Freshman Floormates [Mf][Dirty talk][Oral][Bondage]

*My first time writing anything like this, feedback welcome!*

They had met on their freshman floor at university. Emmy knew immediately that she was into Luke. He was tall but didn’t tower over her, skinny but muscular, and his face was just gorgeous. At the beginning of the year, he was still with his high school girlfriend, so she moved on. She became interested in other guys in her life, but in the back of her mind, she thought of Luke as absolutely perfect.

After a few months of trying long distance, it didn’t work out. He was single and interested in experiencing someone different.

One weekend night before Spring break, Emmy and Luke happened to be the last two people left in the lounge after everyone else went to bed. It was already 3am, and the group had a long night talking about past lovers, hookups, losing virginities, and BDSM test results.

Emmy remembered an hour prior, comparing test results with Luke. Her top 3: Degradee, Rope bunny, Brat. His: Rigger, Degrader, Brat tamer.

“Interesting,” they had both said at the time, each taking mental note of their sexual compatibility.

Emmy was submissive. She’d known this from the moment she learned what BDSM was. She got off to reading stories about being kidnapped and watching women be tied up and dominated by a superior, no matter their gender. Sex was a mental game. She wanted to feel degraded, like she was a toy for someone to use however they pleased. It had been months since someone had last taken control of her, and she was desperate to relinquish power to someone else. She was desperate to be ordered around.

Luke liked to feel control. Most of the time, he was quiet, but in the bedroom, he liked to be in charge, using his partner as a plaything. While his ex had not been bad in the bedroom, she just didn’t get off to being called a whore or receiving rewards for being a good girl.

It was 3am. They were alone, single, and sexually compatible.

After comparing answers, he had been joking around with her all night. She would stumble over her words and he would chime in to call her a “dumb whore” before laughing at her flustered reaction. Each time it happened, she got wetter and wetter and the idea of Luke as a sexual partner got more and more appealing.

They talked for a little while longer before Emmy decided to go to bed. She made an offhand comment, “ugh I need to clean my room tomorrow.”

“Yeah? Are you going to be a good girl and clean your room for me tomorrow?”

“Oh my god you need to leave me alone before I go insane,” she said.

“I don’t think leaving you alone is going to fix it.”

She didn’t know how to respond. She stared blankly across the room at him.

“Do you want to go back to my room?”

She nodded. Thank god for single rooms.

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As soon as they entered the room, Luke locked the door.

“Strip,” he said, and she immediately obeyed. “Tonight, you will call me Sir. You will only speak if you are spoken to. You will do exactly as I say or I will not be afraid to reprimand you.”

She was taking her clothes off as quickly as she could when he barked at her, “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She was going crazy. She was now under the control of her crush for the past 6 months. She was a tool purely for his pleasure, and she couldn’t be happier about it. He sat down and stared intently at her until she was completely naked.

“Good. Now let’s start with a little inspection.” Luke stood up and walked over to Emmy, standing naked in the middle of the room. He started by feeling up her B cup breasts. “Definitely could be bigger,” he said, “but the perkiness almost makes up for that.”

He started running his finger tips over her nipples and she sharply inhaled. “Very sensitive! I think you’ll come to hate that,” he said, smirking at her. He continued feeling up the rest of her body, touching her arms, stomach, even putting his fingers in her mouth to “check things out.” The entire time, her pussy was aching for him. She was nearly dripping as he made her wait for his touch.

Finally, he says, “Let’s get to the important stuff.” He brought her to the bed, bending her forward for easy access to her pussy. “Spread it,” he said, and she eagerly obeyed, feeling chills as her soaking pussy was exposed to the cold air of the room. He dragged one finger from her asshole to her clit. “No problems with lubrication. Now that’s a good whore.” He reached forward, putting his fingers in her mouth. She licked and sucked them as best she could, desperate to impress her master for the night.

