Daughter's Slut - S01 E23

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E23

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 23

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Mrs. Umayyah

Clint's eyes were on me as I lectured about math. I felt him ogling my big breasts. Even in my conservative blouse, their size stretched out the material. He was such a handsome, young man. Sitting back-straight, tall, his shoulders broad. He had a chiseled face and intense, dark eyes that hungered for me.

I had seen him naked, his muscles rippling as he drove his big cock in and out of his women's mouths, pussies, and assholes. He used his sluts in every way possible. He had a harem, all related to him by blood.

“So how is this equation useful?” I asked, pointing at the chalk board, my pussy growing so hot.

It wasn't just Clint staring at me. I felt the other young men I taught lusting for me. Evan and Vince and especially Pete. A depraved tremble went through me. How had I never noticed their attention before? The way their eyes followed me as I walked back and forth showing far more interest in my breasts than the girls in the classroom.

They lusted for me. Was I a MILF to them? A mother they'd like to fuck?

A naughty tingle ran through me. Ever since President Carver rubbed his cock on my cunt, I'd been horny. Masturbating while watching him sodomize my daughter didn't help. The desire had built in me through my last two classes.

And now to realize all the boys were ogling me. I knew young men fantasized about fucking their hot teachers. I just never thought of myself as one of them. Now a slut like Vicky Samuels, Clint's aunt, I could see them lusting after. The way she dressed, her big tits on display in low-cut blouses, designed to make her young students pant after her like little puppies.

I inspired that same lust.

“That's correct,” I said, teaching on autopilot. I turned around, staring at the chalkboard. I picked up a piece to make a mark on the equation when I hesitated. Then, quickly, I undid the top three buttons of my blouse, creating a delicious cleavage of my dusky flesh.

Feeling so depraved, I modified the equation.

I whirled around, my big breasts swaying in my blouse, Clint's eyes hungry on my cleavage. Pete's almost bulged out of his skull, his fists clenching. “Now do you see how we can use this equation?”

All the boys drooled over me. How much would these young men pay, hypothetically, to have sex with their teacher?

My pussy clenched.

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Leyla Umayyah

For once, I didn't have to wait around the college while my younger brother, Jalal, fucked around with his chess club. I drove him home as soon as school ended. He was so eager for our special training. I had no idea what it was. I was even more shocked to see that Mom and my older brother Faizel had beat us home from school.

“We are going to have so much fun with you,” Jalal grinned, his hand rubbing at my panties as I drove. He shoved it between my thighs the moment he got in the car.

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, my pussy dripping with excitement, my asshole a sticky mess with President Carver's drying cum. “What are you training me on?”

He just grinned at me and ripped his hands from beneath my skirt. He pushed up his glasses on his slender, boyish face, then darted out of the car. I shivered, turning off the engine. I followed him to the door, my body trembling.

Faizel was already naked when I walked in, stroking his hard cock. Mom had the camcorder in hand, a big grin on her face. Jalal pulled off his shirt, revealing his body, skin darker than mine. He had a slender build, not the muscular strength of our older brother. Faizel inherited our father's manly form while Jalal was a more sensitive boy, smart and shy.

And so horny.

“It's time for you to learn to please two men, slut,” Mother purred.

My pussy clenched. “Yes, mother.”

Faizel sprang from the couch. I gasped in shock as he seized my black hair. “Come here, you little slut,” he growled, throwing me down to the floor. His dominance just made me so wet. He and Jalal stood over me, their dicks so hard. “Strip naked then get us ready to fuck your whore-holes.”

“Yes!” I panted, my body responding to his confidence, my pussy growing so hot and wet.

Mom let out an envious groan, the camera trained on me. I had a feeling she would offer videos of my whorish behavior to my clients, too. I trembled, my nipples so hard as I ripped off my blouse, not even bothering to unbutton it all the way. My youthful breasts sprang out.

Jalal seize my right one, squeezing hard. “That's it, slut. You're going to make us both cum today.”

“Yum,” I moaned as I worked off my skirt, difficult since I was on my knees.

