Risking an Orgasm for Expulsion – [FM][inexperienced][college][18 y/o][risky sex][publisc sex][deepthroating][exhibitionism]

I didn’t know there was a bar on campus. That was weird, right? I had never heard of a university that sponsored drinking. I guessed they were like the “cool parents” that host parties at their homes, thinking it was better that kids drank in a controlled space. The more I thought, the more it made sense. Maybe this could be the event to replenish me.

The sun was setting after my last class. I caught my reflection in the glass exterior of a nearby building. Gross. I didn’t look ready to go out at all. Would it be weird to go alone? Did I even have the charisma to trick a room of people into believing that I belonged in the crowd? I shook myself back to my senses. It was just a concert. I had flown solo before. I could do just fine if I focused on the music.

Back at my dorm, I tore through my wardrobe. I wanted to project a non-pretentious sexiness, maybe highlight my body’s. I chose an emerald velvet corset top with thick boning in the front and a chunky silver zipper in back, some high-waisted cigarette pants, and chunky black heels. I ran a brush through my hair and applied a dash of sparkly eyeshadow.

The person staring back in the mirror was much more presentable, and I had hope I could power through any awkwardness. Before I slipped out, I asked my roommate if I could take one of her medicated edibles. I couldn’t face it sober, and I wasn’t ready to try and scam some booze at a university bar. She grabbed one for herself as well, tapping it against mine before we both gulped them down. Cheers to me, cheers to not fucking up in a social setting too badly. Maybe edibles weren’t the best idea when I was already feeling paranoid, but it was too late for second thoughts.

Somehow, I was granted access. Security marked two bold x’s on my hands. There was a good mix of people, some in groups, some alone like me. I didn’t see a lot of other x’s when I scanned around, most sporting an orange wristband. The ink on my hands felt like a mark of shame, not an innocuous indication of age. Everyone was older than me, more established, able to float around the room without a fear of judgment or sense of dread. Even worse, the edible had already started taking hold, emphasizing each sensation, positive or negative. Luckily, a voice rang out over the loudspeakers to welcome the band to the stage and stop my spiraling.

As they played, I caught a guy looking at me too long to have been an accident. He was skinny, average height, with a strong, angular face under some heavy stubble, and the rays of the strobe lights reflected off the lenses of his thick-framed glasses. A flare, a signal in the night sky. I wanted to answer his call, but wasn’t sure how. The songs passed by, and I stopped paying attention to the stranger. I let the music take over my body, swaying and extending my arms high above my head. The humid haze in the room was comforting. I was lost in the moment, submitting entirely to the beat.

A tap on the shoulder roused me from my reverie. It was him. Up closer, he was a lot cuter than I had expected. Even in the low light, I could admire the strong curve of his nose and straight teeth of his mischievous smile.

“Hey, I’m Chase. Haven’t seen you here at all before–you a freshman?”

I tried not to frown. This seemed condescending. Oh, so I must be a freshman if you had never seen me at your exclusive club. Sure, it was true, but he didn’t have to go assuming shit. I decided to give him a shot. Not like I was great at first impressions either.

“Hi. I’m Edie. Why do you think I’m a freshman?”

It was hard to hear his response. I thought that could’ve been part of his game, approach me when it was loud so he’d have to get close to my ear. I darted my eyes to the stage, then back to him, and decided I had already seen enough. My interest was piqued. I had never hooked up with a stranger at a bar before, not even with anyone more than a year or two older than me. I broke up with my boyfriend before I had moved. He was shy, modest, not enough for the fledgling freak growing in my soul. Maybe Chase could be that change of pace for me.

“Wanna go sit outside on the benches? It’s loud in here.”

Without a word, he took my hand and led me to the exit. He looked slightly surprised in a way, as if he didn’t do this very often but took the chance on me. We sat on the benches. A breeze was rustling against the palms in the cool desert night. I shivered. He draped his arm around me.

“This better?”

“Big time. Thank you. So, why did you think I was a freshman?”

“I mean, I haven’t seen you around, and I’m at that bar a lot. My friend is one of the sound dudes. Also…I’m not sure. You just have a look to you like you don’t hate the world yet…like this school hasn’t ruined you like most people here.”

I shrugged against his arm.

