“He should be our third,” Ashley suggested as they pulled into the parking lot.
“Oh no, he’s married. I’m willing to forget that one time, but I don’t want to see him again.”
“Too bad. He sounded like fun.”
They arrived at the apartment and it was quiet. There was no light underneath the door and it appeared no one was home. Ashley knocked on the door and a few seconds later, they heard footsteps and the door opened. The Athlete stood in the doorway wearing a simple tee-shirt and jeans. She placed her hand in her back pocket and stood on her toes. “Hi,” she said playfully, “come in, your purse is in my room.”
The two of them stepped into the apartment. There was a single lamp on in the living room and the television remained off, as though she had just walked into the room. “I hope we’re not interrupting anything,” Kate said.
“Oh no, you’re fine. The bar is just so loud, I like to enjoy the silence on my days off,” The Athlete said. She flashed an infectious smile and Ashley was immediately drawn to her. She gently touched her on the shoulder, “Thank you for holding onto my purse for me,” she said.
“It’s no problem. Follow me, I’ll get it for you.”
Before she turned to follow the Athlete down the hall, Ashley turned and winked at Kate. She knew what that meant. She might as well make herself comfortable.
It was a small apartment. A tour of the place would only last a few minutes, but it wasn’t surprising. There was no way the Athlete was any older than twenty-two and was probably a college student. The small place was typical for a college student.
Kate browsed around the poorly lit apartment and took notice of the little things laying around. The Cosmo magazine on the table. The box of cereal on the counter top and a few pictures of the Athlete with a group of friends, hanging on the refrigerator. She examined the pictures. One was with the Athlete surrounded by three boys on a camping trip. The other was with five well-dressed girls at a nightclub. And one with two girls at a party in that same apartment, with several empty beer bottles laying around. All of the people in the picture were attractive, and all of the pictures seemed typical of a girl her age. There seemed nothing unique about her lifestyle. But one of the girls in the party picture seemed familiar. She removed it from the refrigerator and held it closer to her face. The girl had short hair and long slender legs that emerged from short jean shorts that showed off her plump ass. “Number Six,” Kate said, and smirked a little. “It’s a small world after all,” she whispered as she replaced the picture.
Since she went straight to Ashley’s house from work, she hadn’t had the chance to check her makeup. She walked down the hall and searched for a bathroom so she could have a mirror. All of the doors looked the same, so she just randomly opened one and turned on the light. What she found was not a bathroom. Not even close.
It was Number Six. She was on a bed bent over with her face down and bare ass sticking up in the air. She wore a tight leather bra that made even her small tits seem large. She was blind-folded and her hands were tied behind her back.
“Who’s there?” Number Six asked.
“It’s me Kate. We met at Pink over the weekend.”
“Oh hey. How are you?” Number Six said, oddly casual.
“I’m fine. Are you okay? Have you been kidnapped?”
“Oh no, I live here. Sometimes my roommate and I play a game. She ties me up and tells me what to do. It’s stupid I know…”
Before Number Six finished speaking, the door opened behind them. It was the Athlete. She was wearing a black corset that connected to knee high stockings with two straps. Her pussy and ass were exposed and she stood with her hands on her hips in a way that demanded attention.
“What’s going on here?” she asked.
“Oh, I was just looking for…” Kate began.
“Shut up,” the Athlete interrupted, then approached Number Six and grabbed her by the hair. “Did you let her in here?” she asked Number Six.
“No master. It was a mistake.”
Ashley walked into the room in nothing but her underwear. “What’s going on?” Ashley asked.
“This doesn’t concern you,” the Athlete said to Ashley, “just stand there and be quiet. I want you to watch.”
She walked up to Kate and ripped her shirt open. Buttons flew across the room like projectiles. “You have to punish her,” the Athlete told Kate, “you have to spank her ass.”
Kate looked at Number Six’s round ass, and as tempting as it was, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“Oh I don’t think I can be part of this game. I think I’m just going to leave,” she said. She picked her shirt up off the floor and started to leave, but the Athlete motioned to Ashley, and Ashley blocked the doorway. “Just play along,” she whispered to Kate.
Kate tossed her shirt to the side and approached the bed. Number Six’s ass stuck out and Kate gave it a swat with her hand. It jiggled at the impact, and Kate found it arousing.
“Harder,” the Athlete said. Kate drew her hand back farther and spanked her again a little harder.
“Quit wasting my time. Harder,” the Athlete demanded. Once again she drew back and swatted Number Six’s ass with full force. Number Six flinched as her hand smacked her ass and the sound made Kate horny.
“Again,” the Athlete said.
Kate spanked her again.
“Unh..” Number Six grunted.
And again.
“Unh..”
And again.
“Unh..”
And again, without waiting for instructions, Number Six’s ass didn’t have time to stop jiggling between swats. A red spot emerged on her cheek, and Kate stopped.
“Did you enjoy that?” the Athlete asked Number Six.
“Yes master,” she said.
The Athlete approached Kate and placed her hand on Kate’s pussy. “Wet, just like I thought. She’s all yours. Don’t have too much fun,” she said to Kate.
The Athlete told Ashley to go lay on her bed and swatted her on the ass. The door was shut behind them and Kate was left alone with Number Six, who remained tied and blind-folded on the bed. Kate removed her pants so only her underwear remained on. “You’ll do whatever I say,” Kate said.
“Yes master,” Number Six responded.
“Do you like it rough?”
“Yes master.”
Kate spanked her one more time to watch her flinch. “Is your ass tender now?”
“Yes master, it is.”
“Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?”
“Yes please.”
Kate put her face against Number Six’s soft ass cheek. She licked and kissed the sore red spot and Number Six squirmed.
“Does it feel better?”
“Yes master, it does.”
Kate grabbed her by the foot and dragged her onto the floor. She fell unguarded to the ground. She knew now that when John pushed her to the floor, it didn’t hurt Number Six at all, she enjoyed it.
“On your knees,” she demanded, and pulled Number Six by the hair as she struggled to climb to her knees with her hands behind her back. Kate removed her panties, then shoved Number Six’s face into her pussy, “lick it,” she said, and Number Six’s tongue began to work up and down her slit.
It wasn’t enough for Kate. She wanted Number Six deep inside of her, she wanted to suffocate her. She lifted one leg onto the bed to open herself up, then pulled down on Number Six’s hair to turn her face upward and stood over her with her vagina right above her mouth. “Get deep inside there. Taste it. Taste my pussy. Do you like it? Does my pussy taste sweet?”
“Yes master.”
Kate felt Number Six’s soft tongue inside her, moving around and exploring her pussy. She felt powerful and wanted to go further. She wanted to humiliate this little girl.
She pulled away and turned around. Bent slightly at the waist, she reached back and forced Number Six’s face into her ass. “Lick my asshole,” she said. Number Six’s tongue pressed on the rim of her hole and it felt warm and exotic. She pulled her cheeks apart with her hands so Number Six could go further in. “Get in there. Tongue my ass you little slut. Doesn’t it taste good? Don’t you love my asshole?”