Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 46

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Mrs. Umayyah

I trembled in the bathroom of the hotel room. I stared at myself, feeling so wanton. My hijab lay on the counter, my black hair falling in sleek waves about my motherly face. My large breasts rose and fell in the silk bodice of the black nightie I wore, all lace and sheer fabric, my dark-brown nipples bled through as shadows through it, not hidden at all. It ended at my waist, showing off the matching thong I wore, my black bush bleeding around the fabric.

I shuddered. My husband thought I was chaperoning our daughter at Kimmy's house. If he knew I was whoring my body out to my student, he would divorce me. He would throw me out. But I needed this. I cared for my husband, had built a life for him, but I needed to make back that money I lost to online gambling.

And I needed to indulge my desires.

I was a slut like my daughter. I knew that now. I had made all these excuses to rationalize my behavior since discovering what was going on in Vicky Samuels classroom. I was just watching Clint fuck his women. I was just training my daughter. I was just helping out my sons who needed relief. I was just making back the money I lost. But Clint showed me the truth today. I wanted to fuck the young men I taught. I wanted to be plowed by my sons, by their friends, by my students.

And one of them, a twenty-year-old stud, waited for me to exit the bathroom and spend the night with him.

My husband had our daughter to fuck. And soon her friends. He'd be mad at me for doing this, but I wasn't any different from him. How could I pass up the chance to enjoy hot, young flesh? He couldn't pass up our daughter and the promise of her friends. Well, neither could I pass up Carter and my male students.

I had an entire night of illicit passion to feed my desires ahead of me.

I walked with a strut to the bathroom door and stepped out into the hotel room. Carter waited on the bed, naked, his body muscular from sports, a young man in his prime. A cocky grin split across his lips as she stared at my busty, curvy body. Such lust burst in his eyes. His dick, thrusting from his golden bush, twitched, already half-hard and growing larger and larger at the sight of me. He licked his lips.

“Damn, Mrs. Umayyah,” he panted as I sauntered to him, my hips swaying, my large breasts jiggling in my nightie. “Just, damn... You are so hot.”

“Hotter than those young coeds you normally date?” I asked, my voice sounding like honey.

“So much hotter.” He salivated for me. It wasn't a lie to flatter me. “They don't have your body. Those tits... Jesus, those tits are dynamite.”

I squeezed them through my nightie, the fabric rubbing on my nipples. “These? You love these tits?”

“God, yes,” he groaned, rising from the bed. His cock thrust hard before him. The muscles of his body rippled as he walked to me. I drank in the sight of my college coeds body, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. “I'm going to enjoy them.”

“Yes, you are,” I moaned as he seized me and pulled me close.

His hands cupped my butt-cheeks left naked by the narrow back of my thong. He pulled me tight against him, his lips catching mine in a hot kiss. I shuddered against him, rubbing my body on his, feeling his hard dick pressing on my stomach. My pussy ached to be penetrated by him. To be fucked like a slut. The way Clint had fucked me today.

I was such a wicked wife. Such a naughty mom. A slutty teacher.

I moaned into the kiss, my arms slipping around his neck, clinging to him as he massaged my ass. His fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He pulled me so tight into his cock, his shaft like iron against me. The source of all the pleasure I'd receive tonight.

Such strength. Such virility.

I shivered as his hands moved. They slid up my body, crossing the silk of the nightie I bought yesterday just for tonight. I'd never worn anything like this lingerie before I modeled them for my son. I'd been a good, Muslim woman for far, far too long.

His hands squeezed my breasts. My nipples throbbed as the silken fabric slid across them. He kneaded them through the nightie. He groaned into my kiss, loving the feel of them. I shuddered against him, wiggling my hips, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

“Damn, Mrs. Umayyah,” he groaned, breaking the kiss. “These tits are amazing. They're so fucking big.”

“Mmm, they are,” I purred, rubbing my nose against his. “And you feel like you know just how to please them.”

“Uh-huh,” he groaned, his fingers brushing my nipples through them. “And that thong... It's just as hot as the one you were wearing during class.”

“And you were just so naughty and took that pair off of me,” I groaned. “I had pussy juices dripping down my thighs all day.”

He gave me such a naughty grin and squeezed my tits. “How wet are you right now?”

“Why don't you just find out? I've been teasing you with my pussy for the last two days. Now... Now you can enjoy it.”

His blue eyes smoldered with passion. The stud slid down my body, kneeling on the floor before me. His hands caressed up and down my thighs as he stared at my crotch, my bush so thick, spilling about the black cloth. It almost blended in, but my pubic hair had a lustrousness that caught the light. He breathed in, let out a groan.

