THE USHERETTE CHAPTER ONE The sign on his desk read "Newton Simpson,
Manager." Betsy Morrison's dark brown eyes left the sign and went back to the
handsome man behind the desk. The dark, slender eighteen-year-old felt a
trembling tension in her tummy. This was the first time she'd ever tried to
apply for a real job, no wonder she was excited. Newton Simpson looked up from
the application that Betsy had just filled out. He was handsome, a little
plump, and too well fed. But his black hair was full and neatly combed and he
wore a loud but expensive sports coat. In short, he looked just like what he
was, a successful manager of a large motion picture theater. "It says here
that you're twentyone, is that right, Betsy?" The young teen tried to smile
and look casual under the man's knowing stare. "Yes . . . twenty-one," Betsy
lied. Mr. Simpson nodded and raised one eyebrow. Betsy could see that he knew
she wasn't telling the truth but the twinkle in his eye told her that he
wasn't going to press the issue. "You understand that your work here would
keep you out late? Does your family know that you wouldn't be getting home
until after midnight?" A flicker of a frown crossed the pretty young teen's
face before she nodded. "There's just my mother and she says that it will be
all right, at least during the summer," Betsy said in a low voice. The pretty
teen thought of her mother. Poor Julia, it was terrible for her, widowed only
a few months and finding that the money from daddy's insurance didn't stretch
as far as she thought that it would. They needed the money and her mother
would just have to get used to the idea of her getting home at midnight. "All
right," Newton Simpson murmured as he pretended to study her application, but
Betsy knew that he was really looking up her long, hairless legs and under her
short skirt. The pretty brunette felt a warning ripple run along her spine
when she realized what the man was doing and she wished she'd worn the longer
skirt than she had. It was embarrassing and upsetting, but for the past half
year she noticed that men and bigger boys had started to stare at her and
Betsy wasn't certain how she should take it. On one hand, she knew that it was
dirty and wrong, but even so she found it sort of exciting and it made her
feel good to know that they were looking at her budding body. "I'm not all
that sure that you would be willing to work the extra hours that it requires,"
Newton Simpson said, watching Betsy closely. The pretty teen jerked upright in
her chair. She had to get this job, it was important! Before she could speak,
the theater manager went on, his eyes never leaving her as he did: "Of course
there are . . . opportuni- ties for an . . . eager young lady, such as
yourself, to make a good deal of money here at the Majestic, but it does take
work and long hours." "Oh, I'd work hard, Mr. Simpson, it's really important
that I get the job. My mother and I need the extra money!" There was another
reason that Betsy was desperate to be hired. She had been talking to some
friends and had bragged that she already had the job. What could the teen say
if she didn't? Seemingly satisfied, Newton Simpson smiled at Betsy and leaned
back in his chair. "Come here, honey," the man said in a quiet voice. "I want
to take a look at you." Betsy was forced to spread her thighs as she uncrossed
her long, coltish legs and it made the pretty young teen blush when she
realized that he could see all the way to her panties when she did. "We wear a
rather . . . revealing costume here," Mr. Simpson purred to her. Betsy felt
herself flush again as she nodded. She'd seen that uniform every time that she
came to a movie. "Please go into the other room and see if we have a uniform
that fits you." The manager pointed to a door behind his desk. Pleased that he
was still interested in her for the job, Betsy scurried to the door and up to
a rack of freshly cleaned usherette costumes. Without a moment's thought or
hesitation, the slender teen unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. The
pretty brunette stared at the uniform tops and shook her head as she looked
down at her own, cupcake-sized breasts. She had more than any of the other
eighteen-year-olds that she knew, but she would have to do something to fill
any of these uniforms out. Still concerned about her lack of the large, creamy
breasts that she wished she had, the young teen unsnapped her skimpy skirt and
let it drop to her feet. All that Betsy wore was a filmy pair of blue panties
and she shivered as the cooler air of the room bathed her slim figure from
head to toe. The teen was so intent on finding a uniform small enough for her
that she didn't stop to think where that draft came from. She didn't notice
the door behind her quietly swing open to allow Mr. Simpson to step in and sit
in the large chair in the center of the room. At last, Betsy found one uniform
that looked small enough and, taking it from the rack, she turned, planning to
try it on. "Ohhh! I . . . I didn't know that you would be here, Mr. Simpson!"
