Daughter's Slut - S01 E37

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E37

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 37

Leyla Umayyah

“Mmm, I hope we'll have another date, Mr. Townsend,” I said, shuddering on the table in the private study room in my college's library. His cum filled my pussy, making me feel like such a slut.

“Yeah,” he said, his back stiff. He didn't look at me as he buttoned up his shirt. “I'm sure we will.”

“And it was worth the $200, right?” I asked, rubbing my dusky thighs together. My hands slid up my body, cupping my dusky, perky tits.

He shuddered, grabbed his wallet, and pulled out two crisp $100 bills. He threw them at me, the bills fluttering down onto my naked stomach, and then opened the door. He strolled out without saying a word. I stuck my tongue out after him. He didn't have to be a dick now. Not after he fucked my nineteen-year-old pussy so hard while moaning his daughter's name as he spurted into me.

I scooped up the bills, staring at them. Mom would have to make change to give me my cut. But I'd made $80 today. That was more than I'd make working a part time shift at a fast food restaurant. And far, far more pleasurable even with Mr. Townsend's horrible attitude.

The door opened. I shuddered, eager to be caught naked. It was such a perverse thrill. I spread my legs wider apart, feeling Mr. Townsend's cum leaking out of me and pooling on the table. My pussy faced the door, shaved and glistening and so well fucked.

Kimmy walked in.

My blonde friend was eager to make the plunge into slutdom. She already licked my pussy clean of my lunch date's cum in the bathroom. And tomorrow night, she'd get her cherry popped fucking her father during our slumber party.

“I heard you moaning through the walls,” Kimmy said, the petite blonde's cheeks bright red. “It sounded so hot. He really fucked you hard.”

“He did,” I said, quivering. “I even came.”

Her face fell. “Oh, so you don't need me to...?”

“Eat my pussy and make me cum?” I asked. “I always need that!”

She beamed at me, flashing her braces at me. She was so cute with her blonde hair and fresh face. She had the look of that blushing virgin down so well. Even as a slut, she would still look so innocent. The staff of the college would love to violate her. She'd make as much money as I was working for my Mom.

And she wasn't the only one. Our two friends, Kendra and Izzy, were becoming sluts, too. Mom would put them to work tomorrow. It was so naughty.

“Take your dress off, Kimmy,” I said as she approached the table licking her lips. “I'll eat your pussy, too.”

“Too?” she asked. “How can we both eat each other's pussies?”

“Jeez, we'll sixty-nine,” I said.

Her eyes widened. “That's what sixty-nine means.” Then she groaned in understanding. “Because a nine is an upside down six.”

“You never knew?” I giggled. “I knew you were innocent, but, wow.”

“I was just too ashamed to ask what it meant,” she said, unbuttoning her dress. She pulled it over her head and exposed the plain, white schoolgirl bra cupping her small breasts and the matching, dainty panties hiding her treasures.

I licked my lips, so eager to see her naked body. Her blush deepened as she unhooked her bra. It was sooooo sexy watching her slip it off her shoulders. Then her small breasts came into view, topped by blushing-pink nipples.

“Those are so cute,” I said, my round breasts jiggling. “Ooh, I love your nipples, Kimmy.”

“Thanks,” she said, face still scarlet. She was still getting used to being a slut.

“Now the panties. I want to see that pussy!”

“Gosh, you are such a horndog, Leyla,” she said even as she hooked her fingers in her waistband.

“Yep,” I said with pride, my cum-filled pussy getting hotter and hotter. “Take it off, hot stuff!”

She shuddered, her small breasts jiggling, then thrust down her panties in one go, doing it as fast as possible. I shuddered, spotting the soft, golden bush adorning her pubic mound. It did nothing to hide the tight slit of her virgin pussy.

A shiver raced through me. I was about to eat cherry pie.

“So, I just climb on you?” she asked.

I nodded my head. “Yep. Straddle my head and lean over. I'll eat you, you eat me, and we'll both cum!”

“I like the sound of that.”

Kimmy climbed onto the table. It shifted and creaked. For a moment, my stomach lurched. She froze, both of us waiting for it to collapse. It didn't. Nervous giggles burst out of our mouths. But we were also too horny to let that possibility stop us.

My friend threw her leg over me and straddled my head. I stared up at her pussy, her juices already glistening on her golden pubic hair. She leaned over my body, and I grabbed her firm rump. I pulled her pussy down to my hungry mouth.

She nuzzled into my shaved pussy. I nuzzled into hers. We ate each other.

“Leyla!”

“Kimmy!”

We both moaned as we ran our tongues through the other's pussy. Her braces rubbed on my labia as she gathered Mr. Townsend's cum out of my shaved snatch. I shivered, loving having my pussy cleaned. I wanted her to lick me clean after Daddy has fucked me.

That would be hot.

I licked across her tight slit, gathering her sweet cream. She whimpered as I brushed her hymen covering the entrance to her pussy. I nuzzled against it with my tongue, feeling the little holes in it. That made her squirm atop me, smearing her juicy cunt across my lips. My nipples throbbed on her belly as she moved, sending tingles down to my cunt.

She tasted so good. And her silky pubic hairs tickled my lips, cheeks, and nose. I breathed in her musk as I lapped at her snatch from clit to her hymen. I wanted to thrust into her depths, to pop her cherry with my tongue. But her father would get that treat. Deserved that treat.

