Daughter's Slut Training Collection 2

by Reed James

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she panted between hungry licks, her eyes completely glazed with incestuous desire.

  She jammed her tongue so deep into my cunt. She swirled it around. My back arched. My toes curled against the cool tiles. I whimpered, my breasts heaving. The steam caressed my body as my daughter made love to my hot pussy.

  My asshole leaked out more cum. I licked my lips, knowing she needed to clean that hole, too. Just thinking about her mouth rimming my asshole sent shivers through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I turned around, pressing my ass into her face.

  “Clean your mother's butthole, too, slut!” I hissed.

  “Yes, Mother!” she moaned, so submissive, so eager to love me.

  Her fingers pulled apart my butt-cheeks. Her face pressed into my crack. And then her tongue lapped up the jizz leaking out of my asshole, seasoned by my sour musk. She was such a naughty slut, so willing to do something so filthy.

  Her tongue reached my asshole, swirling around it, soothing the lingering soreness from my sons' pounding cocks. Then her tongue pressed on my sphincter. I whimpered, my big tits jiggling before me, my pussy dripping juices down my thighs.

  Her tongue wiggled into my asshole.

  “You nasty slut!” I snarled. “Oh, yes, you fucking whore, lick your mother's asshole. Make her all nice and clean.”

  She moaned, “Uh-huh,” as she probed my asshole, sending such velvety delight rippling through my body.

  Her hands swept around my thighs, sliding up them. I trembled, my butthole clenching on her probing tongue. And then her fingers found my dripping snatch. I groaned as her fingers stroked through my hot pussy, caressing my labia and clit, sending pleasure to mix with the delight burning in my asshole.

  She swirled her tongue through my bowels, reaching as deep as she could searching for more incestuous cum. She drew out her brothers' spunk, moaning her delight. I seized the shower door, bracing myself on it as she sent rapture trembling through me.

  Two of her fingers penetrated my cunt.

  “Oh, yes, you little whore!” I snarled. “That's it. Just probe that tongue into my asshole and finger my cunt. You are such a slut. So willing to lick your mother. To please her. Just a lesbian whore! You are such a shameful daughter!”

  She moaned, licking harder, plunging her fingers faster. She was so excited. I could feel it. She wanted to cum, the naughty slut. I humped back into her tongue, using her. The pleasure swelled and swelled in the depths of my cunt.

  My pussy clenched on her fingers.

  My asshole drank in her sweeping tongue.

  Her thumb brushed my clit, massaged my bud.

  My tits heaved as I shuddered.

  “You fucking slut!” I snarled, voice so throaty, rising over the sound of the shower. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  My orgasm burst through me. My pussy convulsed on her probing fingers. Silky flesh massaged her digits while waves of rapture washed out of me. My asshole clenched on her tongue. Velvety ecstasy swept out of my bowels, joining the rush of euphoria from my cunt.

  It all reached my mind.

  My head tossed back and forth, my black hair sweeping about my shoulders. My moans sang out through the bathroom. The shower door rattled as my body quivered. Stars danced before my eyes as the pleasure bathed my mind.

  “Such a shameful daughter!” I moaned. “So eager to eat ass and pussy! To suck her father's dick. To fuck her brothers' cocks! You're just a whore!”

  “I am, Mother!” Leyla moaned, plunging her fingers through my cumming pussy, keeping my pleasure rippling through me. “Your slut, Mother! Yours!”

  I shuddered at those words, my pleasure peaking through me. Oh, she would make me so much money.

  * * *

  Leyla Umayyah

  It felt so strange to walk through my college without my hijab on. I felt everyone staring at my immodest hair. I drank it in, my pussy growing so hot beneath my long skirt. I wore no panties or bra, my juices trickling down my thighs, my nipples rubbing into my blouse. They poked against it, showing everyone how much of a whore I was.

  “Well, dang, Leyla,” Kendra Cooke, one of my friends, said when she spotted me. The Black girl rushed over, her exposed hair short and fuzzy, in a little mini-afro that made her look so cute. Her belly shirt clung to her round breasts.

  Suddenly, I wanted to touch those chocolate mounds. I was such a slut.

  “Did you forget your headscarf?” she asked, falling in beside me. “Your mom will freak when we have math.”

