Barber Shop Whore, Part 2

By wetfly6969

(MMf, M+f, Pedophilia, Consensual, Reluctant, Coercion,
Drunk/Drugged, Incest, Rough, Gang Bang, Interracial, Black Male,
White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Cream Pie, Prostitution)

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"Have a seat," Walter said ushering her into his living room.
Sunday is the only day the shop is closed and he offered to keep
an eye on Lindsey for a few hours so that George, Terry and
Hayden can go to church and later have some quiet time.  Lindsey
didn't want to go and was giving them a hard time about it. Their
marriage has been stressed with the financial problems and having
an out-of-control preteen adding to their troubles, they'd been
fighting a lot more than usual.

"Why am I here?" she asked crossing her arms over her stomach,
standing defiantly.  She didn't want to go to church with the
others and was dropped off for a few hours.  She wanted to stay
home alone but was forced to go to Walter's.

"I told you, your mom and dad want to go to church and then do
something afterward.  I agreed to watch you for a while."

"They're *NOT* my mom and dad and I don't need no babysitter."

"I'm not babysitting, I'm just hanging out with you for a while.
Besides, I want to talk to you about some things."

"Like what?"

"Have a seat and I'll tell you," he said stepping past her. "Want
something to drink?  A beer or something?"

"A BEER?  Are you serious?"

"Yea, you're grown now and I think you`re very mature for your
age.  You can have one unless you can`t handle it."

"I can handle it. I'll take one," she said relaxing a little as
she sat on the couch.  "Where's the guy you live with?"

"You mean my roommate?  He's out getting something but he'll be
here soon.  What I want to talk to you about  will concern him
too," he called out from the kitchen.

She looked around at the modest apartment, rolling her eyes.  He
used to have a really nice house and cars and a lot of really
nice things, but now.  After his divorce, he lost everything and
then the old man died, leaving a lot of bills and that crappie
old barber shop that George complains about all the time.

"Here you go," Walter said handing her the cold bottle of Bud.
Taking it she brought it to her lips, pulling a hard sip, feeling
it burn her throat.  She coughed.

"You've drank before, right?" he asked sitting in the chair
facing her.

"Hell yea, lottsa times."

"Good, I don't want to be accused of corrupting you," he added
with a smile.  The two of them stared at each other silently for
a few awkward moments before he spoke.  "Do you like living with
your mom and dad?"

"They ain't my mom and dad!"

"Okay, Lindsey, for the sake of argument, I'll call them Terry
and George and I'm not your uncle.  You can call me Walter." That
seemed to surprise her as she took another sip of beer. "Well, do
you like living with them?"

"I dunno, I guess so."

"How many foster families did you live with before George and
Terry?"

"Three, why are you asking me these questions?"

"I just want to find out more about you.  Before we opened the
shop, George and I didn't spend a lot of time together and I
missed out on getting to know you.  I want to fix that now."
"What happened with the other families?  Why did you leave?"

"The first family the guy got arrested so they took me and
another girl outta there."

"Why was he arrested?"

"He met with a girl on the internet and went to her house for sex
but it really was the cops and they took him to jail `cause she
was `pose to be thirteen."

"I see.  What about the second family?"

"He kept tryin' to mess with me, you know for sex and stuff."

"You didn't like that?"

"No way, he was old and fat and ugly!"

"Would it had been okay if he wasn't old and fat and ugly?"

"I dunno, I guess, I'm not sure."

"That's good to know.  And the last family?"

"I hated the bitch that lived there.  She was mean to me and hit
me sometimes and treated me like a slave and wanted me to do a
lotta shit all the time so I split."

"You mean you ran away?"

"Yep, I stayed with this guy I know `til the found me."

"Do you know about the problems we're having at the shop?"

"Not really.  George says shit `bout it but I don't pay him no
attention."

"It's not doing very good and we may have to close it.  If that
happens George won't have a job and you won't be able to stay
with them.  You don't want that, do you?  For them to put you
into another foster home?"

"Naw, I guess not."

The door opening interrupted the conversation as both turned to
see Terrance walking in.  "`Sup"? he asked locking the door
behind him.

"Hey Terrance, you remember my niece, ur I mean George's foster
child, Lindsey, don't you?"

"Yea, hey littl' momma, wassup?"   She smiled as he joined her on
the sofa.  Her momma used to hang around a lot of black guys and
she felt comfortable being with him.

"Lindsey and I were just discussing our problem and how she can
help," Walter said setting his empty beer on the table.

That got her attention as she turned to face him.  "What do you
mean?" she asked.

"I'll get to that later.  Want another beer?"  Holding the bottle
out, only half was gone.  "Looks like you need to finish that one
first.  I'll bring another, see if you can have it gone by the
time I get back."

Looking at the bottle and then back at him, she brought it to her
mouth, tipping it back.  Walter smiled as he headed toward the
kitchen, returning shortly with three bottles.

"Did you get the treat for Lindsey?" he asked Terrance handing
him a beer.

"Yea, just like you wanted.  I wasn't sure how much so I got
enough for about ten joints."

"That's perfect," he said twisting off a cap and handing it to
her.  "Drink up, you don't want to fall behind," he said winking.
 Sitting back, he watched as she brought the new bottle to her
lips and took a small sip.  "George tells me you like to smoke
pot, is that true?"

Furrowing her brows, she looked at Walter before glancing to
Terrance.  "Yea, I guess so."

"Guess so?  Either you do or you don't, which is it?"

"I like to get high sometimes, but George and Terry checks my
shit all the time looking for it.  They even bought this fuckin'
drug test to see if I'm smoking."