She was so embarrassed! The slim young teen clutched the plastic shrouded
uniform in her hands and tried to hide her naked body from the man's
glistening eyes. "I . . . I'm not . . . dressed yet!" Mr. Simpson nodded, only
the faintest hint of a smile flickered at the corners of his lips. He made no
move to leave. All he did was sit there and stare at Betsy until the trembling
teen was sure that he could see through the small uniform that she was holding
in front of her. "Betsy," Mr. Simpson said as he crooked his finger and
motioned for her to come to him. The surprised teen began to inch toward him,
but she was still terribly uncertain. "Come here, honey," the man said. This
time, his voice was stronger, more commanding. "Let's get something straight
between us. I know that you're not old enough for this job and I know that you
want it pretty bad." Betsy nodded, her wide dark eyes never left Mr. Simpson's
face as she obeyed him and came a few feet closer. "Am I right? You aren't old
enough, are you really?" For a second, Betsy was tempted to bluff her way, but
then her courage failed and she hung her head and shrugged helplessly. "Do you
really need this job? I mean do you need this job bad enough to .. . . be nice
to me and do what you're told?" The poor young teen was stunned! Betsy looked
at the theater owner with bulging eyes. He hadn't said it in so many words,
but the teen knew what he was asking! Simpson smiled and nodded. "That's
right, I'm asking if you want this badly enough to have a some fun with me
from time to time." The handsome man shifted in his chair and instantly Betsy
knew why. The shocked teen could see the front of his pants pushing out as his
penis grew erect and hard!! Betsy flushed and made a small sound deep in her
throat as she stared at Mr. Simpson. She knew what a hard prick looked like.
She had a friend, Dickie Webber, and they had been playing . . . games in her
garage for over a year. They had not done much, and nothing that they'd done
in their fumbling, groping, and touching made her ready to handle the
situation she was faced with now! "I . . . we need the money," the young teen
whispered as she stared at the man. Besides that, Betsy could imagine the
scornful looks on her friends' faces when she had to confess that she didn't
have the job and the picture made her feel just awful! "But I . . ..I don't
know if . . . I've never done anything like that before . .. . I'm afraid."
Betsy saw the excitement rising in Mr. Simpson's face and she was surprised to
feel a strong, pounding sensation in her own untried body. "No, I didn't think
you had," Newton Simpson breathed as he stared greedily at the lovely, slender
teen before him. "If you do go to work for me this summer you could work at
night and on two mornings a week we have meetings of the Film Classics Club.
If you worked those mornings that would mean even more money for you and then,
if you work out all right, there are . . . other ways for you to make money. A
lot of it." The handsome man's face was even and calm as he asked again, "Do
you want the job, young lady? I think that your mother would like all that
extra money. I'm sure she would." Betsy began to tremble. She was so upset
that she didn't know what to say. Mr. Simpson solved the problem for the
startled teen, he leaned forward and calmly took the uniform out of Betsy's
nerveless fingers and then motioned for her to come to him. The shocked young
teen stood before the man dressed only in a tight, nearly transparent pair of
panties. Betsy shuddered. She was so aware of his stare that she could feel
his eyes creeping up her slender thighs and over the plump, hairless folds of
her virgin sex. Betsy wasn't certain how it happened. She felt herself moving
and looked down in amazement as her bare thighs carried her forward far enough
for Mr. Simpson to take her hand and pull. The trembling young teen was so
close that their knees touched and she had a clear view of the straining bulge
in his slacks. "Don't be afraid," the handsome man said in a soft voice. "You
and I can have a lot of fun together. I can show you things that you never
knew about before." His fingers tightened around her wrist as he stared at her
near naked body. Betsy was shiver- ing. It was caused by the excitement and
the delicious feeling of fear and anticipation that raced along her nerves.