Shame I didn't give my pussy's cherry to Daddy. But he got my anal cherry.

“Oh, Leyla,” she groaned, squirming her hips, grinding her pussy on my face. “Oh, wow, that's nice.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my tongue fluttering through her tight folds.

I nuzzled at her clit peeking out of her plump vulva, sucking and nibbling on hit. She squealed atop me, shuddering and squirming her pussy on my face. I loved it. My tongue fluttered around it, driving her tongue so deep into my snatch.

She swirled it through my sheath, gathering more and more of Mr. Townsend's cum out of me and sending delight surging through my body. I trembled, massaging her rump as we feasted on each other, my orgasm building and building.

“Oh, Kimmy, you're a natural pussy licker,” I groaned.

“It's easy when you taste so good,” she grinned. “Oh, gosh, I can't believe I said that.”

“No, no, that's good. Be a slut, Kimmy! Embrace it. You love eating cum-filled pussies, and there's nothing wrong with that!”

“I do!” she panted.

Her tongue jammed into my pussy again. Her braces rubbed rough on my labia. I trembled, drinking in the delight as I sucked on her clit. I trembled and groaned, my pleasure building and building in me. My fingers dug into her firm butt-cheeks, the heat surging.

But Kimmy came first.

She bucked atop me. Her sweet juices flooded out of her snatch and across my face. She bathed me in her passion. I loved it. I moaned, licking it up as she groaned into my cunt. She trembled atop me as her rapture rippled through her.

“Yes, yes, yes, Leyla!” she gasped as the door opened. “Oh, my god!”

I didn't know who entered the room, but just knowing someone caught us set me off. As Leyla sat up, planting her cumming pussy tight on my mouth, pleasure burst through me. My entire body convulsed, my orgasming cunt aimed right at the door. My snatch spasmed hard. Juices squirted out of me. I ejaculated. I felt them as I writhed, heard them splash the table and floor.

“Oh, damn,” a familiar voice groaned.

“Jalal, don't look at my breasts,” Kimmy quivered.

“I..” The door creaked like it was closing.

“No, get in here, Jalal,” I howled, the pleasure surging through me. “And Kimmy, show him your boobies.”

I couldn't see anything, not with Kimmy squirming on me. But I pictured my younger brother's eyes so wide behind his glasses as he watched Kimmy's tight, barely legal titties bouncing as she squirmed on my face. He'd lick his lips, his dick growing so hard.

And an idea popped into my head. I shuddered, loving how naughty it was.

My orgasm peaked in me. I heard Jalal's heavy breathing and Kimmy's panting moans. She squirmed on my mouth, smearing her hot pussy across my lips as she quivered. My pleasure died down as I smiled.

“Okay, Kimmy, you can get off me now. And don't get dressed. It's time for your first slut lesson with a boy.”

“With me?” Jalal asked, his voice so tight.

“With him?” gasped my friend at the same moment.

“Yes,” I groaned as Kimmy climbed off of me. I sat up and saw the awe in Jalal's face as my younger brother followed Kimmy's bouncing tits. Then my gaze dropped to his cock bulging in his pants.

This would work.

“But, what about tomorrow night?” Kimmy asked. “You know...”

“What's tomorrow night?” Jalal asked.

“Nothing,” I told him. “Now, Kimmy, there's plenty you can do with a guy that doesn't require you to do that.”

“Oh,” she said, shivering. Then realization crossed her face. “Oooh.”

“Yep. We made my little brother hard, and a good slut takes care of a man when she does that to him,” I said, sliding to the edge of the pussy-stained table then hopping off before my brother. His eyes fell on my bouncing breasts. “Want to help Kimmy practice her cock-sucking, little brother?”

“Yes!” he said with such enthusiasm. He glanced at Kimmy again, licking his lips.

Did my brother have a crush on her?

“Come here, Kimmy,” I said, kneeling down before my brother.

She joined me on the floor, her face smeared with my pussy juices. She licked her lips, tasting my tangy musk. She stared up at my little brother with those dewy, blue eyes, her face still blushing. She had that porcelain beauty Faizel, my older brother, always sought out in his girlfriends.

“Now unzip him and pull out his dick,” I purred, my pussy clenching, feeling so wicked for helping my friend out.

She nodded her head. Her hands pulled down my brother's zipper. It made a metallic rasp as she drew it down. She shivered, squirming beside me as his cock bulged in his cotton boxers, straining to break out. She pulled down his jeans some then took a deep breath as she hooked his boxers.

I trembled, eager for her to witness her first real, live cock and not a picture out of a health textbook. This wouldn't be flaccid, but hard and pointing right at her face. She jerked down his boxers. His cock flopped out before us.

“Oh, wow,” she said, eyes bulging. “That...fits in you, Leyla?”

My brother's smile grew and a cocky look crossed his face.

“Yes, it does,” I said, grabbing my brother's cock. “And it will fit in you, too.” I pressed my cheek against hers, feeling my pussy juices sticky on her face. “Now grab his dick by the base and lick the tip. Like this.”

I flicked my tongue across my brother's dick, gathering a drop of precum off the swollen end. My brother sucked in a breath and adjusted his slipping glasses. I loved the salty taste, a preview of the true delight to come.