“I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He backtracked, sounding less secure, more timid.

“No…I mean, yeah, it’s a compliment. You looked like you were having a lot of fun. It made me remember why I liked going to concerts…and maybe just liking music in general. To see the way you threw your head back and…I don’t know, did that thing with your hips. You reached the jaded part of me.”

I stared at him, taken aback at the gravity of his comment. His expression grew worried as a couple seconds passed without me speaking.

“I didn’t mean to be, like, weird or anything. I know you don’t even know me…I just meant I really liked the way you enjoyed yourself. It emitted a lot of happiness.”

I laughed dryly.

“Well, it’s crazy how much unhappiness I emit in other situations. I’ve been having a rough time.”

He stroked my hair with a nurturing energy.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel bad by saying any of this then. Damn dude, why haven’t you gotten up and left me yet?”

“Mm…I get the feeling there must be something endearing in there somewhere.”

With a small smile, his long, strong fingers rubbed the curve of my shoulder, tickling my soft bare skin. My ear was close enough for him to lean over and whisper into it, making my breath quicken and body shudder again.

“So, Pretty Edie, other than being cold and being the undisputed dancing queen, how’re you doin’ tonight?”

“Wicked great. I’m a bit stoned right now, ate a big gummy.”

Chase laughed, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a small, tightly rolled joint.

“Smoked the other one of these before the band went on. Want to add on to your high?”

I hesitated for a second, then nodded. I held it in my mouth while he lit it. I was learning so much–“higher” education, I guess. I’d never smoked before coming to school, and I was finding that it helped me immensely in these exact situations, intimate ones. I was losing my innocence, and Chase was not a step in a more wholesome direction. I didn’t think that was a bad fate.

I took a moderate-sized hit and held it for a few seconds, eyes closed until I exhaled.

“Thank you for that. You’re a nice dude, aren’t you?”

“Heh, I’m no saint.”

We passed the joint back and forth. He revealed that, although he was twenty-six, he was only a junior, according to credits.

“Had to take some time off to deal with family stuff.”

I understood, didn’t press it. It was no time to set off an awkward emotional admittance that didn’t really matter to me. I leaned my body in closer, melting into the shared warmth. We giggled as we waved away the clouds of smoke and blabbered away through coughing fits. Illuminated by the street lights, I could finally see his eyes, brown and shining like freshly varnished hardwood. He wasn’t breaking eye contact, enraptured by whatever I was saying. We were two magnetic poles, not even noticing as the hours passed. Soon, we were completely alone, only the sounds of nighttime wildlife murmuring as ambiance. My body felt glued to the seat. Chase’s warmth still radiated, my head against his chest. His heartbeat was fast, excited, validating the buildup of energy in my nerves. He spoke sleepily as he played with my hair.

“Wow, no one’s here, huh?”

“Mhmm.”

“No one at all.”

“Yep.”

He removed his arm and eyed me, gaze and lingering on my lips.

“Would you be mad if I kissed you right now?”

“What? Why would I be mad?”

“Well, I’ve never done this type of thing before. What’s the etiquette? Am I allowed?”

I grabbed both of his hands and placed them in my lap, smiling. I knew he was just dwelling on stupid things because of the weed. It was making him even more attractive. It disarmed me, knowing that the playing field was even. I had been thinking about kissing him too, his full bottom lip just asking for little bites.

“Of course you’re allowed. Kiss me. I’ve been waiting literally for hours.”

I barely finished my sentence before his lips pressed against mine. I could feel him smiling through the kiss. It was electric, our mouths fighting for dominance of whose lip would be on top, whose tongue would control the moment. Chase’s hands gripped around my hips, holding me firmly to keep me close. I gasped against his mouth, so needy for his touch elsewhere. I reached for his thigh, lightly stroking it over his jeans.

From the pulling of the denim, I could tell he was already hard, but I didn’t want to touch him. Where could that lead? Would he really get his dick out when there was an easy eye-line from the walking path? Still, I wanted things to escalate.

I felt Chase’s hands move from my hips, reaching under me and cupping my ass instead. I was practically on his lap already from him pulling me forward, so it was easy to slide forward and mount him. I felt my panties getting wetter and became very aware of the pants I was wearing. The friction would have to be enough for now. It was like humping my pillow when my roommates were asleep, shoving my face down into the mattress so no one would hear me moan, except that this was much better.

