Note from the author: This is a sequel to my previously posted story, Following the Rules, which you may want to read first. As established in the original story, Jane is a nineteen-year-old woman who lives with her stepfather, who she calls her Daddy; she has promised him that she'll remain a virgin until marriage, and she also has agreed to allow her Daddy to control her orgasms to prevent her from becoming too reliant on vibrators or other toys for sexual satisfaction, so that she can be a better wife for her future husband.
"Come on. Just let me touch your tits a little," Brent wheedled. "We've been dating for like two weeks."
"I'm really not supposed to," Jane hissed, glancing around the video rental store where they worked. It was nearly closing time, and nobody was there, but she still felt watched; every time Brent said that they were dating, she felt like her Daddy was going to jump out from nowhere and demand to know what business she had dating a boy without telling him.
She didn't even really like Brent very much. He was thin and weedy-looking, while she preferred big, strong men--someone like her Daddy--but it was kind of nice how he bought her gifts and took her out to dinner, and he stopped bugging her for sex once she started giving him blowjobs. It was a kind of slutty thing to do, she was pretty sure, but it meant she could protect her virginity, and also that she wouldn't have an orgasm or a ruin without her Daddy's permission.
Some parts of dating were hard. Like kissing--when Brent kissed her, sometimes it was just kind of gross, but sometimes it really got her pussy hot. Brent could tell, too, if she squirmed too much, and he would try to put a hand between her legs and offer to touch her down there, and she always had to stop him. It took a lot of self-control, and she couldn't even tell herself that her Daddy would be proud of her, because she knew she was breaking his rules by dating a boy at all without telling him.
"Well?" Brent demanded. "Come on, it's closing time. Let me touch your tits a little bit before you suck me off. I'm good at it."
Jane didn't know what he meant by that, but she decided she'd had enough of his whining. "Okay, fine."
"Yes," Brent cheered, bouncing in place, then he rushed to lock the doors and throw up the closed signs. "Meet me in the back office." They'd originally been meeting up in the bathrooms, because there were no cameras in there, but Jane had flat-out refused to go down on her knees on a dirty bathroom floor, and Brent had figured out that the manager's office didn't have cameras either; so that was where she usually sucked him off, or she'd give him a handjob in his car after he took her out to dinner.
Jane walked back to the crowded little office and sat on the little clear spot on the desk there, waiting. She was careful not to rest her aching pussy on the edge of the desk; it had been weeks since her Daddy had last let her come, and if she let anything touch her down there, it got really hard to think about anything else but how badly she wanted an orgasm.
Just thinking about that most recent come made a shiver of need go up her spine as her pussy clenched. It used to be that her Daddy would just watch and talk her through touching herself--with her fingers, never with a toy--to give herself a ruined orgasm or, on special, wonderful occasions, a real one; but lately he'd decided it would be good for her to get used to feeling of another person's touch, the hands of a man who might not know exactly what she liked best.
Most recently, as a little reward for her getting a raise at work, Daddy had sat her naked in his lap and rubbed his big fingers over her needy clit in deliciously slow circles, and then faster and faster as she begged him for more, until she came so hard that she passed out right there on top of him.
Her clitty twitched just thinking about it, and she chewed her lip, squirming a little on the desk. Brent walked in around then, and he grinned, watching her adjust her weight.
"Excited for it? I promise, I know what I'm doing. You'll love this."
"Sure," she said, still not sure what he was talking about. She'd tried squeezing her breasts a couple of times like she'd seen in the porn her Daddy had accidentally left in the VHS that one time, but it didn't really feel like anything; she figured this would probably be the same, but Brent seemed excited to do it, so whatever. "I'm not taking my shirt off."
"That's fine," Brent said. "Let's make out a little first."
She shrugged and nodded. Brent stepped up to her, so that she had to spread her knees so that he could get between them, and they kissed; the position of him standing there, with her knees spread so wide, just the way they had been when her Daddy had touched her clit so nicely, really got to Jane. By the time Brent was done kissing her, she was breathing hard and trying to ignore how her pussy was fluttering and begging for attention.
Then Brent slipped his hand up inside of her shirt--inside of her bra, even--and his fingers brushed over her nipple, and she gasped. The sensation was electric, making her spine arch forward and her hips rock.
"Yeah," Brent said smugly. "Told you you'd like it." He trapped her nipple between two fingers and rolled it there, and Jane let out a startled groan, jerking in place. It felt like he was pulling on a string directly connected to the inside of her cunny, the aching place where she most needed to come.
"Oh--Brent--" she moaned. He pulled his hand out of her shirt, and she took a few deep breaths, feeling disappointed but telling herself that she shouldn't; this was way too dangerous. She had no idea her nipples could feel that good.
But Brent wasn't done with her yet. He pulled her shirt and her bra down from the top until her tit popped out, exposed.
"Brent!" she gasped, lifting a hand to try and right her clothing, but he grabbed her breast in his hand and lifted it to his mouth and pressed his tongue against her nipple, and she immediately had to drop her hand to clutch at the edge of the desk so that she didn't fall off. "Oh--oh--!"
"Mm-hmm," Brent hummed, then latched his lips around her nipple, suckling and licking incessantly. Jane panted and squirmed as the heat zinged through her body, traveling straight from her nipple to her pussy and gathering there. It felt almost like Brent had his lips locked around her pussy instead, like he was licking inside of her, and the idea of it made her moan. The pleasure built slowly at first, a deliciously hard tease--and then all of a sudden it was building too fast, she was way too close, tumbling towards that forbidden cliff.
"Stop, stop!" she gasped, and pushed Brent off--just in time, if the frantic squeezing of her bereft pussy was anything to judge by. "Ohh. Oh my god." She squirmed on the desk and tried not to rub her thighs together, even though she was aching for it; she was too close to orgasm.
"Yeah? Did you come?" Brent demanded smugly.
"Um. Y-yeah," Jane lied, because she didn't want to deal with the questions if she tried to explain that she wasn't allowed; Brent already thought she was a prude and a freak for wanting to stay a virgin. She squeezed her hands hard on the edge of the desk, focusing on the pain of the corner digging into her skin, until she felt the throbbing pressure of the almost-orgasm start to recede inside her. "Do you want me to...?"
"Hell yeah," he said, already unzipping his jeans.
Jane slipped down onto the floor and sucked Brent off. She was learning how to do it well, so she made this one fast, stroking his shaft hard and fast as she sucked on the head; she needed to get home, and quick, so that her Daddy could give her a ruined orgasm. Her pussy was melting for it. She knew her panties would be absolutely soaked when she got her jeans off.
"Slow down a little," Brent groaned. She ignored him and sucked harder, and he grunted and thrust into her mouth. "Jeezus, Jane, you're good at this--fuck--I'm gonna--"
"Hello? Janey?" a voice called, way too close to the door of the office. Her Daddy's voice?!
Jane pulled off of Brent with a surprised gasp, just as his cock started to spurt. Brent reached down and jerked himself off quickly, cursing at her for stopping, and Jane yelped as he sprayed his thick cum across her face.
The door of the office opened, and Jane found herself kneeling on the floor, covered in cum, and staring up into her Daddy's stunned face.
