Unknown - The willing Usherette

"It's going to feel good, honey, just relax and let it happen," Harold whispered to her.

Betsy was about to answer him when he reached forward and covered the flattened buds of her small breasts with his warm palms.

"Shhhhhh, just relax, kid. Lay back and let me fuck you. You'll love it in a few minutes!"

A dull, slow moving sensation was building up inside of her. Betsy's legs were hurting and she was forced to drop them. She let them slide down around the naked man's rib cage and hug his waist. The movement dropped her pelvis and the lovely little girl gasped in amazement when she realized that the funny sensation was pleasure!!

"Ohhhh…! Huuuuuuh!!" The sounds were gushing out of her as the gray-haired man's cock advanced. It was getting thicker with each fraction of an inch and Betsy stared down at the long, throbbing hardon with awe. She couldn't stop herself. The muscles of her ass clenched again and made her stinging, bruised little cunt jiggle around the stiff post that was slowly gliding into her. Mr. Baker grinned when he heard her moans of pain turn into sighs of pleasure. He increased the pressure, driving himself into her to the balls!!

Her vision was blurred and dancing when Betsy looked up at him again. This time the gray-haired man who towered over her and was intent on working his painfully big dong in and out of her looked more like Daddy than ever!

"Oooooooooo, Daddy," the shaken little girl moaned as she wiggled and rolled her narrow hips. "It feels better now. Do it… I like it now!"

Mr. Baker looked surprised, then pleased. His eyes grew brighter and he smiled, showing his white even teeth.

"Oh yes? Would you like it with Daddy? Do you want Daddy to fuck you and make you cum and cum?" He sounded just like her daddy and that, combined with the lovely feel of his big, slippery prick beginning to move in and out of her broke the string for Betsy!!

"Oooooooohhhh, yesssss, Daddy. I want that! I didn't know it before, but I want that so much!" The naked child shuddered and wiggled her smooth hairless body jerked and humped on the slick desk top. They both watched breathlessly as almost half of the swollen cock was withdrawn and they both groaned with pleasure as it jammed home again!

Betsy's neck muscles were taut and stood under her flesh like straining bridge supports. Her flesh was crawling with excitement. The child's hands gripped the gray-haired man's shoulders and pulled as she fought to bring the stuffed oval of her bubbling little cunt closer to him. Harold Baker grunted and shook as he began to make long, smooth strokes into the pink and red mouth of the child's hairless pussy.

Betsy heard a muffled, shuddering groan of pleasure from across the room and she raised her head to see what was happening. Kathy was on her hands and knees in the center of the room.

Newton knelt behind Kathy and he was the one making the moaning sounds as he sent thrust after flesh shaking thrust into the seventeen-year-old's body. It only took a second for Betsy to realize that the theater manager's big prick was buried in the girl's anus! Betsy gasped and shook. She was afraid of that too, but even so she couldn't drag her eyes away from the lewd sight.

Looking over his shoulder, Mr. Baker saw what Betsy was looking at and a new, hard sound crept into his voice. "Would you like that? Do you want Daddy to stick his big cock up your ass too?"

Betsy gasped and moaned. The muscles in her love sheath tightened painfully and she wiggled frantically on the end of her daddy's big prick. "Noooooo," she whimpered pitifully. "Nooooo, don't do that to me, Daddy. Don't I… couldn't… ooooooohhhhhhhh!!!"

Mr. Baker snorted and then groaned as the child's deliciously tight pussy clamped down on him. He bucked and thrust and each time that his big prick sank home it would drive the whimpering little girl back an inch.

"Agggghhhh, shake your ass, honey! Shake it, Daddy's going to cum in you. Daddy's going to fill his baby's cunt with cum… agggghhhh!!!"

The warm gush inside of her stimulated Betsy. The naked child's body arched up off the desk, her heels locked tight behind his back. Betsy was aware of how slick and hard to hold the big prick had become and she clamped down even harder on it, milking Mr. Baker's frothy semen up from his shrinking balls with each pull.

"Ooooo… dadddddddyyy!!! I… Aaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!"

"Don't work her tonight. Let her rest up a day and then start in on her again." Mr. Baker's words still rang and echoed in her ears. Betsy sat slumped on a stool in the dressing room and shook her head as she remembered what she'd heard as she lay sprawled on the desk. "You know what I want, Newt. That little sugar cunt can be worth big dollars to us. I want her broken in and on the string by the end of the month!"

They talked about her as if they owned her. Betsy tried to be angry about that but she was too tired and beaten down to manage. "On the string," she wasn't certain what that meant but she was sure that it wouldn't be a good thing for her!

The pretty little girl looked around the empty dressing room. Kathy had already changed and left. Betsy frowned and felt a sick little tingle between her thighs when she thought about the redheaded usherette. Kathy hadn't said a word to her when they got back to the dressing room. She hadn't even looked at Betsy before she dressed and hurried out. As she slipped into her dress, the little girl found herself thinking about Kathy. And the more she thought the more confused and unsettled Betsy felt.

It's no secret, she takes those men back there for money, Betsy told herself. The little twelve-year-old knew that was wrong and that she should not like the older girl. But whenever she thought about Kathy, Betsy remembered how pretty and nice she looked with Mr. Simpson. How her firm young breasts jiggled and bounced when she knelt before him and let him put his big prick in her… her ass!!!

Suddenly Betsy realized that she was getting excited again. Images of Kathy were mingling with images of Grace Borden until she wasn't sure which was which! Did she want to do that with Kathy too? Betsy imagined slipping to her knees and kissing Kathy's red pubic curls, imagined worming her tongue into Kathy's cunny and tasting her love juice!

No! I have to stop thinking about things like that! I have to stop this. I don't care what I promised Mr. Baker, I have to get out of here! A sudden wave of panic swept over her and the little girl only paused long enough to sweep up her purse before she darted out of the dressing room and down the stairs of the deserted theater!!

When she burst out the back door of the Majestic, the brilliant sunlight blinded Betsy for a moment. The pretty girl stood in the alley and tried to shade her dazzled eyes with her hand. She was so preoccupied that she didn't see the big, balding man step out of a car where he'd been sitting and move up behind her!

There was no warning. Betsy felt a strong hand on her arm and before she could utter a sound at thick, emotional voice spoke in her ear!

"Shut up you little whore! Don't you make a sound or I'll break your arm!" He shook her and Betsy desperately nodded her head. She was too terrified to resist in any way.

"Get in the car," the man beside her ordered. When Betsy didn't move fast enough, he used his free hand to swat her hard across the bottom! The frightened little girl's fingers fumbled with the handle, but before he could spank her again she had it open and could scramble inside.

She was terrified. The trembling twelve-year-old didn't dare try to slip away when the big man shut her door and walked around to the driver's side to get in. All she could do was huddle helplessly on the seat and peek at the grim-faced man out of the corner of her eye.