  “It's fine,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I just...everyone should know.”

  “Know what?” she asked.

  “That I'm a slut,” I said, my pussy clenching so hard, my body so hot. “Mother helped me understand it.”

  “You're a slut?” Kimmy Meyers asked, falling in beside me. Her blonde hair fell about her slender face. She was a petite girl, so skinny. As she spoke, braces flashed on her teeth. “What are you talking about, Leyla?”

  “I'm just a whore,” I said. “I'm not a good, Muslim girl like I thought. I've had sex.”

  “With whom?” Kimmy asked, her eyes so wide, her cheeks blushing dark. She was as close as an American girl could come to being modest, her clothes as conservative as mine. But she left her hair exposed.

  “What has Kimmy blushing?” my third close friend, Izzy, asked. The redhead pressed up on Kendra's other side, her plump lips pursed in question. Those were such kissable lips.

  Flashes of having a lesbian orgy with my friends popped into my mind.

  “Who took your cherry?” Kendra asked. “Was it Adam?”

  I shook my head. Should I tell them just how much of a slut I was? They had all heard the rumors about Clint. I'd seen the speculation in Kendra and Izzy's eyes whenever that came up. Were they thinking about their fathers? Did Kimmy ever wonder about her brother Carter?

  He was cute.

  Or did they wish they were one of Clint's whores?

  “Was it Clint?” Kimmy asked, her voice squeaking. “Did you...?”

  “I heard if it's not his cousin or sister,” Izzy said, voice low, “you got to be Asian to attract his attention.”

  “The Middle East is part of Asia,” Izzy said defensively.

  “But it's not slanted eyes and yellow-olive skin from Japan or Korea. He's got that yellow fever.”

  “It wasn't Clint.” I took a deep breath. They would figure it out eventually. “It was Jalal.”

  “Your brother?” gasped Kimmy, her cheeks going utterly red.

  I nodded my head.

  “You are a slut,” Kendra said, a smile playing on her lips. “What was it like?”

  I opened my mouth to say it when my older brother Faizel appeared. “I need you, Leyla,” he said, seizing my arm and pulling me away from my friends. “Right now.”

  “Oh, okay, brother,” I said, shivering. Faizel was like father, but younger. My pussy clenched. I hadn't been with him yet. It was too busy this morning getting ready for college to let him have a chance. But there was a few minutes before our first class. “Bye.”

  “You're not,” Izzy gasped as Faizel led me away.

  I just grinned at her. “I'm a slut.”

  My three friends stared at me in astonishment as Faizel pulled me to a supply closet and yanked me inside, not caring who saw us. I shuddered. I would have a reputation like Clint's cousin Lee. Guys would know about me.

  My pussy burned, molten juices flooding out of my cunt.

  “Damn, sister,” Faizel groaned, pressing me against a shelf face first, his hands squeezing my ass through my skirt. “Do you know how many times I rubbed one out thinking of your hot body?”

  “No,” I gasped. I thought only Jalal was jerking off to me. I felt so...sexy. So hot. I inspired such lust in all the men in my family. “I'm so sorry. You should fuck me right away. You should know what I feel like first hand. I'm sorry Mom had to take my place in your bed last night.”

  “Oh, I'm not. Our mother's a hot
slut like you.”

  “She's not a slut!” I gasped as my big brother hiked up my skirt.

  “Right,” he snorted, his hands touching my naked ass. He slid lower, brushing my freshly shaved pussy. I groaned as he ran his fingers across my smooth vulva. “Damn, you are soaked. That eager to be fucked by your big brother?”

  “I am!” I groaned. “People saw us come in here, too. They'll know.”

  “Maybe I'll get Clint's reputation,” he grinned. “Then the girls will really want to bang me.”

  His zipper rasped. Clothing rustled. And then his cock smacked my ass. I shuddered, loving the feel of his hot shaft. He spanked my rump again and again, the lewd sound echoing through the supply closet. I whimpered, my nipples throbbing against my blouse, fresh juices tickling my thighs as they leaked out of my whorish flesh.

  I wiggled my hips, panting like a whore for my brother's cock. He dragged the tip down my butt-cheek, leaving a smear of hot precum in his wake. And then he pressed it against my pussy, rubbing it up and down.

