Driver's Seat update

The taste of Emma’s pussy had the same gamey flavor as her mouth. Rachel wondered how that could be—she wasn’t too familiar with lesbianism, but a woman’s pussy had to taste different from her lips, didn’t it? Then she realized that she was tasting Scott’s cum, just as when she’d kissed Emma. The White Queen hadn’t just blown Scott. She’d taken him in her cunt. The man was just as insatiable as Celeste—as Rachel—imagined him to be.

She didn’t balk. She kept driving her tongue into the tender folds of Emma’s sex, letting the dewy edges of the blonde’s labia tickle her cheeks and nose. She ran her tongue in further, rubbing her face into the wetness, feeling it clinging to her skin with the cloying warmth of Emma’s arousal.

Rachel pulled her tongue out, moving her mouth to Emma’s clit and sucking it hard. Emma jolted, then leaned over Rachel’s head. She supported herself with hands on the desk while her undulating hips forced her cunt, again and again, into Rachel’s face, into her lapping tongue.

“Do you love it, Rachel? Do you love having my juices rubbed in your face? Scott does. Sometimes he takes the visor off, eats me out with his eyes closed. Then, after I’ve come all over him, he puts it back on. He still has my wetness underneath all that ruby quartz.”

And Rachel knew it had to be true. Her nose was slathered with Emma’s cream, as were her lips and cheeks. Emma was a prodigious squirter and she seemed to be getting off as much with one Summers as another.

Then Emma rearranged herself. With the dexterity of the stripper she had been, she twisted herself around, straddling Rachel’s head in reverse so she was essentially sitting on her, her creamy ass shoved in Rachel’s face.

“Have I ever told you how much Scott loves my ass? I know my tits are delectable—I certainly paid enough for them to be—but Scott’s appreciation doesn’t stop there. He loves my ass, my legs—and you already know how he feels about my mouth. How do you like my ass, little Summers? Wait, don’t answer. First, let’s find out how you like my tongue…”

Next Rachel felt her skirt being pulled away from her groin and her clit lovingly licked by Emma’s sweet little tongue, pulled into her sucking mouth and then lavished with skillful pressure. Emma was bending over her, sixty-nining with her—proving that she could make Rachel come as easily as she had made Rachel submit to her.

Rachel almost released her own suction on Emma’s clit, but as she trembled with the White Queen’s ministrations, she kept her face buried in Emma’s pussy. They were locked together now, almost at war, eating each other’s pussies while twisting and heaving with the passion they gave one another. And with her psychic talent, Rachel could feel the tremendous orgasm she was pulling Emma towards—feel it as surely as she felt the one growing inside of her.

Emma’s tongue knifed into Rachel’s pussy again and again, turning in lewd circles against every sensitive nerve inside her. She tried to distract herself, staying equally busy at Emma’s folds—sucking at her engorged clit, then flicking her tongue over its trembling roundness. The third time Rachel’s tongue traveled over Emma’s clit, thrilling it to perfection, Emma let her mouth slip away from Rachel’s hot pussy and hung her head between the girl’s thighs.

Savoring the ecstasy of both her sexual pleasure and knowing she’d left Rachel gasping for more. The redhead’s desperation was evident in how she lovingly affixed her lips to Emma’s slit, sucking and tonguing and kissing for all she was worth. As if she could fill Emma with the same lust she had felt, the same need to vent her shameful passion upon a convenient target. But Emma could just lie there and relish being eaten out by Jean Grey’s little girl.

“Oh shit, Rachel, no wonder Scott was so hung up on your mother! The women in your family are such fucking fantastic lays!” Emma wailed with passion, her body frozen in a delicious climax. One she shared with Rachel.

The redhead felt the passion she herself was giving to Emma fed back into her, all the power of Emma’s sensations channeled directly to the pleasure center of Rachel’s brain. Her eyes flickered, entranced by the glutinous enjoyment Emma got out of both dominating Rachel and Rachel’s slaving tongue—then they shut firmly, Rachel’s consciousness strained by her surrender to Emma and finally overwhelmed by learning what it felt like to the dominatrix.

***

Rachel came to as if awakening from a deep sleep, like she had laid down for a brisk afternoon nap and then awoken in the dead of night. She felt discombobulated. A little dirty, as in the funk that follows a masturbatory session.

Emma had made her feel what her own tongue would be like if it could lick her own pussy. After mostly resigning herself to how Sapphic her tryst with Emma was, the added bit of femininity had ruined her equilibrium. She didn’t know if she had gotten off because of Emma’s telepathy or due to the feeling of cunnilingus. Or maybe the act of eating Emma out.

She didn’t even know if that had been arousing or if it had been the submission or if Emma had simply found a way under her defenses like she was so good at. If anyone could get through Rachel’s psychic shielding and make her enjoy her own degradation, it was Emma Frost. And she would too, the bitch. The sexy goddamn bitch.

“Sorry about that, my lovely. I just remembered I had an urgent appointment, so I thought my orgasm would make a good stopping point. I put a pin in our little session, but now I’m ready to continue with your humiliation slash sexual awakening.”

