Tied Up and Fucked

“Oh dear, Alex, this is quite the mistake to have made,” Tatiana says. She plants her arms on her hips, the expression on her face like a barn cat having cornered a mouse. “Do you know what the consequences for keeping **** in a dorm room are?”

“Um… no,” you say timidly. How the fuck did that bottle get there? “There must be a misunderstanding. I really don’t know how it happened, it wasn’t me…”

“What feeble excuses,” Tatiana laughs. “I would have expected you to lie better. Too bad that it’s come to this. Like so many crimes in our beloved school, the punishment for this one is expulsion. How would you like to live on the streets tonight?”

You imagine yourself sleeping on the sidewalk, shivering in the cold, and it’s a frightful image.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you say more confidently than you feel.

“You want to test me?” Tatiana asks, the cold raise of her eyebrow instantly breaking a shake to your head.

“Don’t kick me out of Stonewall,” you plead, knowing how feeble your voice sounds.

“Trust me, Alex, there are certain things that I don’t want to do either,” she says. “So why don’t we try to come to an… alternative arrangement.”

“What do you want? I can… I can help out with stuff… I mean, I’m sure there’s sorority duties you’ve got that you don’t want to take care of, right?” you stammer.

“You are funny when you plead like that. But no, I want something different. Get onto your bed,” she says, pointing a finger.

You blink, confused, but you obey her command anyways, slipping off your shoes before you sit on your bed.

“All the way back. There we go,” she says, another wag of her finger sending your back pressed against the wall.

Then, Tatiana kicks off her shoes as well. She gives you a smile as she bends over you, her pencil skirt hiking up just enough to give you a glimpse of the black panties she wears beneath. Then, she strips off her long black stockings, stretching out the hosiery in her hands.

“Hands out. You’re under arrest for breaking dorm rules,” she says.

You obey unthinkingly, and before you know it, she’s grabbed your wrists, looping her stockings around them. With a couple quick motions, she’s tightened a knot around your hands, and then she ties them back against the bed frame, leaving you unable to move your arms.

“What the hell?” you say. “You can’t just arrest me like that! This can’t be in the rules!”

The Russian coed tosses her dark hair back, taking her other stocking, and she casually stuffs it into your mouth. Your protests die immediately, muffled as they are by the hosiery. Nonetheless, she must hear that sharp intake of breath as you see her strip off her top, leaving her clad in black bra and her skirt. She gets on all fours over you on the bed, the fire in her eyes stirring feelings down below. Not good, you think, desperately trying to will yourself to stay calm. Tatiana’s hot, but now’s not the time to be popping a boner…

“A miscreant like you deserves to be punished,” she says, caressing the side of your face with a fingernail. It’s sharp, leaving a thin white line.

She gives you a smile and looks at the offending bottle of Hennessy. She opens it, giving it a whiff, and takes a small sip.

“This’ll do,” she nods.

Then, she tips the contents of the bottle into your mouth, still stuffed full of stocking. The **** filters through the nylon, some of it dribbling down the side of your face, but for the most part, it floods into your mouth, smooth and floral, the sweetness at the back of your throat oddly arousing. Or maybe it’s Tatiana’s barely clad tits up against your face as she straddles you, her fingernails trailing down the length of your chest, one hand under your shirt pressed against your musculature. She’s so tantalizingly close.

“So help me God,” you whisper under your breath as her fingers make their way across your abs, down to the waistband of your pants.

You’re not sure she hears it, but then she looks up at you, shaking her head.

“A miscreant, an alcoholic, and a pervert,” Tatiana says, her fingers brushing over the outline of your cock, straining against your pants. “What shall we do to teach you a lesson?”

She continues to brush her hand over your cock. Your erect cock struggles against its constraints, wanting so desperately to be freed. Man, what you would give to feel her hands wrapped around your cock right now. You tug your arms, trying to touch her, but your hands are tied firmly in place. Those stockings feel loose, and maybe with a good tug...

“No, we cannot be having that,” she says, noticing your struggles.

