Unknown: The willing Usherette

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 girl 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 hairless 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 child 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 girl 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 hairless 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 girl 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 girl'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 girl 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 girl. 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 girl 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 girl 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 girl'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 girl 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.