The man had positioned her far back on his lap. The nervous young teen's back
was pressed against his chest and, what was shocking, she could feel his
stiffening, bulging sexual member pressing up against the thin seat of her
panties! "Mr. Simpson? I . . . I don't think . . ." Betsy didn't have a chance
to finish her meek protest. The handsome man hugged her close and began to
whisper in her ear. Each word that Newton spoke to Betsy calmed and settled
the nervous young teen. "Shhhh, Betsy. There's nothing to be afraid of! I
won't hurt you. All I want to do is make you feel good." The nearly naked teen
shivered, but didn't try to struggle, even when the man's warm hands moved to
her bare shoulders, then down. He used a slow, circular movement and with each
circle that his hands made over her flesh they dropped lower. "Haven't you
ever let some nice boy do this for you?" the man asked. His voice was deep and
husky. "You're such a pretty young thing. Hasn't someone ever put their hands
here and squeezed you?" Betsy gasped and stiffened. Mr. Simpson's warm, soft
palms were completely covering the firm little melons of her budding breasts
and their pressure felt SO nice! "Tell me, honey," the man persisted. "Haven't
you taken your clothes off for some other man or some kid and let them have
you?" Betsy wiggled uncomfortably, she didn't want to tell the man about
Dickie. Besides, he didn't really count. "No, I never did this before." It
wasn't really a lie. She'd never sat on a man's lap while he kissed her
slender neck and gently squeezed and played with her firm breasts like this
before! "I'm glad that I'm the first," Newton sighed. As the man spoke, one of
his warm hands dropped away from Betsy's hard little breast and began to creep
down over her flat belly. The man used one hand, moving from one sharp nipple
to the other.

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 Each time that he pinched and gently pulled at one, Betsy would
sigh and wiggle a little against his bone hard erection. "I can show you some
ways to make you feel good, honey. I can show you some tricks that you won't
believe!" He sounded excited, too. Betsy made a soft moaning sound when his
fingers reached the elastic waistband of her panties and dipped underneath.
"Do you play with yourself, sometimes? Do you put your fingers in your tight
little pussy, baby?" Betsy felt herself blushing furiously. She wiggled
uncomfort- ably as she nodded. "Yes," the pretty little brunette whispered.
"Last year a teen in my collage prep-english class showed me how to do it. My
mother says that it's not a nice thing to do . . . but I still do it,
sometimes." Mr. Simpson chuckled, his fingers were slowly working down over
the silky flesh of her belly. The slender eighteen-year-old knew where they
were headed and the thought made the plump lips of her lightly haired little
slot feel all puffy and hot. "All mothers tell their children that playing
with themselves is wrong, but it isn't. All playing with yourself does is make
you feel good, right?" Betsy would have answered him, but at that very instant
his forefinger found the smooth swell of her virgin pussy and forced its way
between the lips. "Ummmmm, you're getting wet," Newton murmured, pinching one
of Betsy's pebble-hard nipples. "You like this, don't you?" The trembling
young teen didn't know what to say. Betsy knew that what she was letting the
man do wasn't nice, but she and her mother did need the money, and it did feel
good! "Yes, it's nice," Betsy whispered and she was rewarded when the man's
finger began to twirl and press against the tight mouth of her tight little
cunt, sending hot, blazing jolts of pleasure radiating out through her
suddenly overheated body! Betsy gasped and wiggled. She felt Mr. Simpson's
hard-on rubbing against her and boldly pressed her firm high-riding buttocks
against it, making the handsome man groan with pleasure. "Have you ever seen a
man's cock? Have you ever been close to one when it's hard and held it in your
hands?" Mr. Simpson's breath tickled her ear and sent chills of pleasure
racing up and down Betsy's spine. "I want you to hold my prick, Betsy! Will
you do that for me?" Before she could even think of what to say, the shocked
young teen heard her voice rising. "Yes! I mean . . . I guess . . . If you
promise not to hurt me." "Oh, no! I don't want to hurt you, honey," the eager
