Daughter's Slut Training Collection 2

by Reed James

  “She is,” whimpered Leyla. “Oh, Mother, yes. That's so good. Lick deeper. There's more of his cum in my cunt.”

  My tongue thrust as deep as I could reach into her snatch. My tongue swirled, gathering their mixed fluids. I groaned, loving the taste. My tongue thrust in over and over, searching for more. I wiggled my hips. My pussy smoldering in my panties. I clenched my fingers on my daughter's thighs, fighting the urge to masturbate.

  I had to keep up the performance. I had to clean my daughter's snatch.

  The flavors melted on my tongue. The president's salty cum. My daughter's tangy pussy. What a treat. I curled my tongue, scooping it out of her twat. I shivered, shuddered. Whimpers escaped my lips as I feasted on my daughter's cunt.

  “Oh, yes, Mother!” she bucked. “I'm going to cum on your face!”

  “Yes, yes, cum on your mother's face!” groaned President Carver. “You little whore. Just explode.”

  “I will, sir,” my daughter gasped. Her fingers found her nipples, twisting, pinching, abusing the little nubs as her passion swelled. “Mother, please, my clit! I need you to play with my clit.”

  My tongue flicked up through her folds, brushing her little bud. She trembled, gasped. Her thighs tightened against my hijab, pinning the cloth tight against my modestly covered hair. I sucked on her bud, her entire body trembling.

  And then she moaned out in pure rapture.

  Tangy cream flooded out of her pussy. It poured into mine. I drank my daughter's pussy cream. The president groaned, moving behind me, his cock fully hard again. I ignored him, focusing on my daughter's snatch. On her delicious juices. And on the cum washing out of the depths of her twat. I gathered it on my tongue, loved it.

  Then froze as she screamed, “Mother!”

  The president hiked up my skirt. A wanton shudder rushed through me as he flipped it over my ass, his hands squeezing my rump through my panties. His finger dragged down my rear to the gusset of my underwear, pushing the crotch into my pussy lips, feeling how wet I was.

  “What are you doing?” I groaned, lifting my face from my daughter's pussy. “I'm married. My pussy is off limits to you.”

  “Is it?” he asked, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down, exposing my cunt to the air. I quivered then groaned, his cock sliding through my bush to rub on my pussy lips directly. “Or is your pussy for sell like your daughter's cunt?”

  The tip of his dick nudged at my pussy. Only my husband should touch me there. I was a good woman. Not a whorish slut. But President Carver's dick felt sooooo good. My pussy was on fire. And his cock was so thick. What would it feel like in me?

  My hands squeezed my daughter's thighs as she thrashed in orgasmic bliss.

  “How much for your cunt, Mrs. Umayyah?” the president asked.

  “I'm not...for sale!” I panted. Then, with the greatest effort of will, I stood up and yanked down my skirt. I spun around, facing him, my breasts heaving in my blouse. My pussy burning, itching, demanding to be pleasured. “If you need to get off again, fuck my daughter. You paid for her holes!”

  A look burned in President Carver's eyes, lust. He stared at me as a woman he wanted to feast on, a slut he wanted to devour. To use. A tremble ran through my body. I stepped back, my hands clenched so tight. A force pulled at me, like gravity, drawing me towards his cock.

  “I did pay for her holes,” he said and flicked his eyes to my daughter. “This time.”

  I shuddered, taking a deep breath. He may think he could buy me, but I wasn't a slut. I wasn't. I backed up to one of my student's desks, perching on it, my panties still bunched around my thighs. My hand traveled up beneath my skirt.

  Found my pussy.

  I groaned as he seized my daughter and flipped her onto her belly. I rubbed my hot flesh, giving my cunt the satisfaction it craved. I thrust four fingers into my greedy hole. Pleasure shivered through me as my daughter grunted out in pleasure.

  * * *

  Leyla Umayyah

  Confusion wreathed me as I came down from my orgasmic high. My mother did something slutty for money. She licked my pussy clean of my client's cum. Just like I did for her this morning, cleaning my brothers' spunk out of her when she was forced to satiate the desires I caused in them.

  I couldn't believe it.

  I was so dazed by it, I wasn't paying attention until President Carver seized my hips and flipped me onto my belly on my mother's desk. I gasped, my tits pressing into the cool surface, my nipples throbbing. My feet found the floor. I was bent over the desk now, my rump quivering. His hands seized my butt-cheeks.

