Real quick before the story, I just wanted to say that this is my first attempt at properly writing "like a writer" so I hope you all like it. I am kind of nervous to post it but I am hoping that some feedback will encourage me to continue. I also want to warn you that chapter 1 isn't lewd whatsoever, it is just meeting a character. So if you wanna get straight to the fun stuff you may consider going straight to chapter 2.
Chapter 1 - Meeting Harry
Harry sits and sighs, his head in his hands and his elbows on his desk. One of his more pleasant but less interacted with co-workers walks into his office and sees his tired posture and asks "Long day Harry?"
Harry takes just one more quick moment to himself before raising his head up to greet the man "Hey Jim. You have no idea." It was true, Jim didn't understand how Harry's job could be stressful. On paper, all Harry does is restock supplies for the rest of his co-workers, but his job is complicated by the fact that Harry works with some of the dumbest people on the planet, or at least that is what Harry tells himself. He often feels more like a babysitter than a "materials and equipment technician," which is his proper job title.
Some of his co-workers, like Jim, are normal functioning people who manage to do their jobs with little hassle, but then there are the others. The other people, maybe just 20%, who eat up 90% or more of Harry's effort. He spent three hours today cleaning up a mess of cables and wires and cleaning out a printer because one such 'other' spilled his coffee in the printer and when it stopped working 'he,' if someone so stupid can even be considered a person, tried to 'fix' it by unplugging everything and tangling up the wires because 'surely a cable must be bad, or maybe the electrical outlet died.'
That was just one of a small handful of disasters Harry had to clean up today. So yes, he was tired and it was a long day. But, none of that is Jim's fault and Harry understands that so he greets him "What can I do for you today Jim."
"Oh nothing much, the battery in this here scanner isn't holding its charge like it used to, I think it might need replacin' and we could use a box of staples, so I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone." Jim holds up the dying scanner.
A perfectly easy and reasonable request. "Sure thing Jim, staples are on the shelf behind you and I'll take that scanner and get you a replacement."
As Harry got up from his desk he wished that everyone could be like Jim, just having simple problems with simple solutions. He walked over to a large heavy metal step ladder, picked it up, and carried it over to a tall shelf. Despite its heavy nature and the fact that Harry was in his mid-40s, Harry moved it with ease. He was fairly fit because he has been working mostly manual labor jobs since he was 16. Even this more cushy position still required a fair amount of labor. It is safe to say that more than 20 years of hard work, a not-so-great diet, and a nearly non-existent fitness routine have given Harry a quintessential Dad bod.
He climbed the ladder to the top shelf where the lightweight and rarely replaced scanners go. As he was up there Jim approached with the box of staples "At least the day is almost over. I'll probably be your last customer, something simple to end your day."
Harry laughed, "Ha ha, yeah. At least hopefully you will be." The truth though is that Harry's laugh was mostly a courtesy. His day was long and he was tired, but he knew that he had something important to do at home and he knew that it wasn't going to be easy.
Chapter 2 - Meeting Chloe
In some ways, Chloe is just a normal 19-year-old girl. For instance, right now in her bedroom at home, she is taking a selfie with her tongue sticking out. She has wild short blue hair, but that isn't too strange for a girl her age. She also has a nose ring, which her father isn't thrilled about, but again it isn't too strange for a girl her age.
In some other ways though, she isn't so normal. For instance, in that selfie she just took on her tongue is a little square gummy, and edible specifically. And a little lower than the drugs on her tongue is her pale chest which is completely uncovered leaving her perky b-cup breasts exposed to the camera.
Once the photo was taken and she was happy with it she quickly sent it off to her friend. Well, 'friend' isn't exactly the right word. She sent it off to a guy she knows who is willing to buy her drugs if she is willing to send him nudes when she uses them. One nude per gummy, that is the deal. And of course, she has that same deal with two other guys, not any one of which knows about the other two.
She often sends the three men the same picture which allows her to stockpile some edibles so that she can get as high as she likes as often as she likes, which for her just happens to be very high and daily.
There is nothing she likes more than taking a few gummies and then sitting back and masturbating her day away. She has already been edging for four hours today and her dad shouldn't be home for another four or five hours so she has plenty more time. The gummy she just ate should start affecting her in about an hour and the one she took this morning should last until this more recent one kicks in.