What followed was a frenzy of gripping hair and necks while I rocked myself against him. There was no denying how hard his cock was. I hadn’t seen enough guys naked to know what was normal, or what was above average, but he was definitely bigger than my ex had been, significantly bigger. As I rubbed my clit against his hard-on and the raised seam of his pants, I already had to control my moans, afraid they would echo against the buildings.

“Oh, Edie. You like this a lot, don’t you?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned forward to moan into his shirt, whimpering before I was able to control my breathing again and respond.

“We should’ve done this inside. Me rubbing against you to the music.”

He thrust up against me while squeezing my ass hard, making me yelp and giggle, then harder, securing my posture firmly. He seemed serious. His expression went from a playful grin to one of authoritative assertiveness.

“What, so you could cum like a little slut on the dance floor?”

His words stung in a wonderfully painful way. Finally, this was the opportunity to learn why some people liked to be called dirty things. I felt called out, put in the spotlight without knowing my lines. I didn’t mind. I may not have known how I wanted to be talked to, but he clearly did. I had never felt this wet before with anyone else, nor myself alone in my bed. This was a new type of wetness, persistent. The outside of my pants was damp from it seeping through the layers.

I felt his grasp tightening on me as he chuckled dryly, mockingly.

“You can’t even talk. That’s crazy. You must like being called a little slut. Well, that’s what you are if you’re going to sit here at 2AM and rub against a near-stranger’s dick.”

“Mm, I know. I’m a slut. I can’t stop thinking about what it looks like…because it feels amazing.”

He looked at me, then over to the footpath, then back to me. Did he want to show me? We could probably compromise, have him pull back his pants and underwear so I could catch a sneak peek. Then he could just put it away and we’d part ways for the night, make some plans to see each other another time.

He shifted me off his lap and began taking his calculated risk. I hadn’t thought he would actually unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. It all happened so fast, I had no time to process before his cock was out in full, the gleaming head staring at me invitingly. It was extremely impressive, almost comically large against his thin stomach and raised hip bones. A slender guy with a fat cock, go figure.

As I continued to look, a blush extended across my entire body, along with a blaze of heat in my crotch. What would I even do with it? Do I touch it? I wasn’t sure, so I just showered him with praise.

“That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, Chase.”

He chuckled, wrapping his hand around it and starting to stroke slowly while looking at me. His shoulders rested lazily against the bench as he arched an eyebrow.

“I’m sure you haven’t seen that many to compare to.”

“Enough of them.”

“You’re really trying to make me call you a slut again.”

He used his free hand to pull me close to him again. He wanted to kiss me again, slide his tongue into my mouth, let the softness of my lips make him even harder. As the embrace continued, his touch moved from my neck to just below my top, playing with the ends of the boning and letting his fingers tickle the skin. Slowly, his hand crawled upwards. He rubbed up with an open palm and slowly felt each curve, only stopping once he reached one of my hard nipples. I hadn’t bothered wearing a bra, and Chase was excited to realize that himself, circling his thumb against my nipple, barely making contact at first.

“Mm, fuck. I didn’t even know you had nothing underneath. How’re your tits so big and round? They’re fucking perfect. Damn.”

He jiggled my breast under my shirt, stroking himself a little faster as he did.

“You know, I don’t normally sit in public with my dick out. This is quite the special occasion for me.”

“Well, I’ve never done something like this either! I wish I could do something right now, too.”

He stopped stroking, staring at me with that same serious expression he had earlier.

“Why can’t you?”

“A-are you being serious?”

My words felt shallow in my throat. I wracked my brain trying to even remember how to have sex. Everything seemed more amplified and significant when the stakes were this high. If I went through with this, I would be agreeing to trust Chase. Did he even deserve that trust yet?

“There’s no one around. It’s fine.”

It was my turn to obsessively peer at the walking path. Like every time we had looked previously, nobody was there. I stared at his cock again, then to his face. He was laughing, already knowing that my nervous exterior would crack and give way to whatever he asked of me.

“How about you get down on the ground and show me what you can do with that beautiful mouth of yours?”

