Learning the ropes in a college dorm [MF]

This was back when I was in college, I think I was 19 or 20 at the time. My girlfriend was the same age.

Another day of classes ended. I hated my classes. Why I went into a major that required so much reading I’ll never know, but every morning felt like a chore and every evening felt like I was playing catch-up. But now it was Friday, which of course meant the evening was free. I could go out, but that felt too taxing, especially since I couldn’t go to any local bars yet. No, I could have more fun here anyway.

I texted my girlfriend to make sure she wasn’t busy. I knew she would make time for me anyway. A few minutes later she confirmed she was free, and so it was a date. My door was always open, particularly for her.

“I’ll be over in thirty” she texted.

“Thirty minutes. Was that enough time for a shower?” I thought to myself. It probably was, it’s not like the bathroom has a line on weekends. All the freshmen and sophomores were on their way home anyway. Then again, I took one this morning, and it’s not like I was exerting myself much. But what else can I do in thirty minutes?

Suddenly my eyes turned to my window, on the other side of which was the rain covered driveway where my car was parked. Last week I had driven a uhaul from my parents house, and I had moved dozens of pieces of furniture in the process. Due to the conditions on the highway, however, I had to tie each piece down with a length of rope. Rope that I conveniently still had in my car. My thoughts drifted to my old Boy Scout days, and then to something more sinister.

I returned to my dorm with four lengths of rope in hand, and set them on my dresser. Only a few minutes until she gets here. I thought about how I would approach this, but ultimately decided just to wing it. Then, a knock on my door.

“Hey, lemme in”

I opened up the door. My girlfriend was standing there, a light grey jacket over a pink tank, with dark leggings on. Her hair was as black as ever.

“What’s up?”

“It’s raining out there”

“Yeah I know” I responded.

“So, do you have anything in mind?” She asked.

“Actually I did” I responded, trying not to show that I was getting hot in the face.

“Ok well I’m cool with whatever” she said, her gaze turning to my dresser. “What’s that?”

“Oh, um—“

“Rope? What do you have rope for?”

“Well when I had the u-haul—“

“It’s wet. Did you just carry this inside?”

“Yeah, I just thought I would—“ my words were beginning to fail me.

“Practicing knots or something?”

“Something like that” I responded. “Actually I was hoping to play a game.”

“A game?” She said curiously. “Were you gonna tie me up or something?”

I felt my cheeks grow hot again.

“Well if you were gonna do that shouldn’t I strip first?” She asked, half genuinely, half seductively. I could only nod.

Ten minutes later she was completely naked, lying on my bed.

“So how do you wanna do it? Like tie my hands in front?” She asked.

“How about you cross your hands above your head?”

“Yeah, alright” she did as I asked. I didn’t want to tip my hand to my knot tying prowess, but I expertly tied and cinched her hands together, then took the remaining length of rope and wound it tightly around the headboard.

“Damn you’re good at this” she remarked, struggling somewhat playfully.

“Too tight?” I asked.

“Nah, but you know I can still kick you if I wanted” she laughed.

“Shit, you’re right” I remarked, grabbing another length of rope.

She rolled her eyes. “Is that really necessary?”

“Just spread your legs babe. I promise you’ll enjoy it. Besides, I don’t wanna be kicked”

She spread both her legs open. I tied each leg to the corners of the bed, pulling the rope taught until she couldn’t move them.

“Well, you’ve got me all tied up. What are you gonna do about it?” She replied sassily.
Instead of responding, I began to slowly strip off my own clothes.

“That’s more like it” she said, playfully twisting against the bed.

I knelt down next to her, and slowly but firmly began to rub my hand against her vagina.

“Mmmm” she moaned to herself, not trying to be too loud. I began rubbing deeper and harder, feeling the wetness intensify.

“Fuck me” she said, almost in a whisper.

“You don’t like this?” I asked, rubbing more deliberately.

“I just want you”

I removed my hand and stood up next to her. My dick was rock hard anyway. I crawled on top of her wordlessly, looking her dead in the eyes, and thrusted inside her. She was very tight.

“Oh fuck!” She yelled immediately, as if she wasn’t expecting it.

“Sorry”

“No it’s fine just…harder…”

I continued thrusting, feeling waves of pleasure surge through me. She twisted her hands, pulling on the rope with all of her strength, but it held firm. The headboard began to creak slightly.

She began to moan loudly with each thrust. I could hear the voices in dorm across from us. They definitely could hear us.

I clamped my hand over her mouth. She moaned into it playfully, her eyes staring into mine deeply. I slowed down my thrusting, intentionally trying to go as deep as possible.

She thrusted back as hard as she could, her bound legs pushing against the mattress the best they could. She was practically vibrating at this point.

Her toes curled up as she shook, her face grew bright red. I could tell she came.

“Mmm—-mph!” She murmured into my hand.

“Sorry” I lifted my hand off of her now sweaty face.

“Put your dick in my mouth”

“What?”

“I can’t do it myself” she said, looking up at her tied hands. “Shove your dick in my mouth”

I scooted up on the bed, my lap now on her bare stomach. I groped her breasts along the way. Finally I got up to her face, pressing my dick against her cheek. She giggled and turned her head, her mouth wrapping around the tip.

I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in, my dick reaching far back in her throat.
She didn’t gag like I expected.

I thrusted into her mouth, pulling on her hair mildly while her head bobbed back and forth. Now it was my turn to moan.

I kept going deeper, no longer worrying about causing her to gag, my hand firmly grabbing the back of her head. She was more than accepting of my cock in her throat.

I was so close to finishing in her mouth, when suddenly a loud beeping echoed through the dorm hall.

I pulled my dick out, a trail of saliva pouring onto my girlfriends chin.

“Is that the fire alarm?” She asked.

“Yeah. Someone smoking weed probably.”

“Shit. Untie me.”

I pulled open my nightstand, and hurriedly grabbed a pair of scissors. I leaned over her naked form and began cutting the rope that was tied around the headboard. I felt her kiss my chest as I leaned over her.

“We should do this again tomorrow” she remarked, stretching in her bondage.

“You know, in my car we won’t be interrupted.” I replied, looking out the window again.

“Good. Bring the rope.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nv6p3s/learning_the_ropes_in_a_college_dorm_mf