Secure in the comfort that she knows she won't lose her high any time soon, she goes back to masturbating. She has some fairly extreme gang bang porn playing on her large wall-mounted flatscreen that her daddy got her, but that isn't what she is interested in right now. That is too tame for her right now. No, instead she is talking with a man online and he has some very interesting views on women that she finds arousing.
The two have been talking for a few weeks and have been exchanging lots of porn, mostly bdsm photos and gifs with dominant men and submissive women with a special focus on women being degraded and objectified. Chloe knew it was wrong, but she found the images so exciting and her body craved seeing them. Part of her longed to be treated like those girls, to be taken advantage of and used.
Last week she asked her new friend to give her a rule to live by. After some back and forth they decided that whenever she goes to shower she must leave her bedroom naked and return to her bedroom naked. It sounds like a simple rule, but the bathroom is about a five-second walk from her bedroom and she lives with her father still. So every time she has taken a shower in the past week there has been a small chance that her father would get a glimpse of her slender body, pale skin, perky bouncy boobs, tight round butt, and her smooth waxed pussy.
So far she has been careful to only shower while her dad isn't home, but if she is being honest with herself that has taken some of the daring fun out of the rule. She wants more.
She types out a message to send to her online friend. "Excuse me, Sir, this silly little slut was wondering if maybe you would pretty please give me another rule. The last one you gave me is fun but I am ready for another one."
While she waits for a reply she turns her attention back to her tv where some blonde is surrounded by six men and her face and tits are already covered in cum. Chloe's left hand moved to rub her pussy through her thin lavender panties while her right hand went to play with her nipples.
Chapter 3 - The Reply, part 1
Over two hours had passed since Chloe had sent the message to her new friend. In that time her gummy kicked in and she had two powerful, leg-shaking edges. The kind of edge where she was so close that a breeze could have sent her over the edge into a full-blown, eye-rolling, body-quivering, moaning, screaming, orgasm.
Luckily for her, there was no breeze. Chloe has managed to deny herself the wonder of that orgasm for nearly a month now. Chloe has found that she is happier when she is horny and when she denies herself like this she is always horny. Right now her panties are soaked and sticking to her body, but that is to be expected because she has been edging for nearly seven hours already and she has been wearing them the whole time.
What edging gives her is different. Edging makes even mundane tasks like grocery shopping exciting for her as her aroused mind wonders about every man she passes and fantasizes about how they would use her if given the chance.
She fantasizes that the husband with his wife would bend her over and take out his frustrations with his wife on her backside with a belt.
She fantasizes that the overweight man in the chip isle would tie her up under his desk and he would make her service him as he played computer games.
She fantasized about not having enough money and the cashier and manager taking her into the back to make her pay with her body and she fantasizes about the man in the parking lot forcing her into his truck.
Edging and orgasm denial sends her to bed with a smile on her face every night and wakes her up with a slick sticky mess on her thighs every morning. She loves it.
Edging has even made her more confident. Before becoming an edge slut she never used to have the confidence to talk to strangers about sex or send nudes to guys.
Before she started edging she was just a shy timid girl who spent her time playing Animal Crossing and The Sims. But edging is helping her see that she is more than just a shy timid girl. She is fuck meat. A living breathing sex toy. A doll for men to use and abuse. As far as she is concerned edging is helping her become what she was meant to be. Before edging she had no direction, and now she has purpose.
Her online friend understands that. He sees her as a silly little slut and he makes sure she knows that. All he cares about is using her to get himself off and he is training her to enjoy being used. When he got the request for a new rule he knew that he was doing a good job. He gave the request some thought and then sent her the following message.
"So slut, you want another rule? I have so many I could give you, but I don't think I will. These rules take thought, effort, and creativity to come up with. A stupid smooth-brained gooner like yourself probably can't understand those things. So, to simplify it for you, if you want another rule you are going to have to earn it.
Now close your mouth and stop drooling on your tits, and beg me to give you a chance to entertain me and then if you do a good enough job I MIGHT maybe consider giving you another rule."
