Daughter's Slut - S01 E33

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E33

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 33

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Leyla Umayyah

I slipped out of bed, Daddy snoring, and headed for the bathroom. I shivered, hearing the moans coming from Jalal's rooms. Mom was in there with him. Being a slut. I glanced at the door to her bedroom she shared with Dad.

What if he found out? What if he heard them? She shouldn't be so loud. Should I tell her to be quiet?

I swallowed and instead rushed to the bathroom, Daddy's cum trickling out of me as I emptied my bladder. Mom's moans grew louder and louder. If she kept being such a slut, she'd hurt Daddy. He'd catch her and realize she was almost as bad as me.

But at least she only fucked my brothers. She kept it in the family.

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Mrs. Umayyah

Carter, Kimmy's brother, kept looking at me as I taught my math class the next day. He had such a hungry look in his eyes. I just knew Faizel must have talked to him about tomorrow night. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my half-unbuttoned blouse, showing off my big, lush tits to my male students. I still wore my long skirts, my hijab wrapped modestly about my face, hiding my hair from their eyes.

I felt so wanton as I taught my second class of the day, and as I neared the end of my lesson my pussy had soaked my panties. “And that's why this formula is so important,” I said to them. “Learn it. You'll need it for the rest of the year.”

My students just nodded, the ones invested writing it down, the boys just staring at my tits. Especially Carter.

“Okay, you can go. Have a good day.”

Carter rose. He had that tall, all-American build. Short, sandy-blond hair, chiseled chin, bold nose. The build of a quarterback. He sauntered to me, holding his books to his side with his left arm, his right running through his hair.

“Mrs. Umayyah,” he said. “I'm looking forward to tomorrow night.”

“I take it my son has talked to you,” I said, being cautious as the students filed out. But none were paying attention to us.

“Yes, he did.” He stared down at my cleavage. “$200. You're lucky my parents give me a large allowance.”

“Yes, I am,” I purred, grabbing his right hand. “Tomorrow night will be fun.”

He licked his lips, his eyes widening, some of his brash, youthful confidence slipping from his face as I guided his hand to my cleavage. I shoved it inside my blouse, letting him feel my tit through my bra. I shuddered as he squeezed my breast. He was such a sexy stud. He would give me that same pleasure Faizel and Jalal did, that passionate fucking only a young man could give.

No wonder Vicky Samuels was such a slut for her nephew Clint.

“We are going to have so much fun,” I purred. “Make a reservation at the Marriott. You'll pay for that, too. Then you'll have me all night long.”

“Damn,” he groaned, his eyes so wide. “I half-thought Faizel was fucking with me. But...damn, Ms. Umayyah. I'll be there.”

I shuddered then pulled his hand away. My next class would be here soon. “You better get going.”

He sauntered out as my daughter and her three friends entered. They tried to take as many classes together that they could. I shuddered, smiling at Kimmy, eager to see the footage of that slender virgin fucking her father for the first time. The blonde, wearing her demure dress, gave me a nervous grin back, her braces flashing on her teeth. She would make another wonderful slut. And maybe Izzy and Kendra could be persuaded to join the fun. They were such whores anyways.

They should make money for me while having their fun.

I smiled at that thought. My own stable of barely legal schoolgirl hookers. I would make up all that money I lost and more so. My pussy burned so hot. I took a deep breath as I turned back to the chalk board to begin this class's lesson.

After the lesson, Leyla walked up to me, arching an eyebrow. “Who am I...entertaining?”

“Mr. Wilson,” I told her. “He'll be here soon. Make sure you get the $200 from him.”

Leyla blinked at that. “But President Carver paid only $100.”

“He gets a discount. $200 is your standard rate.” I squeezed her hand. “Okay, my little slut?”

“Yes, Mother,” she said, trembling.

“Mr. Wilson's a little shy, so I'll be leaving you alone.” I wasn't happy about that. I was looking forward to fingering my pussy as I watched them. But the nanny cams I installed this morning would capture it all. Three different angles.

“Okay, Mom,” she said, sitting down at the desk, her nipples hard against her blouse.

I shuddered and sauntered away. I stepped out into the halls. Mr. Wilson, looking twitchy, approached. He pushed up his glasses then ran a hand over his balding head. He was divorced, and I bet he hadn't gotten laid in a few years.

And if he did, it wasn't with one of his nubile students. But he was eager to enjoy my daughter's barely legal cunt. I smiled at him.

“Mrs. Umayyah,” a voice said behind me. “I need to talk to you.”

I stiffened at the sound of President Carver. I turned and found the tall man staring at me, his eyes hard behind his glasses. “About?”

He glanced at Mr. Wilson heading into my classroom. “Let's talk in my office. It's more...private.”

I shuddered, my heart racing. If he thought to have sex with me... He wasn't a hot, young stud.

I followed after him, my breasts jiggling in my bra. He walked fast, back straight. I felt like a girl again following my father to be spanked because I did something wrong. I hated the feeling. I took a deep breath, considering what I could do if he wanted to fuck me.

We reached the college's administration office, navigating through it to his personal office in the back. He closed the door behind him and sat down at his desk. I took the seat across from him, crossing my legs, giving him a serene, unconcerned look.

“You and your daughter,” he said, folding his hands and leaning forward towards me over his desk. “I want you both. I want to fuck a mother and her daughter badly.”

“I told you, I'm not for sale,” I said. “I'm a married woman.”

“$300,” he said. “For the both of you.”

I shivered. A hot itch ran through me. I leaned back in my chair, arching an eyebrow as I fought the surge of lust through me. It would be so wrong to share a client with my daughter. To have us fuck the same man. To lick his cum out of each other's pussies.

“$500,” he said. He rubbed his hands together. “I want this. I want to slide my dick from your cunt to Leyla's.”

“And you want me to violate my marriage,” I said. “That's very important to me.”

“$1000,” he groaned. “But I want you two all day. I want to use you how I wish.”

My pussy almost orgasmed. “All day?” I pretended to think about, letting him squirm, his face growing sweaty. My heart pounded in my chest, almost bursting out of me. Leyla would be busy all day Saturday with Faizel's gangbang. And my husband... My husband would be watching the football games at his friend's house the next day. “Sunday. All day.”

“Yes,” he groaned, leaning back in his chair, his hand rubbing at his dick. “Sunday.”

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