I reveled in the naughty feeling.

“What an utter whore,” he panted, pulling back his cock. He plopped out of my sphincter. His cum trickled out of my well-fucked asshole.

I just panted, trembling, dazed by my pleasure. Behind me. President Carver dressed. He left by the time I recovered enough to stand. More cum leaked out of me. Mom handed a pair of panties she produced from her purse. I guess she was ready to contain messes. I pulled them on, letting the cotton absorbed the jizz leaking out of me. Then I fetched my conservative blouse and skirt, drawing them on, too.

“Here is your share,” Mom said, pulling out $40 from her pocket, handing me the two bills.

“Mine?” I blinked in shock.

“Whores get their cuts,” she said. Then she cupped my flushed face and kissed me on the brow. “Enjoy the rest of your lunch break. After classes, I'm planning another lesson with you. Both your brothers will help.”

“Yes, Mom,” I said.

“And don't give away your pussy to any guys but your father or brothers,” she added. “I'll find the men to fill that hot cunt of yours with the dicks you crave.”

I trembled. “Yes, Mom.”

“Good, go. I have to get ready for my next lesson.”

I left her classroom behind. I blinked in shock, spotting my friend Kimmy waiting in the hallway. The petite blonde was the closest an American girl got to being a modest Muslim. She didn't wear any sort of covering over her hair, exposing it to the world, but her clothing didn't flaunt her body. She was innocent, a virgin, and so utterly cute with her braces on her teeth, making her seem younger than nineteen.

“You had sex...with President Carver?” she asked, her cheeks crimson. Her eyes flicked to the two bills in my hand.

“He paid to enjoy me,” I told her.

Kimmy's jaw dropped. Her eyes widened. “Your mother whored you out?”

I nodded, and then a slutty tingle raced through my nerves. A sudden lust for my friend blossomed in my pussy. She had this innocence that just begged for defilement. I couldn't help myself. And why should I? I embraced my inner slut. I should enjoy myself when I could.

And she wasn't a guy.