by Reed James
“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 young 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, young 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 twi
tched 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.
The hot spunk running across our features, Mom and I turned to face each other. We groaned like wanton pussycats. Our tongues bathed each other. We licked and gathered the cum running across each other's faces. I savored the depraved delight, scooping it up on my tongue and swirling it through my mouth before gathering more.
I licked up my mom's chin. Her tongue caressed over my forehead. We licked towards each other's lips. I held the spunk in my mouth until we met in a kiss. Then my tongue shoved into her mouth, carrying as much jizz as possible.
I met her tongue laden with his spunk.
“Oh, yes,” he groaned, watching us. He stroked his softening cock, eager for his second wind. “Clean each other up, sluts.”
Our tongues passed his cum back and forth as more of his spunk ran down my face. I shuddered, loving the nasty moment, this wicked mother/daughter bonding. Our hands groped each other's tits, squeezing and kneading each other while my pussy...
My pussy dripped with juices.
I whimpered, needing to touch myself. I squirmed as I knelt before the president, my cunt on fire. But I kept groping my mom's tits. I squeezed her big breasts as our tongues caressed each other until the jizz melted into our mouths.
Our treat gone, we licked up more off of each other.
“Damn,” groaned President Carver. “You two are so depraved. And look at you, Leyla. Squirming like a whore. Do you have a hot cunt?”
“A hot, young cunt,” I moaned as Mom licked spunk off my neck, her tongue so warm and wet.
“Mrs. Umayyah, your daughter needs your help,” our client moaned. “Eat her cunt out right now. Lick up all her naughty juices.”
“Yes, Ian,” Mom moaned, her eyes smoldering.
I didn't fight her as she pushed me down on my back. I squeezed my firm tits, smiling up at President Carver. He slipped out of his bathrobe entirely and stroked his half-hard dick, watching my mommy-slut pry apart my thighs, exposing my shaved slit.
I still had a tight pussy, but with all the fucking I was doing, I doubt it would remain that way for long. Then it would be proof of how much a whore I was. Such a slut.
“Lick my pussy, Mommy,” I moaned. “Eat it for our client. We have to please him!”
“Yes, Daughter!”
Her silky-black hair spilled over my thighs. I groaned at the caress of her hair. It made me shiver. I sucked in a deep breath, my pussy clenching and relaxing. Juices flooded out of me. They trickled down to the crack of my ass as I anticipated the incestuous contact of our flesh. I stared up at President Carver.
I moaned as Mom licked me.
Her tongue danced through my shaved folds. Her lips nuzzled into my cunt. She licked and fluttered her tongue, teasing me. I shuddered in delight. President Carver jerked his hardening dick faster, his eyes smoldering.
“This is what you wanted, isn't it?” I moaned, squeezing my youthful tits, so firm and pliant in my hands. “Watching my mom eat my pussy? You're such a perv, aren't you?”
“Yes,” he groaned.
“Lusting after your barely legal students. Wanting to fuck our tight bodies.”
“I do,” he said, his heart racing so fast. “I want to fuck you all so hard.”
“And you get to fuck us! Me, Kimmy, Kendra, and Izzy. Just call my daddy and pay him, then you can use any of our bodies whenever you want.”
“Yes!” he panted.
I grinned at him and humped against my mom's hungry mouth. Her tongue felt so amazing licking through my pussy. She fluttered it up through my body, making me twitch and groan. I sucked in such deep breaths, my fingers squeezing my tits, kneading my delightful breasts. I thumbed my nipples, shooting tingles down to my pussy, meeting the delight Mom churned in my cunt.
I humped against her, grinding my shaved snatch on her hungry mouth. She moaned, her glassy eyes staring up my body as she feasted. Her hands shoved beneath my butt-cheeks, gripping them, squeezing them.
“That's it, Mommy-slut,” I moaned. “Make me cum while President Carver watches. Show him how much of a pussy-whore you are. Ooh, yes, you're my little cunt-muncher. My mommy muff-diver. Aren't you?”
“Yes, Daughter,” she moaned. “I love eating your cunt. It's so yummy.”
I shuddered as she lashed my clit with her tongue. She batted it with her nub. I groaned, sucking in deep breaths as she swirled around it. My eyes bulged at the pleasure she generated. I whimpered, squirming on her as the pleasure surged through me. I gasped and moaned. My eyes widened at the utter delight she gave me.
