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Cyn Turns Pro

 

By

Norm DePloom

 

Cyn held the jerking cock in her mouth, swallowing sticky cum until the spurts subsided then, letting the softening dick slide from her lips, she sat up and looked around the theater.  The teenage boy pushed his cock back into his pants then, sliding past the young girl, returned to his seat.  As soon as he was seated, another boy in the group stood up and made his way back to the last row where Cyn waited for him. 

 

"You got the money?" Cyn whispered, after he'd settled into the chair beside her.  The young man dug into his jeans pocket and produced a soggy, wrinkled five-dollar bill.  After taking the money and pushing it into her shorts pocket, Cyn unzipped the boy's pants and lowered her head into his lap.  While she moved her mouth up and down on the teenaged shaft, Cyn thought about the wad of five-dollar bills in her pocket, and the things she could buy with them.  This has got to be the easiest way I've ever found to make money, Cyn thought as another teenaged boy pumped his cum onto her tongue, I've got to thank Debbie for showing me how.  As the last of the six boys who had come to the theater with her, walked back to join his friends, Cyn stood up and straightened her clothes in preparation for leaving the darkened room.

 

"Come with me miss."  Cyn jumped when she heard the man's voice.  As he took her arm to guide her into the lobby, Cyn noticed the boys leaving through the emergency exit, abandoning her to her fate.  The man walked Cyn past the candy counter and into the theater's office/storage room. 

 

"How old are you?" The man asked as he pushed her down into a chair.

 

"Fourteen," Cyn answered, adding two years to her age.

 

"What's your name?"  He asked as he leaned against the front edge of the desk.

 

"Cyn, Cynthia," Cyn replied avoiding his eyes.  

 

"Empty your pockets onto the desk."  The man ordered.  Cyn made no move to obey him.  "I can always just call the police and tell them I have an underage whore working in my theater."  He said reaching for the phone.  Cyn wanted to object to being called a 'whore'.  After all, she wasn't really having sex with the boys, she was just sucking their cocks.  Deciding to keep her mouth shut, Cyn stood up and dug the wad of cash from her pocket.  The man separated the bills with a single finger as he counted them "Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty," he recited out loud, "so you charged each of them five dollars.  Not only are you an underage whore," he said as he selected the three cleanest bills, "you're also a cheap whore."  The man picked up the three bills he selected and began to smooth the wrinkles of them.  "If you want to suck cock in my theater," he continued as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket, "you will give me half of whatever you make." 

 

"Half?" Cyn asked, on the verge of tears. 

 

"And," the man continued, unzipping his pants and pulling his hardening cock into view, "you'll have to suck my cock."  Cyn thought it was terribly unfair, after all she was the one doing all the work.  Acutely aware of the man's threat to call the police, Cyn leaned forward and opened her mouth to suck on the man's dick.

 

"Not so quick," he said holding her face away from his dick with a hand on her forehead, "I like whores to be naked when they suck me off."  Cyn sat back in the chair, her face turning red.  She had never been naked with another person, boy or girl.  She didn't even let the boys touch her, not even on top of her clothes, while she sucked them.  "Come on," the man said more sternly, "strip off those clothes."  It wasn't so much the police Cyn was afraid of, but of what her mother would do if she found out.  Cyn could feel her face burning as she stood up and pulled her T-shirt over her head.  He finger's trembled as she reached back behind her and unhooked the almost cup-less bra she was wearing.  She watched the man's cock continuing to grow as she pushed her shorts and panties down her skinny legs and stepped out of them.   When she stood back up the man placed one of his hand's over each of her small breasts.  Despite her embarrassment and fear his hands felt warm against her skin, and Cyn could feel her nipples hardening against the man's palms.  She could feel herself growing warm and damp between her legs as the man moved his hands and gently squeezed her crinkled nipples between his thumbs and fingers.  His cock was now fully hard, and bumped against her firm, smooth belly as he stood close to her. 

 

"Get down on your knees," the man said, moving his hands up to Cyn's shoulders and gently pushing down on her.  Cyn sank to her knees and grasped the base of the large hard cock in front of her with her right hand.  Opening her mouth wide, Cyn moved her head toward a cock that was substantially larger than the ones on the teenage boys she had come to the theater with. 

