by W C AURORA
Number Six sat up on her knees still blindfolded and still tied up. “Yes master.” she said, and Kate giggled.
“Here, let me help you,” Kate said and untied her and removed her blindfold, and also her leather bra just for fun. “Thank you, that was good,” she said.
“Do you need anything else?” Number Six said.
“No, just lay here with me.”
Number six laid on top of her and kissed gently at Kate’s neck. She was tired now, but knew that it would only be a few minutes before she wanted to fuck Number Six again.
Game Over
Ashley’s plan had gone well, up until a point. She was in The Athlete’s room and it didn’t take much to convince her to fool around. “Here’s your purse,” The Athlete said as she held it between them by the strap with a single finger. They stood close to each other until the only space between them was occupied by the purse. Ashley looked into her icy blue eyes and decided to go for it. She leaned in and kissed The Athlete on the mouth and she returned the favor, as though they had mutually agreed on something without uttering a word. Their tongues battled each other like colliding waves and their hands ran up and down each other’s bodies grabbing asses and legs. The Athlete kissed at Ashley’s neck and she panted and eagerly waited for her to make the next move.
“You couldn’t have come at a better time,” The Athlete said, “I was just about to change into costume.”
“Don’t let me hold you up,” Ashley said in between steamy breaths.
The Athlete guided Ashley to the bed, “You wait here. I’ll be right back,” she said, and removed her shirt as she stepped into the bathroom.
Ashley didn’t want to waste time. Whatever game they were about to play, she wanted to get right to it. She stripped off her tank top and blue jeans and waited in her white and pink striped panties and bra. She sprawled on the bed with her hand between her legs and thought about what kind of costume The Athlete would wear. Maybe a cheerleader or nurse? Those seemed appropriate.
From the room next door she heard low voices exchange conversation. Was Kate talking to herself? Surely not. It had to be a TV or radio or something right? She sat up and put her ear to the wall and listened. It was definitely Kate’s voice, but who was she talking to?
“Do you hear that?” The Athlete said as she walked back into the room. She wore a tight black corset that made her slim figure even slimmer and her perky breasts even perkier. Her lips were dark purple along with her eyes and her legs were covered with dark knee-high stockings that strapped directly to the corset. And for pants, there were no pants. Just her tight ass and pussy.
“I think Kate may have made a new friend,” Ashley said.
“What the hell does she think she’s doing? I told her to wait quietly,” The Athlete said before storming out of the room.
“Wait! Where are you going? Who did you tell to wait?” Ashley called out, but it didn’t stop The Athlete. She followed her down the hall and into the other room where she was surprised to find Kate and a skinny, half naked woman with her plush ass sticking in the air. And as she watched Kate spank that plush ass, she fantasized about someone doing that to her.
So when she was ordered to wait for The Athlete on the bed, she laid there with her legs straight out and her arms by her side, hoping she would be treated like an object just like the skinny girl.
The Athlete didn’t let her down.
She heard the door close, then the lights went off. The dark was lit up gradually by candles that The Athlete lit one by one around the bed. She blew out the match and the smell of burnt sulfur filled the room. The Athlete laid next to her. Her slender fingers followed the curves of Ashley‘s abs and tickled her naval . She grabbed Ashley by the wrists and forced them over her head and bound them to the head board with a pair of handcuffs. Next, she tied each ankle to the bed posts so her legs were forced apart. “I like your panties and bra,” she said.
“Thank you,” Ashley said.
“Shut up. Don’t make a sound.”
She straddled Ashley at the stomach and kissed her gently on the mouth, then laughed menacingly. Her hand squeezed Ashley’s face by the cheeks and forced her lips to pucker, “You have no idea what I’m about to do to you,” she said, and held up a pair of scissors. She popped Ashley’s bra off with a quick turn of the hand then turned around so Ashley could see her ass. She used the scissors to cut the crotch out of Ashley’s panties then leaned forward and stuck her tongue into her pussy.
