Daughter's Slut - S01 E22

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

Kimmy gasped as I seized her hand, the crumpled bills pressed between our palms. I dragged her towards the nearest girls' restroom. She stumbled after me as I led her to the rearmost stall. I shouldered it open, the metal door banging into the wall.

“Leyla!” Kimmy gasped as I hauled her in and slammed the door shut behind her. “What are you—”

I kissed her.

Hard.

She froze as I pressed her against the stall wall, my lips working on hers. She trembled like a deer, whimpering, frightened of the desires bursting inside of her. Desires that she needed to embrace. She could be a slut without any shame. Americans reveled in it. They celebrated it. She wouldn't disappoint her parents. Men would still even marry her used body, just accepting that their women were whores while younger.

My tongue pressed on her lips. I wiggled past, brushing the braces on her teeth. I caressed them, feeling the rough texture. They added something naughty to the kiss. My friend whimpered again. And then her lips moved.

Worked against mine.

Kissed me back.

I knew she had a slut lurking in her.

I cupped her ivory cheeks with dusky fingers, kissing her harder. My black hair brushed her blonde strands. My other hand slid down her body, brushing her side down to cup her hip. She groaned, her head tilting back, eyes squeezing shut.

Her braces rubbed on my lips as we kissed. My tongue pressed deeper into her mouth, brushing hers. They danced around each other as I taught her how to kiss. Her lips grew more and more aggressive, her body swaying against mine.

Making my pussy itch.

My hand on her hip grasped her skirt. Then I drew it up. The fabric rustled. Her eyes snapped open when she realized what I was doing. I stared into her baby blues as we kissed. I kept hiking up her dress until I felt her naked thigh beneath my fingers.

Then my hand explored upward.

Kimmy broke our kiss. “Leyla! What are you...?” Her eyes widened as I brushed the crotch of her panties. “No!”

“Yes,” I groaned, my fingers wiggling through the leg band to brush her silky bush. I felt wet heat. Her excitement. Then I found her pussy lips, her slit virginal tight.

“Please, please, I'm not into girls,” she whimpered as I stroked up her slit.

“Then why are you so wet?” I asked, kissing my friend again.

I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth as I parted her tight folds. I felt her inner petals, soaked in her excitement. I brushed her hymen stretched over her pussy's entrance, full of little holes. I caressed back up and found her clit.

She spasmed.

I worked her little bud, making her whimper and groan against me. Her body trembled. Her juices flowed, slicking my fingers dancing on her clit. She sucked at my tongue. Her hands grabbed my waist, digging into my flesh through my blouse. My nipples ached as I rubbed my tits against hers, wishing we were both naked.

I loved the heat of her on my fingers. I loved how I made her coo and whimper. The way her body trembled as I massaged her clit. I pressed hard against it. She groaned so loudly into my kiss. Her hands tightened. Her fingers almost hurt digging into my side.

I inspired such passion in her.

I broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. “That's it. Just let yourself go. It's okay to be a slut. I love it.”

“I'm not, Leyla,” she gasped, her body trembling.

“You don't get wicked desires?” I asked her. “You don't finger yourself thinking naughty thoughts?”

“I...I...” She shivered. “I do. But...”

“And don't tell me you hate my touch. You love it. you're dripping wet. Just like me. Touch my pussy. Let's make each other cum.”

Her hands tightened again on my sides, her body trembling. She gripped me with such a desperate fear, afraid of what would happen if she let go. I grinned and kissed her sweet lips again, loving her, showing her it was okay to let her slut out.

Her clit throbbed beneath my dancing fingers. I savored massaging her little bud, my own pussy growing wetter and wetter. My asshole clenched, forcing out more of President Carver's cum. Her body tensed beneath me as I felt her excitement build and build.

And then she came.

I made my friend cum.

Such dizzy delight washed through me.

She groaned and whimpered against me. She gasped and shuddered. Her juices flooded out hot around my fingers. Her blue eyes fluttered as the rapture passed through her. Her hands moved, sliding around to cup my ass. She pulled me tight, utterly surrendering to her desire.

Her body shuddering against mine made me so hot. My nipples and clit throbbed. My pussy dripped juices. My sphincter tingled. I wanted her to eat me. I wanted to feel those rough braces sliding through my cunt. Her tongue licking cum out of my asshole. I wanted to utterly corrupt her. To show her how awesome being a slut was.

All the orgasms she would get.

All the men she would please.

So many things to show her.

“Leyla!” she gasped, her head snapping back, breaking our kiss. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“See, it's amazing!”

She whimpered again, her body convulsing a final time.

My pussy on fire, I stepped back. I brought my fingers to my lips. She stared at me through lidded eyes, watching as I licked her sweet pussy off my digits. I savored her musk, my tongue swirling around them like they were small dicks.

My free hand hiked my skirt, revealing my panties.

“Now it's your turn.”

Kimmy bolted.

Before I could stop her, she burst out of the stall. I shuddered, crying out her name, but she was gone. I caught just a glimpse of her blonde hair flying behind her as she fled the bathroom entirely.

“Oh, no,” I groaned, my stomach twisting. I didn't mean to frighten the poor thing.

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