 

"You do as I tell you," the man said as Cyn's lips stretched and her mouth engulfed the top half of his hard dick, "and you'll make twice, maybe three times what you make now.  Even after paying half of it to me."  The man moved his hands to each side of Cyn's head and slowly pushed himself deeper into her hot mouth.   With teenage boys Cyn had always felt in control, now she was experiencing the feeling of being totally controlled.  Cyn felt her throat spasm as the head of the cock caused her to gag, and pushed against the man's thighs as he eased off just enough to stop the choking. 

 

"You're going to have to learn to take a full grown cock," he said as he held the sides of Cyn's head and pushed back into her mouth, "you're going to be doing men from now on instead of boys."  Cyn desperately held onto the man's thighs as he kept a firm grasp on the sides of her head and worked his cock back and forth across her gag point, pulling back just enough to keep Cyn from bringing up her popcorn every time her stomach muscles started to tighten.    Exhausted and with her whole body trembling Cyn finally learned to relax her throat and the man slipped his cock completely inside her. 

 

"That's my little whore," the man said with a deep sigh as he pulled out of Cyn then pushed completely back inside her.  Cyn continued to hold onto the man's thighs as she learned the difference between mouth fucking and cock sucking.  A thin line of drool was flowing from each side of Cyn's mouth and a string of saliva hung from one side of her chin down onto her small, cone shaped breasts by the time the man, holding her face snug against his kinky pubic hair, pumped his sperm into her.  Cyn could feel the channel along the bottom of his hard cock pulse against her tongue as the cum moved through it and into her throat.  Cyn was squealing in panic and desperately pushing against his thighs by the time the man finally released her head and allowed Cyn to fall back onto her fanny gasping for air. 

 

"Tomorrow," the man said with a tone of dismissal as he stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped his fly, "you come here right after school."  Cyn climbed unsteadily to her feet then, after looking around and locating her shorts, bent over to pick them up.  She heard a high-pitched electronic whine then, just as she stood back up, saw the strobe flash of the man's Polaroid camera. 

 

"Gotta have a picture to show the potential customers."  He explained as the camera whirred and ejected the undeveloped picture.  Cyn could not understand why, but she felt more deeply humiliated thinking about this man showing the picture of her naked body to other men than she ever had sucking on a boy's dick. 

 

"Now get dressed and get out of here," he finished as he walked around the desk while he uselessly fanned the Polaroid in the air.  The man sat at his desk, ignoring Cyn, while she dressed then left the room.  The two older girls stopped whispering and smirked at her as she walked through the lobby to the exit.  After her experience with the theater manager Cyn didn't really feel like shopping, so she went home.  Her mom was at work leaving Cyn the privacy to cry without having to explain her tears as she fixed herself some dinner.  In spite of the tears, and the feelings of humiliation, it was the feel of the man's cock moving back and forth across her lips that Cyn thought about while she rubbed her crotch to a toe curling orgasm just before she fell asleep that night. 

 

The next day at school Cyn found it impossible to think about anything other than what it had felt like to have the theater manager hold hand fulls of her hair while he pushed his huge hard cock deeper and deeper into her throat.  Three times during the day Cyn locked herself into a stall in the girls room and rubbed her cunt to relieve the tensions created by her uncontrollable thoughts. 

 

"Where do you think you're going?"  Cyn stopped and turned to face the woman in the ticket booth.

 

"In the theater," Cyn answered hesitantly. 

 

"Not without a ticket."

 

"But..." 

 

"But, nothing," the woman said looking at Cyn in a manner that made Cyn blush bright red, "in fact you have to buy two tickets." 

 

"Two?  Why would I have to buy two tickets?"  Cyn put her hands on her hips and tried to look tough.

 

"One for you," the woman said with a superior sneer, "and one for your, ah, friends."  Cyn's defiance melted into total humiliation.  As she dug money out of her pocket and handed the bills through the hole in the window.

 

"That will be two adult tickets," the woman continued as she put the money into her own pocket without giving Cyn any tickets, "if you're old enough to suck cock, you're old enough to pay adult rates."  Cyn felt like crawling, wishing she could hide behind the posters hanging in the glass display cases, as she walked to the door.  She had assumed that what she was doing would have been a secret between the Manager and herself. 

 

"Wait here," the high school aged girl behind the candy counter ordered as soon as Cyn had stepped into the lobby.  The girl picked up a huge, old, black telephone handset and held it to her ear.