He was right.

My cheeks burned. My mind rushed. I was scared, but another emotion was overpowering it: red, hot lust. He’d be able to see if someone was coming. He had a decent vantage point. We’d be safe enough. If anything, we’d probably just get a stern finger wag if someone did catch us. I caught myself saying a quick prayer to God, as if he cared about our type of lovers’ fate.

“Okay. Give me your jacket. I don’t want to fuck up my knees for you.”

“Ah, so she’s pretty and smart.”

He removed his jacket and folded it, handing it to me with a grin. I placed it below me and took my last breath of free air before I willingly submitted to suffocation. My fear of being caught evolved into terror at how to tackle a large cock like this. I eased myself in, spitting in my hand and on his cock, stroking the way I had watched him do it: hold tight at the base at first, squeeze a bit as you twist slightly while moving upwards. Then, focus on the head, running the side of your index finger up as you use your other fingers to delicately milk it.

“Mm, good, good. Keep going.”

I obeyed, lowering my hand to the base of his cock again and placing my mouth at the tip. While applying light suction, I circled my tongue around, lightly dancing it over the slit. It was salty, already wet with something other than spit. His moans encouraged me to keep going, grip tighter, suck with more passion. Just the first few inches of him in my mouth felt like it was all I could take. Did cocks always pulse like this? Was it normal for someone to be so hard you could feel your blood pumping under your tongue? I wanted to test the limits of how hard he could get.

Bravely, I opened my throat to take more of him, trying to relax my muscles and limit the gagging. I felt oddly comforted by him holding my head in both hands so that I didn’t have to support myself. My only goal was to keep sucking with a steady pace, making it about halfway down before choking and having to grip his thighs. I wasn’t ready to give up. The precum sliding out of his cock mixed with my saliva, dribbling down my chin and onto his lap. I kept my eyes open as I bobbed my head, soaking up every sensation of my aching jaw and feeling so justified in it when I looked at his face. His brows were furrowed as he gazed back and forth between the walking path and me, and his small gasps and whines made me want to swallow all of him at once. I knew there was no way I could get the whole thing in, but I could sure give it a college try.

I felt his grip on the roots of my hair tighten as he shuddered against me. Despite the gagging, I didn’t feel like I needed to stop. Chase’s cock made me feel as though my throat was a hole I hadn’t been filling correctly until this very moment. I was his mouth to fuck, yet he allowed me to control the pace, and I wanted to make sure he didn’t regret that decision.

Noticing I had neglected his balls, I dipped lower, taking one into my mouth and sucking it lovingly. My ex had hated me paying any attention to that area, never wanting me to linger too long. But not Chase. He threw his head back and gasped.

“Fuck, pretty girl, you’re giving me the full-service treatment here.”

I beamed at the praise. I was so glad he was noticing my efforts, let alone stroking my ego and calling me pretty. I never realized how many things I’d want to be called that weren’t my name.

“Keep sucking…keep going. Be slutty for me. I want to cum in your mouth.”

He didn’t have to say another word. That was all I needed to switch my brain onto a single track: breathing steadily out my nose so I could suck as hard and fast as I needed to receive my prize. I nursed the head of his cock while I fondled his balls. I was encouraging them to give me all they had, the biggest load he had ever shot down anyone’s throat. I wanted to be the surprising rookie, an unexpected underdog.

Slowly, I took in inch by inch again, the long strings of saliva making it easier to slide my head down without any friction. I could feel Chase pulsing more now against the roof of my mouth, even more precum pooling in the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I pushed through, fully extending myself to my absolute limits. I looked up to him for another dose of praise, but he was completely slack-jawed, staring up at the sky.

“F-fucccck…I’m going to cum like…really soon.”

I took that as a challenge, trying to push him to it as soon as I could. I moved my head back to the head of his cock and bobbed it up and down quickly, sucking as hard as I could while gripping the base. I had to go faster, apply more pressure to the sensitive spot under the tip, tongue it with a firm stroke and use my lips to hold in all suction. I was his mouth to destroy.

“I’m…fucking cumming. Oh my God…yes…keep doing that.”

