Driver's Seat update (Patreon)

“The thing is, Rachel—ooh—when Scott decides to have me, he has me. NNH! His pleasure is what matters, not—hh!—mine… I belong to him and I’m… mmmmm… happy to be his!”

Emma shuddered, her fingers teasing away at the flesh of her cunt, rubbing at the sensitive folds of her labia, now and then gently squeezing her stiffened clit. She whimpered, her ass squirming on the mattress.

Her flesh was consumed with desire. She had to relieve the torment in her desirous cunt. She wanted a fat cock, a juicy tongue, and Scott could provide both, but it was so delicious to tease and tantalize herself until he’d fuck her. She’d titillate herself with nothing more than her hand until he was ready to take her.

“So I—I—hnnn—take my pleasure now! Because if Scott decides—oh shit—decides I don’t get to come—gghh—then that’s it! His little whore doesn’t get to come!”

Emma pulled her hands from her groin, rubbing her thighs together instead while she ran her hands all over her body. But all too soon, her need was too much to deny. She jammed a hand back down between her legs and, with a gurgling moan, fucked three fingers deep inside herself—stretching the walls of her tight little sex. She rocked her hand up and down on her cunt, twisting and turning it, running her fingers in and out of her pussy.

“An orgasm is nothing! Mmm! I can give myself one with my own hand! But being dominated—yes—truly taken—fuck! You don’t know how much I love to have your father’s big cock inside me. When I lick my own cream off his manhood, then I know I’ve been dominated. That I belong to him. Oooh… and despite what it seems—your father is a man who only accepts the best!”

Another few thrusts of her hand and she came, a wild jerking of her hips making the bedsprings squeak and groan even more vocally than she’d been.

“You really are quite a whore.”

It was Scott that had spoken—Rachel gasped, swaying back in shock, covering her mouth quickly with her hand. With his blindfold on, it wasn’t clear if his eyes were open or shut, but the point soon became academic. He slipped the blindfold off and picked his ruby quartz sunglasses off the nightstand.

Emma was unrepentant, first wiping the sweat from her brow, then licking clean the fingers she’d dirtied. “I’m sorry my love, did I wake you? I was trying so hard to keep quiet… I know how you like it when I shut my mouth… and when I do what I’m told…”

With his sunglasses slipped on, Scott relaxed against his pillow again, his hands cushioned under his head. “Did I really not fuck you well enough last night? You already need more?”

“Don’t think of it like that, beloved. Think of yourself as inspiring me to greatness. If it’d been a mediocre fuck, I wouldn’t want more of it, now would I? You’ve prepared me such fine meals that I’ve become a glutton.”

“So it’s my fault.”

“Well, it can hardly be my fault, can it? Given the sterling quality of my character and my superb breeding…”

“Was that meant to be a subtle hint? You’re not getting bred this morning, Emma.” He yawned. “Not after you were a bad girl and woke me up. You could’ve just gone to the bathroom and relieved your tension there.”

“I could’ve.” Emma grinned lovingly. “But that wouldn’t have been bad.”

“Bad girls don’t get bred. Bad girls get ass-fucked. Now, say you’re sorry or we’ll do it dry.”

Emma pouted, then leaned over to kiss his elbow. “I’m sorry, Scott. I can’t help it. I wish I could be less of a slut, but when you fuck me the way you do, I’m just addicted to it. Fuck me in the ass, Scott—then I’ll learn my lesson. I’ll be a good girl once you’ve fucked me enough not to be such a whore.”

Scott chuckled. “It’s really hard to degrade you, ya know that? Go. Get the lotion.”

“I live to serve, my darling,” Emma cooed as she got out of bed.

“On all fours,” Scott told her. “And hold the lotion in your teeth. If you’re going to act like a bitch, you might as well be treated like one.”

Emma obediently got down on her hands and knees, padding across the floor and past Rachel. Seeing her like this, Rachel let out a shrill, disbelieving laugh. Not that Emma was being dominated, but that her life had reached the point where she could watch her father order this woman around and she didn’t run screaming from the room.

Emma paused, still on all fours, by Rachel’s feet. “Do you think I’m ashamed of this? I’m not. At all. I’m proud that Scott takes the time to discipline me this way. He doesn’t just fuck me—he leaves me completely satisfied. And I get to completely submit to him. It takes a strong woman to totally give herself over to a man; to trust that he’ll use her submission for something beautiful. If you could find that just anywhere, you wouldn’t be lusting after your father, now would you?”

At the pointed reference to Scott, Rachel automatically looked to him—and saw he had tossed the bedsheet aside, lying on his back with nothing over him but open air. Rachel blinked in horror but she couldn’t erase the sight from her mind; his cock was hard as a stone, pointed straight up at the ceiling.

She closed her eyes, which didn’t change the fact that the sight of his huge cock had done something to her. Her pussy felt different. She thought of his prick… couldn’t stop thinking of it… and knew that if she opened her eyes, it would be big and beautiful and exciting. Her pussy was twitching with sensitivity, demanding to be touched—not yet gushing out cream, but she knew all it would take was a little pressure and she’d be coming, coming from the sight of her own father’s cock!