  “Fuck me, brother!” I moaned.

  “Damn, you are a complete slut, baby sis!”

  Faizel thrust.

  “I am!” I screamed, my pussy clenching around his dick. His balls smacked into my clit.

  He drew back and thrust in again. And again. He pounded me. My brother used my pussy, grunting with every hard plunge into my dripping snatch. My cunt clenched down on his girth. He reached so deep into me fucking me from behind. I gripped the shelf. It rattled, cleaning products shifting as my brother fucked me like a whore.

  I loved it. His incestuous dick stirred my cunt up. Juices flooded out of me while pleasure rippled through me. The friction was intense. It left me trembling and moaning. My eyes rolled back into my head. I whimpered and panted, swiveling my hips, stirring his cock through me.

  “Oh, yes! Fuck my cunt, big brother! Use me! I'm the family's whore!”

  “Yes, you are!” he grunted. “I should bring you to my friend's house. Pass you around like a party favor.”

  “Do that!” I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. “I want that so badly. Oh, yes, pound me so fucking hard, big brother! Make me explode on that amazing cock!”

  “Yes!”

  His balls thwacked over and over into my clit. My cunt clenched down on his dick every time. Friction burned so hot in my silky sheath. The pleasure surged through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips swiveling, matching the ferocity of his thrusts.

  He rammed that dick so hard and fast into me. He loved his little sister's hot cunt. My twenty-year-old brother pounding me. I gasped and moaned. My breasts heaved beneath my blouse, nipples rubbing on my clothing. Adding more delight to his plunging cock.

  My toes curled in my shoes.

  My orgasm swelled in me.

  “I want you to cum in me, big brother!” I hissed. “I want one of the men in our family to breed me!”

  I hoped it would be Father who bred me.

  “Shit!” he grunted. “You are such a whore, little sis! I'm going to get you gangbanged. I'm going to have you passed around between my friends. You'll be dripping in jizz.”

  “I want that!” I howled, my pussy clenching down on his dick. “That sounds amazing. Do it!”

  “Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting his cock so deep into me, brushing my cervix.

  My orgasm built and built in me. Every thrust of his dick brought me closer to my explosion of rapture. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back into my head. I squeezed my cunt down on his dick, loving his shaft plunging into me. He gave me what I needed.

  My pussy spasmed. My orgasm rippled through me. I screamed out in wordless pleasure as ecstasy flooded through my body. His dick pounded my convulsing snatch. His every thrust kept my climax alive. Kept me trembling.

  “Shit, you got a hot cunt, baby sis!” he snarled.

  “And it's so in need of your jizz to fill it!” I moaned. “Just cum in me, big brother! Flood me with all your spunk!”

  He grunted, driving his cock to the hilt of my spasming snatch. His incestuous cum fired into my depths. His cream splashed against my cervix. My pussy milked his cock, drawing out every drop of his excitement as he groaned and gasped.

  I shuddered with him. My eyes widened. Stars danced across my eyes as my pleasure peaked through me. My brother used me like a slut. It made me feel so amazing. I was such a shameful woman. And I loved it.

  “Damn, baby sis,” he groaned, his cock softening in my cunt. “I'm going to enjoy fucking you every chance I get. You and Mom.”

  “Mmm,” I just purred, drifting on the bliss of my orgasm.

  * * *

  Mrs. Umayyah

  “Why does your mother want you to stay?” I heard Kendra whisper to my daughter as my other students filed out. I had my daughter in my math class with her three friends before the lunch hour began.

  “Because she needs me to be a whore,” my daughter said.

  I blinked at that, shocked Leyla had told her friends.

  Kimmy blushed, her body shuddering while Izzy gave a wicked laugh, her red hair sweeping about her round face. Kendra gave my daughter a speculative look. Then the Black girl glanced at me, her eyes dancing.

  “Well, girl, you have fun,” Kendra said, grabbing Izzy and pulling the chortling girl away. Kimmy followed in their wake, scurrying away, her body so cute and yet so whorish, her nipples hard against her blouse.

  All the American girls were such sluts. But none of them had mothers to mold them properly like I did with my Leyla.

  “Go sit on my desk,” I told my daughter. “And look like a slut. Be sexy. He'll be here soon.”

