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intended to scare her, they did the exact opposite. “Yes, Sir,” she said, the three-letter final word sounding foreign coming from her lips, yet totally natural in her own way. She was dripping wet and wanted to jerk off but knew that if she didn’t race over there, Cliff might be gone. He hung up without saying anything further.
    She stripped completely, taking a moment to peek at her large breasts, the nipples already hard, the flat stomach giving way to her lightly fuzzed pussy, freckles dotting her legs, her short red hair seeming brighter in the mirror than usual. Naked, she looked cute, a word she’d always gotten flung her way, rather than the desired beautiful, or even pretty. She hoped Cliff thought she was beautiful, worthy.
    Kelly found a very short tennis skirt, the white pleats beaming an innocence she knew she didn’t possess. She also knew the curves of her tight ass were almost visible beneath it as she slipped on flip-flops and grabbed a white tank top, not bothering with a bra. She hurried out the door after a swipe of lip-gloss and one quick glance in the mirror. Kelly held her head high as she walked rapidly across town, ignoring the whistles from boys on bikes or leaning out of car windows.
None of them knew how to give her what she really wanted, she was sure. She wanted it hard, she wanted it to hurt.
    As she rang the doorbell at a small white house, she smiled to herself. It looked like someplace she’d go to babysit, not get tied up. She fidgeted, feeling her wet, swollen pussy lips between her legs. The door opened and there was Cliff. He pulled her roughly inside, not bothering with a hello, then shut the door and dragged her down a hallway to his room. It happened so fast she barely had time to look around or take in anything more than the fact that he was over a foot taller than her, but when she saw what hung on his walls, her whole body went cold, then hot. Hanging from hooks were knives, handcuffs, paddles, and floggers. It looked like a sex toy store, and it was almost too much for her to take in. Almost, but not quite. He turned to stare at her, assessing her body. “Turn around and lift up your skirt, Kelly. I want to make sure you can follow instructions.”
    She liked that he jumped right into their play, not letting her pause to question it. Her body was humming in a way it never had with any of the guys she’d fucked. She’d enjoyed herself with them, but she’d never felt like her pussy was literally dripping, never felt like she had found exactly what she’d been craving. She turned away from him, bent slightly at the waist, and lifted her skirt. She’d recently shaved her pussy, and knew he could see that as well as her buttcheeks. “Very good,” he said, then walked toward her. Before Kelly knew what was happening, he was slicing the tank top with a pair of scissors, then ripping the rest with his bare hands.
    She whimpered. “You won’t be needing this but I might,” he said. She just nodded, already too aroused to properly speak. He turned her
around so she was facing him, staring into her eyes. She figured she probably looked a little scared, which she was, but she was even more aroused, standing there in just her skirt and flip-flops. She got a good look at his face. He had a short brown beard and a thick head of hair, and big brown eyes that seemed to swallow her. He reached down and pinched one nipple, then tugged her forward with it. The pressure kept getting more intense, but he didn’t say anything to acknowledge what he was doing. She chanced to look down, watching as he twisted her nipple between his fingers. Seeing him do it made her gasp, and he tugged on the other, pressing each nub as flat as he could between his fingers. It was starting to really hurt, but the harder he did it, the more Kelly wanted to see how much she could take.
    â€œYeah,” he said softly as he took things up a notch,