 

"The whore's here," she said into it after a momentary pause.  Cyn wanted to run just as far away from this place as she could.  She could feel the hot tears rolling down her warm red cheeks as the candy girl hung up the phone.  "You can go on in now," the girl paused as Cyn took a step toward the theater's office/store room, "cock sucker."  She finished as Cyn walked across the old warn maroon carpet.  Cyn was on the verge of sobbing as she opened the door.  She froze half way through the door when she realized that there were two other men in the room besides the Manager.

 

"Come in and shut the door," the Manager said brusquely, "these two men," he continued, not waiting for her to obey his order, "are vice officers."  Cyn stared at the two men, her heart racing as the door clicked shut behind her.  "They are the ones who will arrest you," the Manager paused while all three of the men enjoyed her look of total betrayal and panic, "if you don't do exactly as you are told."  Cyn looked at the faces of the three men in the room with her.  None of them appeared to be someone she would choose to be with in any way, but she just knew that being arrested would be the most pleasant of the things that would happen to her if she did not do what they told her to do. 

 

"Now take off your clothes," the Manager ordered. All three men watched as Cyn unbuttoned her blouse with fingers that were trembling so violently they threatened to rip the buttons from the material.  Tears continued to stream down her face.  "Your going to have to pay these two gentlemen one quarter of everything you make," the Manager informed Cyn.  As she pulled her blouse off and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, Cyn wondered if there was any end to the people who were going to demand a share of her money. 

 

"You will also have to suck their cocks whenever they want," the Manager added as Cyn pushed her skirt down her skinny legs and stepped out of it.  As Cyn pushed her panties down her legs one of the vice officers leaned back in his chair and, after unzipping his fly, pulled a half-hard, meaty looking cock into view.

 

"Like right now," he growled with a nod of his head toward his exposed dick.  Cyn swallowed a couple of times like she was trying to keep from throwing up, then got down on her knees and with obvious dislike, took the officer's cock into her mouth. 

 

"There's also a beat cop," the manager said as the vice cop's dick grew thick and hard in Cyn's young mouth, "but you get off lucky with him, he only wants blow jobs."  As she moved her mouth up and down on the shaft of the officer's dick, the other policeman leaned forward and ran his sweaty hands over Cyn's body, making her skin crawl wherever he touched.  Cyn had already come to the conclusion that there were only two types of men; the ones who sat back and let the female do the work, and the kind who grabs the girl by her hair and pumps her mouth up and down on his cock while he fucks her face like it was a cunt.  Cyn was sure that both of these disgusting men would be in the second category, so it didn't surprise her when the officer whose cock was in her mouth grabbed double handfuls of her hair and began to fuck her mouth with enthusiasm.  While the thick hard cock pumped in and out of her face, Cyn felt fingers roughly probing into her virgin cunt and ass.  They made her wince several times, but her mouth was too full of cock to tell them, not that they would care.  By the time his cum filled her mouth, Cyn's lips were numb from being pounded into the police officers pubic hair. 

 

"Come over here, bitch," the second officer said as soon as the first one's spent dick slipped from her lips.  His cock wasn't as big around as the first, but it was longer, and Cyn gagged a couple of times before she remembered how to let the invading flesh slip into her throat.  This, Cyn thought sadly, is not what I thought it was going to be.  Yesterday she had been flying high, thinking about all the things she could buy with her new-found source of income, and all she had done since then was give her money away to men and suck their cocks for free. 

 

Out of the corner of her eye Cyn saw the flash, then heard the whirring sound as a Polaroid camera ejected an undeveloped picture.  Another flash, and another whir, Cyn felt fresh tears roll down her cheeks as she realized that the manager was taking pictures of her naked, down on her knees as a man in a suite fucked his hard dick in and out of her mouth.  Unlike every other male whose cock Cyn had sucked on, this one pulled her head out of his lap and, much to her surprise shot his cum onto her nose and cheeks.  Without letting go of her hair, he then turned her head to face the Manager's camera.

 

"That's it," the Manager said as the strobe temporary blinded Cyn, "that's a good shot.  Hold her still while I get a couple more."  The flashes continued while he concentrated on getting close up pictures of Cyn's face with the officer's cum dripping from it.

 

"That's enough for now," the man from the Vice Department said as he stood up and, leaving Cyn laying on the floor, pushed his cock back inside his trousers and zipped up, "we can get some better shots latter."

 

"You behave yourself," the other officer, the first one she had sucked off, said as he leaned over and, grabbing Cyn's hair, forced her to look up at him, "or we will arrest your skinny little cocksucking ass and throw you in jail for being a dumb little whore."

