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She pleaded with him to rip that scrap of material off her body and rub her pussy properly. But he'd been explicit in his instructions that she come home after a long day of edging at work with them completely soaked. And she tried, desperately, to obey.  It wasn't that she was being deliberately obstinate, trying to goad him into a spanking that would leave her breathless and sore - a state she adored and one he often put her in. No, he picked a day where it became impossible for her to get away every half hour to spend 2 minutes rubbing her clit.  And that's all he allowed, 2 minutes, touching only her clit. As she watched her day get filled with meetings, she became more and more filled with dread each time the clock ticked past the 30 minute and hour marks.

She successfully only edged 4 times by the time she got home, taking several extra minutes during her brief lunch to edge as many times as she could, even knowing the gusset of her panties wouldn't even be damp by the time she got home.  Even in the car, she worked her clit again and again, though was so frustrated at her situation that she could barely manage to edge once.

The words of explanation tumbled from her lips before he was even able get her skirt down and push her onto the bed.  He quietly listened, his fingers pushing back and forth against the material, forcing it to rub against her soft slick lips and clit. Soon though, it became unpleasant, her words disappearing and becoming replaced with moans and the occasional begging that he pull them from her body, hating the feel of them against her skin. He shushed her and continued on and on, knowing the rubbing was making her sore while at the same finally forcing her closer to obeying his original command.

"Please," she finally murmured to him, her legs starting to shake while he concentrated on circling her clit, the panties rubbing against her distended flesh and forcing her to ride that edge. "I can't hold it back, please you have to stop or I'll cum."

"You can cum as much as you want, baby, but I'm not stopping until these are so wet they shred in my hand. I know you'll be sore and I have a lot of toys here ready to help you out. You have a long night ahead of you."

Work stress is a mood killer. Sounds like he knows that, so he's helping as best he can so she can obey. What a good man.

https://kala.bdsmlr.com/post/116849749

"Cum for me," he grunted. "Milk every drop from my balls. I want you to reek of sex when we go out with our friends tonight. I want them to see you squirm in those cum-soaked panties. Some time during the evening, they're going to end up in your mouth when I fuck you again. I can't wait til they see you after, trying to hide my cum from rolling down your thighs. I cant fucking wait."

Gosh, what an evening ahead for her. I hope she likes the taste of them both soaking her tongue. But, that doesn't really matter, does it?