Rachel groaned softly and squeezed her thighs together on her trembling pussy. She couldn’t seem to control herself anymore. She felt like she was losing her mind, one shock after another fraying her grip on sanity. Her thighs squeezed tighter and tighter, but that only made her cunt shudder and want more, want a real touch and a whetted appetite, not compromised denial, not her eyes shut to block out the sight of her father… her daddy…

What is happening to me…? I’ve always been able to control myself before… now I feel like a forest fire… my whole body just wants to burn and burn and BURN!

Emma padded back to the bed on all fours, her fat ass in the air, her big tits swaying under her with each movement. She had a bottle of lotion in her mouth. And even on her hands and knees, her hips seemed to sway, demanding Rachel’s eye as she passed.

“Jesus Christ,” Rachel gasped, grasping her mound in her hand and squeezing it as if to shield it, restrain it, she didn’t know what—just make it do something other than lust. She couldn’t stand that anymore.

Going to Emma for another session of whatever they had, it’d ignited fires in her body, and they’d smoldered steadily as Emma mocked her and teased her and tempted her with these glimpses of her life with Scott. Now that fire was an uncontrollable blaze, burning away what little virtue she had left. Rachel wanted to run away, but her legs were too weak to possibly move.

Emma pounced onto the bed, dropping the lotion into Scott’s lap, then ducking her head to kiss his chest. “I want to be all nice and slippery for you, Scott. Rub that lotion all over my tight little hole. Then it’s yours to play with… Daddy.”

Rachel shuddered in revulsion, not just at Emma’s antics, but at herself. Her hand was moving now, attending to the needs of her traitorous cunt. She rubbed at her crotch, pouring fuel onto that blazing fire inside her, pushing pleasure into the juicy wetness of her arousal. Rachel knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t stop. No matter how sick and twisted this was, it felt too good—and stopping felt so, so awful.

Scott’s face turned red. As with his daughter, he was both shocked and pleased by Emma’s audacity. But the ratio was reversed with him. He held out his hand expectantly; Emma picked up the bottle and squeezed out a dollop of lotion into his palm. He rubbed his hands together while Emma squirted out her own handful of lotion.

“You do me. I’ll do you,” Emma cooed with a wickedly curved eyebrow, doing the bare minimum to make the words sound salacious, knowing the work of arousing Scott—of getting him to take everything she did as a sensual caress—was already done. She reached for Scott’s big cock.

“Holy shit,” Scott moaned, Emma’s fingers wrapping around his cook, cool lotion sinking into the rigid flesh. Her hand slipped deliciously up and down his heated shaft, covering it with lube. The moisture ran down his manhood and bathed his engorged balls.

Instead of cooling his passion, the chilly lotion managed to make him even hotter. His cock fumed and grew as Emma’s fingers traveled up and down it, further slathering it in the lube that would let it slide right into her ass.

Hearing it, Rachel felt as if she were in a trance. Reality faded, leaving nothing except the pounding of her heart and the need in her sex. She didn’t have the strength to resist. She opened her eyes slowly, watching in glazed enthrallment as Scott and Emma began the coupling she’d always wondered about.

“Ghhh,” Scott groaned, his cock throbbing wildly. The lotion was now blazing hot, all of his cock on fire as Emma stroked her hand up and down it. “That’s enough,” he barked, fixing Emma with a stare that belied how his cock was pulsing, his balls pumping in dry readiness to be put to use. “Your turn now.”

Emma moaned herself, liking the sound of that, taking her hand off of Scott’s manhood and licking her palm clean of his musk and precum. Then she turned around, dropping to her hands and knees, facing away from Scott so that her ass was presented to him. As it happened, she faced Rachel—smiling at how stricken the redhead looked, knowing that was only a cover for the lust Rachel truly felt raging inside her.

“Tell me, is the real thing anything like Celeste’s naughty daydreams? Does my little girl have any idea how Scott really dominates his bitches? Do you?”

Emma felt the skin of her ass prickle as Scott touched it, massaging her quivering globes, smearing the lotion all over her ivory buttocks to make them gleam and shine.

Emma weaved slightly, pushing her ass into Scott’s circling hands. “Don’t forget to push your finger in my ass. Even if you’ve decided not to sodomize me today, it’s still a good bit of fun…”

Scott bent down, hands pulling Emma’s buttocks apart, and spat on her pink little rosebud. Emma had the most beautiful ass he’d ever seen, perfectly rounded, her buttocks shivering and trembling like a bowl of Jell-O with the excitement Emma otherwise kept hidden behind her frosty exterior. His finger moved into the deep cleft between her cheeks, pushing against the little pulsing sphincter that his cock would soon be taking ownership of.

“Hhhh!” Emma gasped, pushing back against his thumb. It was pushing into her anus so deliciously that she felt as if her tight little grommet was kissing his finger—fluttering and sucking, wanting to give into his stiffly held thumb and suck it right inside her quivering rectum.