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The Usherette (6/7)
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CHAPTER TEN
It was crazy! She had a home, she had a room and her own
little bed but she couldn't bring herself to go there! Betsy
didn't know what to do. The pretty little eighteen-year-old stood
in
the lobby of the Majestic and watched the last of the evening's
patrons file out of the open doors.
If I go back there he'll get me again, Betsy told herself.
It had been nearly two days. But just the same, whenever she
thought about Dave Henry the lovely little girl's still sore anus
would pucker and she could feel that obscene desire well up in her
again. He fucked you in the ass, a teasing voice whispered in her
head. He fucked your ass three, or was it four times?
Betsy shuddered and tried to think of something else but she
had no other thoughts as strong and as lovely as her memories of
the dirty things that Dave Henry had done to her in her room that
night and the next morning.
There was a slow, swelling surge of excitement between her
thighs. Betsy tried not to think about her mother's lover, but the
image of his big, thick cock haunted her every waking moment! When
Betsy remembered the way that it would slide into her wet, ready
little pussy or the way that it felt in her mouth when it erupted
and forced her to drink Dave's hot cream, she would moan with real
desire.
She'll find out, Betsy told herself, thinking about her
mother. What will she say to me when she finds out the things that
Dave is doing to me?
The slender little usherette was worried, but what she didn't
know was that the ringing of the phone at the candy counter
signaled that her problem was already being solved for her.
"Honey? Come over here a minute."
Betsy knew that Grace was speaking to her. The lovely little
teen was reluctant to turn and face the older blonde. She'd been
avoiding Grace for days.
"Betsy, I have a message for you, from your mother."
She had no choice. Betsy turned and walked to the counter.
As she did she noticed a familiar glow in the counter manager's
eyes.
Grace pretended not to see Betsy's reluctance. She gave the
little girl a soft smile and pointed at the phone. "That was your
mama. She sounded upset. She says that you should find someone to
stay with tonight."'
A thin trickle of nervous fear dribbled down the young
brunette's spine as Betsy waited for the other shoe to fall.
"She says to tell you that she'd found out about it. What
does that mean?"
Betsy's mouth opened twice, but no sound came out. She felt
a growing lump of shame and worry inside of her as she stared at
the other woman.
Grace was snapping off the lights behind the counter and then
lifting the gate before Betsy noticed. A warm, soft arm slid
around her shoulders and the pretty little teen felt herself hugged
tight. "I... I know that you think that I helped Newt Simpson set
you up here. I didn't want to do it, Betsy. Honestly I didn't
want to do it, but he made me. I didn't want you in this mess
but... well he has some pictures of me and I have to do what he
tells me to do."
The slender little girl didn't know what to say or what to do.
She felt stunned and helpless. If she couldn't go home, where
could she go? Grace saw the expression on Betsy's face and
shrewdly guessed what she was thinking. The blonde tightened her
grip on Betsy's shoulder and began to steer her towards the main
staircase.
"You just get your things, don't even stop to change," Grace
whispered happily. "You're going to spend the night with me!!"
Betsy would have resisted but the handsome woman pressed a
full, pillow soft breast against her arm as she whispered again.
"You look like a little teen who needs some loving care and
you know that I'm just the lady who can give it to you!"
The sudden charge of excitement that washed up between her
thighs shook Betsy. Her tiny clitoris stiffened and began to
vibrate and she was shocked to feel a delicious flow of love lube
wet the fat lips of her small sex.
Grace waited for her at the door. Betsy stumbled to her
locker and fumbled inside to get her street clothes and purse.
When she came out, the shaken eighteen-year-old saw her friend
talking to Newton Simpson. But before she could think about what
that meant, Grace turned away and hurried towards her.
The tires of Grace's car scraped lightly against the curb.
The blonde was forced to take her hand away from Betsy's thigh in
order to straighten the car out. "I've missed you, honey," Grace
whispered for the fourth time since they left the Majestic. "I've
been thinking about you and ooohh just wait till you hear what I
was thinking about!!"
The door was still swinging shut when Grace turned towards
her. "Ummmmmm, little lover!"
Betsy was confused and unsure of herself and when a warm,
urgent pair of lips closed over hers she found that it was easier
to surrender and let Grace make the decisions for her.