He laughed. “What a slut.” Without warning, he put two fingers in her. She gasped with pleasure. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her mind was already starting to cloud with the need to impress, but she had been aching for his touch. Once he started using his other hand to brush up against her clit, she was moaning uncontrollably.

“Well I see sensitivity is not going to be an issue,” Luke said before removing both hands from her body. “Let’s see how that mouth performs. Get on your knees.”

Emmy was extremely nervous. She had a bad gag reflex and she knew it. He unzipped his pants, removing his 7 inch dick, and she knew she was going to have a problem.

She gawked as he squared up in front of her. “Is there a problem, dumb bitch?” he asked.

“I-, uh, no, Sir. You just have such a big dick, Sir.”

“You better stop talking before I punish you.” She quickly took his dick into her mouth. She focused on using her tongue as she moved up and down his length and keeping her teeth from bumping into his girth. After a few moments, he started moaning and wrapped his hands in her hair, guiding her speed and depth. She did her best to handle his control, but within a few seconds, she was gagging.

“What kind of whore chokes on a cock?”

“I-, I’m sorry, Sir, you’re just so big it’s really hard for me to-”

“I’m not interested in excuses from a whore like you. Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said as she scrambled onto the bed, trying not to make her punishment even worse than she knew it was going to be.

“Now, you dumb bitch, how many spanks do you think you deserve for choking on my dick?

“I don’t know, Sir. As many as you think I deserve.”

“No. How many spanks do you deserve?”

“20, Sir.” She was scared, but she was even more afraid of giving a number too low.

“Sounds like you like being punished, whore. Let’s make it 25. Hopefully, it’ll hurt bad enough by then to teach you a lesson.” He picked up a hairbrush and spanked her beautifully round ass. “Now what do you say to a master when he’s punishing you?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He counted out loud the number of each spank, and she faithfully followed it up with a “Thank you, Sir” each and every time. By number 15, she knew she would be feeling this punishment for the next couple days to come. Her pussy was aching to be touched.

When he was done, she was nearly in tears in pain. “Thank you so much, Sir. I need to be punished so I can learn to suck your dick much better, Sir.”

He ran a finger up her slit. “Seems like someone is desperate to be fucked. Why don’t you tell me just how badly you want me to fuck you, and maybe I’ll consider doing that instead of making you blow me until I cum and give you 25 more spanks every time you gag.”

She was absolutely desperate. “Oh, Sir, I’ve wanted your cock for so long and I just can’t take it anymore, Sir. I need to feel your dick inside me, Sir. I’ve thought so many times about how you would fill me up and fuck me better than anyone I’ve been with, Sir.”

“First, we need to make sure that you’re going to take it like a good toy.” The next thing she knew, he flipped her over so she was laying on her back, grabbing each arm and cuffing it to the bed post. “And we can’t forget we have neighbors.” He went into a drawer and pulled out a gag, easily putting it in her mouth as she struggled against the cuffs. Again, he laughed at her. “I think we’re ready.”

He put her legs over his shoulders before pushing his dick into her pussy. She moaned into the gag as he hit spots in her pussy that no one had never reached.

“Fuck, that’s a good slut,” he said. She was so tight against him. He started thrusting into her, as she continued to moan. He put his hands on her tits, pinching the nipples as hard as he could. He wasn’t going to last long and he knew it. She knew she wasn’t going to last long either.

As they both got closer, he reached up and removed her gag. “Do you want to cum, whore?”

She nodded furiously. “Yes, Sir.”

“Beg.”

“Sir, I’ve tried so hard all night to be a good slut for you. Your cock feels so good and I just can’t handle it, Sir. I am so desperate to cum, please let me cum, Sir.”

“Go ahead.” He felt her pussy tense up around him as she came. Her whole body was shaking and she moaned his name over and over. He pulled out and came all over her stomach and tits.

He laid down next to her, undoing the handcuffs, cum still all over her. “Holy shit,” he said. This would not be a one time occurrence.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fx0pmq/freshman_floormates_mfdirty_talkoralbondage