She plants a knee against your chest, and she leans up even closer to you, tightening up the knot she’s tied around your hands, making sure that it’s secure as can be. But the effect of the action is to press her tits up so close to you that, if only you could move even an inch forward, you could sink your face in and give her what she so richly deserves. That bra is the enemy, and you moan in frustration as you feel her grinding against you, her other knee pressed against your cock.

“Please,” you moan, but the word gets lost in the stocking again.

“Getting impatient already? We have hardly started,” your RA laughs.

She eases off you for a moment, a disappointment that only lasts a moment because a second later, she’s pulling off your pants and your boxers with them, your cock springing free. She pays your cock no mind as she gets up. Instead, she circles her nails around your nipples. Again, she claws you with just enough **** to leave a faint impression, the pain and desire one and the same in your head. It’s an odd sensation that leaves you wanting more, even as you’re aching for her down below. She backs off you, and your cock twitches, nearly batting her cheek, but she avoids it with a turn of her head.

“My, my,” Tatiana says, the heat of her breath playing across your cock.

You could lose yourself in those eyes, if you weren’t halfway terrified out of your mind already.

“Please,” you try to moan again, and you’re sure she must know what you’re saying, but she pretends not to hear.

Instead, she plants her hands around your thighs, bending down, bringing a rush of sudden attention to you. Her head lowers, lowers, the heat of her breath playing against your cock, and then you feel her kissing your thigh, a series of kisses that slowly make their way outwards. You groan, struggling against the stockings again, trying to push your cock against her.

She smiles, one hand wrapping around it, and you gasp, only to realize that she’s pushing it aside so that she can kiss the other side of your thigh. You wriggle on the bed, unable to keep yourself still. How can you be so aroused? All you want is her, you’d do anything for her, your cock is straining so hard.

Tatiana’s grip around your cock tightens. You moan in pleasure as she lowers her hand, jacking it with a glacial pace, watching as her hand seems to take an eternity for it to rise back up. Is this a handjob or is it ****? Her hand slowly goes down, the tight grip feeling more like a vise than a pussy, and you groan, your hips jerking, trying to get her to move faster. She shakes her head, denying you even that simple pleasure. In fact, at that movement of your hips, she pauses, keeping her hand still, while she peruses the label of the empty Hennessy in her hand. You desperately stay still, willing her to return to jacking you off, and after a long minute, in which she must have read the label five times over, you feel her hand sinking down on your cock again. You let out a sigh.

It happens so slowly that you don’t even realise that she’s accelerated until her hand moves in a rhythm that’s brought you excruciatingly close to orgasm. You’re throbbing, aching, wanting release. You’ve wanted it for so long. How’s Tatiana done it? She’s not going fast. Far from it. In fact, she seems more interested in toying with you, bringing you to the brink before she pauses again, edging you with an expertise that feels cruel.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” she says, gripping your cock hard and holding it still. “You cum when I tell you to.”

You want to protest, but you know that it would be futile. Worse, counterproductive. Who knows what she would do at that point? But then your patience pays off, as she slowly begins to jack you off again. This time, she seems intent on giving you some kind of release. She spits on her hand, giving you much needed lubrication as she accelerates, her tits hanging just over you, giving you all the eye candy you could need. In moments, you’re brought up to the edge again. You pray, trying to hold out, because who knows what she might do next, maybe she’ll bring her lips down, maybe she’ll even strip more for you…

And against all odds, you hold out, your cock remaining iron hard and rigid. Tatiana smiles, impressed by your stamina.

“You may have done well to last so long, but you are not going to last much longer,” she says, once again planting a knee on your stomach.

You grimace at the weight, until the pain you feel becomes electric excitement as you realize what’s happening. Her other knee plants itself on your other side, and Tatiana straddles you, her ass placed right above your hips. Her pencil skirt conceals the details from your eyes, but it doesn’t matter. You can feel your cock pushing up against her panties. It’s so slick and so wet there. Oh fuck. Tatiana rubs herself against you, your cock sliding between her thighs, the friction stimulating you into overdrive. She teases you for a minute more, pushing her hand down on top of your chest.

