Rachel turns Eve into an slut

Rachel left the girl sprawled on the couch, and padded to her closet. She dug out the box, taking out the tool she’d need to truly shatter Eve, the tool that would shape the daughter into whore. It was a custom piece, a harness in glossy black leather, with a tan silicone cock, head flared and shaft ridged. Rachel was going to fuck the little slut.

Rachel locked the harness around her hips, cinched it tight, and stepped back into the living room. Eve, still ****, gawked at the cock, then looked straight at Rachel. The heat in that gaze shocked Rachel. Eve was more game for this than she’d ever expected.

“You ever seen your Dad’s cock?” Rachel asked.

“N-no.” The answer felt like a lie. Rachel wondered if it was.

“I bet this is about his size, you know. Now come here.”

Eve crawled off the couch, the skirt rumpled up to her waist, the thong only halfway on. Her cunt was slick and raw, pinker than Rachel had ever seen on a girl.

Rachel took her time. She liked the anticipation, liked the way Eve’s knees hovered on the carpet, her perfect ass in the air. The girl was pathetically eager. Rachel knelt behind the girl and ran both hands up the backs of those thighs, pausing to squeeze and explore the shape. She’d been waiting weeks to touch this ass, and now that she had it, she wasn’t going to waste it.

She led with her tongue, loosening up the teenager with a lazy lick up Eve’s thigh, then up between her ass cheeks, spreading them with both hands. “Remember this? Do you remember how it felt to have your Daddy licking you?”

Eve only whimpered in response. But Rachel didn’t need a response, she could see how wet her cunt is, she could taste it.

“Turn around,” Rachel ordered, and Eve obeyed, spreading her legs before she was even told. Rachel grinned. She was already broken.

As much as Rachel wanted to tease the girl, to draw it out, she was so hungry now she could barely stand it. She lined the cock up, the head pressed slick and cold against Eve’s entrance, and waited. She wanted the girl to say it, wanted her to beg.

Eve’s voice was a whisper, “Fuck me, please.”

“Who? Who do you want to fuck you?”

Eve looked confused at first, then realization dawned on her face. “I want to be fucked by my Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” Rachel pressed in, slow, feeling every clench and flutter of resistance. Eve was tighter than she’d expected, the ring of muscle fighting every inch, but Rachel pressed on, in and out, until the girl’s body gave up and let her in. She didn’t miss the way Eve’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, the little moans that escaped.

“Imagine how your Daddy’s cock would feel filling you up like this, baby,” Rachel purred.
Eve’s head snapped back, her mouth open, a silent scream painting her face. Rachel felt her own cunt spasm at the sight, at the knowledge that she was ruining this girl forever. She started to fuck, pistoning in and out of the girl with a steady, perfect rhythm.

“Beg,” Rachel whispered. “Beg for Daddy to fuck you.”

She pounded harder, the angle of the cock designed to mash against Eve’s g-spot with every thrust. The sound was obscene, a wet slapping that filled the room. Rachel worked the cock deeper, angling it every way she knew, and watched the girl’s entire body seize and shudder.

“O-ohhh, f-f-fuck! Dad-d-dy, please FUCK ME!” Eve screamed openly, pleading for her father, imagining it was John’s cock inside her, not Rachel’s dildo. Rachel fucked her even harder, **** to feel the pressure herself against her clit.

“Oh, yes,” Rachel moaned. “You were fucking made for this. A little fuck toy for your Daddy’s cock!”

It happened fast, almost violently. Eve bucked so hard the plastic cock nearly slipped out, her cunt clamping down in a spasm so intense Rachel could feel the resistance through the harness. The orgasm ripped a sound from Eve’s throat, another wet scream, and she convulsed, eyes rolled back and lips gone slack with pleasure. Rachel kept thrusting, slow and deep, dragging it out, pressing a palm to Eve’s belly to feel the distension of the cock inside her.

For a moment, the girl just shook, every muscle in her thighs and stomach spasming with aftershocks. Rachel slid the cock out halfway, then rammed it back in, setting off a second, smaller tremor that left Eve drooling and limp on the floor.

Eve was a wreck: skirt bunched up to her ribs, hair pasted to her cheeks, her entire body humming and broken and so, so beautiful. Rachel unbuckled the harness, letting it drop to the floor, then curled up beside her conquest, wrapping an arm around Eve’s waist.

“Good girl,” Rachel whispered.

Eve didn’t speak for a long time. She just lay there, breathing hard, chest rising and falling with each ragged, stunned inhale. Rachel was content to wait. She knew the girl was replaying every second in her head, trying to make sense of it, realizing she’d just cum to an **** fantasy.

Finally, she spoke, “Am I a bad daughter?”

Rachel rolled over, quirking an eyebrow. “I dunno. Wanna invite your Dad over and find out?”