  My daughter nodded her head, her eyes glossy with desire, nipples poking at her blouse with whorish lust. My own nipples were hard, my pussy itching to see my daughter fuck another man. To take money in exchange for selling her cunt.

  I couldn't wait.

  Luckily, President Carver didn't keep me waiting long. He entered my classroom a few minutes later dressed in a cheap suit, his brown hair balding, glasses perched on his serious face. He frowned, spotting my daughter perched on my desk like an slutty siren.

  “Mrs. Umayyah,” he said, shifting. “What did you need to see me about?”

  I took his hand and led him before my daughter. She had such a winsome smile on her lips, her dark eyes smoldering. She oozed sexuality. The perfect, naughty coquettishness that would make any guy hard.

  President Carver shifted, trying to casually adjust himself.

  “I know you've been looking at the girls,” I told him as he stared at my daughter. “Lusting for them.”

  “What?” he spluttered. “Of course not. I would never do that! I'm a married man and...”

  His words trailed off as my daughter, following her whorish instincts, unbuttoned her blouse. Her barely legal titties spilled out, so ripe and round, her dark nipples hard. She squeezed her boobs, her smile now naughty and wicked, her eyes flashing.

  “Really?” I asked, moving away from him and behind my desk. I pulled my daughter's blouse off her shoulders and down her arms as she preened for the president, her first John. “You've never stared at those firm, youthful titties wishing you could just squeeze them.”

  My pussy itched, juices flooding my panties. I reached around my daughter, squeezing those firm, pliant breasts. Sweat broke out on the president's forehead. His face flushed as he stared at me fondling my daughter's tits.

  “You lust for these breasts,” I groaned, my daughter shuddering. “You want to fuck the coeds. Don't deny it. I understand. They're so wanton, maturing into their gorgeous bodies. Budding and ripening, begging to be plucked.”

  “Ooh, yes, pluck me,” groaned Leyla. Her leg extended. The little minx had slipped off her shoe and rubbed her sock-clad foot into his crotch, pressing on his bulging hardon.

  “What are you doing?” the president asked, voice so strangled.

  “Feeling your dick,” purred Leyla. “You're so hard. Does staring at my tits
make you that hard, President Carver?”

  “I think it does,” I purred, kissing my daughter's shoulder. I squeezed those tits hard, sinking my fingers into her pliant flesh. “He wants his hands on these tits. He wants to suck your nipples. To fuck your tight, barely legal cunt.”

  “Fuck,” the president groaned, licking his licks. “Mrs. Umayyah, this is...”

  “Wrong?” I asked him. “Why? Because you're married? Because she's a student? Because she's my daughter? She's a slut. It doesn't matter with her. She has a whore-pussy that needs to be fucked. And for a price, you can enjoy her.”

  “Yes, yes,” moaned Leyla, rubbing her foot harder into his crotch. “My pussy is for sale. And it'll make your dick feel so good, President Carver. I've been practicing. Mother's helped to train me.”

  The president let out a lust-filled groan, his eyes staring at her crotch. I shivered, my cunt begging to be touched, to be fucked. I wanted to frig myself right now. I couldn't wait to watch him take my daughter hard.

  From behind me, through the wall separating my classroom with Vicky Samuels, I heard a soft moan. I knew Clint and his harem were having their fun while I had mine. I didn't have to watch them through my peephole any longer.

  Not when I could watch my daughter whore herself out right before my eyes.

  “Just a hundred dollars, and you can slide your dick into my daughter's young cunt,” I purred. “You can finally fuck one of those hot students you've been lusting for. Your wife will never know. It'll be our secret.”

  “Yes, yes, I won't tell anyone, President Carver. I just want to fuck you so badly. Please, pay my mother so I can feel your dick in me.”

  “Yes!” he groaned.

  * * *

  Leyla Umayyah

  I shuddered as I kept rubbing my foot into President Carver's crotch, feeling his dick in there. The dick I'd fuck for money. He fumbled to pull out his wallet from his back pocket, almost dropping it. He opened the leather wallet, pulling out twenty dollar bills.

  He handed five to my mother.

  “Enjoy,” she purred. I didn't know if she spoke to me or the president. Maybe both.