Emma was there again, carrying a riding crop, dressed in a pink tartan skirt under a white top, low-cut of course, with white stockings coming up right to the ruffles of her skirt, revealing themselves to be an inch short with each whirl of the pleated hemline. She looked painfully alluring, especially whapping the riding crop against one hand.

Rachel picked herself up. She was lying on a couch in Emma’s office, feeling well-rested, but horribly unsatisfied. Like her body hadn’t had enough of being Emma’s bitch.

“Oh, I saw Scott while you were out. I gave him your love,” Emma chirped. “And he gave me his love too. That reminds me—doesn’t a good daughter always clean up her father’s messes?”

She turned away from Rachel, presenting her well-sized ass, before she hitched her short skirt up above it and Rachel saw that she wore no panties, only dollops of cum. They slowly ran down the roundness of her buttocks, all over her anus and down into her vulva.

Rachel pictured it—Emma in this exact pose, jutting her ass out, as Scott jerked off onto it, the sordid finale to whatever little game they had played to bring him to the point of climax.

“I told you Scott loved my ass.” Still holding her skirt up out of the way, Emma fixed her hands on her hips. Her ass was inches from Rachel’s face. “Clean it up now, Rachel. Let’s keep it all in the family.”

Rachel could bask in the heat coming off the rivers of semen Scott had anointed Emma’s perfect ass with, almost see them steaming… “What?” she gasped, realizing what Emma had said.

“You did such a good job getting my pussy nice and tidy for Scott, I really need the same treatment for my ass.” Emma wiggled her hips from side to side, sending a horrible enticement down into Rachel’s core. “Come now, Rachel. Supper’s getting cold.”

“I-I can’t!” Rachel breathed. “That’s… that’s my daddy’s… please…”

“Oh, that’s funny, we have something in common. At the time, he was my daddy too.”

Then suddenly Emma lashed out with the riding crop, not even looking as it slashed behind her back and left Rachel’s cheek cut, her whole face ringing with agony.

“But right now I’m daddy,” Emma said. “And daddy likes her little girl to clean up after herself. After all, if I hadn’t told Scott about how I’d ridden the face of a cute little mutant slut, he never would’ve jacked off all over my ass, now would he?”

“Please, don’t make me do this—“ Again the crop lashed at Rachel. “Aaaghh! God, stop!”

“We’re past the point of no return now, Rachel. You’ve already tasted me. You’ve already swallowed him. If you’re a good girl, that can be our naughty little secret, but if you stop now, everything comes out. No one will think less of me—I’m already the team slut—but you… oh, what would they all think if they knew what made Jean Grey’s little darling come?”

Emma didn’t have to move the crop another inch. That had only been a punishment, not an incentive. Her words were the real weapon. Everything she said was true, damnably true. Hearing them, Rachel knew she had to give in. It might’ve been humiliating, but the alternative was absolutely unbearable. With a sob, she stuck her tongue out furtively and licked clean her first swath of pale skin along Emma’s bare ass.

“That’s it,” Emma purred agreeably. “Now keep at it, or I’ll use the crop on you like I would any other dumb animal that won’t obey.”

Tears ran down Rachel’s face as she leaned in and licked another helping of cum from Emma’s other buttock. Even if Emma was turned away, not looking at her, she knew the bitch was scanning her mind, getting off on her feelings of degradation like it was some potent drug, and that made her humiliation even worse. And worst of all was how pleasurable the act itself was—Emma’s flesh was warm, inviting, her softly wafting perfume the perfect spice to the taste of female flesh and liquid masculinity.

Rachel licked at Emma’s ass, cleaning off the same sperm that had once impregnated her mother. Soon there was nowhere left to go except between Emma’s buttocks. She had to lick right up to Emma’s asshole or she’d be whipped again. And even if Rachel could bear the pain, she couldn’t take the tinge of enjoyment that would come with it.

Rachel shuddered. Her body ached from the awkward position of leaning off the couch to Emma’s ass, while her skin stung where Emma had lashed it. She leaned in to lick at the top of Emma’s crevice, tasting the warm cum and somehow knowing that was where Scott had pumped his seed last.

“Ooohhh, yes!” Emma enthused. “You’re daddy’s little girl now! But don’t worry—I won’t tell mother!”

Her ass wove in a circle, then thrust into Rachel’s face. The redhead moaned, closing her eyes and trying to let her oversexed body do what came naturally. She slid her tongue down the space between Emma’s buttocks, licking the semen up while terrified of what she knew to be coming.

“That’s it,” Emma purred. “Do it for me, keep going! It doesn’t matter who’s mommy and who’s daddy—only that you’re a good little girl… with a big appetite for cum.” The blonde leaned forward, pulling her cheeks apart so that her sphincter was bared right in front of Rachel’s horrified eyes. “Which do you think will taste better—daddy’s cum or mommy’s ass?”

Rachel sobbed, but she gave in—it was better than listening to more of Emma’s taunts. Her tongue flicked over the tight entrance, and she felt the ring of muscle twitch in pleasure. She licked again, tasting the semen that coated it, terrified of how much more she would find.

Emma pulled her buttocks even further open. “Oh yes, lick me, lick me good, come on, make sure you’ve gotten every single drop of daddy’s cum—you know I can’t get to it or I’d keep it all for myself! Oh no, this is a gift that mommy and her little girl can share!”