Thursday night [f] | 2016

First part: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/51qm70/sitting_in_class_f/?st=isvrx5pz&sh=9b7a174c

TL;DR I sat on a dildo and anal beads in class for 90 minutes.

"I did something bad..." I teased him. Imagining punishing ideas bubbling up in his brain while he thinks I didn't stop myself from cumming. But of course I did, I'm a good girl.

I sent him the link to my first part, showing him that I let the internet know, 100 miles/ 180 km away, he has full control of my little pussy...

After a full day of class, I finally got to unwind and hang out with friends. It's already 12 on a Thursday, everybody was buzzed with one thing or another. I was idly chatting and making smart offensive jokes. New message notification.

"Are you still enjoying the last moments you're allowed to touch yourself?"

I clenched, stopped mid-sentence. I could feel my pussy getting wet, the wave of lust washing over, my eyes rolling back.. "What's wrong?" Someone noticed. "Nothing."

"..push against your clit through your pants.."

Hmm.. fun idea. But sitting directly towards a guy friend, this would not be unnoticeable. I grabbed my stuffed money Henry and placed him on my crotch. "So do you guys wanna get burger tomorrow or something?" I snapped my finger at a stoned dude. My other hand slid down and discretely pressed on my clit. Fuck, it is so sensitive. I almost made a noise. I reached down further, my jeans are soaking wet, poor Henry, guarding my slutty secret.

"I want to see more of you."

A giddy smile creeped up on my face. Biting my lips, I ducked into my friend's bathroom. Staring straight into the camera with a wild smile, revealing and griping hard on my boob, imagining myself groped, licked and if lucky, fucked.

Straightening my hair, I rejoined my friends, "Dude, you have a nice bathroom.." They didn't suspect a thing.

"Can you removed your panties? And then go back to your friends?"

Two bathroom trips within 2 minutes? But I was too horny to care. I closed the bathroom door, stripped down my jeans, peeling the underwear off my swollen and slippery pussy. Rolled it up, and stuffed it in my mouth. Hmm, I taste interesting. Obligatory photo, stuffed my undies in my back pocket, and back to normal. "How much water did you drink? " Someone is joking. "eh, I wanted to.. ah.. use the mirror..." Ooops. I could feel myself pussy gushing.

"when I go to sleep... it's over.. you can't touch yourself"

This registered a tiny panic. My clit suddenly started pulsing, begging for attention. "Oh gross, I need to wash my hands.." ...Not shaky excuse at all. I sat down on the toilet, stuffed my right hand down my pants, grazed over my erect clit, almost let out a yelp. Shit.. Did anyone notice? I froze, but the conversation outside continued as normal. I repositioned and started rubbing and recording. Imagining my legs flipped over, and being mercilessly pounded on my friend's toilet. Just edging, no cumming, none, just edging I kept thinking. But my fingers are glued to my pussy, I wouldn't stop. I'm dangling on the edge, moaning and whimpering. I want it so badly my brain is floating in ecstasy, but I have to be discrete and in full control. I have to stop right before the peak. I have to. One more second. One more. STOP! I jerked my hand away. "awg...oh fuck.." I groaned in full frustration.

"Are you okay in there?" "ehm.. yeah I'm good. Hit my foot on something.. I'm good." I came back to reality. Looked into the mirror, my face was all red and sweaty. I put my glasses on and went back outside. "You got something poking out of your butt pocket." "Oh! ah.. it's a..." I stuffed the stained panties in as quickly as possible, "nothing".

That was the last time I was allowed to edge. I broke the rule by secretly edging after he went to sleep. I wonder if my punishment would be spanking or getting fucked in the ass without lube by his monster cock. Although right now, with my hungry pussy soaking through my carpet yet completely untouched, I couldn't care less.

No orgasm till Saturday.