u/brat_sweetie

12 days no orgasm and I’m humping everything like a brainless whore…pillows, desk corners, couch cushions, anything just to grind my soaked, throbbing clit.

I’m dripping constantly, desperate to cum but refusing to break. I got spoiled with regular orgasms lately and now I’m back to aching denial… and it’s breaking me.

I’m too weak to handle this alone so I’m posting here like a dumb needy slut. Please tell me to keep edging. I only want to cum when He allows it.

We were working together at a library, in the quiet rarely used area we normally camp out at. We’d been sitting there for a while, focused on our laptops, the occasional hand sneaking beneath the table to caress the other’s leg.

My battery started dying, so I slipped off my chair and crawled under the table on all fours to hunt for the outlet. The space was tight, my short dress riding up, leaving my ass high in the air as I stretched for the plug.

“Stay.”

Just one word. His voice was low, calm, and I felt my heart jump. Something about the calm command made my cheeks flush and I audibly swallowed. I immediately felt the flood between my legs. I froze on all fours under the table, laptop cord in hand, waiting for him to continue.

He shifted in his chair, lifting one leg just enough to bare the smooth leather of his boot. “Kiss it.”

My face burned, but I did what I was told. I pressed my lips to the soft leather, feeling a little shy at first. Once. Twice. I heard a quiet, satisfied hum from above the table that made me throb. So I kissed his boot again, this time slower, my lips caressing the curve of his boot. The smell of the leather filled my head, and I felt myself getting wetter with every kiss.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Keep going.”

I couldn’t help it. I started rubbing my cheek against his calf like a cat in heat, nuzzling into the fabric of his pants and the cool leather. My tongue darted out, licking along the side of his boot. He reached down and stroked my hair gently, petting me while I worshipped him under the table. Every soft praise made me melt even more.

His hand slid under my dress, fingers tracing up my thigh until they found my soaked panties. He pushed them aside and started playing with my dripping pussy, exactly how he knows I like it. Slow circles on my clit, then sliding two fingers inside me. I had to bite my lip hard to stay quiet, my face still pressed against his leg, licking and kissing his boots while he fingered me right there in the library.

I was shaking, right on the edge, when he finally pulled his hand away. He patted his lap. “Come here, good girl.”

I crawled out flushed and aching. I started to stand but he gently pushed me back down by the shoulders and patted his thigh again. So I stayed on my knees, resting my head on his lap. He smiled down at me, voice low and warm. “Look at you… presenting that pretty pussy for me like a perfect little pet.”

He unzipped, pulled out his cock, and brushed the thick, warm head across my lips. “Such a good girl. You think you’ve earned this?”

I nodded fast, practically whimpering. He let me take him into my mouth, sucking slow at first, savoring how he stretched my lips and filled me so perfectly. His hand rested on the back of my head, guiding me as I swirled my tongue around the head and took him deeper, losing myself in the taste and the filthy thrill of doing it in public.

We both grew desperate. He tucked himself away, grabbed my hand, and led me to a nearby empty janitor’s closet. The second the door clicked shut, he spun me around, bent me over a stack of boxes, and yanked my dress up. He didn’t tease…he thrust into me hard, burying every inch in one stroke.

He fucked me mercilessly, reminding me exactly who I belong to, one hand gripping my hip, the other switching between covering my mouth and squeezing my throat. Skin slapped against skin in the tiny space and he drove into me deep and relentlessly, hitting his favorite spot over and over until my legs were shaking.

My walls began to tremble and I begged for permission to cum. I heard him grunt approvingly and then he thrust into me deep, pressing right up against my cervix and began to grind. We came together…hard. I felt him pulse inside me as my pussy clenched around him, milking every drop of his hot cum. He stayed buried deep, giving me a full creampie as my second reward.

When we finally caught our breath, he kissed the back of my neck and whispered against my skin, “Such a good girl.”