“Oh,” Ashley moaned, then quickly caught herself breaking the rules.
The Athlete hopped off of Ashley, then off the bed and slid open one of the closet doors. She pushed a machine to the foot of the bed. It was a black box on wheels with a dildo attached to a pole. She inserted the dildo into Ashley’s pussy and started the machine. It pumped the fake penis in and out of Ashley in even strokes. “Oh my god,” Ashley whispered as she felt it pushed inside of her. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to handle this without cumming, she thought, then clenched her teeth together to try to tough it out.
“Do you like that?” The Athlete asked.
Ashley looked up at her and held her breath as the machine continued to fuck her without letting up.
“You can speak,” The Athlete said.
“Yes,” Ashley said in a high pitched voice. Her breathing turned to slow, long breaths in and out of her open mouth. She needed something to take her mind off of the machine before she ruined the fun by climaxing.
“It looks like you’re enjoying it too much,” The Athlete said. She reached into the nightstand next to the bed and removed a chain from the drawer. She held it by the clips at each end and opened and closed them as she held them up for Ashley to see. “This should slow things down a little,” she said.
She clipped them onto Ashley’s nipples and the pinching feeling drew Ashley’s concentration away from her pussy. She took a quick breath as they were applied and this made The Athlete smile. “That’s better,” The Athlete said. She reached around her back and untied the top tie of her corset so she could free her breasts. This was the first time Ashley got to see them. Her tan line made her breasts a slightly lighter color from the rest of her body. Her nipples were a nice red color that seemed to fit her perfectly. She straddled Ashley once again and pressed her tit into her face. “Suck them,” she said.
Ashley licked The Athlete’s nipple with her tongue before wrapping her lips around it and sucking. She closed her eyes and enjoyed how firm the nipple felt in her mouth. Her own nipples weren’t sore anymore and she once again started to feel the machine dip in and out of her pussy. She moaned and tried to bend her knees, but was stopped by the ties around her ankles. “This must be fun for you,” The Athlete said.
Ashley nodded and switched to the other breast but was only able to suckle at it once before The Athlete sat up. She pulled at the chain that was clipped to Ashley’s nipples and stretched her breasts until they formed two triangles that stood straight up.
“Does that feel good bitch?” she asked.
Ashley wasn’t sure how to respond. It was uncomfortable and even hurt a little, but the excitement of it stimulated her every nerve. The longer she pulled, the hornier Ashley got.
“Harder,” Ashley said.
The Athlete pulled farther.
“Harder,” Ashley said again.
The Athlete pulled until she couldn’t pull anymore. Ashley’s face turned red and she breathed heavily in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Oh shit,” she moaned.
The Athlete let go of the chain and Ashley’s huge breasts fell back into place. Ashley’s head fell back onto the pillow and she relaxed as the machine continued fucking her without slowing down.
The Athlete straddled her face. “Lick my pussy,” she said, and Ashley dipped her tongue deep inside of her. It was soft and wet and felt good against her face. The Athlete spread her legs and put all of her weight against Ashley’s face so her tongue penetrated deep into her vagina. She ra
n her hands through her hair and played with her tits and bounced up and down on Ashley’s face and it tickled her clit.
“Oh your tongue feels fucking good,” The Athlete said as she grinded against Ashley’s mouth. Ashley opened her mouth and used her tongue to taste the inside of her pussy. Her lips matched the lips of The Athlete’s vagina and they moved together like she was making out with her pussy.
“I need more,” The Athlete said.
She reached into her nightstand once again. This time she produced a strap-on that was pink and almost absurd in length. “You want me to fuck you with that on?” Ashley asked.
“You wish,” The Athlete said, “Lift your head.”
She strapped it around Ashley’s head so the dildo stood out from Ashley’s mouth. She straddled her face once again, facing the foot of the bed, so as she bounced up and down on the dildo Ashley’s nose dipped into her ass.
“Oh this feels fucking good,” The Athlete said.