manager whispered as he lifted the surprised eighteen-year-old off his lap and
stood her on her unsteady feet. "You're going to like this! Now let's get
these off first." Betsy's hands shook as she helped the man pull her tight
panties off and slip them down over her slender thighs. Looking down, the
young teen was surprised and a bit embarrassed when she saw the wet spot on
her crotch piece and realized that her tight little cunt was sending down a
warm coating of lubricant. Mr. Simpson had left his jacket in his office. The
man leaned back in his chair and smiled boldly at the shocked
eighteen-year-old as he calmly unbuckled his belt and unzipped the front of
his slacks. Without hesitation, the lovely young teen pressed closer and
watched as the theater manager popped the snaps on his shorts and pulled his
stiff, hard penis into view! A small sighing sound oozed out of her throat as
Betsy stared intently at Mr. Simpson's big dong straining in his fist. "Oh,
my! I thought that Dickie's hard penis was big," the excited young teen
thought, "but Mr. Simpson's is three times as large!!" A tingling, itching
sensation flickered to life deep in the untouched depths of Betsy's virgin
love sheath. She knew how babies were made and what men and women did together
in bed. The idea that the man would want to put that big, swollen-looking
penis inside of her frightened Betsy, but it was an exciting, bubbly kind of
fright and she didn't back off. "I know it's wrong," the teen told herself,
"but we need the money and I want the job!" She was hiding part of the truth
from herself. Betsy knew it, but she was having such an exciting time that she
didn't want to think about any of that now! Mr. Simpson had pushed his shorts
and slacks down past his knees and he sat half naked in his chair, smiling at
her while he pumped his hand up and down his big, scary pole. Betsy trembled
as her dark eyes moved from the round, hair orbs of the man's heavy balls, up
the white shaft to the red, almost purple knob of his glans. "Don't be afraid
of it," Mr. Simpson coaxed. "Just touch it, that's all you have to do. Touch
it. Take it in your hand!" The young teen could hear the sound of the handsome
man's quick breathing and knew that he was excited. Somehow, knowing that gave
her the nerve that she needed to reach out and brush the tips of her fingers
against his vein-wreathed shaft. Slipping an arm around the naked
eighteen-year-old's waist, the excited man lifted Betsy easily and put him
back on his lap. Betsy felt funny and kind of embarrassed when she felt the
naked cheeks of her bottom rubbing against Mr. Simpson's hairy legs. The man
was guiding her hand to his hard pole and she leaned back in the crook of his
other arm as he taught her how to curl her slim fingers around him and squeeze
hard on his thick penis!! "Ooohhh, that feels good," Newton Simpson whispered
in Betsy's ear. Betsy sat on one of Mr. Simpson's thighs. He had spread his
legs a little and pulled her back so that it was easy for the interested teen
to work her fist up and down him. Her hooked thumb brushed against his naked
thigh while he taught her how to masturbate him. "Just like that, up and down,
honey. Squeeze it a little tighter, umm hummmm, perfect!" The handsome man
groaned as Betsy increased the pace and made her fist pop up and down in his
lap. "There now, that isn't so bad, is it? You like to play with my cock,
don't you?" While he spoke, Newton's hand slipped back between Betsy's warm
thighs and gently pressed them apart. A warm, delicious feeling caused Betsy
to tear her eyes away from the man's big cock. The naked young teen watched as
a thick, hairy forefinger parted the bald lips of her vulva and dipped into
the clear, glistening moisture that was seeping out of her. Betsy could see
the small, firm nubbin of her baby clitoris and shuddered with excitement and
pleasure as the fingertip pressed hard against it. Dickie had touched her
there and it had been good, but never this good! Betsy's firm little ass
wiggled and she pumped even harder at Mr. Simpson's big cock as he aroused
her! It only took a minute or perhaps two for the excited man's probing finger
to strike a flame in the pretty teen's belly. The flame burned away any last
shreds of doubt and resistance. "Ohhhh! That's nice," Betsy breathed softly.
