Maggie's difficult day

It was about nine o'clock before Maggie was able to function again. The encounter with Jon took everything out of her. She sprayed some air freshener around her office and soaked up her fluids with some tissues. Still she was a mess. Her hair and makeup really needed work. The problem was, she had to walk past everyone in the office to get to a restroom to clean up.

Finally she raked a brush over her hair and cleaned her face up as best she could and walked out and headed down the hall. Maggie didn't want to go to the teacher's lounge; she had no idea what to say if someone asked what had happened. So she headed for the far side of the school, where most of the shop classes were. There were mostly boys in those rooms and not many girls in that wing.

She walked into the room and as expected there weren't any girls there. She looked in the mirror and was pleased she didn't look as bad as she thought. Maggie started to wash up when her phone alarm rang. Maggie moaned as it was time once again to edge. This time she was pretty sure Jon wouldn't be around. She walked to the last stall and stripped. Opening up her purse, she pulled out her phone and dildo. In a couple minutes, she was pounding her pussy, her ass pointed at the door with her phone capturing it all.

This time it wasn't as difficult to keep from climaxing. The massive orgasms with Jon had calmed her body. That didn't mean she didn't have to stop a few times, but at least it only took her a half hour to finish.

Maggie mind was totally on her dripping pussy now. She had just finished edging and only had an hour and a half before she had to do it again. She knew she smelled like pussy, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. Her blouse and skirt were wrinkled. It looked like she had slept in them. Her pussy was constantly leaking down her legs, and her nipples seemed to be permanently hard. Maggie sat in the stall and thought about where she could go until the next edging session. Her day was now being dominated by her task to edge. It was as if she was either edging, or recovering from edging, or thinking about where she was going to edge. The school, her responsibilities, her self-esteem all took a back seat to obeying and completing her tasks.

She glanced at the clock in the hall. It was almost eleven o'clock. She had about 45 minutes before she had to start again. She couldn't go back to the shop area restroom unless she wanted to edge for a half hour nonstop. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold back a climax. It also wasn't feasible to head back to her office either. She thought about it and decided to call the office and tell them she had to leave the school and would be back after lunch.

Maggie slipped out of the restroom and started down the hall. She stayed away from the main office and headed for the gymnasium and would leave the school from there. Everything was going according to plan. All the students were in classes and the halls were deserted. But just as she got to the hall leading to the gym, the bell rang and hundreds of kids filled the halls.