Daughter's Slut - S01 E66

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E66

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 66

Leyla Umayyah

Excitement burst through me as Daddy and I reached the door, Mommy-slave following behind us. She had a stiffness to her gate from being buggered so hard by Mr. Myers twenty minutes ago. Listening to her whorish grunts had made my pussy so wet as I sucked Daddy's cock.

And now I would get to satiate my cunt. Daddy was whoring me out for the first time. He was my pimp now. He would collect the money and choose who Mom, my friends, and I would fuck. We would make him so much money unlike Mom who wasted all the money she made off of us on lingerie to please her student lovers.

“One minute!” President Ian Carver, who ran my college, shouted from inside. He sounded so eager. He had paid to fuck Mom and me all day today. A $1000 to enjoy our bodies. To watch us commit incest before him while fucking our bodies.

It was so naughty.

The door opened. President Carver, wearing a bathrobe, eyes fell when he saw my tall, burly father. The balding administrator had almost Daddy's height, but he didn't have the muscled body brought about by working in construction for the last two decades. Nor did he have the fierce, bristling beard that gave him such an angry, imposing vibe.

My Daddy was the sexist of men.

I couldn't help but smiling as fear sprouted in President Carver's eyes. He swallowed and said, “This is such a surprise, Jawdat,” he said, looking past me to my mommy-slave standing behind me. It was always so weird hearing Mom's real name. At school, everyone called her Mrs. Umayyah. “Did we have an appointment or something with your family?”

“My wife told me everything,” Daddy said, his voice almost a growl. “How you fucked my barely legal daughter for money, how you paid my whore-wife for the privileged, and how you paid again to fuck them all day long. Both of them. My wife. My daughter.”

“Oh, Jesus,” President Carver said, the color draining out of his face. He backed up, intimidated by my daddy. “I... I don't... It was... I...”

“Daddy, stop being so mean,” I said, so eager to fuck President Carver again. He'd been the first man I ever prostituted myself to. Not my first fuck. My younger brother Jalal gave me that delight. “We're still going to have fun with you today, President Carver. I really, really enjoyed your dick. It made me cum so hard.”

The president still looked terrified, though now his eyes bulged, unsure what was happening. But he backed off, letting us enter the house. I gave him such a supportive smile, wanting to let him know that he didn't need to be afraid. That my mommy-slave and I would do everything we could to make him feel good.

“So, uh, Karim,” President Carver said, “this is, uh, really... You're fine with... this?”

“And if I wasn't, would that have stopped you from fucking my wife and daughter behind my back?” Daddy demanded.

The president flinched again. “Well...”

“Just hand over the money, and then enjoy them,” Daddy said.

“Right, right,” President Carver said, sounding dazed, almost frightened even. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his robe, pulled out the rolled wad of twenties, and handed it over. “So, uh, I guess we should start.”

“We should,” I said. I looked up at Daddy and could tell he was eager for it. He'd watched me fuck Jalal before, and it had turned him on so much. He'd jerked his dick watching my barely legal body writhe with my younger brother.

And now he'd get to watch me being a prostitute. It made my nineteen-year-old cunt clench so hard. A dizzy wave of heat washed through me.

“Mommy-slave, strip!” I commanded while pushing Daddy back to sit on a recliner. I winked at him and whispered, “Enjoy.”

“You, too, my little flower,” he told me, stroking my cheek. I shuddered and let out such a wanton moan.

My clothes flew off as fast as I could while both President Carver and my daddy watched my nubile body bare itself. My round breasts jiggled free of my blouse, my hands stroking my dusky flesh. My brown nipples were hard and tingling, aching to be used. Beside me, Mom bared those big tits of hers, so soft and succulent.

I couldn't help touching them. I squeezed them while President Carver let out such a low groan of delight. I grinned at him, shaking my hips, my skirt falling down my thighs exposing the rest of my naked body, my pussy as freshly shaved as Mom's.

“Mmm, aren't these just such ripe tits, President Carver?” I asked, leaning over to nuzzle at my mom's breasts.

“Y-Yes,” he said, still nervous, rubbing hands on the hem of his sky-blue bathrobe.

But I could see twitching in the crotch. His dick grew hard watching the lesbian incest unfold before him. I gave him a dazzling grin as I rested my face against my mother's breasts, her nipple hard on my cheek. I winked at him then turned my face and sucked on her nipple.

Mom groaned, her hands working her dress off of her hips as I suckled on her nipple like I had as a baby. I loved her fat nub, nibbling on it with my soft lips. My tongue swirled around it, savoring how thick it was. How wonderful it felt in my mouth.

“Oh, Daughter,” Mom said, putting such devotion into that word. She served me, too. I had taken her place as the head woman in the family. Daddy's daughter-wife. I had wanted to find a man who would let me fuck other guys, to be a whore, and I found that person in the best man in the world.

My daddy!

I squeezed Mom's breasts, wiggling my hips, knowing Daddy watched me as much as President Carver. I sucked and nibbled on Mom's nipple, my pussy juices running down my thighs as they both stared at me.