“Mommy, yes, lick me right there,” I groaned. “Just eat me. Ooh, yes, you're such a wicked Mommy. You're eating me out so hard.”
“Uh-huh,” she groaned. Her tongue swirled through my cunt. “Cum on your mommy's lips, Daughter!”
“Yes,” I hissed. I glanced up at President Carver. “She's going to make me explode. Do you want to see that?”
“Yes!” he groaned.
“Of course you do,” I moaned. “You love watching mothers eat their slutty daughters cunts. Mmm, yes, I'm going to just explode on her mouth.”
I shuddered harder, hearing Daddy's zipper rasped. I saw him pull out his dick, finally overcome with lust watching us. He stroked his dick, staring at me as I humped on Mom's mouth. I fought the urge to grin at him.
I had to satiate my client.
Mom's fingers wormed into my butt-crack as she kneaded my asscheeks. I groaned as she found my sphincter. As she fluttered her tongue through my snatch, she jammed a finger into my asshole. Pleasure surged through me. I squeezed down on her as the pleasure rippled out of me.
My eyes fluttered. I moaned out in delight. I trembled on the ground, sucking in deep breaths as she pumped her fingers in and out of my asshole. She stirred them around, making me squirm and gasp.
The velvety delight rippled out of my bowels and into my pussy. Her tongue jammed deep into my cunt. She swirled it around. She drove me wild. I gasped and whimpered. My eyes widened at the delight of her tongue dancing around inside my pussy.
“Oh, yes, Mommy,” I whimpered. “Oh, that's it. Just lick my cunt and finger my asshole. Make me cum for President Carver.”
“Make her cum, slut,” groaned the president.
I shivered, my toes curling. I ground my cunt so hard into my Mom's mouth. I let out a whimpering groan of pleasure. I squeezed my thighs about her cheeks, holding her head in place as her fingers reamed in and out of my asshole.
Her tongue flicked out of my snatch to brush my clit.
Fireworks detonated inside of me.
Incestuous pleasure surged through me. I gasped and moaned, bucking on the floor as my pussy creamed her mouth. I flooded her so hard, my cream pouring into her mouth. She drank them down, gulping down the flood of juices gushing out of me.
“Yes, yes, yes, Mommy-slut!” I howled. “Lick my pussy. Drink up all my juices.”
“Uh-huh,” President Carver groaned, watching me cum on my mother's mouth.
And so d
id Daddy.
Sparks exploded across my vision as I ground on my mother's hungry mouth. I whimpered and shuddered. I sucked in such deep breaths as she flailed her tongue through my cunt. She made my entire body shudder in ecstasy.
My mommy-slave pleased me.
My eyes fluttering, my orgasm spilling through my body, I asked my client, “Now what would you like us to do?”
* * *
Mrs. Umayyah
Leyla kissed me as she squirmed atop me, our breasts pressed tight. She licked her own pussy juices off my mouth. My bruised ass rubbed against the carpet, reminding me that I was a slave. My husband's slave. And my daughter's slave.
I loved it. It felt so right. I savored Leyla's lips on mine, her tangy cunt's flavor lingering on my lips.
“Yes,” President Carver groaned, kneeling between our spread open thighs as we writhed together. “Mother and daughter.”
Leyla moaned into my mouth as President Carver rammed his dick into her barely legal cunt. She squirmed atop me, our nipples kissing as he fucked her. His balls smacked into my clit rubbing against my daughter's bud. Pleasure surged through me.
I groaned and gasped, kissing my daughter harder, sharing this moment. He fucked her like a whore. I held her so tight, our bodies squirming and writhing together. Leyla groaned into our kiss, her eyes fluttering.
And then she whimpered in disappointment because it was my turn to groan.
President Carver's dick, coated in my daughter's pussy juices, rammed into my cunt. I shuddered in delight, my whorish, married snatch clenching down on his dick. Silky pleasure rippled through me as he pumped away.
“Oh, god, mother and daughter...” he grunted. “They both feel so good.”
“Uh-huh,” groaned my husband and Master, slowly stroking his dick as he watched, his eyes smoldering. He loved this.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my mommy-slut's cunt!” Leyla moaned, grinding her clit into mine as she stared down into me. “She needs it.”
“So does my Daughter,” I purred, staring up into my mistress's eyes. “She needs her naughty pussy filled by cock all the time.”