But I managed to get the skirt and my stained panties off. I trembled, Jalal letting go of my tits. Their cocks bobbed before me, both so thick and hard. Faizel's edged out Jalal's in size by just a bit, but they both had inherited Dad's prowess. Precum beaded their tips.

Acting on instincts, I seized both their dicks, stroking them, pulling their tips close to my slutty lips. I shuddered, fisting them as Mom filmed. My pussy clenched, juices trickling down my thighs, more cum leaking out of my asshole.

I sucked Faizel's dick into my mouth first. He was the eldest, after all.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his muscular chest rippling as I sucked on his thick dick. My tongue bathed the tip, loving the flavor of his precum.

But I didn't ignore my little brother. My hand flew up and down his dick, making him groan. He pushed up his glasses as his face twisted with pleasure. I shuddered, feeling like such a slut. I sucked harder on Faizel's dick, making him grunt in delight.

Then I switched. My lips popped off my older brother's dick and swallowed my younger brother's cock. Jalal let out a gasp of delight. I sucked and slurped on his shaft, fisting my older brother's prick hard. I pumped my hand up and down his girth as I pleasured Jalal.

“Such a sweet sister,” Jalal groaned.

“Yes, she is,” Faizel panted. I switched cocks again and he groaned, “Fuck, yes, little sis. Suck my dick. We're going to fuck that whore-body of yours so hard.”

“So hard,” Jalal echoed.

Their words made me so hot. I fisted their cocks, going back and forth between them, Sucking, slurping, pleasing. My saliva dripped down my chin and ran down their shafts to my pumping hands. Their dicks throbbed in my hands to the rhythm of their passionate hearts, Jalal's beating faster.

I savored the flavor of their precum staining my lips. I trembled, my pussy growing so hot and juicy. More and more cream ran down my thighs. The itch swelled in me. I wanted to touch myself, but my hands were busy.

Mom filmed it all.

“That's it,” grunted Faizel, his chest rippling as he trembled. “Damn, baby sis, what a slut. We're going to drench your face in cum.”

“Drench your face,” panted Jalal, his eyes wild behind his glasses. “Oh, yes! Just cover you! Such a slut.”

“I am!” I moaned as I switched dicks.

I could feel their passion mounting. Their pleasure building. Such whorish desires surged through me. I stroked their cocks faster and faster, switching their dicks with such speed. I hardly sucked more than once, my head whipping back and forth, my hair dancing about my shoulders in sweeping arcs of silk.

Then, by some instinct burgeoning in my hot cunt, I pulled my lips from both. I aimed my brothers' dicks at my face. I stroked their dicks as fast as I could. I stared up at them, seeing the pleasure in their faces. The building passion. I knew their cum boiled in their balls.

“Cum on my face, brothers!” I howled. “Drench me in your jizz! Let it splatter all over my skin.”

“Yes,” Mom hissed, the camera aimed right at my face, ready to catch my dusky features painted in pearly, incestuous cum.

“Do it!” I snarled, so lost to my depraved lusts. “Drench me, brothers!”

“You fucking whore!” grunted Faizel.

His dick erupted first. Hot cum spurted from his cock, splashing the left side of my face. I shuddered, the hot cream rippling over my features. Then Jalal, letting out a grunt, copied his older brother.

His cock spurted incestuous jizz.

I moaned, opening my mouth wide, thrusting out my tongue to catch my brother's salty cream. They bathed my face. Ropy lines painted across my cheeks and forehead. Spunk ran down the bridge of my nose, soaked my eyebrows. More splattered my hair, matting down my curls. I felt each pulse shoot down their cocks before jizz splashed on my face.

I loved it.

I moaned with such lust.

I savored the flavors of their mixing jizz. My tongue flashed out of my mouth, whipping around my lips to gather every drop of their spunk I could. They both grunted as I fisted them. I squeezed out the last drops onto the tip of my tongue.

“What a whore, baby sis.”

“Yes, a whore,” echoed Jalal.

“I am,” I groaned, my mouth full of cum. More ran down my body. “And I love it!”

I released their cocks. They stayed hard as they watched me scoop cum off my face, bringing it to my greedy lips. I felt Mom watching me, her eyes smoldering. Did she hunger to lick the jizz off my face. Was she truly a slut like me, just pretending she wasn't.