Rachel blackmails John into cumming on his sleeping daughter

As any good seductress knows, the best way to get your target drooling into the palm of your hand is to make them wait — and that’s exactly what Rachel did. Over the next few days, she threw herself into her case load: reviewing files, submitting evidence, and interviewing clients. The weekend had been so full of naughty distractions with the neighbors that she actually had quite a bit to catch up on. It was good to be distracted for a little while, both so Rachel could get some work done but also to let John dwell on what he’d done.

She was still a good neighbor, waving good morning and exchanging pleasantries with Penny and Eve as she went to and from work. But her interactions with John remained limited to a sly wink or bite of her lip. Just enough to keep his cock aching and his guilt throbbing.

Of course, despite deliberately distancing herself for a time, Rachel couldn't help but wonder what was going through the poor doctor’s mind. Was he able to focus on his own job? Was he able to keep thoughts of that seductive temptress out of his head while he treated his patients? Was he able to keep thoughts of his own daughter out of his head? Rachel thought of that cum-soaked pair of panties that John had ruined, the pair that belonged to his perfect daughter. She hadn’t actually seen what he’d done with it after. There were many possibilities, each more mouth-watering than the last. He might’ve thrown them away, but perhaps he kept them as a souvenir, to sniff or taste or use as a cock-sleeve again later, or perhaps he sneaked them back into his daughter’s laundry for Eve to unknowingly wear her father’s cum at a later date.

It was Wednesday evening when Rachel finally decided there’d been enough distance, enough time put between her and John. Either his balls were backed up with cum that a simple whisper from Rachel would be enough to make him burst wherever she wanted him, or he’d spent the last few days getting himself off to the more and more depraved fantasies of his own daughter. Either way, it was time for Rachel to tip the scales once again.

She’d sat on the illicit video of John jerking himself off with Eve’s panties long enough. With an almost devious smile, she sent it to him along with a teasing message:

Rachel: Do you think your wife would get off if I sent this to her?

The response was almost immediate. Had he been waiting for her to contact him?

John: You can’t do that! You’ll ruin me.
John: Please… I’ll do anything.
Anything. The word itself made Rachel wet. It smelled of desperation but also betrayed the real motivation behind John’s words: he wanted this. He wanted her to make him do the unthinkable.

Rachel: When was the last time you orgasmed?

John: Not since the video.

Rachel hmm’d to herself. The answer confirmed her suspicions two-fold. One, John was a bundle of horny shameful desires just waiting to pop. Two, he and Penny’s bedroom was as dead as a doornail.

Rachel: Go somewhere private. Livestream yourself for me.

It didn’t take long for John to send the FaceTime request. When she answered, she was looking at John’s already erect cock as he sat on the toilet. Probably unnecessary to hide in there, given it was past midnight and both Penny and Eve were liable to be asleep by now, but that was why Rachel had the video.

“Mmmm. You’re already hard. You’ve just been waiting for this haven’t you?” Rachel spoke hushed, layering that syrupy-smooth seductive quality into her voice.

John’s only response was to stroke the head of his cock, pre-cum already glistening at the tip.

“You don’t get to cum unless I say, Doctor,” Rachel giggled as John immediately stopped touching himself. Putty in her hands.

“I need to,” John groaned.

“Then listen to me carefully,” Rachel smiled, a hand of her own going down to stroke her clit. “Go into your daughter’s bedroom.”

A gasp sounded from John, but Rachel didn’t miss the way his cock clearly throbbed at the thought. “I can’t do that,” he whispered. “She’ll wake up.”
“Then be quiet,” Rachel said, stifling a giggle. “Or I send this video to your whole family.”

With a quiet resignation, John took the livestream along with him as he crept up the stairs and slowly eased open the door to his daughter’s room. She lay there sprawled across the bed like some kind of picturesque Disney princess. She’d thrown the covers off such that her scantily clad ass and breasts were exposed to any onlookers. Her blonde hair was spread messily about her face, but in such a way that it looked almost intentional, giving her an innocent look.

“That’s your jack off material for tonight,” Rachel whispered. “I want to see you stroke it to her.”

The video call had gone silent. Rachel waited, watching. John’s hand shook as he angled the camera, framing her ass, the small of her back, the thin cord of her waist above the panties. Rachel’s voice cut through the hush, deep and syrupy. “Good girl, Eve. Let Daddy see how perfect you look.”

John let the camera linger on his daughter as he wrapped his fist around his rigid shaft. The picture before Rachel was almost enough to make her cum on the spot. Eve sprawled, the hem of her shirt riding up to show the small dimples at the base of her spine. Her ass, a perfect oval, flexed and relaxed as she shifted in sleep. John’s cock throbbed in his grip. He started to stroke, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, matching the tempo of Rachel’s whispered filth.

“Look at her, John. You think she’s dreaming Daddy’s cock?” The laughter at the edge of Rachel’s voice made him grip harder.

She made him keep the camera trained on the girl. “Zoom in. I want to see her up close. God, she’s gorgeous.” John obeyed, the image sharpening on the thin purple line of the panty wedged in the cleft of his daughter’s backside, the soft curve of her bare thigh. He stroked faster, knuckles whitening around his cock.

“You want to fuck her, don’t you? Say it.”

John hesitated, worried the sounds of their voices might wake Eve up. Then, “Yes. Jesus. Yes.”

Rachel could practically see the orgasm boiling up in John’s cock, all that shame and wanting and frustration threatening to explode all over the room. John focused the camera down, and watched as pre-cum beaded thick at the tip of his cock, smearing over his knuckles with each stroke. Rachel kept whispering, encouraging him. “Stroke it for her. Go faster. Pretend you’re fucking that little ass. I want to see you ruin yourself for her.”

“N-no,” John managed to stammer out. Rachel’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. She knew he wanted to stop, that he needed to stop, but there was no stopping what had begun. There was no resisting the image of his daughter’s body on display, the way her ass filled out the panties, the idea of dropping all pretense and shoving his needy cock inside her virgin cunt.

Eve stirred slightly. She made a low, muffled sound and raised her hips just enough to arch her back. The slope of her ass was a perfect curve, so close to the edge of the bed that if John stepped forward, he could reach out and grab it.

“Imagine her waking up and seeing you,” Rachel purred. “Would you stop? Or would you keep stroking, let yourself cum all over her while she watched?”

John squeezed his cock even harder, **** it. He aimed the phone lower, catching the way the panties cut into the softness of Eve’s ass, catching just a hint of those delicious pussy lips.
It didn’t matter that Eve was stirring. John was no match for Rachel’s next command: “That’s it. Make a mess. Cum for her.”

John jerked faster, losing control. The livestream echoed with the faint, wet slap of skin and the harsh drag of his breath. There was no warning. The orgasm hit hard, his cock flailing and jerking with an abandon that made Rachel throb. John grunted, strangled, and pointed his cock directly at the open air above his daughter’s bed. Cum spattered across the fabric, thick, then again, a string that looped down and stretched across that fine, milky ass. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t catch his breath, all he could do was keep cumming buckets over his daughter’s sleeping form.

Rachel moaned through the phone, her words sticky and sweet. “Good boy. God, you’re disgusting. Did you cum for Eve? Did you imagine her mouth open, waiting for you?”
John’s knees nearly buckled, terror striking him as he imagined Eve waking up to see him. But she just kept snoring, undisturbed, now decorated with ropes of her father’s cum.

“What have I done?” John breathed.