Jane looked around the quiet video rental store and bit her lip.
She still had another half an hour left at work, but there were no customers. Her coworker, Brent, was in the back, rewinding tapes that had been returned. She was alone, and her pussy had been aching so badly all day.
She leaned back slowly against the edge of the shelf behind her, and bit harder to hold back the gasp that wanted to break free at the feeling of the hard corner pressing against her ass and the lips of her pussy through the fabric of her jeans. Her clit throbbed and her insides fluttered.
Jane hesitated. She couldn't come like this, could she? She'd be in big trouble if she came, and if Daddy found out about it...but she wasn't rubbing her clit or anything. It just felt so good.
And could Daddy even really tell? If she just had a little one at work, and then had a shower when she got home, how would he know?
She wiggled her hips back and forth a little, and her eyes slid shut as a zing of pleasure went through her. If she leaned forward just right, she could feel the pressure of the shelf deep inside of her, almost like a man's cock entering her. She shivered.
A hand touched the inside of her thigh. Jane gasped and her eyes flew open.
Brent was standing in front of her, smirking. He was thin and gangly, and not at all the kind of man she was attracted to, but the pressure of his hand on the inside of her thigh made her clit go crazy, twitching and tingling. It took her a moment to understand the words he was saying.
"If you wanted...there's no security cameras in the bathroom, and it's pretty much time to close up for the night..."
"What? No!" she said, then hurriedly pushed his hand off of her. He put his hands in the air and backed up.
"Okay, okay! You just seem pretty, y'know, worked up there. I'm just saying, I've never had any complaints."
"I'm not allowed," she blurted, and he gave her a funny look.
"Not allowed? I thought you were single?"
"My Daddy doesn't let me play around with boys."
The look on Brent's face became even stranger. "You're nineteen and your dad still tells you what to do? What, are you a virgin?"
Jane took a breath and lifted her chin. "Yes. I am. And I'm going to stay that way until I meet the man I'm ready to marry."
"Wow." Brent stared at her, then said, "alright, whatever. Stop humping the shelves, then, freak."
Jane blushed. She hadn't realized she was being that obvious. "I wasn't!"
"Sure. Listen, I'll close up, you just go home and, uh...do whatever you need to do. I'll clock you out when I leave."
She hesitated. Accepting the deal felt too much like admitting to what she had been doing, but she was so embarrassed and aroused that it would be torture to stand around for the next fifteen minutes while Brent closed the store.
And if she got home a little early, she would have a little more time before Daddy got home...
"Fine," she muttered, and grabbed her things before fleeing the store.
***
Ten minutes later, Jane reached home: the little trailer she shared with her step-father.
It had been just the two of them for a few years, ever since her mother died. They looked out for each other. It was true that her step-father had come into her life pretty late, once she was a teen, but she'd never known her real father, and she was so grateful for how he looked after her, it seemed natural for him to be her Daddy.
But sometimes his rules were really, really hard to follow.
She dropped her purse in her bedroom, then came back out into the living room and kitchen area. She wasn't going to do it. She'd promised him that she wouldn't come without permission. She'd given her word!
But her pussy ached so, so badly. The whole walk home, her clit had been so swollen that she could feel the seam of her jeans riding up against it.
That was it. She had to change out of her stupid jeans.
She went back into her bedroom quickly and stripped. The cool air on her damp panties made her shiver and bite her lip again. She stopped and looked at herself in her floor-length mirror; she was standing in front of her dresser.
She backed up, slowly, until her ass made contact with it, and pressed herself back against it the way she had been doing at the store, just to see how it looked.
Oh, shit. It really was obvious what she had been doing. There was no way she could convince Brent otherwise.
She stood back up again and sighed quietly at the loss of the pressure against her tingling pussy, rubbing a hand down one of her thighs. It was so, so hard not to touch. But that was one of Daddy's biggest rules. He'd come home from work early one day, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, and found her using a cheap little finger vibrator on herself that she'd spent her birthday money on.
Jane's eyes closed again as she remembered the buzzy sensation of the little vibrator on her clit. It had been the first and only time she'd gotten to try it out. Just the memory of it made her pussy clench hard.
She leaned back against the corner of her dresser, just lightly, letting the hard edge of it part the flaps of her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. She couldn't hold back a quiet whimper at the sensation.
Daddy had taken the vibe and thrown it away. It was for her own good; she hadn't realized what playing with that kind of toy might do to her. Daddy had explained it all to her, that if she played with herself too much, it might make it hard to come for her husband when she found one. It might turn her into a slut, looking for bigger and bigger cocks, never satisfied.
So she'd agreed to let Daddy control when she touched and when she got to come. And Daddy was really nice about it; he let her come on special occasions, and if she asked nicely, she could have a ruin whenever she wanted, as long as he was there to watch and make sure she did it properly.
But, oh, it was so hard sometimes to be a good girl. Her last real orgasm had been on her birthday, and that was months ago.