  And rammed his dick into my bowels.

  My pussy juices staining his dick gave him some lube, but it still sent a burning shock through me. I gasped in a mix of pain and rapture. His dick seared into my velvety asshole, And that felt exciting. It felt so naughty.

  Only a slut would enjoy this.

  So I did.

  “Yes, President Carver, fuck my daughter's slutty asshole,” Mother moaned, fingering her pussy again, her lips smeared with my cunt juices and some of my client's spunk. It made her look so slutty.

  Faizel claimed our mother was a slut. But...she couldn't be. She was so...proper. But...she licked my pussy for money and...

  “Yes!” I groaned, the pleasure swelling in my asshole as President Carver fucked me without mercy. He hammered his cock into my rectum. He sodomized me with a hungry passion. “Fuck my ass! Satiate your cock in my bowels! Oh, President Carver, yes! Work that cock in and out of me! I love it!”

  “Such a slut you raised, Mrs. Umayyah!” he grunted. “Such a little whore.”

  “Uh-huh,” Mom cooed. “She is. Enjoy that sweet asshole. It's practically cherry. Only her father's enjoyed it.”

  President Carver grunted. He hammered my asshole hard, plowing his dick into my bowels. I savored it. He buggered me with such passion. His balls smacked over and over into my taint. I kept whimpered, cooing as the pleasure surged through me. So hot. So rough. So primal and naughty. My pussy dripped juices, the heat swelling in my depths, turning my cunt into molten lava.

  I bucked my hips up, my rump smacking into his crotch. I savored the sound, flesh meeting flesh. The sounds of fucking. Of being a whore. My bowels clenched on his dick, massaging him, pleasing him.

  “Please, please, dump your cum in my asshole, President Carver!” I gasped. “Just erupt in me.”

  “I will, you little tramp. Goddamn, this sweet ass!” He planted his hands on either side of my body, hammering my asshole so hard. He pressed my body into the desk, my clit rubbing on the sharp edge. “I'm going to fill your ass with my cum.”

  “Good!” I groaned. “Yes, yes, do it! I need it.”

  “My little slut!” gasped Mom, her tits heaving beneath her dress, her hijab slipping on her face, letting some of her black hair peek out.

  I ground my clit against the desk edge as my asshole drank in the rough friction of President Carver's hard thrusts. He reamed my asshole. He sodomized me with every ounce of passion he possessed. I loved it. His strokes pumped his thick cock in and out of me, giving me such pleasure.

  My next orgasm swelled in me. Another wonderful explosion of rapture. I grunted and moaned, hips wiggling, stirring his dick through my bowels. I couldn't wait for the explosion. For the euphoria to shower through me.

  I clenched my bowels on his dick.

  His cock hammered so deep into me.

  I whimpered.

  I groaned.

  I came.

  My pussy convulsed. Juices squirted out of my snatch, flooding down my thighs. My bowels writhed about his dick, caressing that amazing shaft. My back arched, pressing my tits harder into the desk's smooth surface. It creaked beneath me. My nipples drank in the sensation.

  “President Carver!” I whimpered in euphoria.

  “Such a slut!” he growled, thrusting so hard. “Cumming from being ass-fucked. What a whore!”

  “An utter slut!” gasped Mom, her body he
aving, her climax surging through her. “Cum in her asshole!”

  He rammed his dick into me. Erupted.

  I savored the liquid heat of his cum pumping into my bowels' depths. I loved it. My asshole milked his cock. I groaned, whimpered, waves of rapture shooting through me. Euphoria left me dizzy. I stared down at the floor, my black hair swaying about my face. He grunted with every blast. He bathed my asshole with his spunk.

  I reveled in the naughty feeling.

  “What an utter whore,” he panted, pulling back his cock. He plopped out of my sphincter. His cum trickled out of my well-fucked asshole.

  I just panted, trembling, dazed by my pleasure. Behind me. President Carver dressed. He left by the time I recovered enough to stand. More cum leaked out of me. Mom handed a pair of panties she produced from her purse. I guess she was ready to contain messes. I pulled them on, letting the cotton absorbed the jizz leaking out of me. Then I fetched my conservative blouse and skirt, drawing them on, too.