The small light over the bed was glowing. All that Grace wore
were her panties and bra as she knelt before Betsy. The lovely
little girl watched with glowing eyes as the half naked woman
slowly, carefully drew her silky panties down over her slender
thighs.
"Ooooooo, I've dreamed about your sweet tasting little pussy,"
the woman murmured. Grace paused and looked up at Betsy.
The trembling little teen was naked except for her shoes and
she could see the blonde's eyes travel slowly over her slim body.
Grace's hands closed around Betsy's waist and gently pushed.
The backs of Betsy's knees hit the bed and she was forced to sit
down. The woman smiled at her again then slowly pressed her face
between Betsy's trembling legs. The naked eighteen-year-old gasped
softly. Her belly gave a quick jerk as her hands guided her thighs
until they lay hooked over the older woman's shoulders. Grace's
wet tongue was protruding from her mouth and when its tip found the
downy lips of Betsy's lightly haired sex it wiggled in small
circles.
Betsy's head felt terribly heavy on her shoulders and she
found it hard to support her reclining body on her elbows once the
woman's thick bladed tongue was inside of her. Tiny muscles pulled
and relaxed. Her nerves seemed to be crawling under her flesh.
Betsy sighed and wiggled contentedly.
Grace's warm hands slid under her upturned ass and cupped the
firm cheeks. Betsy moaned and allowed herself to be drawn forward
another few inches so that she could rotate her bubbling little
love pit against the wonderful tongue that was waggling and rubbing
against her swollen love knot.
"Oooohhhh," Betsy gushed as firm lips tightened around the
whole of her naked pussy and a firm, delightful suction was
applied. "It feels like you're going to suck me inside out!!"
Grace chuckled deep in her throat and the vibrations buzzed and
tickled against her baby clit.
"Unnnnggghhhh...I was...I was afraid to let you do this to
meeeeee," Betsy confessed. "It's dirty and I was afraid that I'd
become... a... a..." There was no way that she could finish the
sentence without offending Grace, so Betsy was forced to let it
drift away.
"Ooooohhhh, poor baby," the blonde murmured as she pulled her
lips away from the little teen's well sucked and licked cunt. "Did
you think that you'd turn butch just because I sucked your tasty
little pussy?"
Before Betsy could answer, the tongue was in her again and the
only sound that Betsy could make was a long, gasping sigh of
delight.
"Don't worry lover," the older woman whispered again.
Grace had her hands behind her back and Betsy watched in eager
fascination as the bra was loosened and Grace's big, suckable
breasts were exposed. "I love a hard prick as much as any girl.
It's just that sometimes we need a gentler sort of loving only
another teen can give us that."
Grace was naked as she crawled up on the large bed and lay
down beside Betsy.
The trembling little girl knew what would be expected of her
and when she stared down between the woman's full thighs, at her
thick patch of pubic curls, Betsy knew that she didn't really mind.
"Climb on top of me, baby," Grace moaned softly.
Betsy was on her knees and made no effort to resist when the
older woman turned her and then forced her to lay face down between
her legs.
"Suck me, make me feel good, Betsy. Make Grace happy and
she'll see to it that you have such a lovely night. Suck my pussy,
lover!!"
Small fingers hooked into the thickened lips of Grace's hairy
cunt. Betsy stared down at the wet, salmon red membranes of the
blonde's slit and felt her mouth water with anticipation.
A hand pressed at the back of her head. Betsy heard Grace
moan happily as she jammed the sharp tip of her tongue against the
firm knot of the blonde's clitoris. Betsy shivered with excitement
and began a slow, lapping stroke with her tongue. Not only didn't
she mind doing this for the blonde, she was a little shocked to
realize that she loved doing it!
Betsy had just established a head bobbing, nibbling and
licking movement between Grace's splayed thighs when she heard the
scraping sound of the bed table drawer being opened. Grace wiggled
and shivered as the naked little teen rubbed and licked her wet
cunt.
"Ummmmmm, that's wonderful, baby," Grace breathed as she
moved. Again Betsy's eyes swiveled and in the mirror across from
the bed she saw the woman sucking and licking at a long, white
plastic tube. For a second the little teen didn't understand, but
then Grace twisted something at the bottom of the tube and the
strong, buzzing sound that filled the room told her what was going
to happen.
