Rachel shows Eve how to give her Daddy a blowjob

“I’m texting him now,” Rachel said when Eve didn’t respond.

Eve trembled a little, clearly not fully ready to embrace her inner slut, but the excitement in her eyes told the full story. “W-what are you saying to him?”

Rachel showed the girl her phone, “John. Come now. It’s your daughter.”

Eve gasped and Rachel just chuckled. “I’m not lying,” Rachel said with a wink.

Minutes ticked by, and Rachel’s hand slipped between Eve’s legs again, fingers teasing the swollen folds. Eve was soaked, clenching around nothing, begging with little gasps. “Please… more.”

The doorbell rang, interrupting the girls just before Eve could cum again. Rachel smirked. “Showtime.”

She threw on her robe, tying it loosely, and dragged Eve up by the hand. The girl’s legs wobbled, but she followed, practically naked from the waist down. Rachel opened the door to John, disheveled in scrubs, face pale with worry.

“Eve? Rachel? What’s…”

His words died as he stepped inside, eyes locking on his daughter’s state: flushed, thong around her ankle, cunt glistening with arousal. Rachel shut the door behind him, leaning against it. John was trapped inside.

“Surprise, Doctor.” She nodded to Eve. “Your little girl’s all grown up. And she’s been a very bad slut.”

John’s gaze darted between them, ha growing horror in his eyes. Rachel didn’t miss the way his pants began to tent. “What the fuck have you done?” He cried, hoarse. “Eve, honey… are you okay? Do you want to come home?”

Eve stepped forward, pressing against her father’s chest with a boldness that surprised even Rachel. “I’m fine, Daddy.”

“She’s more than fine,” Rachel purred, grabbing John’s hand and guiding it under Eve’s skirt to her bare, dripping pussy. “Feel how wet your little girl is for you.”

John froze, but didn’t pull away. His fingers twitched, brushing the slick heat. A groan escaped him. “Rachel, whatever you think you… oh, god!”

“Yes, embrace it, John.” Rachel said, talking over Eve as the girl moaned at the feeling of her father’s fingers at her entrance. With her other hand, Rachel unzipped John’s scrubs, freeing his cock. Already hard, leaking, throbbing. “You already came on her once. Is this so different?”
“Eve,” Rachel continued. “Wanna taste your Daddy?”

Eve stared downwards at her father’s cock, eyes wide as saucers. She’d lost the edge of teenagedom she’d had with Rachel. That sassy girl was gone, replaced by someone corruptible and just a little naive. She gasped as John’s cock twitch, its head touching her arm and leaving a little dab of pre-cum.

“I… I don’t know.” Eve suddenly looked up at Rachel, scared and seeking assurance. “T-this is wrong, isn’t it?”

“Hm,” Rachel said, giving John’s cock a torturous squeeze. “What do you think, John?”
John just groaned, his eyes rolling back. His resolve was gone.

“Stand back, Eve,” Rachel said, smiling. “I’ll take care of this until you wanna take over.”

Rachel knelt down in front of John as Eve obeyed, pressing her thighs together as she watched the older woman position herself in front of her dad’s cock. John made a strangled sound, frozen in place, his cock throbbing.

“Eve and I did something interesting together,” Rachel murmured, thumbing his cock head. “I fucked her raw while she imagined it was your cock inside her.”

Rachel began stroking, feeling the blood pulse through John’s cock with every word. “Good little Eve came to the thought of Daddy fucking her. Can you picture that? Your little girl getting that pretty pussy fucked raw while she imagines her Daddy’s cock.”

“Stop,” John rasped, but his cock was already harder than it had ever been.

Eve’s breathing had gone shallow. She crawled a few inches closer, unable to help herself.

“Look at her,” Rachel said again, softer. “She’s shaking, John. Dying to know what you feel like in a warm mouth. But she’s scared you’ll hate her for wanting it.”

Rachel leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. John jerked, looking like he wanted to die on the spot.

“Should I show her how, John?” Rachel’s tongue flicked out, teasing his frenulum. “Or should we make her wait until she’s begging?”

Eve made a small, wounded sound. “Daddy, I… I saw what you did.”

“What?” John said, his face strained with conflict.

“That’s right,” Rachel said, giggling. “She saw how dirty her father was, licking the cum off her ass while she slept. She saw how depraved you were.”

“Well,” Rachel continued, “like father, like daughter.”

Rachel took him deeper, slow and wet, her lips sealing around his shaft. Eve’s hand disappeared beneath her skirt and she began to rock in tiny, helpless motions.

Rachel pulled off with a soft pop. “That’s it, baby,” she cooed to Eve. “Show Daddy how wet thinking about him makes you.”

John watched, paralyzed, as his daughter’s fingers moved inside her cunt. Eve’s eyes were glassy, fixed on Rachel’s mouth, fixed on the imagined taste of her own father.

Rachel took him deeper again, cheeks hollowing, then slid up until only the tip rested on her tongue. She held there, waiting.

Eve broke.

“Rachel,” Eve whispered. “I… I want to.”

Rachel sat back on her heels, lips curved in the sweetest smile. “Come here, sweetheart.”
Eve crawled forward on shaky knees until she knelt beside Rachel. Close enough that John could smell the shampoo in her hair.

Rachel wrapped Eve’s trembling hand around John’s cock, guiding it into her small fist.

“Good girl,” Rachel praised, stroking Eve’s hair. “Lick all that mess off Daddy’s cock.”

Eve did. They began as small, kittenish licks that grew bolder, longer, until she sealed her lips around him and sank down an inch, her eyes shut in concentration.

John’s head fell back in ecstasy. “Eve… baby…”

“Tell her, John. Tell her how perfect her mouth feels.”

John couldn’t speak. He could only watch as his little girl took him deeper, cheeks hollow, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes from the stretch. Rachel’s hand guided the rhythm, gently yet steady, until Eve found her own.

Eve pulled off just long enough to whisper, hoarse and ****, “Am I doing it right, Daddy? Do you like it?”

John looked at his daughter, pained, for a long time, before finally answering, “Yes, Eve, I… I love it.”

Rachel could almost laugh with triumph. Instead, she kissed Eve’s temple. “That’s my good little girl,” she breathed. “Suck your daddy until he gives you every drop. You’ve earned it.”