Driver's Seat update

Celeste pinched her lips shut to stop herself from making any more noise, her eyes rolling back in her head from the effort. Around her tightened lips, her face contorted in a flushed grimace, the sight of her reddened and pressurized features enough to make Scott’s temperature burn. 

She wasn’t a little girl anymore—no little girl could look so sensual in the middle of debauchery. She was a beautiful specimen of ripe young femininity, more than ready to be fucked, primed to love every hard thrust he could give her. And he was ready to pump into her quivering little pussy until she’d had all she could take.

Scott was close now, getting closer all the time—feeling the pressure of his cum building up all through the length of his cock, shaking his erection with its need to flow into Celeste. And Celeste was going wild, welcoming it more and more with each passing second. Her hand was over her mouth, but it didn’t do anything to stifle her eyes, hot and dark with anticipation. 

Scott looked into them and felt himself explode, satisfaction flooding into his straining body. His load punched into Celeste’s sex and he could only imagine the force with which she felt it, seeing the stricken look on her face as it impacted inside her. Celeste drove herself against him in a desperate sprint to rapture. Scott held her tight, feeling the shuddering delight that went through all of her nubile body as she came.

Her breasts rose and fell like waves in a storm—she sucked up air in great, gasping breaths, but for a moment, her lungs were bottomless. When she’d caught her breath, she reached up to Scott and kissed him soulfully.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she purred. “That was everything I ever wanted and more. I think trying to keep quiet while you were making my body scream helped make it so good, made me come even harder than I knew I could.”

“That’s good to hear, Celeste. But your pussy didn’t finish the job. It got my cock messy, but it didn’t clean up. I need you to be a good girl and suck me clean, now that you’ve had your fun.”

Celeste smiled up at him. “Get on your back. Let me be daddy’s little girl.”

Scott’s lips twitched in a small smile as he stretched out from the car’s hood to its windshield. Rachel straightened her spine to see him now that he’d lowered himself down, but otherwise didn’t realize how engrossed she had become in this overly involved fantasy.

Scott’s cock was still half hard, as if it knew no more about giving up than he did, and it pointed straight up at the sky by the time he finished leaning back. Rachel laid on her side next to it, closing her hand around his still throbbing member, slowly stroking it with delight over how cum-soaked her palm quickly became. 

She slid the loose flesh of his foreskin around his gleaming knob, before switching hands—taking the majority of the cum she’d gathered with her right hand and rubbing it into her face, as though marking herself as Scott’s possession. Then, rolling on top of him, kneeling on all fours, she lowered her face to his prick and sucked the tip inside of her mouth.

Reaching down, Scott clasped his hands on Celeste’s head, her disheveled hair curling around his fingers, and pitched her up and down, up and down. Soon, that wasn’t enough for him. He pumped his hips upward as he worked her down on his cock, pushing it with relish into her throat. 

Celeste gagged and choked, but Scott ignored it. As this was her fantasy, Rachel supposed Celeste didn’t care either. She wanted a Scott who only gave a shit about his returning ecstasy, how great it would feel to send another hot, sticky load down Celeste’s throat to join the one he had poured into her cunt.

“Suck it,” Scott husked. “Suck my prick until I come all over again. Show me you can swallow—I already made it easy for you by giving you the first batch in your cunt. You just had to lie there for that one. Now suck this one out. Suck it, suck it, you little slut!”

Did Celeste even want Scott to love her? Or—like some warped version of Emma—did she want herself to be a badge of success? Scott’s desire, his sheer approval, the final polish on her being one of the most popular girls at the Xavier Institute? She was already beautiful, intelligent, powerful, admired, and well-liked. Scott’s lust for her might be the bow on top. And her fantasy had her bowing to him like some pagan worshipper, sucking him off like a backalley slut. The fantasy of Scott loved it, which meant Celeste loved it. The whole thing went in circles—Celeste degrading herself further by enjoying being a slut. Enjoying sucking Scott dry.

She milked his cock with her fingers, pulling on the last drops of his seed with her lips. “Oh yes… you cum-hungry little whore!” Scott groaned, right before he emptied his climax straight down her throat. “Take it… all! Right down to your fat fucking ass!”

He felt her trying to pull up as his second orgasm faded into memory. Scott let her go, coming up to suck in some air. Lifting his head, he saw his prick shining with her saliva. A creamy dollop of cum escaped her splayed lips and ran down her chin, dripping down onto her cleavage. He was glad they had done this in the light of day. He could see everything, not just feel it. Half the pleasure of this came from watching how abjectly Celeste had degraded herself.

Celeste sat up. Her hot ass brushed against his legs. She put her hands on his thighs, seeming to glow with the sunlight spilling off her slender flesh and golden tan, gleaming on the cum that had marked her skin. Though exhausted, her face was a study in lust. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, gluttonously enjoying her last taste of his cum and the spit that had touched his cock. Her breasts heaved as she fought to catch her breath.

Scott moved his hands behind his head and let it drop into their cushion. He luxuriated in the sweetly satisfied ache in his groin, committing to memory how Celeste had looked with her mouth impaled on his stiff prick. He laid there contentedly, almost meditating, aware only dimly of Celeste moving up his body to lay her head down on his chest. He was awash in a sea of afterglow from coming in two of sweet little Celeste’s holes and it would take a long time for that sea to drain away.

“That was incredible,” Scott said. “You were perfect.”

The banality of his praise snapped Rachel out of the spell she’d been under. That was Celeste’s idea of dirty talk now that the fuck was over?

“God,” Scott continued, “I’m so glad you’re not like my other kids.”

Ah-ha. There was the perverted bitch Rachel had come to know at work.

“I’ll never be like them,” Celeste promised. “You can forget all about them, now that you have me.”

Distantly, Rachel heard a bell ringing, but she didn’t pay any attention to it through her sharp irritation at Celeste. She doubted that even Emma could be so aggravating that even her fantasy life was unbearable.

“We were lucky this time,” Scott said, “but we have to be more careful in the future. Next time we do this, there’s no telling who might see us.”

No shit, Rachel thought.

Celeste petulantly sighed. “Do we have to go back right now? Oh, I guess you do—your cock’s soft anyway. But can’t we do this more often? You don’t know how much it sucks when I’m around you and you’re making me so horny, but there’s nothing to do about it.”

“Trust me, I do,” Scott assured her. “And I wish we could. If you don’t know by now how much I love being inside that sweet little pussy you have, I might as well turn in my cock. But with so many stupid people around us all the time, I don’t see any way to improve things right now. Get dressed; I’ll drive us back.”

“But Daddy, when can we be alone again? Please give me an answer.”

“We’ll just have to improvise,” Scott said. “We can’t take any stupid risks, but if we get a chance—you know how much I want you. Though I think we’ve come pretty close to blowing it right here.” 

“Okay, Daddy,” Celeste agreed with unusual diffidence—as if she were losing interest in the fantasy—and then she pulled out her cell phone, the lockscreen a selfie of her and Scott at a baseball game together. “God, when is this dumb bitch going to dismiss us already? If I don’t get to see you in some skintight spandex at Danger Room practice, I am going to lose it.”

Rachel blinked, then hurriedly jumped her consciousness back into the real world, where Celeste truly was checking her phone. The test was over. The bell had rung.

Rachel shook her head, coming back to herself. “Everyone, hand in your tests, finished or not. Get going to your next class.”

If anyone had noticed the lull in her dismissal, or the haze she had come out of, Rachel pointedly ignored it, not bothering to be even casually telepathic. As her students filed out, papers filling her In tray, she considered just what to do about Celeste and her need for ‘Daddy’.