"I'm going to make you feel good, honey," Grace whispered when
she pulled the vibrator out of her mouth. "I'll make you so happy
that you'll never want to go home again!!"
Betsy wanted to pull away before Grace could insert the
buzzing machine, but Betsy's muscles had turned to butter and she
couldn't move. The trembling little girl watched out of the corner
of her eye as the mirror images twisted and shook.
Grace pressed a hand under her tummy and forced Betsy's bottom
up a few inches, then she gave the vibrator a last, loving lick
then slowly slid its conical head into the waiting throat of the
teen's tight little cunt.
A tiny squeal of surprise and delight bubbled out of Betsy's
mouth. Her pink little tongue increased its speed as the lovely
vibrations sank into her to the very bottom of her tight little
love sheath!!
"Ummmmm, uh thut fulls su guuuuud!!!" Her words were muffled
by the slick lips of Grace's cunt and the older woman gasped and
whimpered with pleasure when she felt Betsy's teeth gently nip at
her distended clitoris. "Uhhhhh, push ut duuuuuper un muhhh!!!"
Her own baby love knot was burning and Betsy knew that it
would only take a few lovely seconds for the delicious buzzing to
give her the release that she needed. The pretty little teen
burrowed her face between the woman's trembling thighs and sucked.
Hot, slippery lube coated her nose and her cheeks. Her small,
pointed chin forced its way into the open flaps of the blonde's
adult cunt, making her squeal and groan with pleasure.
"Annnnnggghhh...suck it harder!! Oooohhh, baby!!!" Grace
shook and wiggled under her, but Betsy didn't lose the seal that
her sucking lips had formed around her cunt. "Aaaaaiiiiieee!!"
Grace bucked and heaved. Her fat breasts rubbed against the
insides of Betsy's slim thighs and in her excitement the gasping
woman jammed a stiff forefinger deep in the center of the surprised
little girl's exposed and defenseless anus!!
"Awwwwwwoooowww!!! Ohhhh...noooo, Betsy moaned as she licked
harder and harder at the rigid stalk of the woman's clit. The
finger in her still sore little ass wiggled and twisted, pulling
and stretching her at the same time that the buzzing vibrator
popped in and out of her gorged little honey pot!!
"Awwwww, baby," Grace gasped as the last after shocks of her
orgasm faded away. "Do you like it in the ass? Did one of those
dirty men push his big dong in your ass and teach you to like it?"
Grace's strong hands pulled at her and Betsy felt so helpless, so
weak that she didn't consider resisting. She was pulled backward
until she could feel the blonde's warm breath on her parted ass
cheeks. Betsy didn't know what to expect, but even so, she wasn't
prepared for what happened next.
"Ummmmm, sweet little baby," Grace murmured.
Betsy squealed when she felt the firm cheeks of her trim
little bottom spread even wider. Then she called out in a
strangled voice when she felt the warm, slippery wash of a tongue
as it swirled and pressed around the softened oval of her tiny
rectal opening.
"Ooooohhhh, ullllmmmm," Grace murmured as her lips fastened
tight around the loosened opening.
Betsy gasped and shook. She couldn't control the automatic
jerking, stroking motions that sent her aroused little body back
against the tongue and helped it force its way past her weakened
sphincter and into the firm sleeve of her anal passage.
"Oooooo, you do like it," Grace crooned when she finally
pulled her stiff tongue out of the grip of Betsy's ass and licked
the tender flesh that surrounded her anus. "I know, baby. I know
how good it can be like that!!"
Betsy moaned in frustration when she felt herself being lifted
off Grace's soft, comforting body. But the naked little teen saw
the look on the blonde's face and shuddered. It wasn't over,
Grace hadn't begun!
"Don't worry, lover," Grace whispered as she turned Betsy over
and deftly pulled the drawer beside her open again. "I have a
lovely, delicious surprise for you."
The naked little teen moaned. The thick shaft of the vibrator
had filled her completely and its electric agitation deep in her
belly weakened her and left her defenseless against anything that
Grace had in mind. The slender eighteen-year-old watched Grace in
the mirror as she hurriedly fastened a dark leather harness around
her middle.
Betsy felt a warning chill of fear and excitement ripple
through her, but the constant buzzing of the vibrator sapped her
strength and left her weak and helpless before the excited woman.
