Author's note:
This is the seventh chapter in the story of Rebecca and her father John, in which Janie gets more and more involved in the steamier side of things.
I strongly recommend reading the previous chapters before this.
This chapter (again) took longer to write than the first ones, and this will most likely also be the case for the next one. I'm not slacking off or anything; my day job is just keeping me unusually busy right now.
I am still taking regular time out of my schedule to get some writing done, and I will keep publishing stories. I love writing too much to stop!
As for content warnings, this story is very heavy on daddy-daughter and female orgasm denial stuff, and it's a slow burn that's heavy on the romance. A perverted love story, really. There's also a bit of pussy spanking and consensual clit torture in there, as well as some consensual slut-shaming.
There's a small apparent non-sequitur in this story about the snooty upper-class girl Jeanette, which will be explained in one of my upcoming stories once I finish writing it.
Once more, thank you all for spending your precious reading time on my scribblings.
Enjoy!
Rebecca's New Toy
John was tired.
Not sleepy tired, just mentally exhausted, his brain feeling sluggish. He got why his boss had been so eager to get him to come in - that project had been a real mess. It had been hard work, but he'd finally managed to get it mostly back on track along with his colleagues, even if it did end up taking them most of the day.
And the evening. He yawned for the umpteenth time.
On the bright side, he wouldn't have much to do tomorrow except a few finishing touches - three or four hours at most - so he expected to be able to leave early. Probably in ample time to pick up Rebecca after class.
Thinking of his lovely daughter ignited a warm tingle in his heart. Which then spread further down as he thought of what they'd been doing lately. His cock stirred. He couldn't wait to get home and -
No, wait... Janie was also in the house, wasn't she? So, he might not be able to get up to any naughty stuff with her tonight.
A shame, but maybe he'd get up early tomorrow, go to her room and wake her up by unlocking her belt and slipping into her. His little girl was such a heavy sleeper she probably wouldn't wake up until he was fully inside her.
Or they could find a secluded spot somewhere on the way home from school tomorrow - he could take her into the back seat and fuck her, or maybe just have his horny little princess give him a blowjob.
Without allowing her to cum, of course... she'd whine and beg for it, but she'd love being denied yet again.
Oh, well. Even if that wasn't possible, he knew they had all the time in the world for him to do all sorts of wonderful and depraved things with his beautiful baby girl. He chuckled to himself, feeling like a depraved old pervert for thinking of his daughter like that.
Fortunately, that gorgeous girl of his was at least as perverted as he was.
He realized he was getting rock-hard. Again. That seemed to be happening a lot lately - which was, of course, her fault.
Okay... better just ignore it for now and focus on getting home.
He stopped by the Chinese restaurant closest to their house and had a chat with the little Asian lady running the place while waiting for his order. Not that he had much of a choice in that regard - the woman was notorious in the neighborhood for being irrepressibly talkative and somewhat rude, but John quite liked the strangely off-beat conversations he often ended up having with her. She'd built up a decent English vocabulary over the years, and he'd gotten used to her impressively broken pronunciation and cheerful disregard for grammar by now.
Then he drove the rest of the way through the rain-lashed and mostly deserted streets.
His brain was pretty much running on autopilot by the time he backed into the driveway, the air inside the car saturated with of the smell of Kung Pao chicken. He turned off the engine, hiked up his collar to guard against the driving rain outside, and grabbed the bag with the food from the passenger seat before getting out into the chilly autumn darkness.
After trudging the short way to the door through the nearly freezing wind, the cold raindrops like icy needles pricking at his skin, he fiddled with his keys for a moment before managing to unlock it. He hurried inside and shut it behind him with a relieved sigh, grateful for blessed warmth inside the house and the fact that he wouldn't have to go outside again today.
"I'm home," he called out as he took off his jacket. "Finally," he added with a tired sigh.
He heard the unmistakable sound of Rebecca's bare feet padding out into the hallway behind him.
"Hi, daddy," she beamed as he turned around, sounding like he'd made her day just by showing up.
It was a good thing he'd put the takeout bag down to remove his jacket, or he would have dropped it. She was wearing her chastity belt, but nothing else. His heart skipped a beat at the feeling he got seeing her smile, and the sheer beauty of her. She looked very aroused - her nipples had pebbled up into tiny hard peaks, her cheeks were flushed, and the delicate skin around the metal plate between her legs was glistening.
"Hi, pumpkin," he smiled, a little flustered, but definitely happy to see her.
He knew she'd planned to give Janie the chastity belt today, and he was aware that the two girls had considerably ramped up their fooling around lately, but he hadn't expected his daughter to be strutting around nearly naked when he got home.
"Feeling a little hot?" he added with a quizzically raised eyebrow.
"Mmm-hmm," she confirmed with a bedroom smile, tiptoeing up to give him a sloppy kiss with a generous amount of tongue thrown in. He gave her cute butt a little squeeze while she was at it, and it made her roll her hips and moan into his lips, her marked reaction to the simple touch confirming that she was as horny as she looked.
"I thought you said Janie was here?" he said after she broke the kiss, wondering briefly why his daughter's friend wasn't out in the hallway, doing her usual flirty routine. His tired brain just had time to consider that Janie might also be somewhat less than decent before Rebecca interrupted his thoughts.
"She is. She's in the living room," she said casually, helpfully picking up the bag with the food - making sure to bend over at the hips and providing him with a view that distracted him once again - and disappearing back out of the hallway with no further explanation while he took off his shoes.
"Hi, Janie," he called out, wondering absentmindedly why the otherwise talkative blonde wasn't saying anything. He stepped into the living room.
...and stopped dead in the doorway, blinking as his brain tried to process the scene before his eyes.