Ashley felt her silky ass on her cheeks as she fucked the dildo coming out of her face. And the machine continued fucking her, and she started to feel an orgasm coming. Her stomach arched to the ceiling and her arms and legs fought with the restraints. Her nipples hardened and the clips pinched harder as they did so. The Athlete reached down and played with Ashley’s tits as she fucked her face faster and faster.
“Oh yes, yes,” The Athlete repeated.
She removed the nipple clips and twisted her nipples with her hands until her breasts turned color. Ashley started kicking her feet and she knew her orgasm was going to last a long time.
The Athlete removed herself from Ashley’s face. She unstrapped the dildo from Ashley’s mouth then stood over her. “You’re about to cum aren’t you?” she asked Ashley.
Ashley emphatically nodded her head as she found it difficult to speak because of her elongated panting.
The Athlete turned a dial on the machine, and it moved the dildo in and out of Ashley faster.
“Mother fucker,” Ashley said.
The Athlete stood over her and watched. She played with her pussy and watched Ashley’s face tense and her body squirm uncontrollably even while restrained. “You know what really gets me going?” she asked.
“What?” said Ashley, quietly between breaths.
“Jus wait,” she said. She played with her clit and stood over Ashley’s tits. Then, without warning, she started pissing on Ashley’s chest.
The warm urine splashed off Ashley’s tits and she felt little droplets hit her chin. “Oh fuck!” she exclaimed, “don’t stop!” She felt the liquid run down her body in streams and cover her tits and belly. The machine fucked her faster and she began cumming, in short explosions that pulsated in her pussy, then spread to the rest of her body like rippling waves.
“Oh my god!” she squeaked and arched her stomach toward The Athletes pussy.
“That’s it you fucking slut. Cum. Get off on my piss. You’re a whore, admit it. You’re a fucking whore,” The Athlete said while gritting her teeth.
“I’m a whore,” Ashley squealed.
When The Athlete finished pissing, Ashley finished cumming. Her pussy dripped onto Ashley’s body and she continued staring at her until Ashley relaxed and opened her eyes.
“Game over,” The Athlete said with a smile and untied her from the bed.
Ashley wiped her face and was unsure if it was piss or sweat. “How did I do?” she asked as she laughed.
“You were great,” The Athlete said, and kissed her on the cheek, “You can use my shower before you leave.”
Ashley was in the shower when The Athlete pushed the curtain open and handed her a pair of panties. “I kind of ruined yours,” she said, “Just take a pair of mine, you’ll look good in them.”
The two of them walked into the living room and caught Kate affectionately petting Number Six on the couch as they watched mindless reality TV. “Are you ready to go,” Ashley asked.
“Yes, I’m exhausted,” Kate said.
“You guys should come over again sometime. Maybe we could play a group game or something,” The Athlete said.
“We’ll give you a call,” Ashley said. They said their goodbyes and left. It had turned dark and they realized they had been there much longer than anticipated.
The ride to Ashley’s car was quiet and full of small talk. “I’m wearing a pair of her panties. Mine got ruined,” Ashley confessed.
“I wondered what you were doing,” Kate said, “It turns out, I’m a dominant. I never knew that about myself.”
“Really? Because it turns out I’m submissive. I never knew that about myself,” Ashley said.
Kate turned to her and shrugged. The two of them laughed and shared stories until they finally got to Ashley’s car. They kissed each other before separating and wondered what epiphany their next adventure may bring.
The Misadventures of Kate
It had been a busy week for Kate. After an unintentional rendezvous with her boss and Number Six, she just wanted to stay in on Friday and relax with a good movie and popcorn. Ashley had called, twice actually. Once to invite her to a party at a mutual friend’s house which Kate politely declined, and the other time was a drunk dial two hours later in which Ashley claimed to be dancing topless with a large group of party goers. “I’ll text you a picture!” Ashley yelled into the phone when she called the second time, but when Kate received the photo, it was just a blurry mess.