"Agggghhhhh, this is going to be so nice for you," Grace
muttered as she reached back into the drawer and brought out a big,
perfectly molded cock!! "You're going to yell, baby, but it's
going to be so nice that you'll beg for more!!"
Grace straightened up behind her and Betsy watched in
fascinated horror as the woman screwed the pink rubber staff onto
the post that jutted out from the harness that she wore snug around
her waist. "You can do it to me too, honey," the woman sighed as
she paused to coat the fake cock with a thick film of ointment.
"I've got a bigger one than this and I'd love to have you fuck me
with it!!"
Betsy whimpered and shook as she watched Grace bend over her
and felt the firm, uplifted cheeks of her ass spread wide. The
little girl watched as the gleaming head of the greased dildo
dipped into the crease between her buttocks then gasped when she
felt its cool, hard pressure against the weakened ring of her anal
opening.
An awful memory lanced through her and Betsy squealed when
she remembered the first pain that she always felt when Dave took
her in the ass.
The naked little teen tensed her body and felt like screaming
when the first, powerful thrust of the plastic cock hit her. But
instead of the pain, Betsy felt the smooth, almost effortless entry
of the greased plastic pole as it went in and with each terrible
inch that it gave her the naked little teen groaned louder and
wiggled harder!
"Awwwwwuuuuggghhh!!! Ooooo, it feels goooood!!!" She felt
Grace's warm hands pinning her to the bed and fought to lift her
bottom so that she could receive even more of the lovely rod.
"Oggghhhh, Grace! I love it! Do it... I want more, fuck me in
the ass, Grace!!"
A sickly, sweet feeling of contentment filled her. Betsy
felt her small breasts grow harder, more swollen, felt her clit
stiffen even more as she was penetrated fore and aft. The long,
hard length of the vibrator lay buzzing and twitching in the tight
grip of her pussy while the hard, warming length of the dildo
pushed her soft, yielding bowels aside.
"I will, lover," the blonde panted as she thrust and shoved
her unnatural cock into the little girl's upturned anus. "You're
going to be wonderful. A super star! I swear it. A real super
star!!"
The naked little teen was too far gone to wonder what those
words meant and she was also too engrossed with the lovely
sensations that were exploding inside of her to hear the muted,
rasping whisper of frame after frame of film being fed into a
camera just outside of the window!!
"Aaaaaggghhh...Oooohhh, harder! I...aaaiiiieeeeeee!!!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Betsy... Betsy Morrison."
The slim little eighteen-year-old was startled to hear a man
calling her name. The young usherette had just stepped down from
the bus and stood staring in surprise at the man who sat in the car
by the curb.
"Betsy? Come over here for a second, I want to talk to you."
She'd only taken a few steps in the direction of the curb when
Betsy noticed something that unnerved her completely. The man
behind the wheel looked like her daddy. He looked more like him
than Mr. Baker, the theater chain manager did!!
"Do I know you? I... I don't think that I know you," Betsy
stammered as she bent down and peered into the car. "You'd better
leave me alone or I'll... call the police!"
The man in the car just grinned at her and opened a leather
case that he took out of his pocket. The slim little brunette saw
the badge gleaming in the shining rays of the sun and almost cried
out loud. I knew it!! I knew that I would get in trouble!!
"Get in, kid," the policeman said quietly. "I just want to
talk to you, don't get yourself in an uproar!"
He even sounded like her father and, despite the fear and
nervous twitches that she felt racing over her body, Betsy was
aware of the slow itch of excitement that was creeping along her
blood stream.
The man in the car motioned for Betsy to get in and after a
few moments hesitation she got in. He knew her name. She couldn't
run away from him. The man turned his head, checked the oncoming
traffic then, without a word to her, he pulled his car into the
slow lane and drove away from the bus stop corner.
She waited, not trusting herself to say the right thing. But
as the time passed, Betsy found it harder and harder. "Am I... Am
I under arrest?"
The man laughed. He didn't chuckle or giggle, he threw his
big head back and roared at her.
"Awwww, honey. Do I look like a dude who would arrest a sweet
little pumpkin like you?"
She didn't know why, but the fear ebbed away and a shy,
questioning smile eased the serious planes of Betsy's pretty face.
Without warning the man pulled the car back to the curb. They
were parked in a quiet, warehouse area. There were no pedestrians,
no one to see them talking.
