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I just couldn't stand it anymore. I had to know why. I was so sick of being a pushover, letting her have her way in regards to everything, whether it was when we were shopping or fucking. It didn't matter, I tried to always play the nice guy and let everything go to make her happy. And yet she had dumped me. Like yesterday's trash, I was gone. And I had to know why. All she had said was that she liked me a lot, but something just wasn't right, and so we were done. That was one week ago, and I had tried hard to just drop it, but couldn't. Apparently, nice guys really do finish last.
So I headed over to her house. Since we'd been together for about 7 months, I had her keys, and she had never asked for them back. I got to her place and knocked on the door, but there was no response. I could hear the music playing though, and figured she'd be working out down in her basement. I knocked again, and waited, and then decided what the hell I was going in. I unlocked the door, and shut it behind me. I was just so frustrated and I needed answers.
I had never dated a girl quite like Amy before. She was a knockout. Not saying I hadn't dated hot chicks before, but this one went beyond that. Skinny little body, tight tight ass, and tits to die for. Not like Barbie or anything, but just this great B cups that fit her body perfectly. Plus she had a really attractive face. I used to get ribbed a lot about her by my friends, the "why did she ever pick you" joke that most guys get to hear somewhere in their lives.
I walked into the kitchen, and saw the basement door open and the music filtering out. I stopped and wasn't sure if I should be doing this. Barging into her house, and hell, she did have the right to dump me. But I needed to know why. What had I done wrong? I had treated her great, and she had even repeated that to me over the course of the time we were together, as had two or three of her friends, including her best friend Karen. I never quite figured out Karen, who used to give me the impression that she didn't like me, but felt like she should since I treated Amy so well. Well whatever, down the stairs were the answers I needed.
Her basement has the stairs leading in from behind a wall, so when you're at the bottom of the stairs, you have to take a right to go into the room. Walking down the carpeted stairs into her basement brought back great memories, as we had had sex down here a couple of times, and she had some great orgasms down here that just echoed due to the walls. I smiled remembering those thoughts, and stopped suddenly, as I heard Karen's voice. I was on the second to last step, and wanted to take my last step down and peer around the corner, making me feel even more like an intruder. I felt like I should just up and leave, as the two best friends were talking, and I just didn't belong. Then I figured I'll just take the last step, they'll see me, I can ask my questions and leave. I didn't care what Karen thought about me anyway, and well, Amy hadn't cared what I thought about her.
So I stepped down and turned around the corner. What I saw will forever be etched mentally into my head. In the middle of the room facing me was Amy, down on all fours, wearing just a thong. Her beautiful tits were hanging down, just waiting to be sucked. She had a blindfold on her, and her legs were tied together. Her arms were down on the ground, but there was a rope holding her from there to the leg of one of the weight benches she had. An added surprise was that just a bit to the left of her was Karen. She was standing with her back to me, with a leather bra on, a short little riding crop in her hand, leather thong, and a garter belt, which worked well with the black heels she had on. I was stunned. I couldn't move.
I didn't know how to react, and was brought out of my haze, when I heard my name. "You missed this didn't you, you little whore. Tim never treated you the way you like to be treated did he?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Karen was taking little steps just walking in front of Amy's face, and when she got to a bit of an angle, I realized that she had a strap on near her pussy. I had never really looked at Karen in a sexual way because Amy was just so gorgeous, but started to realize that she was rather attractive. Nothing great, but definitely not bad on the eyes. Karen continued teasing Amy, "You want to suck my dick don't you you whore. Have me fuck you with this?" When she didn't hear an answer, I saw the quick flick as Amy got hit by the crop. Her quick cry luckily covered my short gasp, seeing my ex-, my love!, being treated like this ... and enjoying it! Karen continued her walk around, and I didn't know if I should leave or not. "Why didn't you just tell him that you wanted to be his bitch? This could be him walking around you right now, and you could have been his whore just like you said you wanted to be!"
That comment made me fully hard. That's all it took. Everything else I had seen had been noticed and got me excited, but the fact that Amy had wanted me to be do this to her the entire time! Wow! I couldn't believe I'd missed all these possible things I'd always wanted to do to her, but been afraid that she'd think I was some kind of weirdo. I heard Karen saying something but was not listening at this point, just wishing over and over again that I had known this. When I heard a sudden stop I looked up and Karen was looking right at me. Shit, I was caught. She'd probably tell Amy I was there, and that I was this pervert or something, and now I'd never have the chance to talk to Amy and fix this. We just stared at each other, and then she smiled. I took that as a good sign and gave her the sign to continue.