The Usherette CHAPTER SIX 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.

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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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