"No, you're not under arrest, Betsy," the man said gently. "I
just think that you're a confused little girl who's caught up in
something that she can't handle."
The fear came back and Betsy stiffened. He was right, of
course, but she couldn't admit it. She didn't trust him, no matter
how nice he seemed.
Almost as if he could read her thoughts, the policeman reached
into his suit coat pocket and handed her a small, printed card.
"My name is Jim Richards, Betsy. Take my card. I know that you
don't want to talk to me now, but I think that you will soon."
Betsy stared in fascination at the crisp, white card. It read
Detective James Richards and it included a phone number and the
police department crest.
Jim Richards smiled at her and laid a gentle hand on Betsy's
arm. "You're in over your head, kid. I don't want any trouble for
you, but that bastard Simpson and that kid that pimps for him,
Rick? Those are the ones that I want!!"
Betsy looked up from the card and saw the truth in the
gray-haired policeman's eyes.
"They're scum, honey. They'll use you and turn you out until
there's nothing left of you to sell and then they'll drop you like
a piece of shit!"
Betsy wanted to cry. She knew that he was telling the truth,
but just the same her tongue refused to move. She couldn't tell
him what was happening to her.
"I know, I know that you don't want to talk to me now, Betsy,"
Jim Richards said calmly. "But I think that you will soon. Call
me! Tell me what they're doing to you and I'll help. You have to
believe me. I'll help!!"
Betsy stood on the corner, watching the police detective's
car slip away and into the flow of traffic. For a moment the
frightened little teen considered tearing up the card that she
clutched and turning her back on Jim Richard's offer of help. But
then a sudden calm came over her and she opened her purse and
carefully tucked the card away.
The moment that she walked through the back door of the
Majestic, Betsy could feel it. The little teen shivered when she
sensed the cold, tense vibrations in the air. Those vibrations
were mean and hurtful and spoke of an awful thing that was about to
happen!
She saw Grace. The blonde was bending over the candy counter,
her hands busily filling the case with fresh candy bars and boxes
of goodies. The slim little girl stared at the older woman and in
her heart she knew that Grace didn't care. No matter what she said
or how she acted when they were alone. Betsy could sense a
distance between them, a void that could never be bridged.
Before the worried little teen could speak and ask Grace what
was happening, Betsy heard Newton Simpson's deep voice calling to
her from the head of the stairs.
"You're late, Betsy. Come up here, will you?" She didn't want to
go with him, but, looking up, Betsy saw a hard, demanding look on
the handsome theater manager's face. "Hurry, I have something that
I want to show you before we open."
He didn't even wait to see if she would obey. Newton Simpson
turned on his heel and strode away.
Betsy darted a quick look at Grace, hoping for some sign of
support, but instead the blonde flushed and quickly looked away.
"Shut the door, honey," Newton said in a deceptively soft
voice.
The man was smiling at her, but the smile stopped before it
reached his eyes. They were cold as they stared at her.
Betsy did as she was told then turned back to Newton. She
wanted to stay by the door, but he held out a hand for her and the
slim little teen had no choice but to go to him.
"I haven't seen you for the last few days, honey," Newton
purred. "I've been thinking about you."
She was drawn up on the man's lap. As she settled back
against his chest Betsy could feel the dark haired man's big prick
stir and stiffen against her bottom.
"Mr. Baker and I had a little talk about you today," Newton
said. His warm hand boldly slid up under Betsy's skirt. "We've
decided that you should be able to do a little more work." Betsy
gasped softly as the man's stiff finger pressed in against the
folds of her lightly haired sex. "It's work that can make you a
lot of
money. More than you're making now."
Newton bent his head and licked at the side of Betsy's neck
while he jerked her panty crotch aside and forced his fingertip
into her moistening little slit. "A lot of men who come to the
Film Club like you and they'd be willing to pay good money if you
would go off with them for a little while and... be nice!"
She knew what he meant! Betsy had known that it would come to
this since she saw Kathy take that man back behind the screen. The
slim little girl moaned and shook her head. The finger inside of
her was moving and twisting, making it hard for her to think.
"Noooooo, I don't want to do that... I oggggghhhh!!!" Newton
had pinched her stiff little clit and the mixture of pain and
pleasure that welled up in her made her insides melt. "I ...that's
wrong. I don't want to do that," the pretty teen whimpered again,
but the tone of her soft voice was weaker, less certain.