 

"And now we have pictures to prove it," the second man said with a laugh that sent fright chills down Cyn's naked back.   "As always," the first man said to the Manager as they shook hands, ignoring Cyn lying on the cement floor, "it's a pleasure doing business with you."

 

"Yeah," the second man chimed in nudging Cyn with the toe of his shoe, "a real pleasure, I hope our business partnership lasts a good long time.  I'm really looking forward to having a steady supply of snatch again."  All three of the men laughed as the two officers left the room. 

 

"Up off the floor," the Manager said as he walked around his desk, then sat in his desk chair.  "Put these on," he ordered, throwing a couple of pieces of clothing in Cyn's general direction.  Cyn leaned over and picked up what initially appeared to be not much more than a couple of scraps of material.  As she sorted them out she realized that the Manager wanted her to wear a cut-off T-shirt and a short, pleated plaid skirt.  Cyn pulled what was obviously intended to be her 'work' clothes over her head and up her legs.  The shirt just barely covered her nipples, and the skirt didn't even completely cover her butt.  After looking down at her not-quite-flat chest, and twisting around to see her less than half covered ass Cyn was just opening her mouth to protest when the manager spoke again.

 

"I knew you wouldn't be dressed properly," he said, "so I picked something up for you."  He looked up from the Polaroids spread out on his desk, "I'll deduct their cost from your share of tonight's ticket sales."   Standing up, the Manager picked up a roll of tickets and walked around the desk.  "I've been selling tickets," he explained, "to the men who want to shoot their cum in your cute young mouth."  As he talked the Manager slipped his fingers under the bottom edge of the cut-off T-shirt and gently pinched Cyn's nipples.  "That way you don't have to worry about collecting money from your admirers."  Cyn blushed, the way the Manager looked at her was somehow different than the other men.  It was both scarier, and more exciting.  Cyn could tell that the other men had just wanted to fuck her, but from the Manager Cyn got the feeling that he wanted to do things to her that she couldn't even imagine, exciting and definitely unpleasant, things.  "You will suck the cock of any man who gives you one of these tickets," he explained, holding the roll of tickets in his left hand.  Cyn felt shivers run down her back as his right hand moved down over her flat belly and, lifting the edge of the skirt, pushed between her legs.  Without thinking about it, Cyn moved her feet apart, making room for his fingers to explore her young virgin pussy.  "After you suck all the dicks I send in to you," the Manager put the roll of tickets down on the desk and stepped closer to the young girl, towering over her ominously, "you will come back to my office where you will take care of whatever sexual needs I have and collect your share of the money." 

 

The Manager pulled his right hand from Cyn's moistening cunt and moved it up to rest on her chest with his fingers wrapped lightly around her neck.  Placing his left hand on the back of her neck the Manager leaned over and, bringing their mouths together, pushed his tongue between her trembling lips.  While he explored her mouth the Manager slowly increased the pressure of his fingers around her neck, not hard enough to choke her, but just enough to let her know that he could, if he wanted to.  Cyn had never been kissed by a man, or a boy, before and she wasn't sure if the spinning sensation was part of the kiss, or part of almost, but not quite being throttled by the Manager's fingers.  Cyn had sucked cocks, but with an instinct that fit well with her new life as a whore, she had never let any of them kiss her.  

 

"You," the Manager said after breaking the kiss, but with his mouth still so close to Cyn's that she could feel his warm breath on her lips, "are my bitch now."  She could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach through his trousers.  "You are going to fuck whoever I tell you to."  Cyn began to shake as shivers ran up and down her body.

 

"The only reason I'm not fucking that tight little virgin cunt of yours right now," the Manager released his grip on Cyn's neck, "is because I can sell it for a tidy sum."  Releasing his grip on Cyn's neck, the Manager walked back around his desk and sat down.

 

"I'm going to pass these pictures, and some more we take after your done sucking cocks for the day," the Manager chuckled obscenely as he picked up one of the pictures, "around to a few pervs I know and let them bid on who gets to fuck your pussy and ass first."  After taking a close look at the picture of cum oozing down Cyn's face, the Manager placed it back on his desk with the others.