Following his orders, I kept my pace consistent with the same amount of dedication, slobbering all over him. Finally, the pulsing of his cock reached a critical point and he shot a load of his thick cum down my throat. He didn’t bother lowering the volume of his booming moan. His legs shook, barely able to handle the sensation rushing through his body. He kept holding onto my head as an anchor, but I couldn’t keep up with the amount of cum in my mouth, couldn’t swallow quick enough. I had to push him away. As his cock broke the seal, a steady stream of spit and cum dripped down my chin and onto the luxurious velvet of my top. I kept slurping every bit I could, savoring the complex taste, all the sweeter due to the hard work I had put into achieving it. I felt like a superstar, a master of the mouth. I left him a bumbling puddle of man on the bench as I stood up and handed him his jacket.

I swallowed a lingering bit of cum in my mouth and teased him while he secured his cock back into his pants.

“So, did the little slut do a good job for you? I think she did.”

He sighed deeply, chuckling and securing his belt.

“Yeah, I’d fucking say you did.”

He eyed me and stopped laughing, his expression changing from post-orgasmic haze to seriousness once again.

“The thing is, I want to make you cum too. But…I want to fuck you. Want to go on a little walk with me?”

I nodded, accepting his outstretched hand. My body was in no position to turn down his offer. I would follow him anywhere to feel that cock inside of me.

“Perfect. Follow me.”

I trailed him to a location I had not yet visited: the performing arts building. When we had arrived, the doors were locked, a red LED shining above the key card scanner. He surprised me, pulling out an ID of someone that wasn’t him. I didn’t even get the chance to question anything before he pulled me through the doors and down the haunted looking corridors. We passed by hundreds of doors as we walked. The fluorescent lights flickering above us taunted me, making me tune into the nervousness sliding into my stomach. I couldn’t place why I would be more nervous now than earlier. This was inside, more protected than before. But here, I truly had no idea where I was. There was nowhere for me to hide, no excuse for me being there that would fly if someone interrupted our tryst and asked questions. I didn’t belong here.

“Pretty girl, did I lose you? Did you hear what I just said?”

I tensed, embarrassed I had been caught in my thoughts.

“No, I’m sorry. What’s up?”

“We’re here.”

I looked up and saw him using the same ID to unlock the door of the orchestral practice room. Loose music stands and small bits of trash littered the tiered floors. I could smell the presence of the students who had been in the room previously. Why would Chase choose a room that didn’t seem abandoned at all? I had to just trust his judgment. We had been safe up until now, and he knew significantly more than me about the campus. I chalked it up to paranoia and followed my dangerous man into the room, the sound of an automatic lock closing behind us. That brought me peace. At least we would hear the beeping of the ID reader as a warning. I looked over to him.

“Is this…safe? It seems like we might get like…expelled if we get caught right now.”

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t risk expulsion for an orgasm?”

“You’re scaring me a little.”

“No, come on. We won’t get expelled. We won’t get caught. They won’t be back until morning.”

Coming up from behind me, Chase wrapped his arms around me, sucking on my neck and punctuating every movement with a light bite. His hands found their way up my shirt to grope my breasts, squeezing them as he teased my nipples with his fingertips. He grasped hard, pulling me into his chest. I craned my neck and moaned, exposing more room for him to kiss. He began rubbing his crotch into me with more purpose, grinding against my ass with his wonderful hard cock begging to come out again. It wasn’t time for that yet, though.

“Can I unzip your top? I wanna see what those perfect tits look like.”

The paranoia returned. Would I be able to get my shirt back on in time if someone walked in? Should we move to a more secluded part of the room, perhaps kneeling behind one of the cellos? I had to be brave if I wanted to expand my mind and experiences, just like I had hoped to do coming here. It was so late, what was the harm in taking off my shirt?

“Yeah…do it, just get the latch above the zipper too…”

I held my breath as I felt the cold metal zipper moving down my back. The compression of the material loosened, and the only thing keeping the top on was its thin straps. Chase slid them down off my shoulders. We heard the light sound of fabric hitting the floor. I didn’t move and let him spin me around to face his gaze. His eyes dropped to my tits, and his satisfied smile told me everything I needed to know. He reached forward and bounced them, transfixed.