"I didn't think that you would, at first," Mr. Simpson sighed
in Betsy's ear.
He was moving under her and the trembling little teen could
feel his big dong pressing in between the cheeks of her panty clad
ass.
"That's why Grace and I took out a little insurance policy
last night."
There was an envelope on the desk. Newton used his free hand
to tip it and spill its contents. The theater manager's voice
sounded harder and determined. His finger dug painfully deep into
the soft, slick tissues of Betsy's puffy little cunt. "Look at the
pictures, Betsy! Take a long look at all of them and then tell me
how you'd like your mother to see them or have some of them passed
around to the kids that go to your school?"
Newton roughly pushed her forward, his finger still buried
in the shocked little brunette's lightly haired pussy.
Betsy moaned and trembled as her bulging eyes moved from one
glossy photograph to the next. In an instant she realized that
they must have been taken from an open bedroom window, the window
in the corner of Grace's room!!
"Awwwggghhhh...they're awfulllllllll," the lovely little teen
moaned. She saw herself writhing and screaming. Saw herself, the
white shaft of the vibrator sticking out of her vagina while she
lifted her slim body to the fat, plastic prick that jutted
obscenely from the harness around the older woman's hips.
"Noooooooo, don't show them," the pretty little girl pleaded
softly. "Don't let anyone see them!!"
Newton laughed. He picked up a picture and pressed it in
front of the shamed little teen's face. Betsy found herself
staring at the image of herself one hand pressed between Grace's
splayed thighs while she held the dripping dildo in the other. The
thick, flanged head of the plastic obscenity was in her mouth!!
"Looks like you've learned to like sucking cocks, honey." The man
gave Betsy's tight little love sheath a shake. "You'll do what I
tell you. You'll be a good little whore and fuck when I tell you
to, won't you?" He didn't give her a chance to agree. "Because if
you don't you're going to be known as the dirtiest little teen in
town!!"
"Ooooooo, you're hurting me," Betsy squealed. She tried to
lift herself off the punishing finger. "I'll be good. I'll do
anything that you tell me to do, honest!"
She could hear a triumphant sound in Newton Simpson's voice
and the shaken, crying little girl was shocked when she realized
how much she hated him!
"I know you'll be a good teen. I'll make you be a nice,
obedient little whore and wreck you in the process!!"
Mr. Simpson's finger was still buried deep inside of her and
as it moved and twisted, Betsy gasped. She hated him, she did! But
each time that the man teased the slim little girl's rigid clitoris
her need for release grew stronger!
"Get on your knees, you little slut," Mr. Simpson grated in
her ear. Betsy shivered and moaned in faint protest when he jerked
his finger out of her slippery little love sheath, but she didn't
fight when he rudely pushed her off his lap and onto the floor in
front of his chair.
Betsy trembled and pressed her slender thighs together in a
vain effort to still the vibrating excitement of her clitoris and
to stop the flow of love lube as it squirted out of her and ran
down the insides of her leg.
Mr. Simpson smiled at her as he casually unbuckled his slacks
and jerked his swollen cock into view. Betsy sighed as she stared
at the swollen, purple-hued head of the prick. No words were
spoken. The excited little teen knew what the man wanted.
Betsy could hear the dry, whispering sounds her knees made on
the stiff carpet as she inched closer to Newton's legs. A violent,
clenching spasm hit the little girl's belly as she pressed her face
between the seated man's thighs and extended the tip of her pink
tongue.
Slowly, gently, Betsy licked all of the fat, jerking dong
before her. She heard Mr. Simpson's sighs of pleasure and instead
of disgusting her, they excited her all the more!
Newton had dropped his hand away from his prick and it jerked
and wobbled under Betsy's tongue. The little teen pressed the
burning tips of her small breasts against the groaning man's knees
and opened her mouth. The slick, velvet-smooth flesh of the cock
head felt nice as it slid over the flat blade of her tongue. Betsy
pursed her lips around the shoulders of the shaft and sucked. At
the same time, she worked her tongue in wide circles against the
hard vein on the underside.
"Ummmmmggghhh, that's right, little slut," Mr. Simpson groaned
approvingly. "Suck it good! Suck it and lick it and make it wet
and slick so that I can shove it in you!"