“You like being teased like this, don’t you,” she says.

Your reply is muffled, some kind of unintelligible mess that only communicates one thing: raw desire. Tatiana laughs. Then, she slips her hand under her skirt. You feel her hand grip your cock again. Only, this time, she’s pulled her panties aside, and you feel her guide your head up against her.

You hardly dare breathe as you feel your tip up against her folds. This is it.

But she won’t let you have your way. Even as you try to thrust your hips up to fuck her, she lifts up on her knees, keeping you always just at the very edge of entering her. You moan, and you see the way she smiles so sweetly at you.

“Oh, Alex, how adorable you are when you are like this,” she laughs. “You don’t get to fuck me on your own terms.”

You groan in frustration, the jerk of your hips met with nothing in resistance as she lifts her own hips high up. But those moans abruptly turn into a sigh of pleasure as you feel her sink ever so slightly down onto you. It takes a second to register what’s just happened. You’re inside Tatiana. You’re fucking Tatiana.

You amend that phrase a moment later, as she sinks all the way down on your rod, taking your entire length. She’s fucking you. Your Russian RA is in total control as she sets the pace, riding you cowgirl, using you to bring herself pleasure. She seems to enjoy taking it slow, somehow teasing you even as she’s fucking you, making sure that you get to savour every agonizing inch of her.

“Faster,” you try to moan through the stockings.

Tatiana only smiles and slows down, rocking back and forth with you buried to the hilt inside of her. She milks the moment for all that it’s got, her tight pussy clamped around you. All you want to do is to fuck her into oblivion, and you strain against your bonds, wanting to take control of her, to maul her tits, to fuck her into the bed, but the stockings hold firm.

“For struggling, you deserve a punishment,” she says.

Then, she begins to really ride you. You’re eager to go along, thrusting your hips in time with her bounces on your cock, and you love the way her hair flies wild. She holds you down with her arms, going faster and faster, until you feel yourself come right up to the edge again. Tatiana keeps going, maintaining the pace. All of it drives you wild. The way your shaft appears and disappears, the bounce of her tits, and the way she’s controlled you. She’s too good at this, and she’s so fucking hot riding you like this.

You want to go further, bucking your hips into her, trying to plunge yourself deeper into her. But the moment you do so, Tatiana freezes, shaking her head.

“Remember what I said.”

You moan, willing yourself to stay still. It’s only when you’ve managed to stay like that for a minute, Tatiana rocking herself against you, that she begins to shift up and down on your cock again. It’s another slow build, an agonizingly slow build. You want to just pick her up and fuck her, but you hold yourself back, willing your hips to stay still. Your arms are tied up. There’s nothing you can do. All you can do is watch her bounce on your cock, using you for her own pleasure. You watch the way her tits jiggle, mesmerized. The look of dirty pleasure on her face. Somehow, without you noticing, she’s built her way up to a rhythm as fast as you could imagine going by yourself, her ass bouncing off you over and over hypnotically.

It’s too much to handle. Just as you feel yourself coming to the brink, your cock twitching inside of her, she slides off of you, lowering her mouth to your cock. You only get a few heavenly moments of her mouth wrapped around your cock, and then you’re unable to hold it back any longer.

You cum, hard ropes of jizz splattering the back of her throat. Tatiana sucks greedily, jacking you off, making sure that she gets every last drop out of you, and you shudder on the bed, feeling every bit of your essence drain from you. You feel Tatiana’s tongue swirl around your cock, licking up any remaining cum, and then she pulls away, licking her lips in satisfaction.

“That hits the spot,” she says, pulling her stockings out of your mouth.

You cough, catching your breath as she unties you from the bed.

“Holy shit, that was amazing,” you say, blinking away the stars in your eyes.

“So it wasn’t enough of a punishment?” she asks.

You continue blinking, unable to formulate a response in the moment.

Then, Tatiana leans in to you, a wicked smile on her face.

“I planted the bottle there,” she whispers in your ear, before taking her leave.

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