  “Here is your share,” Mom said, pulling out $40 from her pocket, handing me the two bills.

  “Mine?” I blinked in shock.

  “Whores get their cuts,” she said. Then she cupped my flushed face and kissed me on the brow. “Enjoy the rest of your lunch break. After classes, I'm planning another lesson with you. Both your brothers will help.”

  “Yes, Mom,” I said.

  “And don't give away your pussy to any guys but your father or brothers,” she added. “I'll find the men to fill that hot cunt of yours with the dicks you crave.”

  I trembled. “Yes, Mom.”

  “Good, go. I have to get ready for my next lesson.”

  I left her classroom behind. I blinked in shock, spotting my friend Kimmy waiting in the hallway. The petite blonde was the closest an American girl got to being a modest Muslim. She didn't wear any sort of covering over her hair, exposing it to the world, but her clothing didn't flaunt her body. She was innocent, a virgin, and so utterly cute with her braces on her teeth, making her seem younger than nineteen.

  “You had sex...with President Carver?” she asked, her cheeks crimson. Her eyes flicked to the two bills in my hand.

  “He paid to enjoy me,” I told her.

  Kimmy's jaw dropped. Her eyes widened. “Your mother whored you out?”

  I nodded, and then a slutty tingle raced through my nerves. A sudden lust for my friend blossomed in my pussy. She had this innocence that just begged for defilement. I couldn't help myself. And why should I? I embraced my inner slut. I should enjoy myself when I could.

  And she wasn't a guy.

  Kimmy gasped as I seized her hand, the crumpled bills pressed between our palms. I dragged her towards the nearest girls' restroom. She stumbled after me as I led her to the rearmost stall. I shouldered it open, the metal door banging into the wall.

  “Leyla!” Kimmy gasped as I hauled her in and slammed the door shut behind her. “What are you—”

  I kissed her.

  Hard.

  She froze as I pressed her against the stall wall, my lips working on hers. She trembled like a deer, whimpering, frightened of the desires bursting inside of her. Desires that she needed to embrace. She could be a slut without any shame. Americans reveled in it. They celebrated it. She wouldn't disappoint her parents. Men would still even marry her used body, just accepting that their women were whores while younger.

  My tongue pressed on her lips. I wiggled past, brushing the braces on her teeth. I caressed them, feeling the rough texture. They added something naughty to the kiss. My friend whimpered again. And then her lips moved.

  Worked against mine.

  Kissed me back.

  I knew she had a slut lurking in her.

  I cupped her ivory cheeks with dusky fingers, kissing her harder. My black hair brushed her blonde strands. My other hand slid down her body, brushing her side down to cup her hip. She groaned, her head tilting back, eyes squeezing shut.

  Her braces rubbed on my lips as we kissed. My tongue pressed deeper into her mouth, brushing hers. They danced around each other as I taught her how to kiss. Her lips grew more and more aggressive, her body swaying against mine.

  Making my pussy itch.

  My hand on her hip grasped her skirt. Then I drew it up. The fabric rustled. Her eyes snapped open when she realized what I was doing. I stared into her baby blues as we kissed. I kept hiking up her dress until I felt her naked thigh beneath my fingers.

  Then my hand explored upward.

  Kimmy broke our kiss. “Leyla! What are you...?” Her eyes widened as I brushed the crotch of her panties. “No!”

  “Yes,” I groaned, my fingers wiggling through the leg band to brush her silky bush. I felt wet heat. Her excitement. Then I found her pussy lips, her slit virginal tight.

  “Please, please, I'm not into girls,” she whimpered as I stroked up her slit.

  “Then why are you so wet?” I asked, kissing my friend again.

  I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth as I parted her tight folds. I felt her inner petals, soaked in her excitement. I brushed her hymen stretched over her pussy's entrance, full of little holes. I caressed back up and found her clit.

  She spasmed.

  I worked her little bud, making her whimper and groan against me. Her body trembled. Her juices flowed, slicking my fingers dancing on her clit. She sucked at my tongue. Her hands grabbed my waist, digging into my flesh through my blouse. My nipples ached as I rubbed my tits against hers, wishing we were both naked.