 

"Don't worry," he said, noticing Cyn's distress, "you'll get your share of the winning bid for your cunt.  Now get your whore ass out of my office, go park it in the middle of the last row and wait for your first stiff dick to show up."  Acutely aware of, and embarrassed by, the amount of skin she was showing Cyn vainly tried to cover parts of her body and ignore the comments of the candy counter girl, as she slinked across the lobby toward the theater.  Cyn could still feel the sperm drying on her cheek as she walked to the center seat in the last row and sat down.  As Cyn squirmed a little, trying to get used to the feel of her naked pussy rubbing against the slightly rough fabric that covered the seat, the remaining lights dimmed, and the trailers started.

 

Cyn shivered, and her nipples hardened almost painfully as an icy blast from the air conditioner blew down across her almost naked body.  The first trailer was still running when a man sat down next to her and handed her a ticket.  Intentionally avoiding looking at the man's face, Cyn unzipped his fly and, digging through the opening in the front of his boxers, pulled the man's already half-hard cock out of his trousers.  She could feel the warm flesh growing and getting firmer in her hand as she lowered her face towards his crotch.  As she took the stranger into her mouth Cyn could feel his hand moving over her back working its way down toward her fanny.  As the man's hand moved lower on her body he gently pulled her butt off the seat.  It wasn't difficult to figure out what the man wanted.  Even though Cyn was still hesitant to let strange males touch those parts of her body, she felt trapped by the situation and, not wanting her 'customers' to report her uncooperative attitude to the Manager, she, without letting the hard cock slip from her mouth, raised her butt from the chair.  Standing with her left foot on the floor, and her right knee on the theater seat, Cyn continued to move her warm, wet mouth up and down the hard shaft of flesh that protruded from the man's trousers while his hand explored the back of her legs, her inner thighs and, finally, her cunt and ass.  His touch was much gentler than the officer's had been and Cyn found herself reacting with growing excitement and wetness as his fingertips gently moved up and down the outer lips of her pussy.  The Manager's comment about her ass, as well as her cunt, being up for bidding had not escaped Cyn's attention, and her anal sphincter twitched with a bit of fear as the man's fingertip gently moved around the crinkled opening then probed, just barely, into her. 

 

Cyn was saved from further digital exploration by a flood of cum filling her mouth to the point that some leaked out in spite of her series of rapid swallows.  Cyn licked the stray sperm from the corner of her lips while the man tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up his fly.  Once he was 'decent' the man pulled a bill from his pocket.

 

"Something just for you," he whispered pressing it into her hand as he stood up then walked to the end of the row.  Cyn's spirits, and her enthusiasm for the job, soared as she looked at the ten-dollar bill in her hands.  It had never occurred to her that she could get money from these men above and beyond what they paid the Manager for her services.  Since she had no pockets, Cyn looked around for someplace to keep her money.  She pushed the bill into a crack between the cushion and the metal bottom of the seat on the other side of hers then turned back just in time to be handed a ticket by her next customer.  

 

The prospect of getting a little extra cash that she did not have to share with the Manager dissolved the last of Cyn's reservations about being touched by these nameless men.  In fact she had to admit that the exploration of her pussy and ass by her first customer had left her in a state of excitement.  When Cyn reached for this new clients zipper he pushed her hand away then slipped his hand under the edge of her cut-off T-shirt to pinch and gently 'milk' her already erect nipples.  Cyn surprised herself by moaning softly as the fingers gently tugged on her hard flesh. 

 

Assuming it would increase the size of whatever tip this man was likely to give her, Cyn spread her legs and, lifting her left knee, draped it over the arm of her chair when his hand moved down across her stomach to her crotch.  In what seemed like a blinding revelation, Cyn realized that these men whose cocks she was sucking, and who were paying so much attention to her pussy and ass with their fingers, would undoubtedly be bidding on the right to be the first to fuck her.  Cyn's cunt warmed and moistened, not so much in response to the finger probing gently between its lips, as from the thought of how much money he might be willing to pay for the privilege of replacing his finger with his cock. 

 

As the exploration of her pussy continued, Cyn leaned back in the chair and, closing her eyes, imagined herself laying on a bed, her legs open as a man, looming over her, pushed his hard cock inside her never fucked before cunt. Since Cyn had avoided looking at this man's face, just as she had the first one, and had only a vague idea what he looked like, she imagined the Manager's face on the man about to fuck her in her fantasy.  The thought of being fucked by the Manager, a man who both frightened and excited her, caused Cyn to moan and thrust her hips forward forcing herself further onto the stranger's finger.

