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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."  
 








  
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