I sprinted across the quad as fast as my legs would carry me. Last I checked, I was over thirty minutes late meeting Geena outside the Theater Arts Department to walk her home. I knew she’d be pissed and wouldn’t accept any excuse, and that thought both turned me on and scared me a little. Maybe that was because she hadn’t let me cum in a few days and sex was all I could think about lately. I felt my cock twitch against my jeans before I took off, and that made running slightly uncomfortable.

I hurdled over a bench, then rounded the corner to the building stairs. There she was. In all her beautiful glory. She stood at the top of the stairs clutching her black bag, her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and she wore a black wrap dress that hugged her voluptuous curves to perfection. My Goddess.

My angry Goddess.

I skipped the stairs three at a time to stop at the one just below her. I was gulping down air as I stood in front of her.

“Geena,” I could barely speak. “I’m so sorry. I was coming—”

“Oh, you were gonna cum all right,” she huffed.

“Wait. What?”

“I had planned on stopping by your place for a quickie, but since you can’t seem to tell the time, I’ve decided against it.” She said as she gazed down at me from the top of the stairs.

“Wait. Geena. Please. We still can. Please, I haven’t cum in two days,” I whined.

She cocked a smile. One that made me a bit nervous.  

“I know.” She waited. Then said, “And you will cum. Right here. Right now.”

I just stared at her.

After a moment’s pause, I said, “Like, right here? On the stairs? In public?”

“Yes.”

“Geena, I …”

I nervously ran my hand through my hair to rub the back of my head. I felt my cheeks flush at the very thought of doing anything in public. My eyes darted to her black bag. She wouldn’t use anything from it out here in the open. Would she? I gulped.

“Geena, I’m not sure,” I said as I looked around. It was getting late and there was hardly anyone around, but the thought was still nerve-wracking.

“That’s fine,” she said matter-of-factly. “You can walk me home and you can go another two days without an orgasm. Your choice.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Geena, no, please,” I begged. I didn’t think I could go another two days. I was already so pent up as it was.

She flashed a big bright smile and that was it, my heart melted. Every time. I looked up to the sky, then around while I bobbed up and down on the step. I set my backpack down and timidly touched my belt.

Fine.

I fumbled with the buckle as I anxiously unbuttoned my pants. I was commando at Geena’s instructions – an order that morning I hadn’t given much thought to. She often has me forgo any underwear, allowing her instant access whenever she wants. I slightly pushed my pants down, just enough that I could haul them back up quickly if anyone came by.

“Oh, you’ve already got a semi goin’ on I see.”

I knew my face was scarlet by now.

“Well, go on,” she cooed.

She was so excited to watch this. I huffed one more time before I took my cock out and started stroking. The nerves in my belly collided with the tightness of my cock growing harder. It only took a few strokes, what with her full breasts at eye-level, and my desperation for an orgasm, and I was to my full thickness. I already felt precum at the tip and used it as lube as I stroked. I desperately hoped she’d let this be quick so we could move on.

“Faster,” she whispered in my ear.

Her voice sent shivers through me as I quickened my pace.

She stepped down to join me and pressed her body close to my side. I moaned as I felt her hand cup my ass. I quickly slapped my free hand to my mouth to muffle the sound.

“Ah, don’t try to hide those moans. I want to hear them.”

She hadn’t reached into her bag for anything, yet. And I was grateful for it. Then I felt her hand slide down the inside of pants to cup and massage my ass. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last, and I think she knew that.

“Slower,” she ordered.

I slowed my strokes to go from base to tip. I was struggling to remain standing with no support. I puckered when I felt her fingers dip in between my cheeks to lightly rub my hole. I looked around again to make sure no one could see us.

“Eyes down.”

“Geena,” I whispered, not really sure what to say.

I felt my orgasm building and wanted to quicken my strokes, but Geena hadn’t told me to yet. I struggled to contain my cry as she plunged a finger into my ass. I almost came from it. She giggled.

“Awe, do you wanna cum?”

“Yes, please. May I cum?”

“No. Stroke faster.”

I did as she commanded and stroked faster while she delved another finger into my ass. It felt so fucking good.

“Stop.”

Oh no.

I stopped, but my cock was twitching a lot. She wanted to edge me, and I wasn’t sure I could take it. She reached her other hand in in front of me to cup my balls. She lightly squeezed and massaged each one. I couldn’t hold in my moan as she cradled the most tender parts of me.

“You want to be a good boy for me, don’t you?” her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She giggled then said, “Stroke. Both hands”

I took my cock in both hands and slid them up and down my full, throbbing length. She continued to fingerfuck my ass. I was so turned-on I started thrusting into my hands. I hadn’t noticed her hand was no longer on my ass until I heard her rummaging around in her bag. She pulled out a small black matte butt plug and licked it. She made a show of it. Licking it like she would lick my dick, then she plunged the whole thing into her mouth to get it nice and wet. She was wearing dark red lipstick and to see her lips wrapped around the toy made my cock that much harder.

