Unknown - The willing Usherette

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 child 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 girl'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 girl shook and wiggled. The cheeks of her plump ass kissed and compressed around the shaft of Mr. Simpson's prick. Her hairless 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!!!!

"I'm glad you called, honey, it's the best thing you could have done."

Betsy nodded. She couldn't think of an answer. The police detective sighed and leaned back in the driver's seat.

Betsy eyed Jim Richards out of the corner of her eye and felt a chill of illicit excitement. He did look like Daddy!! The slender little child shivered and crossed her slim thighs. She was tortured by the memory of that other man and how excited she'd been when she realized that he looked like her father.

A hot, ripple of desire wiffed through her and Betsy hugged herself tighter. The beautiful little girl remembered how good it had felt when Mr. Baker had shoved his rigid cock into her. She remembered how exciting it had been to pretend that he was her father. Was it possible that she could do the same thing with the policeman?

"You did the right thing, Betsy," Jim Richards said. "Tomorrow we'll take care of those bastards." The handsome, graying policeman paused and gave the slender little girl a sidelong glance. "But that still doesn't solve your problem at home."

Betsy felt her cheeks burn as she blushed and she ducked her head. She'd told him everything, every dirty thing that had happened to her after she went to the Majestic to look for the job. Betsy hadn't intended to tell him all those things, but he'd been so clever as he asked key questions and now he knew, all of it!

Her head was still down, but the slim little twelve-year-old heard a subtle difference in Jim's deep voice when he spoke to her again.

"It… ahhhhh… doesn't look like you can go home again. I doubt that your mother will be willing to give up on her new boy friend."

Betsy felt a tiny, vibrating flicker of excitement in her belly as she waited for the man who looked like her father to go on.

"They all treated you rough, didn't they?" Jim shook his head and coughed uncomfortably. "I can see… wanting you, but I can't see hurting you."

Betsy looked up. She didn't look at the policeman's eyes at first, her greedy gaze stopped at his waist. He's got a hard-on, Betsy told herself excitedly. He's been thinking about the things that happened and it made him hard!!

When she finally tore her eyes away from Jim Richards' erection and looked into his eyes, Betsy was reminded again of how much he looked like Daddy. For a moment the lovely little girl's mind wandered and she wondered what it would have been like if Daddy had wanted her like that. A small shudder raced through her and Betsy felt herself grow wet and hot again! Maybe he had. What would she have done if Daddy had touched her and whispered dirty things in her ear.

Betsy was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't feel the seat shift or see the detective moving towards her. A smooth hand dropped on her bare thigh, snapping her back to reality and burning away her erotic day dream like a puff of smoke.

"You said that you liked some of the things that happened, Betsy," Jim said quietly. "Did you mean that? Was some of it as good as you said?"

Betsy could hear the tension and excitement in the policeman's voice and smiled. Suddenly the little girl understood that she was in control and that gave her confidence.

"Uh huh… a lot of it was nice… I liked it." Betsy lowered her eyes so that she could watch as Jim Richards' hand began to crawl up her thigh.

"It's crazy," the graying man whispered in a husky voice. "But when you talk like that I can't see anything wrong with it."

Betsy sighed and parted her thighs slightly but the hand didn't go any higher.

"I'm a cop honey, I… I shouldn't be…"

Betsy wasn't sure why, but it was very important for her to make him like her. It wasn't just because he was like Daddy. It was something else, more important. The pretty little girl sat very still and waited for a few more seconds then, when she was sure that he wasn't going any further, she decided to take matters into her own hands. "I wouldn't mind if you were… interested in me," Betsy said in a soft voice. "I think I'd sorta like it." She could see the surprise on Jim's handsome face, but before he could react Betsy boldly pulled the hem of her skirt up and opened the way for his hand!

"Mr. Wilson tore my panties," Betsy whispered as she leaned back against the seat and lifted her smooth, hairless thighs. "That's why I'm not wearing anything."

Jim Richards coughed nervously and quickly looked around. They were parked where they'd been earlier in the day. It was dark now and there was no sign of traffic or pedestrians in the warehouse district.