Rachel makes John cum to his daughter

Rachel slowed her strokes, drawing out John's torments, savoring every slick pulse of his cock. "Here's what I want you to do. Look at the field. Look at your daughter. Say her name for me."

John's head jerked, as if to clear it. "N-no."

Rachel smirked, twisting her fist just so, then finishing off with a squeeze at the top. "Say her name, or I'll stop."

The whimper that came from John was all Rachel needed to hear to know that she had won.

"Eve," he choked.

She smiled, stroking him faster now in reward, hard and rough. "Good boy. Think about her. Think about what she'd look like naked. Do you think she's lost her virginity already? Or is she still innocent? Do you want to fuck her, John?"

He was trembling, his hips grinding against her fists openly. No resistance. Rachel didn't let up either. She kept the pressure up, squeezing and tugging as she whispered perverse taunts into his ear.

"You ever think about that before? How you'd fuck her?" Rachel continued, watching John's carefully for any signs of disgust or shame. "You know she'd let you if you just asked. You could teach her everything. Show her how good her own daddy can make her feel." A sharp gasp elicited from Rachel as she felt his jerk. He was so close now.

John wanted to say no. She could see in the way his jaw clenched. But his eyes were so clouded with lust, his cock so slathered in pre-cum and pleasure... There was no man on earth who could resist.

Rachel kept milking him, slow and relentless. "Or maybe you'd want me to break her in for you," she murmured. "I'd teach her how to suck cock. We could practice together. I'd make her lick your balls while I take your shaft. Would you like that John?"

He couldn't answer. It was taking all of his concentration not to let out a moan that made everyone in the bleachers take their attention off the game and put it straight on him. A hand shot out to Rachel's thigh, gripping hard as if to steady himself.

"Bet you want to see her lick her own cum off my fingers. That's what I'd make her do. After, maybe I'd let you fuck her while I watch. Maybe I'll even help guide your cock into her tight cunt..." Rachel's tongue glided over the words, accentuating each dirty point with a sharp tug of his cock.

He came. Rachel felt the pulse, hot and quick. His cock jerked so violently Rachel could barely keep ahold of it, but she trapped the head in her fist, milking every last spasm into the cup of her palm. He spurted hard, thick and creamy and relentless. She kept stroking through the orgasm, making sure to coax every last drop of cum out of his cock.

John kept staring straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge his misdeed even as Rachel zipped him back up. His load went smearing beneath the bleacher, and Rachel licked the remnants off her hand, making sure to stare directly at John as she did so.

On the field, Eve sprinted down the sideline in a victory lap, having just scored the winning goal. Her ponytail lashed behind her, the neon green of her jersey accentuating her firm breasts. Penny raced up to her, shouting encouragement and wrapping her in a big head. Both of them completely oblivious to John's activity throughout the game.

Rachel leaned back, stretching. It was a perfect scene.

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