“You have beautiful tits. They’re perfect. I love your puffy nipples so much…”

I felt like a goddess being worshiped. His voice lightly cracking on some syllables made me realize how much my body was getting to him, riling him up. As he played with my tits, he rubbed closer to me. I looked down and saw him unbuckling his belt. Did he want me to go down on him again? I wasn’t sure I even had that much motion left in my jaw. Or was he going to fuck me right now, throw me back onto the floor and try to break me? I could feel my clit throbbing between my legs, so desperate for some attention after hours of buildup.

“Mm, fuck…Chase…would you please rub my pussy?”

He pulled back, slowly stroking his cock while staring at me with a measured expression.

“I don’t know if you’ve shown me you want it badly enough yet, honestly.”

“Please. Please. What do I have to do to show you?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. You seem creative. Why don’t you figure it out?”

I must’ve looked like a small fawn staring down the lights of a sixteen-wheeler. I had no clue what he wanted from me, how I could perform for him. I only had what was instinctually calling for me, my pulsing clit. That was it: I had to exhibit just how needy he was making me feel.

I unhooked the clasp on my pants and pulled down the zipper, letting him see my dripping panties. He stroked his cock faster, motioning with his head to pull down my underwear as well. Not enough yet. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and shimmied out of them, now fully exposed. I knew what he wanted, my full dedication to him.

My fingers danced downwards, and I started to rub my clit while clasping my breast with my other hand. I felt such release, pressure finally gone. I lowered myself onto the floor. I gasped as I moved my hand faster than I had ever masturbated before, writhing around on the floor. What did Chase want from me? He was still just watching me, stroking his cock but refusing me his full physical attention.

“Please, Chase…”

He shook his head, slowing the pace of his strokes and holding a finger over his lips to say “shh.”

I realized that he wanted to see me cum. I was moaning and twisting my body on the floor, but I had not yet completely lost myself to the idea of him. I still held some semblance of control. I could breathe and speak mostly full sentences. I was not a puddle on the floor yet. I had to rub my clit harder, faster, bucking my hips upwards as I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. My hand at my tit rocketed down to my pussy, and I inserted one finger inside of myself as I continued to rub. That pleased Chase. He was moaning in tandem with me, both of us refusing to be quiet.

My orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt to my clit. For a second, all light in the room cut out, and I could just see stars and swirls in front of me. I silenced my pleasured screams with my hand, having to bite into the fleshy part of my thumb to quiet myself. I was so wet, my fingers were covered in my slippery mess.

“Good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted to see.”

I was out of breath, and Chase pulled me up to my feet. He grabbed a chair, motioned for me to sit down, then reached between my legs and spread them with both hands. My wet pussy dripped onto the plastic chair, gleaming in the lights. Chase kneeled next to me, rubbed my inner thigh, and kissed my arm.

“I’m going to give you your reward now.”

He reached forward and began stroking my clit, much slower and more tenderly than I had. The teasing was not over yet. I was still so wound up from my previous orgasm, I didn’t realize I could become even more ravenous for his touch than I already was. His hands were confident, full of intention, taking small pauses to make me think he was about to stop. I whined, and he started rubbing extremely quickly, smiling devilishly.

“What, slut? You wanted me to go faster? But look at you. I don’t know if you can even handle me at my fastest. You’re wiggling around so much right now. So codependent. You can’t make yourself cum as good as I can? Are you saying I already know your pussy better than you?”

Fuck. Maybe he did. I had just given him my best performance, and it was pathetic compared to this. He rubbed so fast, without fatigue, completely dedicated to pushing me further. With each circle of his fingers, my breaths grew were jagged and halted.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Good. Cum for me, slut.”

He said “slut” slowly, drawing out each sound. I saw the fire in his eyes as he spoke. I knew better than to not cum for him at that very moment. My toes curled as the sensation rushed over me. I felt my eyes rolling into my head. I bucked against him, compulsively increasing the friction between myself and his hand. He rubbed as hard as he could until I reached over to him and dug my fingers into his shoulder. He stopped moving and just left his hand resting against my pussy.

“Looks like you enjoyed that a lot, huh?”

Still trying to catch my breath, I could only nod weakly before hanging my head in exhaustion.

“Well, I don’t think you’re done yet.”

