Author's note:
This is the sixth chapter in the story of Rebecca and her father John, in which a very big line is crossed, and Rebecca and Janie unwittingly acquire something of a reputation at school.
I strongly recommend reading the first five chapters before this.
This chapter also took a little while longer to write than the first ones, and that will probably also hold true for the next one. My day job is keeping me pretty busy at the moment, but I still make time to write, and I promise I won't keep you waiting for too long.
The warnings are still the same: Very heavy on daddy-daughter and female orgasm denial stuff, and it's a slow burn with heavy romance elements. It's pretty much a kinky love story, really. There's also some recurring spanking and consensual clit torture in there, as well as some light slut-shaming (also consensual).
Again, I love that so many of you seem to like what I write!
So, thank you all once again for spending your precious reading time on me.
Enjoy!
Rebecca's Big Day
Despite having been thoroughly exhausted from the series of incredible orgasms John had given her, it had taken Rebecca a while to fall asleep once he'd sent her back to her room late last night.
Partly because she'd been buzzing from a solid pre-bedtime teasing session, in which he'd taken her right to the edge again several times before locking her back into the chastity belt. She'd squirmed and begged for just one more orgasm - which he'd, of course, not allowed her to have, telling her once again that little girls don't need to cum. Which had just made her even more horny as she staggered back to her own bed.
But mostly because of his promise to her that he'd finally give her what she'd wanted all along and fuck her brains out, provided that she'd still want him to in the morning - which she undeniably, totally, and absolutely would. More than ever; she practically couldn't wait to feel his cock inside her.
She'd wanted to stay in his bed for the night, but she had no wish to go back on the deal she'd made with him, and she'd known she probably wouldn't be able to keep her hands - and various other parts of her anatomy - off him if he was right there beside her, so she'd refrained from asking him.
After all, there were limits to how much self control a horny girl could muster when she had the sweetest, most gorgeous guy in the world lying right there next to her.
But it was okay. It seemed like he needed to be entirely, completely, annoyingly sure that he wasn't taking advantage of her in any way, and she loved him for that. She could wait if that's what it took.
And besides, being sent off to her room all hot and bothered, unable to do anything about it, was a
major
turn-on.
Lying in her bed, she'd texted a bit with Janie to pass the time while she cooled down a bit, sending her a picture of herself in her fishnet stockings and the locked belt. Janie had apparently found the 'chastity bitch in hooker socks' look very hot, and had responded with a short video, showing a closeup of her pink and glistening slit twitching and clenching, along with a message saying
my poor denied kitty.
Which had just started things rolling, with Rebecca upping the ante by sending a video of her own, showcasing how her shiny new metal garment prevented her from even edging like Janie had evidently just been doing. She'd put on quite a show, squirming for the camera, futilely trying to rub herself and tugging ineffectually at the belt, finishing off with a view of her pouting face.
Janie had interjected that she wanted one of her own as soon as possible, but had then gone on to remark that she thought Rebecca looked a
lot
less frustrated than she'd been on Saturday morning, leading to her admitting that her dad had just licked her to a series of massive orgasms that had left her weak like a kitten and trembling in his arms.
When Janie had pointed out that this meant that
she
was actually the most desperate right now, Rebecca had retorted by describing how he'd teased her right to the brink before belting her again, patting her on the ass, and sending her off to bed - and besides, she'd gone for more than a week and a half before then on only edges and a few ruined orgasms.
And so it went for a while, on and on, the girls arguing heatedly about who was the most needy.
Rebecca wasn't really sure who'd won the impromptu competition in the end, but she was pretty sure Janie was planning to one-up her, stating her intention to edge like crazy but to not make herself cum until the following weekend at the earliest - and even then maybe just having a ruin.
Rebecca, of course, couldn't quite top that because of her long-awaited plans for Sunday, but she proudly proclaimed that she was still, technically, ahead on points due to her recent week-and-a-half long dry spell, which Janie couldn't quite match yet.
In the end, they decided that it was late, and that they both needed some sleep. Janie signed off with a picture of herself in the same pose that Rebecca had used recently on the image they'd sent her dad after their joint masturbation session. She was in her black tight top - the one that said SLUT in large white letters - and nothing else. Her legs were spread, and she pouted melodramatically for the camera.
Rebecca had responded in kind, adopting Janie's pose from that same image, holding her fingers up in the shape of a V and smiling broadly into the camera, legs splayed - but of course, her pussy was covered by the metal shield of her chastity belt.
Afterwards, Rebecca couldn't help giggling at how much things had changed over the last few days, and as she finally managed to drift off well after 2 AM, one of her last drowsy thoughts had been that it was a good thing she could sleep in tomorrow.
*****
Rebecca woke up much faster than usual on Sunday morning.
At first it was the usual uncoordinated fumbling, but as soon as her memory center flipped out of stand-by mode, she practically jumped out of bed and did a happy little dance routine, the padlock on her belt clinking softly against the metal in sync with the vigorous movements of her hips.
"Daddy's gonna fuck me todaaaaay!" she sang out to herself to go along with her improvised choreography, a great big smile glued to her face all the while. "Or probably toniiiiiight," she added, thinking that he hadn't exactly told her when it would happen, but assuming that he'd likely draw out the torment.
Of course he would, she thought decisively - he knew she wouldn't have it any other way, after all. And he obviously loved teasing and denying her.
What a perfect pair we are,
she giggled merrily to herself.
