Daughter's Slut - S01 E41

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E41

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

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Leyla Umayyah

Mom wasn't home yet. She must have had a lot of work at college to take care of. Maybe because of my whoring? Since I was using her classroom during her lunch hour to fuck my customers, maybe she didn't have time to do this work normally and had to play catch up today.

Daddy would come home and there would be no dinner ready. Maybe I should do something about it?

But I had Jalal's mouth buried in my pussy right now, his glasses rubbing on my inner thighs. I shuddered as he licked through my pussy folds. Ever since I promised to hook him up with my friend Kimmy, after she lost her virginity tomorrow night, he'd been so affectionate. He wanted to stay on my good side.

And it turned out he was pretty good at eating pussy.

“Oh, yes, little brother,” I moaned, grinding across his face. His tongue wiggled through my snatch. “You lick Kimmy's pussy like this, and she'll love you. You'll have a slutty girlfriend that will keep coming back to you.”

He groaned and thrust his tongue deeper and deeper into my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head. My nineteen-year-old body shuddered on the couch. I smeared my pussy on his hungry mouth, loved his tongue lapping through my folds. He devoured me with such eager hunger. He licked and nuzzled through my pussy. He had me shuddering and shaking in delight.

He made me quake with passion.

“Oh, yes, Jalal,” I whimpered. “Oh, you stud. Eat my pussy. Just devour it. Oh, yes, you're going to make me explode so hard on that wonderful mouth. Kimmy will love you.”

I grabbed his black hair, my round breasts shaking as his nose bumped into my clit. He wiggled his tongue through my hot depths. He swirled it around my sensitive flesh, sending such incestuous delight through me. My little brother was amazing.

The couch groaned and creaked as I humped against him. I whimpered, gripping his hair as he fluttered his tongue through me. Then he flicked it out of my tunnel and through my folds to brush my clit.

“Yes!” I squeaked in delight as his tongue swirled around my clit. “Like that. Ooh, yes, never forget a girl's clit. Even a slut like me and Kimmy love this!”

His tongue fluttered on it. He batted it so fast. His dark eyes stared at me from behind his glasses. His hands squeezed my ass beneath the couch cushion. My breasts heaved as I bucked, my body squirming against the couch's backrest, the upholstery rubbing on my flesh.

The pleasure built and built in me. My orgasm swelled so fast. I would explode on my brother's cock. I whimpered and moaned. My eyes rolled back into my head as he feasted on me with such dedication.

“You'll make Kimmy so happy!” I squealed as the front door opened.

The heavy steps said it was Dad or Faizel, not Mom. I craned my neck and smiled as Daddy entered the living room, wearing his work clothes. He looked so strong and rugged in worn jeans and fade shirt, his beard thick and black, his eyes smoldering.

“Daddy, welcome home!” I moaned as Jalal kept licking me.

I shivered, realizing Daddy hadn't seen me with my brothers yet. He knew I fucked them. Knew I was a complete slut, but now he witnessed it. I could see his eyes widening as he fully beheld me as a slut. A nasty whore. He licked his lips, his hands rubbing on his jeans as his dick swelled hard.

Just feeling his eyes on me made my pussy so hot. I groaned and shuddered as Jalal sucked on my clit. I stared at Daddy as the pleasure exploded through me. My pussy convulsed and spasmed. Juices gushed out of me as I writhed.

“Yes, yes, yes, Jalal, you're so good at that. Ooh, that's amazing!”

The rapture swept through my body. I thrashed and heaved. Daddy's eyes drank in the sight of me. He watched with such hunger, his dick tenting the front of his jeans. What a hot sight. I licked my lips, wanting to pleasure him, to give him the same delight Jalal was giving me.

Then Jalal lifted his mouth, face dripping with pussy juices. He glanced at our father. “Er, hi, Dad.” His cheeks darkened. “You're, uh, home a little early. Do you want to...?”

“Don't stop playing with your sister,” Daddy groaned. “She made you hard. Fuck the little slut. Use her.”

“Yes!” I moaned, so glad Daddy understood what I was.

Jalal rose, his body so slender and delicious. He was so cute and boyish. But his dick... He had a man's dick, practically as big as Daddy's, and definitely bigger than any of the teachers I'd fucked the last two days. He felt so delicious in me.

Daddy groaned as Jalal rammed his dick into me. I shuddered, throwing my legs around my little brother's waist as I watched Daddy. His hands moved to his jeans, fumbling with his belt and his fly. Metal jangled. A zipper rasped. Then his jeans fell down those thick, strong thighs. They were so hairy. He was like a bear. A big, strong papa bear.

My pussy clenched on Jalal's cock hammering into me as Daddy pulled out his dick. I licked my lips at the sight of his swarthy shaft. He stroked it, watching his son fuck me. I humped into Jalal, friction burning through my body at the pleasure of his prick plowing over and over into me.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me just like this, Jalal!” I whimpered. “Use my naughty cunt to satiate your cock.”

“Yes,” groaned Daddy, fisting his cock, watching me be a slut with those dark, strong eyes.

It made me so hot.