You'll be just like that, Betsy told herself. No matter what you tell yourself now, they'll turn you into something like that if you let them. The theater was empty and Betsy stood peeking into the ladies lounge watching Kathy tiredly lean over the wash basin and try to wipe away the white crusty cum marks from her body.
Every time that she moved, Betsy was shaken by the stinging pain that came from her stretched anal opening. The movies had been over for more than an hour, but it only seemed like moments ago that Rick and that man, a man that she'd never seen, had whipped and worked her into that long series of orgasms in the back row. The little brunette nervously ran a finger from her own lips down over her chin and to her throat. She wanted to make sure that none of the dried cum was still on her too.
Kathy hadn't said a word to her when she finally appeared from behind the screen and staggered up the stairs to the lounge. Consumed by curiosity she'd followed the older girl and watched while Kathy stripped her wrinkled uniform away and used paper towels to scrub at the stains covered her firm, up tilted breasts.
As worried and shocked as she was, Betsy was still aware of the tingle that she felt deep in her belly when she looked at the saucy, still stiff nipples that grew up from the firm globes of the seventeen-year-old's breasts and for a moment she wondered ff Grace had taken her home too?
Did she do that? Did she take her home and put her on her bed so that she could suck and lick at her the way that she did with me? Betsy felt the evil flicker of jealousy burning in her before she realized what she was doing to herself. For the first time the little girl understood what had been happening to her since she came to the Majestic and that realization shook her to the core!
The little girl trembled when she imagined what it would be like if she were caught in the mess that she saw brewing here. Julia would be so shocked and hurt and how would she feel about herself if everyone knew the awful things that she'd been doing since she came to work here?
Of course it wasn't as simple as all that. Betsy still wasn't certain how she felt about her mother now. After seeing and hearing her with Dave Henry her vision of her mother was blurred and unsettled. But the idea of having it known what she had been doing made Betsy's mind up for her. The pretty little girl could see the sneering, knowing looks that her friends would give her and the idea of having to talk to the police about what had happened was too awful to even think about!
I'll quit. We'll just have to do without all the extra money, Betsy told herself as she turned away from the lounge door and headed for Mr. Simpson's office door. They're all crazy, I'm not going to be here when the trouble starts!!
There was no doubt in Betsy's mind about what she was going to do when she knocked on Newton's door, then barged in without waiting for an answer. She was going to quit and she was going to make sure that she didn't let him touch her while she talked to him!
"Mr. Simpson? I have to talk to you about something imp…" Betsy stopped in mid-sentence because the theater manager wasn't alone in his office. Another man sat across from the desk, a handsome older man with distinguished graying hair. He was wearing a beautifully tailored suit.
Betsy began to tremble and tried to back out of the door. But instead of being angry, Mr. Simpson smiled at her and motioned for her to come to his desk. The little girl was too surprised and off balance to refuse. After a moment's hesitation she stepped back into the office and shyly approached the desk. "See? I told you that she was nice. You don't have to worry about me, I know how to pick my staff."
The man on the other side of the desk nodded in answer to Newt's boast and calmly eyed Betsy from head to toe. The slim little girl saw the heat and the interest in the older man's eyes and shivered. She didn't want him to touch her. She wanted to leave and never come back, but there was something about the other man, something that rattled her completely. He looked just like her daddy!!
"Come here, baby," the older man said in a low voice. "I want a better look at you." His voice even sounded like Daddy's! The little girl wanted to cry as she slowly moved towards the graying man's outstretched hand.
"Betsy… this is… uh, Mr. Baker, Harold Baker," Newton mumbled as Betsy took the man's hand. The slim little usherette knew that Baker wasn't really his name, but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was go closer to him and see if he still reminded her of her dead father.
"Mr. Baker is in charge of the Majestic and… other places for the company," Newton said softly. "I was just telling him how… good you are at your job and how… worthwhile you'll be to us soon."
For the first time Betsy understood. She realized that the wasn't talking about the movie house. He was talking about the men who came to the film club and what went on in the bed behind the screen. She wondered where they would put her cot, when she was ready, in the dressing room?
Despite her understanding, the little girl wasn't upset. She stared into Mr. Baker's eyes and felt that warm, gushing feeling in her pussy.
He was just like Daddy and now she realized something, something that had been hidden from her all those years. She wished that Mr. Baker was Daddy, because she knew what he wanted from her and she knew that she wanted him to have it! It would have been so exciting if Daddy had wanted her like that!!
"Do you like working for us, honey? Now that you've been here for a while, do you think that you'd like to stay with us?"
Here was her chance. Betsy knew that all she would have to do was tell him that she wanted to leave and she could do it. But when the pretty little girl stared deep into the handsome, gray haired man's eyes no words came to her.
