Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 60
His cock pulsed. I breathed in his salty musk, his pubic hair tickling my nose and lips while his cum pumped directly into my belly. The jizz warmed through my depths. I shuddered, my asshole clenching about Lee's probing tongue as Clint used me as a cum-bucket, a hole to pump his spunk into.
As nothing more than the whore I was.
My orgasm exploded through me. My pussy convulsed. Juices squirted down my thighs. I moaned about his dick as it kept firing cum into my stomach. He groaned and grunted as his pleasure surged through him.
“That's it,” Vicky moaned. “That's how you become a good slave. Just letting your Master use you, slut.”
I whimpered and trembled. Stars burst before my eyes. I wiggled my hips, Lee's tongue still squirming through my spasming bowels, sending new ripples of heat through my body while I drowned in my whorish lust.
I loved it. Being a slut. A whore.
I stared up at Clint as he grunted a final time, satisfaction crossing his face. I gave him pleasure, and he made me cum.
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Leyla Umayyah
“That was so much fun!” Kimmy said as the shower sprayed across her body, washing off the cum that had dried in silvery streaks and dribbles across her petite body. She ducked her blonde hair beneath it, rubbing at the cum matting her curls together.
“Yeah,” Izzy nodded on the other side, scrubbing her big tits, a smile on the redhead's lips.
“God, I kept cumming and cumming,” Kendra said, her ebony body glistening as she wiggled her butt into the spray, her fingers sliding through her crack, washing the boys' spunk out of her asshole. “Thanks for showing us what it's like to be a slut, Leyla.”
“Yeah,” I said, my emotions boiling. I had enjoyed it. Until I caught my mother cheating on Daddy. She was a slut, just like me. But a married slut. I hadn't given myself to a man, promised to be only his, and then fucked others behind her back. I was mostly okay with her fucking my brothers, at least they were family. But Clint, Carter, Pete, and who knew how many other of her male students?
No wonder she knew how to train me as a slut! I should have realized it. But I was so caught up in my own emotions, at first scared about experiencing all these new delights, and then so thrilled to be able to enjoy them, reveling in my whorish behavior that I hadn't even thought about it.
Daddy had to know about Mom.
“Leyla?” Kimmy said, giving me a frown. She bit her lower lip, her braces flashing. “Is something...?”
“Yes, something is wrong!” I snapped, my hands scrubbing my dusky tits clean of all the boys' cum. I wanted to just be buzzing right now. I had been gangbanged. So many boys had fucked me. And my orgasms...
So many wonderful orgasms.
And my slut-mother had to ruin it!
“My mother is a cheating whore!” I growled.
“Oh, no,” Kimmy gasped. “But I thought she loved your father.”
“So did I.” My hands clenched.
“Well, I mean, I like your brother.” My blonde friend shivered. “A lot. And... he doesn't mind that I'm a slut.”
“Jalal is a gentle boy. He's not a man like my father. A man expects his wife to be faithful.” I clenched my fists.
“Why should your mother be faithful?” Izzy asked. “I mean, your dad fucks you. You're bringing Kimmy home so he can fuck her, too.”
I shuddered in delight. “I am. He's such a good supporter. He deserves some young pussy.”
Izzy shook her head. “So your dad can fuck you and Kimmy, but your mom has to be faithful? That doesn't seem fair.”
“Of course it's fair,” I said. “Because... because... He's a man. He has needs that slutty girls like me and you stir in him. We make him hard, so we have to help him out.”
“That is so fucked up,” Izzy said. “You have needs, too. We all do. That's why we just let ourselves get gangbanged. You make it sound like it's all right for men to be cheating pigs and wrong if us girls do it. Either it's all right, or it's all wrong.”
“Well...” I frowned then shook my head. “You just don't understand. She's his wife! She's cheating on him behind his back!”
“He's cheating on her with your pussy.”
“She sent me to his bed!” I gave Izzy a hard look. “She was there the first time he fucked me. She told him he could fuck Kimmy. But she never mentioned anything to Dad about fucking my brothers, and she...” My eyes widened. “Oh, my god, she was fucking someone else all last night. Maybe Clint? Or another of her students! That's why she's wearing the same clothes as yesterday. She didn't go home and fuck Daddy which meant...”
“What?” Kimmy asked me.
“It wasn't my daddy's cum I licked out of her pussy!” I let out a shriek of betrayed disgust. “Ooh, she's so horrible.”
“Naw, she's taking her pleasure where she wants,” Kendra said. “Mmm, she doesn't care about what anyone thinks about her. I like it.”
I glared at my friend. Izzy nodded her head. I whipped around to look at Kimmy, my black hair swaying wet behind her. “Do you think she's amazing for being a whore?”
“Well...” Kimmy bit her lip. “I mean, I had sex with Daddy last night, and he was cheating on my mom. That was wrong, but... I liked it. And... I don't want to stop.”
“It's because you're all American girls. You just don't understand. You're all whores anyways!”
“Yeah, being Muslim made you and your mother sooooo different from us,” Izzy said before slapping off her shower. “You really think you're better than us? You had your brothers fuck you before fifty or sixty guys. Then you went and fucked a good half of those. Yep, just a bastion of morality you are. Showing us slutty American girls how horrible we are.”
I flushed. “I'm not better than you. I didn't mean that. But my mother should be. She married him. She swore her oaths to be faithful and supportive. She should have talked to Daddy about it or something. She shouldn't have cheated on him!” I smacked my shower off, the warm water cutting off to a few drips. “And I'm going to tell him. I'm going to expose her! Daddy deserves to know.”
Kimmy bit her lip. “Maybe he does. She is doing it behind his back.” A worried look entered her eyes as she turned off the shower. “I'll be there for you, Leyla.”
I smiled at the support in Kimmy's eyes. Then I hugged her, pressing her small tits into my wet, round breasts. I think she would make a great sister. I really hoped things kept working out between her and my brother.
“I think I know where your mother was last night, Leyla.”
I swallowed, took a deep breath, and asked where.
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