Before I could respond, he moved his hand lower on my pussy, teasing one finger against the entrance of my vagina. He swirled it around in my cum, feeling how eager I was to have something inside of me. One finger went in easily, and my cunt hungrily tried to rip off his hand, tight muscles contracting.

“Aaand, one more.”

He slipped another finger in and angled upwards to rub my g-spot. I was thrilled that he found it so easily, like a master. There was no wasting time when it came to my orgasm, and I appreciated that deeply. He knew the perfect amount of pressure to use with his thumb against my mound, subtly teasing my clit as he penetrated me. I was getting tighter, greedier for Chase’s fingers. I begged for more through labored breaths.

“Can…Can…please…please another…please, Chase.”

Instead of adding a finger, he removed one. I felt like I was about to cry.

“No…no…Chase, please.”

More agony. He took away the other finger. Going back to just rubbing my clit, he cooed to me, letting me know about a rule I was supposed to follow.

“No begging. You get another finger when I give you another finger. That’s what we did on the first two, right? Just wait. I’ll put them back in now, but I won’t be this nice if you fuck up again.”

I nodded furiously and rocked my head back when he slid the two fingers back into me. I hadn’t realized just how much I missed them until they were back inside me.

“Fuck. Thank you, Chase.”

With that, he finally slipped a third finger into me, stretching me to my limits. I had found out another rule of his, to make sure I said thank you when he did something good for me. I would have no trouble doing that; I couldn’t temper my enthusiasm. Every movement of his fingers drew me closer to another orgasm. The flicks of his wrist were perfectly timed and directed, and I knew I was going to squirt all over him and the floor.

“Chase…Chase…I’m about to fucking squirt. I don’t want to get it all over. Help.”

“How am I supposed to help you? Squirt all over the floor like a good little slut.”

Chase used his other hand to rub my clit as his three fingers continued to fuck me hard. I held onto him, burying my head against his shoulder while I choked down my moans. My legs and toes twitched. I felt that lightning in my nipples and clit. It was time.

I ejaculated hard, messy, started to cry a little from the overwhelming hormonal earthquake. I didn’t know why I was getting emotional, but all I could do was moan and let the tears stream down my cheeks. Chase took his hand off my clit and grabbed a pack of tissues from his pocket, dabbing my face with one as I twitched through powerful aftershocks.

“Ohhhhh. What a perfect slut you are. I’m gonna have to clean that up before we go now. Look at the mess you made. I guess you were right to be worried. Dirty girl.”

With my last gasp, I melted back into the chair, placing my hand over my stomach as my heart rate returned to normal.

“Thank you so much for that. It felt amazing.”

“You’re so welcome, but…do you really think we’re done? Look at my fucking cock.”

I looked down and saw that he was dripping more than before, a small drop of it sliding down the length of his cock. No, we were not done. I couldn’t leave him high and dry when he was so hard for me.

“I’m not begging, but…maybe you could fuck me, please?”

He stared over to the grand piano in front of the whiteboard. I looked too. Did he want to fuck me on it?

“Listen to me. I want you to walk over to that piano, move the bench, and then bend yourself over the key cover.”

I followed his commands, swaying over to the piano, pushing the bench, and taking a deep breath as I bent myself over the instrument. I wasn’t sure if I could even take the cock I was about to receive, but my trepidation was drowned out by my overwhelming need to be fucked hard.

“I’m ready for you.”

Chase pulled a condom out of his backpack, made me watch as he put it on with little urgency. It was torture. It felt like ages before he walked over to me. He ran his hands down my spine to my ass, then squeezed harder than he had all night.

“How badly do you want me to fuck you?”

“So bad. So fucking bad.”

“Not good enough. Louder.”

“So fucking bad! I need you! I need your fucking co—“

Before I could finish my sentence, I felt Chase shove his cock into me, stretching me out much more than his fingers had. My vaginal walls couldn’t help but grip onto him tightly. As wet as I was, it wasn’t enough for him to easily slide into me. He was too fucking big. I needed to relax, let my body accept a size it wasn’t used to. I wasn’t the type of girl who bought huge dildos; I thought my little five-incher was enough. But Chase’s cock? It was at least three inches bigger, with intimidating girth.

