Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 44

"Watching Daughter Pop Her Cherry"

It's Kimmy's big night with her daddy, and Leyla's there to watch all the cherry-popping fun!

Mrs. Umayyah

“Leyla!” Kimmy shrieked when she opened her door. The blonde girl bounced on the balls of her feet, her braces flashing on her teeth.

“Kimmy!” my daughter answered.

The girls hugged each other like they hadn't seen the other in weeks instead of at college just a few hours ago. They were so energetic, both of them making those excited noises only a young girl could make. I couldn't help smiling while Todd Myers, Kimmy's father shook his head as he watched from farther inside the house.

Then the girls broke a part and darted away, Kimmy pulling Leyla after her, my daughter's backpack with her belongings trailing behind her. The pounding of their feet racing up the stairs echoed through the house.

“Well, you are in for a wild night, aren't you, Todd?” I said as I followed my daughter into the house, giving Kimmy's father a smile.

“Sounds like it,” he said with a shrug. He didn't sound disappointed at all, dirty old man. He knew it was just him and the girls tonight. Was he going to perv on them?

Perfect.

“There's just something I need to talk to you about,” I said as I headed for the kitchen, passing through the elegant house. It was huge, twice the size my family lived in, with a living room and a sitting room, decorated by Todd's wife to be as stylish as possible.

“Oh?” he said. “Is there something about Leyla I need to know about?”

“Yes, there is.” My pussy tingled beneath my skirt, the thong I wore molding to my snatch. I was getting used to having that narrow strip of cloth burred between the cheeks of my ass.

I couldn't wait for Todd's son, Carter, to strip them off of me and go to town on my snatch.

The kitchen was a thing of beauty. It was larger than mine, with an island in the middle and bar stools pulled up to it. There was so much counter space with not one but two ovens. The things I could do in this kitchen... The meals I could create... I sighed, staring at the bronze-bottom pots hanging from a rack, looking beautiful, works of art.

“So what's up?” Todd asked as I pulled out my iPad.

“I need to show you something about Leyla,” I said. “I have an exciting opportunity for you. Something I know you've been thinking about a lot.”

“Oh?” he asked, his brow tightening. He gave me a quizzical look as I swiped my iPad on and opened the video. I had my youngest son, Jalal, show me how to get this video on here and play it.

I hit play.

“It's time for you to learn to please two men, slut,” my voice said from offscreen (I was operating the camera). The video showed my daughter as she walked in the living room with her younger brother, my baby boy, Jalal.

Coquettish delight crossed my daughter's dusky face, her body shivering. Her dusky face twisted with passion. “Yes, mother.”

My eldest son, a hunky god, appeared in the shot naked, his cock already hard. He seized Leyla's black hair, snarling, “Come here, you little slut.” He threw my daughter down to the floor. Jalal stepped up, his cock tenting his jeans, both my sons looking so hungry at their sister. “Strip naked then get us ready to fuck your whore-holes.”

“Yes!” Leyla panted like the little slut she was.

“What is this?” Todd asked as he watched my daughter rip off her blouse, her round, youthful titties bouncing out, nipples brown and hard. “Jesus, that's your daughter and your sons and...”

Jalal seized my daughter's right tit and squeezed hard, saying. “That's it, slut. You're going to make us both cum today.”

“Yum,” Leyla said, working her skirt off as she knelt, shifting her body, her breasts bouncing.

“My daughter is a whore,” I told Todd, his eyes locked on my naked daughter. “The little slut is for sale. You can enjoy her tonight. Feel that tight, young cunt that you've been lusting after wrapped about your dick. That little whore's been teasing you with that tight body, hasn't she? Making you so hard, forcing you to jerk off or fuck your wife while wishing that young pussy was riding your cock.”

“Jesus,” he groaned again as I pressed against him, watching Leyla now sucking on her brothers' dicks, going back and forth between them, her dusky cheeks hollowing as she loved their cocks, pleasing them with her hungry mouth.

“That could be your cock in her mouth,” I whispered. “Once Kimmy falls asleep, Leyla will give you a night you'll never forget.”

“Did he say yes, Mom?” Leyla asked, bursting into the kitchen, her skirt swirling about her lithe legs. “Did he?”

“He's still not convinced,” I told my daughter. “Why don't you show him what's on the table.”

Leyla spun around, her skirt and black hair flaring. She bent over, wiggling her ass at Todd and me. She flipped up her skirt revealing her naked ass and shaved pussy, her slit so tight and already juicy. I squeezed my daughter's firm rump and caressed her wet snatch. My fingers penetrated her barely legal cunt, feeling her silky, wet depths while she whimpered in delight.

“I know you've been aching to slide your dick into this hot cunt,” I told him, my daughter's snatch clenching down on my fingers. She shuddered. “To feel this barely legal twat on your dick. And you can. For $1000, my daughter will be your slut tonight.”

“I will, Mr. Myers!” Leyla moaned, throwing a winsome look over her shoulders as I pulled my fingers out of her cunt. “I would sooooo love to have you in me.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Todd groaned, his cock bulging his gray sweatpants.

“Well?” I asked, holding my wet fingers before his face, letting him smell my daughter's tangy pussy.

His nostrils flared. “I don't have that much cash.”

“That's okay,” I smiled, tapping the little, white square stuck into a port on my iPad with a small slit at the top like you'd see on a debit machine at the store. “I can take credit card.” Jalal was such a smart boy. He hooked me up with Square so my Johns could pay for it. “It'll look like a charitable donation to my daughter's school club. I'm the adviser of it.” President Carver helped set it up.

He was so eager for Sunday to arrive so he could fuck my daughter and me all day.

“Let me get my wallet,” Todd said.

Leyla squealed in delight.

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