Rachel jerks John off to his daughter [ route]

"Watch your daughter," Rachel hissed. "Act normal."

Rachel watched John's jaw clench, but he obeyed, his eyes flitting to his daughter's nubile form as she dashed across the field. "Rachel, I..."

In a well practiced move, Rachel threw her jacket over John's lap and let her hand slide up, fingers working John's fly dexterously. With a grab of the zipper, Rachel tugged down sharply and wormed her hand inside.

"Oh, fuck." John went rigid, his eyes still glued on his daughter.

Rachel grinned, keeping her eyes on the field as well. By touch alone she found his cock, hot and stiff and quivering, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. She stroked it slow, agonizingly slow, enjoying the way his breath hitched with every little bit of friction she gave him.

"See her?" Rachel said, nodding towards the field. At that moment, Eve was criss-crossing the ball towards the opponents goal, her pale legs flashing in the Sunday morning sun. "Eve's fast. Probably gets it from you, huh?"

It was all innocent enough so far, but Rachel could feel the way his cock got extra hard as he stared at his own daughter. She felt the way it jerked every time she mentioned her name. Sometimes, Rachel wondered if she played any role at all in the corruption of men like this, or whether all men already had this inside, innately.

"You ever notice how all the dads stare at her?" Rachel purred. "You ever wonder what they're thinking?"

"Wha— No, I—" John gasped as Rachel suddenly squeezed his cock hard.

"Be honest."

"I... sometimes," John admitted, his cock throbbing between Rachel's fingers.

"I bet you do. I bet you can't help it, huh?" She let her grip slide up and down the full length of his cock, a reward for being honest.

"So," Rachel continued, "how did you like our little adventure yesterday?"

Her thumb pressed into the slit at the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum there and using it to work his shaft harder, picking up the pace of her strokes. She was merciless, her strokes becoming tighter, his hips involuntarily bucking in time with her movements.

"Did you wake up this morning all hard and aching? Did you want to masturbate to what we did all over again? Did you wanna fuck your wife's face? Or mine?" Rachel purred, each question garnering another choked groan from John. "Or maybe you started thinking about worse things... Your daughter's friends maybe? They're pretty, aren't they? All boobs and butt and no brain. You notice how they look at you, right?"

John was drooling a little bit, his eyes glazed with lust as he stared straight out into the field.

"You ever jerk off thinking about them, John?"

Impressively, even through all the lust, John managed to shake his head, denying Rachel's corrupting whispers. Rachel smirked, she could feel the lie in the way his cock surged under her grip.

They kept watching the field together as Rachel pumped John's cock. Eve was a star on the field, her long legs pumping, skirt winging high with every stride, threatening to flash the entire audience. God, she was gorgeous. Her cheeks were sharp and angular, her blonde hair cascading in a pony tail down her back, pointing at her little bubble butt. Rachel felt her own cunt clench as she watched. That one was a little slut in the making.

"You ever think about how pretty she is, John? How much she looks like her mother?"

Rachel was rewarded with a spasm of John's cock, so big she thought for a moment he might cum on the spot.

"You're such a good dad," she murmured. "But you're such a fucking pervert, too. You want to cum for me right here, don't you?"

For the first time in a long time, John spoke, "Yes."

"Good boy."