Daughter's Slut - S01 E31

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E31

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 31

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Leyla Umayyah

“You just sit down right there, Daddy,” I purred as I folded up his jeans and set them on the couch with his shirt and boxers. “And I'll make you feel so good with my pussy.”

“I don't know where we went wrong with you, little flower, but...” He stared at me with such hunger, his cock thrusting hard before him. It was bigger than both my brothers, but not by much. And he had all those muscles from working construction. His beard so thick and wiry. His hands calloused and rough.

He was a real man. Not like President Carver. Or my brothers. Though Faizel came close.

Daddy sank down on his recliner. The leather creaked. He kicked it back, stretching it out all the way. He groaned in relief as he stared at my body. It made my pussy so wet feeling him admiring me. He drank in my youthful beauty, staring at my young tits and barely legal cunt. I shivered and then sauntered forward, my breasts jiggling.

I rubbed at his hard muscles as I knelt at the foot of the recliner. It creaked and rocked with my light weight. I rubbed at his hairy legs, stroking up and down them as I scooted forward. I felt his strength which made my pussy drool more juices down my thighs.

“Ooh, Daddy, I've been looking forward to this all day,” I moaned, leaning over to nuzzle at his hairy balls. His bush tickled my lips as I licked at his right nut. “Just thinking about having a real cock in me. My brothers are wonderful, but you, Daddy, you're the best.”

“And any boys at your college?” he asked.

I hesitated. Mom didn't want me to mention the prostitution. Daddy would be shamed to learn I was helping out the family by whoring myself out. “Just the president of my college,” I admitted. “He enjoyed me a lot. But he wasn't you.”

“Such a slut,” he said, sounding in awe.

He grabbed my black hair with his strong hand and dragged my face up his cock. I licked up his shaft as he hauled my head up, the pain flaring in my scalp making me feel so wanton. Just the way a whore should. I loved it. I trembled and shuddered, my pussy clenching, more juices running down my thighs.

He forced my mouth down his cock. I opened wide to take his girth. I sucked as he bobbed my mouth, forcing me to pleasure him. Using me as a living sex toy. That made me feel so hot. I was just a masturbatory aide to him.

That was what sluts were for.

My drool dribbled down my chin as I sucked and slurped. The muscles in his arm bulged as he fucked my mouth up and down his cock. I swirled my tongue about it, making him groan. His chest rose and fell as he sucked in breaths.

“That's it, my slutty little flower,” he growled. “Suck it. Make me feel so good. I had such a long day.”

And he needed this. He needed a slut in his life to keep him happy.

My hips wiggled. I sucked harder, moaning my enjoyment at being used. I shuddered, my cunt on fire. I shoved my right hand between my thighs, fingering my shaved twat. I rubbed up and down my bare vulva, feeling how juicy I was. Delight trembled through me. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as I savored this moment.

Then I jammed two digits into my snatch. My middle and ring fingers sank into my hot twat. My silky walls clenched on them as I moaned louder and louder about his dick. I sucked so hard, moaning, humming, giving my daddy as much pleasure as I could.

I loved him so much. I would be happy just being his slut.

“What a little whore I raised,” he snarled. “The way you suck cock. You want to swallow my cum. You are nothing like your mother.”

I was beginning to realize that I was actually a lot like her. I think she was a slut, too. She just hid it better. But she was only being a slut with my brothers. Since I didn't want to hurt Daddy, I wouldn't say anything. My brothers were all so hard these days, my body turning them on. They needed two sluts in the house to keep them happy.

His hand tightened in my hair. He let out a groan, face twisting with pleasure. I sucked so hard, wanting to taste his cum spilling into my mouth. My fingers plunged in and out of my cunt, stirring myself to a froth. I rubbed my clit with the heel of my hand, pleasure sparking through me.

With a growl, he ripped my mouth off his dick.

“Daddy?” I panted, more drool leaking down my chin.

“I want to cum in that tight cunt, my little flower.” A grin crossed his bearded lips. “I want to cum in my little flower's flower.” He laughed at that.

“Yes, Daddy,” I purred, not fighting as he pulled me up his body by the hair.

The chair creaked as I straddled his waist. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and grabbed his dick, smearing my cream on the shaft. I brought the thick crown of his cock to my hungry snatch. I rubbed it up and down my vulva, nudging my clit.

“Is this the flower you want to enjoy, Daddy?” I asked. Then I slid his dick farther back, pressing it between my butt-cheeks. I rubbed him in circles on my sphincter. “Or this one?”

“Shaitan, but you are such a wanton whore, my little flower.” He licked his lips. “Your hot cunt. I want to feel that pussy on my dick.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I groaned, my snatch clenching while my asshole tingled, wishing to be filled, too.

I moved his dick back to my hot snatch. I swirled it through my pussy and than sank down his girth. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back into my head. The pleasure shot through me as my pussy drank in the feel of him sliding into me. Deeper and deeper. Stretching me out. He groaned, gripping my hips with his rough hands, squeezing me as I gave him pleasure.

I bottomed out on his dick. I squirmed, feeling him buried in me to the hilt. I licked my lips, squirming my hips, so ready to give him a ride he would never forget. He groaned as my cunt squeezed down his dick. I swirled my hips then slid up his shaft.

“Is this the treat you've been looking forward to all day?” I asked. “Your daughter's barely legal pussy?”

“Yes,” he groaned, hands sliding up to cup my firm breasts. “All day. So I'm going to fuck you all night, you little slut.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I howled, slamming down his girth, my clit striking his pubic bone.

Such wonderful pleasure shot through me. A rippling heat that compelled me to slide up his dick again. My pussy drank in the friction, turning it into rapture that tingled through my body. My black hair swayed about my shoulders as I rode my daddy's cock, the chair creaking louder and louder.

He groaned, squeezing and kneading my young tits. He thumbed my nipples, rapture shooting down to my pussy. My snatch clenched on his dick. The pleasure built and built in me. I rode him faster, harder. I moved my hips the way Mom taught me. I put to use everything I learned fucking my brothers.

All for my daddy.