Betsy groaned. The filthy words were raining down on her and
no matter what she thought, they excited her. Almost against her
will, the slim little girl pressed closer, letting Newton's bony
shin wedge in between her parting thighs. Ooooooo! She could feel
the bone rub against her puffy, wet little cunt and shamelessly
wiggled against it, driving her desire to a new, terrifying pitch!
Mr. Simpson sighed. His fingers twined in her thick, dark
hair and forced the excited little teen's head up and down in his
lap. Wet, rasping sounds escaped Betsy's mouth as she sucked and
pulled on the big man's cock.
At last the man made a groaning, gasping sound and tore
Betsy's saliva filled mouth away from his prick. The little girl
gasped for air while she stared in lewd fascination at a long
string of saliva and love juice dripped from the end of the purple
cock head that she'd been nursing on.
"Get up here! On the desk you little cunt!!"
He was rough with her, but Betsy didn't mind. The slender
little teen felt like putty in his hands.
With one sweep of his hand, Mr. Simpson cleared a space on his
desk top. The filthy photographs spun and slithered away and Betsy
groaned as she was forced face down on the smooth surface of his
desk.
There was a dull, ripping sound and Betsy knew that her
panties had been torn away. The little girl moaned. She lay
pinned against the desk, her feet dangling a few inches from the
floor, her bottom naked and upturned before her tormentor.
"I saw you," Newton chanted as he moved in behind Betsy. "I
saw you jump and squirm when that whore shoved that plastic cock in
your ass!" Her skirt had been tossed high over her waist and the
defenseless teen whimpered when Mr. Simpson's naked cock rubbed
between the firm cheeks of her trim little bottom. "I'm going to
try that soon! Think about it, slut! I'm going to fuck that tight
looking little ass of yours until you pop!"
Roughly the man lifted her. Betsy hung suspended in his grip
and whined with excitement when she felt the saliva-coated head of
his cock find the plump separation of her baby sex and push the
lips apart.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Newton's voice sounded rough
and labored. "I taught you to like cock, honey! I popped your
little cherry, remember? I'm the one who taught you to love this!!"
The head of the cock found the tight throat of her vagina and
then rammed in. Betsy gasped and shook. The air was forced out of
the half naked teen's lungs when the cock slammed into her in one
punishing stroke. "Annnnnggghhh... Ooooooo, Mr. Simpson!!"
"You're all alike," the groaning man whispered as he began to
make his thick slab of a prick move and jerk in the fight grip of
Betsy's cunt. "That's why I love this job! I like it when I can
take a little pussy like you and turn you into my whore! That's all
you're good for, cunt!"
"Ooooohhhh...huuuuuhhh!!!" The words stung her, but the feel
of the big cock slipping and popping inside of her more than healed
the hurt. Betsy gasped. She wiggled and humped her slender little
body on the end of Mr. Simpson's prick.
"Yesssss, I know that's all I'm good for," the little girl
whispered heatedly. "I'm a whore. You'll turn me into one! You'll
make sure that a lot of dirty men get to put their fat things in me
and I know it!!"
She meant what she said, every nasty word of it! Betsy was
beginning to hate herself but she couldn't control the violent
spasms that shook her. She couldn't deny the hot, slick demand for
release that had come to life inside of her!!
"Oooooogggghhh...I'm cummmming" Newton Simpson gasped and
moaned. "I'm shooting my cum in your belly!!"
She hated him, but just the same Betsy moaned with pleasure
when she felt the hot flood of wetness inside of her. The man's
prick was oiled and coated with it, making it glide easier in her
belly and over the rigid tip of her swollen clit.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee," Betsy squealed happily as her own sweet climax
exploded inside of her. "Harder, shove it in all the way,
harder!!! AAAAnnnggg... Ooooooooo!!!" Oooooooo!!!!" Delicate waves
of pleasure washed and lapped through her. The lovely little teen
shook and wiggled. The cheeks of her plump ass kissed and com-
pressed around the shaft of Mr. Simpson's prick. Her lightly
haired
pelvic arch scrubbed and squeaked against the polished surface of
his desk.
I'll get you, a little voice whispered over the groans and
moans of pleasure. I'll fix you. You won't turn me into your
personal whore!!!!
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