She popped it out of her mouth and smiled as she reached it down the back of my pants. I yelped as the cool, wet tip entered my anus. I was still so turned-on, again I almost came. Then I froze. My heart nearly pounded out of my chest.

I heard giggles from the bottom of the stairs from a group of women walking by.

“Uh, oh,” said Geena. “I hope they don’t see you fucking your hands.” She traced a long finger down the stubble on my jaw. “Keep going.”

I continued stoking my throbbing cock. I’d never been so nervous or humiliated in my entire life. But seeing how much Geena enjoyed it made it all worth it.

“You’re so cute when you blush,” she said as she kissed my cheek.

The hurried voices of the girls faded, and I went back to staring at the ground while I teased my own cockhead. The butt plug made me feel full as I rocked my hips forward and back.

“May I cum, Ma’am?” I pleaded.

“No.”

Fuck.

I kept stroking, switching up my hands to give myself some relief, no matter how brief. My cock was so hard now it hurt.

“Faster,” she said.

I increased the pace and nearly doubled over as I felt her finger tease the very tip of my cock. It was almost like it had a mind of its own and reached for more of her hand.

She giggled, “Awe, I love it when you do that.”

My breathing became more erratic as I struggled to hold back my orgasm. By this point I was moaning and huffing so much I didn’t care who might walk by. All I could think about was relief.

“Ma’am, please. I don’t think I can hold it.”

She reached a hand under my balls and caressed them while I continued to stroke my cock. Her lips brushed against my ears when she finally said, “Cum.”

I exploded. I barely remained standing while my cock and balls pumped furiously. My load sprayed out onto the stairs, and I had to reach for Geena for support before I fell over.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” my voice was hoarse.

“You’re welcome. But you’re not done yet.”

I looked at her. What else could she possible have me do?

“Keep stroking.”

“But, Geena…I’m sensitive.”

“And? You were thirty minutes late. I’ve punished you harder for a lot less.”

She had a point.

I wrapped my hand around my cock to continue stroking. My hips lurched back to avoid my own hand. My cock was so sensitive, but still so hard from not orgasming for two days that I almost cried at the contact. Using my own hand for my own orgasm torture was so hard.

“Ma’am, I—”

I didn’t know what I wanted to say. I knew she wouldn’t take pity on me. But this hurt! I winced as she brought her hand down to my balls again.

“Keep stroking. Don’t make me tell you again,” she said softly.

The things her voice did to me. Soft yet commanding. I did my best to keep any kind of rhythm with my strokes, but I struggled.

“Both hands,” she said.

Fuck.

I wrapped both hands around my cock and thrust my hips into them. After a few moments, I could already feel another orgasm building.

“Please, may I cum, Ma’am?” I asked desperately.  

“You may. But you’ll continue stroking.”

Fuck!

My orgasm ripped through me as I pumped into my hands. My whole body shook as I fought to keep my hands around my cock, and not fall to the ground. I felt so insane with lust that I didn’t think I could see straight as I felt another orgasm build hard on the heels of the last. I stroked furiously.

Holy shit!

“Please! May I cum?”

“Are you desperate enough for another one? Because I don’t think you are.”

“Please! Please may I cum, Ma’am? Please, please, please!”

She laughed as she said, “You can beg better than that.”

“Please! Please, Ma’am! Please, Goddess! Please! I need it so bad!”

I truly didn’t care that were on the stairs in front of the Theater Art Department. I didn’t care if another group walked by. All I could think about was sweet relief.

Finally, she took pity on me.

“Cum,” she whispered.

And my third orgasm erupted. This time, I fell forward onto my knees as my cock twitched and pumped. When I realized how much cum coated the stairs, my embarrassment came barreling back and I felt my cheeks flush.

I stood with shaky legs and reached to tuck my cock back into my pants before I caught myself. Geena hadn’t told me to yet. I felt her hands reach around my arm to help steady me.

“You did great,” she said as she kissed my cheek. She gave my cock a playful slap before she said, “Put it away.”

After I put my pants back together and smoothed out my shirt, she turned me toward her and covered my lips with hers. An explosion of flavors burst across my lips as our tongues danced. She tasted divine, like strawberries and cream. To see her so happy and to see that smile made this whole humiliating experience worth it. How am I ever supposed to say no to her?

I picked up my backpack, took her hand, and she led us down the stairs.

“Now, I want you to keep that butt plug in until you get back to your dorm. Then you can take it out and clean up.”

I nodded in understanding as we headed for her place. Her voice was music to me as she told me about her day, and I was the happiest, luckiest guy in the world.