1. Majestic III


    Date: 1/25/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy Extreme, Hardcore Young Author: Me4Lgs, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter Three As the bus came closer and closer to her stop, Betsy could feel her nerves crawling under her skin. The pretty little brunette stared out of the window and shook her head when she thought about the things that had happened to her during the day. "It wasn't bad enough for me to do that with Mr. Simpson," Betsy told herself. "We need the money and I guess there was some excuse, but when Rick..." Betsy shivered happily when she thought about the head usher. He was so strong and so exciting! Betsy's pointed tongue worked back and forth behind her teeth. She'd rinsed her mouth out when Rick let her go, but even with that she was sure that she could taste the yeasty tang of the boy's thick cum. "Whore! He called me that and that's what I am!" Betsy shook herself and pressed her lips together in a tight, hard line. "I'm not supposed to do things like that, much less like it! What would happen if Mom found out what I'm doing?" She felt ashamed and dirty thinking about her mother. Julia was such a good woman, so hard working and clean, Betsy was shamed when she thought about what she'd been doing. The little girl shifted uneasily, feeling a moist trickle of love juice leaking out of her plump pussy. That, and the ripples of dirty excitement that she felt, worried her. Could she tell? When Betsy got home, would her mother be able to look at her and know what she'd been doing? She was so wrapped up in her morbid thoughts that she almost missed her stop. Hurriedly, the ...
    ... little twelve-year-old jerked the bell cord and stepped off the bus. The pussy juice was still leaking out of her and made the hairless folds of her puffy little cunt rub and slip as they brushed together. It was almost midnight and Betsy was worried. She hadn't been able to call her mother and tell her how late she would be and she was worried that her mother would be angry and upset. The pretty little brunette had a whole mouthful of excuses ready when she stepped through the door, but the second that she saw the glowing smile on her mother's pretty face and the man sitting on the couch, she realized that she wouldn't need them. "Are you all right, darling? I was so worried, but I hoped that you were working. Did you get the job?" Betsy heard the words, but realized with a pang that her mother wasn't really worried. The man leaning back on the couch, looking at her, had kept her busy. "Yes, Betsy bubbled happily. "I got the job and I can make a lot of money. Mr. Simpson, he's the manager, says..." Her happy words were stilled as her mother shook her head in mock anger. "Ohhhh, no, it's late! You slip off to bed right now, young lady! You can tell me all about your lovely job in the morning!!" Julia caught her by the arm and only paused long enough to perform a quick introduction before she steered the surprised little brunette out of the room. "Dave, this little waif is my daughter, Betsy. Betsy, this is Mr. Henry. He works in my office. Say goodnight and slip off to bed, ...
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