 

"You are the hot little whore aren't you?"  The man whispered as he pulled his finger from Cyn's wet pussy and ran its lubricated tip back and forth over her clitoris.  "I bet you just can't wait for one of us to fuck you."  The man pulled his hand away from Cyn's crotch, leaving her excited and unsatisfied. 

 

"Now," he said, placing it on the back of Cyn's neck, "suck on the cock that's going to outbid all the others."  Cyn opened her eyes and leaned over the man's lap.  His large hard cock was already exposed and seemed to Cyn to be twitching in eager anticipation of her mouth.  Keeping one hand on the back of Cyn's neck, the man placed his other hand on the top of her head and moved her face up and down as he thrust his hips and fucked her mouth.  Cyn was helpless to do anything but hang onto the armrest that separated their chairs with both hands and concentrate on grabbing breaths of air as the man forced himself deeper and deeper into her throat.  Just like the second officer, this man seemed to get some extra thrill by pulling Cyn's mouth off his twitching cock and spewing his cum onto her face.  Cyn sat back, trying to relax and recover her composure as the man stuffed his softening cock back into his pants. 

 

"Just one more thing," he said.  After zipping up his fly, the man reached over and scooped his cum from Cyn's face with one of his fingers.  Pushing his hand between her legs, he forced the cum covered finger into Cyn's cunt.

 

"Even if I'm not the one who gets to fuck you first," he said triumphantly, "my sperm was the first inside your whorish little box."  Pulling his finger from Cyn's body, the man wiped the rest of the slime off on her belly then stood up and left the theater.  He was the only one during that long afternoon who did not tip Cyn for her efforts. 

 

Cyn quickly lost track od how many hard cocks she had sucked and how many finger tips had probed and explored her pussy and ass.  Cyn would have been hard pressed to say truthfully whether it was the exploring hands of strange men, or the growing wad of bills tucked into the chair, that kept her inexperienced, almost hairless slit wet through the double feature. 

 

"Hey," Cyn heard a hissing voice and looked over toward the isle where the candy counter girl was looking at her disdainfully, "whore, the Manager wants to see you."  The girl turned and left without saying any more.  Cyn pulled the stack of bills from the seat next to her and sorted through them while she tried to figure out what to do.  She just knew that if she walked into the office with this money in her hand the Manager would take half of it away from her.  Folding the bills in half twice, Cyn clutched them in her fist as she hurried through the lobby toward the women's restroom.  So concerned was she with finding a place to hide her money, that Cyn was totally oblivious to the fact that her skirt was up around her waist, exposing her naked crotch for all to see. Grabbing a couple of paper towels, Cyn folded them around the money then carefully slid them down between the used towels and the metal side of the trash receptacle. 

 

Only after stashing her tips did Cyn catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror.  Her lips were puffy, her hair was sticking out in every direction, and there were smudges where dirt had stuck to the dried cum left on her face by several of the men she had serviced.  She went into the stall to pee, and only then did she realize that she had displayed her ass and cunt for everyone in the lobby to see.  She blushed at the thought; her embarrassment was only mitigated by the knowledge that there weren't that many people in the lobby.  Cyn wiped, smoothed her skirt down to at least half cover her ass, then hurried on to the Manager's office. 

 

"Hand it over," the Manager said, holding out his hand, as soon as she came through the door.  Cyn was overwhelmed with disappointment even as she tried to put an innocent look on her face.

 

"Don't even try to lie to me," the Manager said taking a threatening step toward her, "go get your tips from where ever you tried to hide them and come back here."  Cyn cringed, afraid that the Manager was going to hit her. 

 

"Now!"  He yelled when she didn't move quickly enough.  Cyn turned and ran from the room with tears streaming down her cheeks.  Once in the bathroom she retrieved the money with trembling hands and, taking all except the two twenties which she wrapped up and put back into the trashcan, Cyn hurried back to the office. 

 

The Manager took the money from Cyn's outstretched, trembling hand and, after dropping it on his desk, placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees.  Unzipping his fly and unbuckling his belt, the Manager let his trousers and shorts slide down his legs.  Holding the base of his cock with his right hand and the top of Cyn's head with his left hand, the Manager began slapping her face with his hardening shaft as he spoke.