Chase pounded into me with a steady rhythm while I gripped onto the piano. His cock was nearing my cervix, but he expertly stopped each thrust before it could cause me pain. His fingers dug into my hips and I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy as he thrust again and again. I felt completely full. He touched every sensitive inch inside me.

As he fucked me, I lowered my upper body and stuck my ass up higher to allow him easier access. He had the perfect angle to slam into me, use me as his dirty, slutty hole. With my face pressed against the wood, I reached down, still gripping the piano with my other hand, and rubbed my clit to his tempo. Almost as soon as I touched my clit, I felt like I was about to cum again. Chase was a master of building me up and making me a blubbering mess when he finally allowed me to orgasm. He didn’t push away my hand as I rubbed, so I knew he would let me cum on his cock.

Spit dribbled from my mouth as it hung open in pleasure. I closed my eyes as the sensations flooded my lower body, toes clenching, my cunt swallowing Chase’s cock with an ungodly fervor, clit practically vibrating.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I can feel you cumming. Keep going. Cum for me.”

The pulses of ecstasy ebbed and flowed, constantly tricking me into thinking I was done cumming. But, no, for minutes, I shuddered against Chase, totally overcome by the total submission of my body. He could use me whatever way he wanted. Everything he did felt right. He had a magic cock, and I was so glad it had found its way inside of me.

Chase continued to fuck me through my orgasm, trying to bring himself to his own. He pulled me off the piano and removed his cock. I whimpered. Please, give it back. I felt so empty without it. I couldn’t remember a time before I had it filling me up.

“Lie down on the ground. I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum.”

I blushed with glee as I got down to the floor. He knew how to flatter me, telling me he wanted to watch me cum again. I opened my legs wide and relaxed, rubbing my clit as I waited for him to give his perfect cock back to me. He draped my legs over his shoulders and thrust forward, immediately reaching my absolute depths. I gasped loudly, rubbing my clit with increasing urgency. I got lost in the wet sounds of his cock slipping into me, getting more turned on by the thought of how turned on I was: an endless cycle of driving myself wild.

Chase moaned as his pace quickened.

“Fuck. You are so perfect. I love your little cunt.”

His approval brought me to the edge again. It wasn’t even my little cunt at that moment: it was his. He was controlling everything, and all I could do was give in to my most base desires. I wanted to cum as hard as I could so I could milk out every bit of cum from Chase. His hand shot down as I was about to scream, muffling the sounds that would give us away.

“Oh, pretty girl, now you’re going to make me cum.”

His body stiffened as he delivered what was promised. I felt hot bursts of cum filling the condom as he slowly fucked me through his explosion. I was still cumming too, so my vagina gave him ample support, suctioning out all it could. His breathing was labored, but he was still hard, even after he came. I rubbed my clit to utilize the situation. If he was going to give me more time to cum, I was going to take it.

As I started rubbing myself, I was interrupted by the dreaded beeping of the ID scanner. Chase and I froze. There was nowhere to run. He was still inside of me, and we were both naked as the day we were born.

“Oh, fuck,” Chase muttered.

Through the door came a student, maybe a couple years older than me. He froze, wide-eyed, and stumbled over his words as he motioned with his hands.

“I uh-uh…just wanted, uh…my bass…well, um…yeah I just wanted to, yeah…uh, grab it for a sec and uh, sorry.”

In painful silence, he student ran over to his bass on the other side of the room, quickly threw it in its case, looped the straps over his shoulders, and raced back out, slamming the door behind him.

Chase laughed as he pulled out of me, now extremely soft.

“Man. Did we scar him for life or something?”

I trembled. My body was ice cold and I was still afraid to move.

“Hah, well, it could’ve been worse. Could’ve been the cops.”

I shuddered, teeth chattering at a concerning pace. I was having a panic attack, no doubt.

“I’ve…I’ve gotta get out of here.”

I snapped up, yanked on my clothes, and ran out, maintaining a jogging pace all the way back to my dorm. By the time I was halfway there, my mind had a chance to slow down, find the humor in the situation like Chase had. I had taken a risk, there was a negative consequence, but it wasn’t all that bad, was it? The feeling thrilled me a little bit. Was I going to do this again? I’d just need to go back to that bar to find him.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xu5l8e/risking_an_orgasm_for_expulsion