“Oh, Daughter, you are so sweet,” Mom groaned, her hands sliding up my body to my firm, youthful titties. She squeezed them, her thumbs sweeping across my breasts and brushing my nipples. “Isn't she, Ian?”

“Yes,” the president groaned. “She is, Jawdat.”

“Mrs. Umayyah,” growled my husband. “Show my slave-wife respect.”

“Yes, yes, Mrs. Umayyah,” squeaked the president. “I'm so sorry for insulting your... slave-wife.”
“And you're going to fuck her whore-cunt,” growled Daddy, his voice so throaty. He got off on ordering us to be such sluts.

I loved it.

“You are, Ian,” moaned my mom. “My Daughter and I are going to love you. So how would you like us to please you?”

My pussy tightened in anticipation. I wanted to be ordered by my client, to be given commands. It was so hot to submit. So exciting. My juices leaked down my thighs as I purred about my mother's nipple. I nibbled on it, waiting.

“You could, um, well,” stammered the president, rubbing at his robes now, his dick peeking out the slit, so pink and in need.

“Just grow some balls and tell us to suck your dick,” Mom said, such disdain in her voice. She needed a real man to order her around.

“Suck my dick!” President Carver shouted, almost barking in fear of her. Then he cleared his throat and, with more confidence, said, “Bring your daughter over here. I want you both sucking on my dick.”

My mouth popped off my mom's nipple. I grinned and said, “Yes, President Carver.”

Together, my mom and I flowed to him, our bodies undulating, hips brushing each other. Juices ran down my thighs. I sucked in such deep, trembling breaths as I came closer and closer to him. My heart raced, thudding away in my heart. My pussy boiled with excitement. We fell to our knees before him and opened his robe.

His dick thrust up from his brown bush, his balls not nearly as big as Daddy's. Nor his cock. But it was fat. Its girth had stretched out my pussy so wonderfully when I fucked him a few days ago at school. Such a wanton swirl of desire slid through me as I leaned forward with Mom, Daddy staring at our asses. Our hands reached the president's dick. We grasped him.

“Oh, yes,” he groaned as we licked the tip of his dick together.

He stared down at us with such lust in his eyes. He craved this so much. He wanted a mother and her daughter to fuck him. He wanted us to lick and nuzzle at his cock. To make him cum so hard. He wanted to shower our faces with his jizz.

And we wanted that.

My mom and I were so much alike. I just wouldn't fuck a man behind Daddy's back. Only where he directed me. I squirmed my hips, juices running down my thighs as our tongues danced across the tip of his dick. I brushed my mom's licking organ, our lips caressing as we pleased him. Precum stained both our tongues.

He groaned as we kissed around the edge of his dick. I shuddered, loving that I shared this cock with my mother. My sexy mommy-slut. I felt so close to her now. I was glad I caught her fucking Clint yesterday. Now she could be who she truly was meant to be.

Daddy's sex slave.

“Damn,” President Carver said, rubbing his hand across his balding head. “Damn, that's it. Oooh, mother and daughter are both whores. Both sluts.”

“We are,” I cooed.

“I gave birth to such a little skank,” Mom moaned.

“And trained me.” I glanced at Mom, so thankful she did. I gave her a kiss on the lips, tasting salty precum on her face.

Then we attacked his cock. Our hands pumped up and down his shaft, Mom's atop mine. We stroked him as our tongues fluttered across this spongy tip. He groaned, shifting on his couch, his hairy chest rising and falling as we pleased him.

The sounds he made caused my pussy to grow so wet and juicy. Every lick, every suck, made my cunt tingle with wicked desires. I whimpered in delight. My heart hammered in my chest. I clenched my twat so hard as I pleasured him, aching to be filled by his shaft. I flicked my tongue up and down his tip, driving him wild.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he panted.

“Are you going to cum on our faces?” Mom hissed. “Are you going to spurt your dirty spunk on my daughter's face. On mine?”

“Are you, President Carver?” I moaned. “On your barely legal student's face?”

“Yes!” he groaned. “Then you'll lick each other clean.”

“We will,” I panted, our hands stroking his dick faster and faster. His cock twitched in our grip. “We'll snowball it back and forth.”

“My slut-Daughter and I will drive you wild.”

“So wild!” I cooed. “Cum on my our faces, President Carver. Just paint our features. Coat us in your spunk!”

“Yes,” he grunted. “I will. So much spunk on your faces. Oh, fuck, yes!”

He shuddered. His dick twitched in our hands, spasming with his passion. Hot cream splattered our faces. We pressed our cheeks tight, opening our mouths wide. We wanted to ensure that he coated us with his spunk. That every drop painted our features and dripped down our faces. I whimpered, my pussy dripping with my excitement as his jizz ran across my features.

It splattered into my mouth. I tasted the salty cum, loving it while my daddy watched. The recliner he sat on creaked. I knew he savored our whorish behavior. He ordered us to do this. He wanted us to be such sluts. Mommy and daughter prostitutes.

“Yes, yes, yes!” President Carver grunted as the final blast of cum splattered across our foreheads.