“Damn, you smell good, Mrs. Umayyah.”

“Don't I?” I asked, my body shaking. “Come on, just slide it off and find out how wet I am. That's why women wear panties like these. So hot studs like you can have fun removing them.”

He grinned at me, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties. I shivered as he pulled them down, the stretching cloth sliding over my hips. The back slid out of my butt-crack. More and more of my bush was exposed, then my pussy. He breathed in again as he pulled the skimpy cloth down my dusky thighs.

I stepped out of them. He brought the thong to his face, inhaling my tangy passion. He groaned, licking the crotch before he threw my panties aside and stared right at my married cunt nestled amid my dark curls.

He had the real thing tonight.

“Carter!” I gasped as he buried his hungry mouth into my snatch.

I gripped his short, blond hair as he devoured my married cunt. His tongue licked and lapped through my folds. They danced through my labia. I threw back my head, my big breasts bouncing and jiggling as he feasted on me. He devoured my cunt. He ate me with that youthful hunger.

My husband had never done this for me.

Moans rose out of my throat. My head swept from side-to-side, my hair sliding across my back. I whimpered as the delight rose and rose inside of me. I shuddered, grinding my cunt on his hungry mouth, my pubic hair caressing his face, his nose buried in my bush.

“That's it!” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, love my pussy. That's how you please a woman, Carter. Ooh, you are such a stud.”

He paid good money to eat my pussy, to be with me all night, and he wasn't wasting his opportunity. His tongue jammed into the depths of my married cunt. I shuddered on him. My breasts bounced and jiggled in the nightie. My hands clutched in his hair as the pleasure whipped through me.

Carter knew how to eat pussy.

He devoured me with such passion. He feasted on my married cunt. His blue eyes stared up at me with such youthful passion. This young stud, this man, whipped my snatch into a frenzy. My juices flowed while pleasure rippled over and over through my body.

He electrified me.

He had me trembling.

Moaning.

My eyes fluttered as the pleasure built and built in my cunt. My snatch clenched on his probing tongue. His nose brushed my clit, massaging it, sending hot sparks shooting through my body. I whimpered and moaned. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pleasure rushed through my body. I loved it. This stud drove me wild.

“Oh, yes, Carter. Make me cum! You are such a stud! Oh, yes!”

His tongue flicked to my clit. His hands clenched on my ass. He held on with his iron grip as his tongue fluttered on my bud. He attacked it. Sparks flew over and over from it. My back arched. My head threw back. I screamed out in rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, you are such a good student! Oh, yes, that's how you please your teacher! How you please a woman!”

My married cunt tightened. The pressure swelled in me as he latched his lips on my clit and sucked. My eyes widened. My entire body heaved. I gasped and moaned as my orgasm exploded in the depths of my snatch.

My flesh convulsed.

Pleasure rushed through me.

He drank my juice as they flooded out of my married cunt.

“Oh, yes! This is amazing! Such a stud! Such a wonderful stud, Carter!”

My body heaved. I ground my cunt on him as he devoured my twat. The pleasure rushed through me. Left me heaving and moaning. I swayed, clinging to his blond hair. Such rapture surged through my body.

And then he rose. He seized me in his arms before I knew what was happening. I gasped, still writhing in orgasmic bliss. He carried me to the bed, so strong, and threw me down on it like a slut. Like a whore.

I was a whore.

I rolled onto my hands and knees, my hips wiggling, throwing a look over my shoulder at him. My heavy breasts, still contained in my nightie, swayed beneath me. He stared at me with such hunger, mounting the bed, stroking his dick with one hand.

“Yes, yes, fuck me!” I groaned. “Ram that cock into me! I need it!”

“God, you are such a MILF!” he groaned. “Jesus, I can't believe I'm about to fuck you, Mrs. Umayyah. Fuckin' A!”

He grabbed my hip with his left hand, his right guiding his cock. I shuddered as his tip touched my married pussy. Another student about to fuck me hard. My fingers clenched on the sheets as his dick found my entrance.

He thrust into me.

His crotch smacked into my ass. His balls swung into my clit. My breasts swayed. “Mrs. Umayyah!”

“Just fuck me!” I hissed, my cunt clenching on his invading dick. He filled my married cunt to the hilt, almost as hung as my sons and husbands. I shuddered, clenching down on his girth. “Pound me!”

“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah!”

He gripped my hips with both hands, drew back his cock, and slammed it into my depths again. And again. And again.

Over and over, he plunged his cock into my cunt. He fucked me so hard, driving into me with all the passion that a young man could give his woman. His balls thwacked again and again into my clit. Sparks flew through me. My snatch clenched on his dick, the silky friction burning between us.