The party was huge. There was dozens, if not hundreds of people in the house and in the
backyard. It was a party being thrown by my new boss. I had only been with the company a few months, and thought it was great that I was included with all the people who had known each other for years. As I left college a few months ago, I broke up with my long time girlfriend, we had drifted apart.
I had only drank a little, but really needed a bathroom. On the ground level of the house, there seemed to be only one bathroom, and I was just beaten to it by a couple who was all over each other and looked like they would be using the room for a while.
I went upstairs to the second floor of the house. I knew Mr. Baxter (my boss) had two kids and that they were around somewhere, but I really wasn't thinking of anything other than having to piss. The door to what looked like the bathroom was ajar just a bit, and the light was off so I flung the door open and stepped in.
Sitting on the tub, dressed in shorts and a bra was Baxter's daughter. I had heard her name a few times at work, so I knew she was Kara. She was sitting with a razor blade in her right hand, and three long, fairly deep cuts on her upper left arm. She locked eyes with me and froze. The she said, "You can't tell anyone!"
My mind raced. I knew that she was about 11 or 12 years old, and I knew what the modern thinking on "cutting" was. But I also knew what was buried deep in the young woman's psyche.
I turned away from her, as if to ignore her. I closed the door to the bathroom and locked it, and turned to the toilet. With my back to the girl, I undid my pants and took my much needed piss. I sighed with relief, and then zipped up. I flushed, and then calmly washed my hands, the girl watching the whole time, without saying a word.
I turned back to her then and sat down next to her on the edge of the tub. I slowly reach over and took the razor from her hand. "I wouldn't tell anyone, Kara. You see, I know why you cut yourself." I ran my finger carefully across the blade, away from the edge as to not cut myself, wiping the blood from the razor onto my finger. I held the finger up in front of Kara's face.
"It's the ultimate turn-on. You don't know why you do this, do you?" I said. The girl shook her head silently to indicate "no". I smiled at her. "I know why," I half-smiled, half-sneered, as I pressed my bloody finger to her lips, pushing it into her mouth just a little bit, "You are a masochist. You like the pain. It's a rush, its a high, it's a feeling that you can't get anywhere else, isn't it? It's better than sex for you. You get more of a jolt from slicing your skin open than you do from rubbing your pussy, isn't that true?"
Again, without speaking the girl moved her head, my finger still in her mouth. This time it was a "yes". "Ever let someone else cut you?" I asked, my eyes narrowing, and hers opening a little wider in fear, and excitement. She shook her head once again to indicate another "no". I took the razor blade and held it to her arm, just below where she had made the last cut. "Look right at it. Don't look at me. Don't close your eyes. Don't look away. Don't flinch, and don't make a sound." I commanded the girl.
I moved the blade lightly across her skin, not nearly as deep as she had been cutting. Her breath came in gasps and her eyes locked onto where her skin was tearing open. With her free hand, she massaged herself between her legs. I stopped when the cut was exactly as long as the other's she had left.
I sat the razor blade down on the tub, away from us, and held her arm up. I blew lightly on it and the cool air made her jump. Then I suddenly twisted her arm roughly, making her squeak a bit, and I lowered my mouth to her arm, licking the blood up. There really wasn't that much blood, but it was still a hot, sexy move nonetheless. Kara moaned as I did that, and continued to rub herself.
After I had cleaned the blood, I pulled down one cup of her bra enough to expose her nipple and I licked it. Again, she shrieked, nearly too loud for where we were, and then I bit down on her flesh and she sighed and all of the air whooshed out of her lungs. As I chewed roughly on her nip, I could feel her body spasm as she had an orgasm.
I pulled her bra back up, stood and said, "do you want to know what I would do to you in the morning if I were here and your parents weren't?" She stammered, but said, "Y..y..yes."
I smiled and said, "I would wake you up by eating your pussy and making you cum while you were still in bed. Then I would take large safety pins and put them right through your nipples, nice and deep into your titflesh, making you scream. Then I would used a suction pump on your clit, pumping it over and over until your little clitty was swollen with blood to at least twice it's normal size. Then I would take an alligator clip, with a flat plastic cover over the sharp metal teeth, and I could attach it to the very base of your huge clit. Then I would stuff your little pussy with two vibrating balls, the size of eggs. Then I would sew your pussy shut, all the way, nice and tightly shut. Then I would force you to dress in your sluttiest clothes, and then, just before you went out the door to go to school, I would turn the vibrators inside your pussy on. They would go on and off all day at random all the time that you are in school."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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