Kate giggled a little as she tried to make out the image. Maybe she made a mistake. Maybe she should have went with Ashley, but she knew she would once again end up having sex with some stranger, either in the laundry room or an upstairs bathroom, and quite frankly, she was worn out.
She tossed the phone aside and went back to watching a young teenage couple run from a psychotic murderer at summer camp. All of their bunkmates had already been murdered, including the girl’s BFF who lost her virginity the first night at camp to the stereotypical jock. They were found the next day floating face down in the lake.
The movie ended with the young couple bravely trapping the killer in a tool shed and setting the building on fire. The brave, handsome young man embraced his girlfriend who sobbed in fear and relief and said softly, “It’s over Amy. It’s finally over.” His eyes glowed from the firelight and below them a sinister smile bloomed across his face which made the audience believe that maybe it wasn’t quite over after all.
Before the movie rolled the final credits, Kate paused the picture on the face of the boyfriend. “I can’t believe it,” she said with a mouthful of popcorn. Kate knew she had seen that face before, but just assumed she had seen him in other movies over the years. But with the screen paused and that sinister smile on his face, she realized she knew the actor much more intimately.
She dug into her purse and removed the business card that John had given her after that wild night at Pink. She dialed the number and listened to it ring a few times before a voice came on the phone over a pulsating beat. “Hello?” John said.
“Hi John. It’s Kate. We met last week at your club.”
“Oh of course. I was hoping you might call.”
“Hey, I have a weird question. Were you ever in a horror movie?”
John laughed excitably before answering, “Yes I was. Camp Carnage Two. I can’t believe you’ve seen it. It went straight to video.”
“How long were you an actor?”
“Only a year or so. I was in a few commercials, then I got the part in the movie because it was directed by a friend of mine in college. I didn’t get many offers after that, so I came to work for my dad at Pink.”
“That’s so funny. I picked it up out of the bargain bin at the video store yesterday. I have to say, you’re kind of cute in it.”
“I was also much younger. Hey what are you doing later? I’m leaving early. Do you want to go have a couple of drinks?”
Kate paused for a moment. She should have seen it coming. Why did she think she could just call and ask a quest
ion without being asked out? Then again, the night was still young, and she wouldn’t mind having a drink or two. “Okay. Give me an hour or so to get ready. You’ll pick me up right?”
“Sounds good. I have to go. We’ve had a lot of grabby customers today. It looks like I’m going to have to start kicking some people out.”
Kate gave John her address and quickly jumped in the shower. “I’m not going to have sex. I’m not going to have sex,” she repeated, trying to hypnotize herself into believing she wouldn’t have sex. But the more she repeated the word sex, the more she thought about it. And the more she thought about it, the hornier she got.
Maybe if she used crude language.
“I’m not going to let him fuck me. I’m not going to let him fuck me,” but soon her hands were caressing her breasts and her soapy fingers worked on her vagina and she knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself if he even hinted that he wanted to have sex.
“I’m not going to let him fuck me in the ass,” she said, but even that was questionable.
The doorbell rang an hour and a half later. The two exchanged pleasantries and a hug. Kate decided to wear a pair of jeans that hugged her ass nicely and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It was cute, but a clear step down from the dress she wore last week and she wondered how John might respond to it.
He answered by giving her a firm pat on the butt as she stepped out the door. Kate knew they were going to fuck later on.
John drove a blue Trans Am that looked like it belonged in a car show, save for the worn out interior that clearly hadn’t been replaced since it was a new car. A pair of fuzzy dice hung from the rear view mirror and Kate batted it with her hand as they pulled out of the drive way. “I haven’t seen these things in years,” she said as the dice swung slowly back and forth.
“You like those? I found them at a yard sale. This was actually my first car when I was a teenager. I sold it before I went to college, but then last year I saw an ad for it in the newspaper. I just had a feeling it was the same car so I went to look at it and I was right. The guy sold it to me for five hundred dollars and I spent another three grand fixing the engine and body, but I’m glad to have it. I had a lot of great times in this car,” John said.