Mr. Baker smiled at Betsy and gently pulled her closer. His fingers felt warm and gentle on the bare flesh of her wrist and when they started to move up her arm all she could do was tremble with anticipation.
"You are a pretty girl, that's good. A pretty girl can do well with us, she can have fun and make a lot of money at the same time. Do you like that idea, little girl?"
Betsy shuddered and watched as Mr. Baker's hand tightened around her elbow and he used his gnp to gently pull her up on his lap. Newton Simpson coughed and started to get up from his chair, but Mr. Baker used his free hand to motion him back.
"You don't have to leave, does he, honey? Why don't you make us all a drink, then we can call that other girl you have here and we'll have a short party up here."
The ice in her glass slid forward and clunked against her teeth. Betsy had just finished her drink in one big gulp, the way that Mr. Baker told her to. The pretty little usherette coughed and gasped for air when the fire of the whiskey exploded in her rummy.
It was her first experience with drinking and Betsy had just finished her second drink. "Ohhhh, it makes me feel… dizzy," Betsy murmured as she sat her empty glass down and leaned back against Mr. Baker's shoulder.
The pretty little girl could hear the man laugh and feel the vibrations against her spine. He'd taken off his suit coat – and she was even more aware of his body heat as the older man hugged her tight.
Betsy giggled. She could feel Mr. Baker's prick stirring and stiffening under her and she surprised herself with her own boldness when she wiggled her bottom against it. The slender little brunette heard the man behind her grunt and felt his big hand land on her bare thigh and start upward.
The office was dark. Newton had pulled the drapes and he was sitting across the room with Kathy. Betsy strained her eyes and saw that the theater manager clinched with the older girl, their arms were wrapped around each other as they kissed.
Betsy sighed and wiggled her bottom again. Just watching Kathy respond to Newt's touch was making her feel funny and soft inside. She'd forgotten how nice it was to be kissed by a man, to feel his stubble lightly scratch her face and taste the cigarette tobacco on his lips. Grace was nice and excited her, but the little girl realized that she needed more, at least some of the time.
Mr. Baker's hand was under her skirt, but it was moving too slow to suit Betsy and the slender little girl pulled the skirt up and jerked the leg band of her panties aside so that he could touch her.
"Ohhhhhh, you're learning fast," the handsome man who held her whispered. Betsy gasped and stiffened as he pressed a stiffened finger into the moist grip of her baby pussy. "Newton told me that he was the first inside of you, is that right?"
Betsy was embarrassed, but she nodded as she rolled her hips again. The finger burrowed deeper inside of her and it felt so nice that she almost had a tiny climax! "Is he the only one? Has anyone else ever fucked you, honey? Have you let some other stud shove it to you yet?"
"Huuuuuh! Noooooo," Betsy gushed as he wiggled his finger back and forth over her stiff little love bud. "Noooooo, it scared me, I… I didn't want to let anyone do it to me again."
The second that she answered him Betsy felt Mr. Baker's prick jump and butt hard against her bottom. The pretty child moaned with pleased anticipation and reached between her open legs so that she could cup the fat outline of his heavy balls.
"You're not afraid now, I can tell that you're ready again," Mr. Baker's voice was so soft and low that it sounded like he was humming to her. Betsy couldn't answer him, she couldn't make a sound.
"I'm glad that no one else has been in you, baby," the man whispered as he lifted Betsy and put her on her feet. They worked together and in seconds she was naked except for her shoes. "I wish that I had known about you because I would have been the first!"
The naked, little girl shivered as she watched Mr. Baker strip. She darted a nervous glance at Mr. Simpson and Kathy but she needn't have worried. The two on the couch were already half naked and Kathy lay back while Newton was busy sucking and pulling on her stiff nipples.
Betsy swayed on her feet and for the first time realized that she was almost drunk. The pretty little brunette giggled and shook her head, letting her long dark hair dance and swing around her head.
All that Mr. Baker was wearing was his shorts. Before he could pull them down, Betsy moved to him and hooked her own small fingers in the waist band of his straining shorts.
It was funny. Betsy knew that the whole situation was weird but in spite of that, she felt at home and natural. Every time that the little girl looked up into the handsome man's face she was reminded of her father and the idea of standing naked before her daddy, pulling down his shorts excited her. Betsy couldn't bring herself to look at Mr. Baker's hard-on until she'd managed to jerk his tight shorts down to his knees. Then, her knees shaking, Betsy looked and the sight of his thick, hairy column set off a small skyburst rocket in her belly and made the delicate muscles in her tight love sheath strain and clamp down!!
Remembering what she'd seen in the movie, the pretty little girl used both hands to grip the sighing man's throbbing cock. Betsy hesitated for a second, enjoying the feel of the big fleshy spear as it throbbed against her palms, then she began to move her hands up and down.