Mr. Simpson's hand left her hard, swollen little breasts and pressed against
the edge of her chin, turning her pretty face so that he could kiss her! At
first, the naked young teen didn't know what to do when she felt his wet,
slippery tongue pressing between her soft lips. Then, the man's finger began a
rapid twirling movement in her tight young pussy. Betsy gasped and when her
jaw opened, Mr. Simpson's tongue pushed its way into her mouth and began to
flick at the pointed tip of her own pink little probe. The naked
eighteen-year-old shuddered. Mr. Simpson's tongue made her feel all funny and
shaky as it slid in and out of her mouth. Some inborn instinct guided her and
Betsy was glad because it was even nicer when her pink lips tightened around
the tongue and she learned to suck on it!! Mr. Simpson made a groaning sound,
and his cock jerked and swelled even larger in her fist. Betsy felt something
warm and slippery dripping down on her fingers. The teen knew what it was.
Dickie's skinny prick got wet when she played with it, too. Drops of clear
juice would leak out of the slit on top of his cock, but never so much! The
excited young teen moaned and Mr. Simpson's finger fluttered back and forth
over the hard stub of her clit as her thumb lifted and rubbed hard against the
cock's meaty glans. "Damn, but you learn fast," Mr. Simpson groaned happily.
Betsy giggled but didn't miss a stroke as her small hand flew up and down his
jerking pole of flesh. The rapid pumping motion that she was using caused warm
drops of the man's love lubricant to splash on her naked thighs. Betsy liked
the feel of it on her and enjoyed seeing it glitter on her milk white flesh.
Mr. Simpson's finger had found the tight neck of her vagina and it was slowly
forcing its way into her. Betsy groaned as her tight, wet opening was
stretched but she made no effort to pull away because the man's thumb was
lightly strumming against the burning clitoris all the while that his twisting
finger advanced. "God! You are a virgin! I didn't think that there were any
left!!" Betsy felt her cheeks burn as she blushed. The naked teen hid her
embarrassment by forcing her tired young hand and arm to jerk faster and
faster on his slippery prick. "I'll make it nice," Mr. Simpson groaned in her
ear. Betsy sighed and began to roll her slim hips as the fingers that moved in
her lightly haired pussy made her feel better and better! "I'll make you feel
so good that you'll scream for more!" The man's wet tongue worked in and out
of her ear, down the nape of her neck and across her shoulder. Betsy shook.
Her small mouth opened and she moaned with pleasure. The teen's dark eyes
popped open in surprise and before she actually knew what was happening inside
of her slim body, her climax exploded in a starburst of pleasure!!!
"Annnnggghhh!!" The naked teen moaned and shuddered as her hot, lightly haired
slit sucked and pulled around Mr. Simpson's twirling, pressing finger.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!! Ohhh, Mr. Simpson . . . aaaaiiiieeee!!!" Betsy's thighs
stiffened, her belly fluttered, and her head repeatedly banged against Mr.
Simpson's shoulder while the handsome man's knowing finger made her slim,
beautiful body dance and jerk. "Go faster . . . aggghhh!! You're going to make
me cum, little honey," the handsome man theater manager snorted in her ear.
Betsy's arm ached but the jolting flashes of joy that were still exploding
between her splayed thighs gave her fresh energy and the pretty young teen
worked as hard as she could to finish the job that she started.
"Annnnuuuugggghhh!!" His fat cock jumped. Betsy was watching with fevered
interest when the swollen slit in the glans opened and a long, white jet of
hot cum shot in the air and then came splattering down on her naked thighs and
belly. "Oggghhhh . . . haaaggghhh!!" The tired young brunette lay slumped
against Mr. Simpson's shoulder. She was so exhausted that Betsy hardly took
notice as the man used the fingers of both of his hands to spread his cooling
cum all over her smooth, naked young body. "You're going to work out just
fine, Betsy," the man whispered and kissed her cheek. "I'm going to make sure
that you earn a lot of money for your mommy and have a lot of fun doing it."
Small warning bells rang in the teen's mind but she ignored them as she
watched with growing interest while he painted the still sharp tips of her
little nipples with a thick coat of his sticky semen. 

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