  I loved the heat of her on my fingers. I loved how I made her coo and whimper. The way her body trembled as I massaged her clit. I pressed hard against it. She groaned so loudly into my kiss. Her hands tightened. Her fingers almost hurt digging into my side.

  I inspired such passion in her.

  I broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. “That's it. Just let yourself go. It's okay to be a slut. I love it.”

  “I'm not, Leyla,” she gasped, her body trembling.

  “You don't get wicked desires?” I asked her. “You don't finger yourself thinking naughty thoughts?”

  “I...I...” She shivered. “I do. But...”

  “And don't tell me you hate my touch. You love it. you're dripping wet. Just like me. Touch my pussy. Let's make each other cum.”

  Her hands tightened again on my sides, her body trembling. She gripped me with such a desperate fear, afraid of what would happen if she let go. I grinned and kissed her sweet lips again, loving her, showing her it was okay to let her slut out.

  Her clit throbbed beneath my dancing fingers. I savored massaging her little bud, my own pussy growing wetter and wetter. My asshole clenched, forcing out more of President Carver's cum. Her body tensed beneath me as I felt her excitement build and build.

  And then she came.

  I made my friend cum.

  Such dizzy delight washed through me.

  She groaned and whimpered against me. She gasped and shuddered. Her juices flooded out hot around my fingers. Her blue eyes fluttered as the rapture passed through her. Her hands moved, sliding around to cup my ass. She pulled me tight, utterly surrendering to her desire.

  Her body shuddering against mine made me so hot. My nipples and clit throbbed. My pussy dripped juices. My sphincter tingled. I wanted her to eat me. I wanted to feel those rough braces sliding through my cunt. Her tongue licking cum out of my asshole. I wanted to utterly corrupt her. To show her how awesome being a slut was.

  All the orgasms she would get.

  All the men she would please.

  So many things to show her.

  “Leyla!” she gasped, her head snapping back, breaking our kiss. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  “See, it's amazing!”

  She whimpered again, her body convulsing a final time.

  My pussy on fire, I stepped back. I brought my fingers to my lips. She stared at me through lidded eyes, watching as I licked her sweet pussy off my digits. I savored her musk, my tongue swirling around them like they were s
mall dicks.

  My free hand hiked my skirt, revealing my panties.

  “Now it's your turn.”

  Kimmy bolted.

  Before I could stop her, she burst out of the stall. I shuddered, crying out her name, but she was gone. I caught just a glimpse of her blonde hair flying behind her as she fled the bathroom entirely.

  “Oh, no,” I groaned, my stomach twisting. I didn't mean to frighten the poor thing.

  * * *

  Mrs. Umayyah

  Clint's eyes were on me as I lectured about math. I felt him ogling my big breasts. Even in my conservative blouse, their size stretched out the material. He was such a handsome, young man. Sitting back-straight, tall, his shoulders broad. He had a chiseled face and intense, dark eyes that hungered for me.

  I had seen him naked, his muscles rippling as he drove his big cock in and out of his women's mouths, pussies, and assholes. He used his sluts in every way possible. He had a harem, all related to him by blood.

  “So how is this equation useful?” I asked, pointing at the chalk board, my pussy growing so hot.

  It wasn't just Clint staring at me. I felt the other young men I taught lusting for me. Evan and Vince and especially Pete. A depraved tremble went through me. How had I never noticed their attention before? The way their eyes followed me as I walked back and forth showing far more interest in my breasts than the girls in the classroom.

  They lusted for me. Was I a MILF to them? A mother they'd like to fuck?

  A naughty tingle ran through me. Ever since President Carver rubbed his cock on my cunt, I'd been horny. Masturbating while watching him sodomize my daughter didn't help. The desire had built in me through my last two classes.

  And now to realize all the boys were ogling me. I knew young men fantasized about fucking their hot teachers. I just never thought of myself as one of them. Now a slut like Vicky Samuels, Clint's aunt, I could see them lusting after. The way she dressed, her big tits on display in low-cut blouses, designed to make her students pant after her like little puppies.

  I inspired that same lust.

  “That's correct,” I said, teaching on autopilot. I turned around, staring at the chalkboard. I picked up a piece to make a mark on the equation when I hesitated. Then, quickly, I undid the top three buttons of my blouse, creating a delicious cleavage of my dusky flesh.