"Ummmmm, that's good," Mr. Baker sighed as he leaned against the desk and watched the naked child jack him off. "You have a talent for this, you're a natural!" He patted her head and used his fingers to pull Betsy's long hair back from her face. His other hand drifted down from her shoulders and was gently squeezing and stroking the firm buds of her little breasts. Betsy shivered and pressed closer to him. She loved the feel of his hands, especially when she pretended that they were Daddy's.
"Lick it, honey," Mr. Baker sighed. "Get my cock all wet and slippery so that I can slip it in you. Lick it all over." She'd only been waiting for the invitation. Betsy took a deep breath and bent her head.
"Ooooooggghhhh, that's nice," the gray-haired man sighed. "That's good as it can get!" He had turned and was shoving the things on the top of Newt's desk aside. Betsy shivered happily as she worked the dripping blade of her tongue up and down his thick cock. She liked the taste and feel of it and the idea that she was wetting it so that it could crawl into her belly made her love Mr. Baker's cock all the more.
She'd worked her way to the tip and after licking and slobbering around the underside, the naked little girl popped the bloated tip of the older man's big dong into her mouth and began to suck on it. Without taking her ovaled lips away from the penis, Betsy turned her head slightly and peeked behind her. Kathy was on her knees before the couch and she was sucking on Newton Simpson's big prick too. It made the little twelve-year-old feel grown up and important to be able to please men like this and it eased her mind when she realized that Kathy did the same things as she did.
"Ummmmm that's good, honey," Mr. Baker finally sighed as he pushed Betsy's bobbing head away from his big slab of meat. "Now, come up here and show me what he taught you."
Betsy was trembling with fear, but she didn't resist. She allowed the naked man to lift her and sit her on the edge of the desk. Looking down at his throbbing cock, the pretty little girl felt like crying. She was still afraid and the thought of taking that big thing inside of her was suddenly almost more than she could bear!
"You'll hurt me," Betsy whimpered as Mr. Baker moved between her naked thighs. The man ignored her as he pulled her bottom close to the edge of the desk and began to press her backward, forcing the moaning little girl to lay flat on her back. "Please, let me suck it some more! I'm afraid, you'll tear me and hurt me!!"
"Shhhhh, don't worry," Harold Baker sighed and soothed Betsy. The man ran his hands up and down over her naked body, lightly caressing and pinching her velvet smooth flesh. "I won't hurt you. We'll go slow. You'll love it, believe me."
It was terrible. Betsy was still afraid, but each time that he touched her, each time that he let his wandering fingers press and dip into her secret places, that fire in her belly grew stronger. Soon it would be too strong to ignore!
"Watch me, honey," Mr. Baker whispered. "Watch me, lover."
Betsy's wide eyes were brimming with tears as she meekly did as she was told and lifted her head so that she could see. Mr. Baker held his big prick in his hand and was slowly, gently rubbing the purple knob of the glans against the parted lips of her little cunt.
The naked little girl gasped and stiffened on the desk top. The firm pads of her ass clenched together and lifted her moist chink. Again and then again the man rubbed the pulpy head of his prick between the folds could see as well as feel the glans kissing her distended little clitoris and sighed happily as waves of pleasure eddied and shifted in her.
"Spread your legs, honey," the man panted as he pressed forward. "Lift them and spread them for me."
Betsy moaned as she did. The lovely little girl gripped the hollows behind her knees and pulled her slim thighs all the way back to her shoulders. She could still see what Mr. Baker was doing to her and when he lowered the head of his lance and fitted it in the oozing mouth of her vagina the naked little girl whimpered and began to roll her hips in a feeble effort to escape penetration.
"Be still," Harold sighed. "Don't worry, honey, I won't hurt you." He used one hand to guide his bloated, saliva slick cock, and with the other hand he pressed down against her tummy, pinning Betsy to the desk top while he slowly thrust the first two inches of his big thing into her.
"Unnngggghhhh…" Betsy whimpered helplessly when she felt her tight vagina being stretched and opened. Nothing had been inside of her since that first time and this was almost as bad as it was then! "Ooooggghhhh you're hurting me… awwwwwgggghhhh, please, Mr. Baker you are hurting me!!"
Harold Baker snorted and shook his head. His eyes were closed and he didn't hear her. Betsy shivered and strained to pull her slender legs farther apart. It helped. Stretching her thighs seemed to make more room for his big prick that way.
"Ahhhhhh, God but you're tight," the man finally gasped.
Betsy moaned in answer. Looking down she could see more than half of his bloated stalk buried in her belly and the sight of it frightened her and thrilled her all at the same time.
"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!!!"