 

"If you ever try to hold out on me again I'll punish you in ways you cannot even imagine."  The meaty cock made soft 'splat' noises as it hit the tears rolling down Cyn's cheeks.  "I'm going to keep all of your tips tonight instead of just half of them," the Manager pushed his now completely hardened cock between Cyn's lips, "you hold out on me again," he continued as he moved one hand to each side of her head and began to fuck Cyn's mouth with long powerful thrusts, pushing deep into her throat each time, "and you'll have bruises to reminded you to do as your told." 

 

Cyn's lips were puffy and tender from being smashed against men's bodies as they thrust their cocks into her mouth, and the back of her throat was sore from the battering of cockheads fucking into it.  She whimpered in pain with each thrust of the Managers cock and held onto his thighs with both hands.  It was obvious, even with Cyn's lack of experience, that he intended this oral fuck to be a punishment for trying to hide her tips.  Again and again her hurting lips were smashed painfully against the Manager's body as his cock pushed unmercifully against the back of her burning throat. 

 

"Yea, bitch, this is going to seem like tender lovemaking compared to what I'll do if you try to hold out on me again."  Each thrust of his hard cock into Cyn's mouth and throat felt like a searing pain shooting completely through her skull.  After what seemed to be an eternity for the suffering young girl, the Manager held her nose buried in his pubic hair while his pulsing and twitching dick pumped cum directly into her throat.  When he pulled his still dripping cock from her mouth, and released his grip on her head, Cyn collapsed on the floor in a limp heap, her shoulders heaving with sobs.  After pulling up his shorts and trousers, the Manager zipped and buckled up then cleaned off the center of his desk.

 

"Stand up," he ordered.  "I said stand up, cunt."  He repeated, giving her a not too hard kick in the ribs.  Cyn struggled to her feet, sniffling and wiping the tears from her face. 

 

"Take off your clothes."  It only took a second for Cyn to strip off the cut-off T-shirt and short skirt that he had given her to wear.  "Sit up on the desk," the manager ordered, seeming to ignore the young girls naked body.  Cyn, moving stiffly, did as ordered. 

 

"Lean back," the Manager ordered as he picked up his Polaroid camera, "spread your legs and put your feet up on the desk."  Cyn could feel her face burning as she followed the instructions.  Sucking anonymous cock in a darkened theater is entirely different than exposing yourself to be photographed in a well-lit office/storage room.  "Now reach down with both hands and spread that cute little virgin pussy of yours open.  Cyn hesitated and, finally, it was only the fear of physical punishment that forced her to pull herself open for the amateur photographer. 

 

"I've got to have some good pictures," the Manager said as his camera repeatedly flashed and ejected undeveloped pictures, "you wouldn't believe how much more money we can get for your first fuck if we have some good raunchy beaver shots to show them."  Cyn desperately wanted to use her hands to cover her red, burning face, but dared not release her cunt lips.  As the Manager continued to take pictures of Cyn's young pussy, she noticed a warm, excited feeling beginning to spread from her crotch.  She could feel herself getting wet, and felt even more humiliated that the Manager would notice and know that getting her cunt photographed was turning her on.  Laying her head back, Cyn closed her eyes and concentrated on the warm feeling spreading over her slim, naked body.  She jumped, and actually yelped in surprise when she felt his hands on her inner thighs.

 

The Manager pushed Cyn's hands away and held her open with his fingers while he knelt and, lowering his head into her crotch, extended his tongue and tasted her young virgin pussy for the first time.  Cyn moaned loudly as the tongue moved up her slit and flicked lightly over her clitoris.  Cyn often touched herself and made herself feel good before falling asleep at night, but never had she felt anything like this.  The manager's tongue seemed to know just how to touch her cunt and clitoris; just how to make her feel like her insides were melting and her head was going to explode.  Then it did, or at least it felt like it did.  Cyn's muscles tightened and relaxed rhythmically, her toes curled so hard her feet began to cramp and her vocabulary was reduced to "...oh god, oh god, oh god...", as her hips moved in a series of sharp jerks, each one smashing her cunt against the Manager's face.  When it was finished the Manager kept using his tongue on her until it happened all over again. 

 

After Cyn's second orgasm the Manager stood up and, after helping Cyn to set up, held her naked body in his arms.  Cyn leaned her head against his chest and enjoyed the feel of his warm skin touching hers as his hands gently caressed and soothed her naked body. 

 

“I can make you feel wonderful,” he said as he gently stroked her sweat matted hair, “or I can make you hurt.  It's all up to you.”