"I could fix it to where they won't do that any more and I'll get
you all the pot you can smoke and they won't say anything about
it.  Would you like that?"

She stared at him for several seconds before speaking.  "How you
gunna do that?"

"Leave that to me.  Would you like that?  If they didn't hassle
you about smoking?"

"Yea, I guess, but I don't see how.  They're kinda strict."

"Don't worry that pretty little head of yours, I'll arrange it,
if that's what you want," he added smiling at her before taking
another drink.  "Your beer is getting cold.  Better drink up," he
said raising his bottle.

"Terrance, why don't you roll her a joint to show her I'm
serious."  Surprised, she watched as the man more than twice her
age pulled out a baggie of marijuana and a package of Joker
rolling papers.  Glancing to Walter, she turned back to watch him
spreading the dried leaves onto the paper before rolling the
small cigarette and handing it to her.

Handing it to her, he pulled out a package of matches, striking
one, before bringing it closer to her.  "It lights better if you
suck on it," he said noticing she was still holding it with a
shocked expression on her face.  Slowly she brought it to her
mouth as he brought the flame closer.

Coughing on the first hit, she took a second one before handing
it out toward Terrance.  "Naw, baby, that's all for you.  Enjoy
yourself," he said pushing her hand back.  She looked at Walter,
noticing him shaking his head before returning it to her mouth.

"George tells me you might be going to your aunt Lynn's farm this
summer.  That sounds fun, doesn't it?"

"FUCK NO!" she yelled too loudly, exhaling a cloud of smoke with
a cough.  "I ain't goin'!  I'll run away!"

"Relax, Lindsey, I'll make sure that doesn't happen, if you don't
want it to.  You might enjoy being isolated miles away from
anyone and anything, milking cows, feeding chickens, collecting
eggs, helping farm and cooking and cleaning stables.  Up at five
in the morning and working until the sun goes down.  That's what
every thirteen-year-old girl wants to do, right?"

"FUCK NO!"  I ain't goin' and they can't make me."

"They won't so you don't have to worry.  I'll make sure they
won't send you there," he said watching as her glassy eyes seemed
to stare into space.  "I'll help you with your problems and you
help me with mine.  We all win and you'll even earn some spending
money."

"Huh? What did you say?" she asked struggling to focus on him
across the coffee table.

"I said I need your help and you need mine and together we'll fix
each other's problems."

"Why?  What do you want?"

"Smart girl.  You know that I want you to do something for me in
order to get what you want.  I'll make sure you stay with George
and Terry, guarantee they'll stay off of your ass about smoking
and let you have some freedom to do more of what you want.  He'll
take the nails out of your window and you can go out at night and
party your sexy little ass off or have guys in your room.  Hell,
they can spend the night with you for all I care and the best
part is NO FARM.  How would you like that?"

"What do I have to do?  Have sex with you?"

"It's not that simple, but yes, you'll need to have sex with me.
And Terrance," he said winking at his roommate.  "But there's
another problem that you can help me with and without you, George
and my business will fail and everyone will lose.  You don't want
that to happen, do you?"

Falling backwards, she crashed against the cushions on the sofa,
giggling.  "She's fucked up," Terrance stated grinning.

"Yes, doctor, I think you've diagnosed her correctly," Walter
said standing, adjusting his erection before moving to the other
side of her.  "You want us to fuck you now, don't you Lindsey?"
he asked moving closer to her.  She looked at him before breaking
out into uncontrollable laughter.  "I'll take that as `yes'," he
said touching her left breast.

Terrance's dark hand went under her shirt and bra, feeling her
bare breast and nipple.  "Damn, it feels like a little rock," he
said pinching it.

"Help me get her shirt off," Walter said pulling on the hem of
the shirt.  "Lift your arms, Lindsey," he added pulling it above
her bra.  Without hesitation, she raised her arms, allowing the
men to pull it off, exposing her turquoise bra.  That came off
quickly as the men sat back to admire her youthful tits.

"DAMN," Terrance exclaimed leaning closer to suck on her
salmon-colored nipple.  Walter followed suit, taking half of her
tennis-ball sized breast into his mouth while sliding his hand up
her pants legs to her crotch.  She moaned, parting her legs
slightly.

"Lay down, sweetheart," Walter encouraged, standing to give her
room.  She fell sideways, giggling when she suddenly stopped.
"Get those fucking pants off of her!" he barked, leaning over to
resume sucking on her nipple while groping the other.

Terrance unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, struggling to pull
down the tight denim while Walter continued nursing on her
breasts, switching from one to the other.  Growing frustrated by
how tight they were, he jerked hard, shifting her body as the
jeans folded over exposing her pink and yellow panties.

Another tug brought them below her hips, dragging the panties
along with them.  He groaned as her light brown wisps of hair
came into view.  The hair was sporadic and thin, giving evidence
of her early puberty.

"Damn, that's nice," he sighed pulling her pants to her knees.
Getting Walter's attention, he looked past her flat stomach to
the slightly declining slope leading to the sparse pubes and the
fissure of her budding womanhood.  The swollen nub just below
hair seemed slightly inflamed with a pinkish hue.  Both men
reached for it simultaneously.

After a brief battle, Terrance chose a slightly lower path,
slipping a finger into her soft opening while Walter continued
manipulating her clitoris and sucking on her raised nipple.  She
sighed, bringing her hand to the back of Walter's head.

"Shit, she's soaked," Terrance exclaimed, sliding a second finger
into her, twisting his hand slightly, pushing it past his second
knuckles.  Parting her legs further, he applied more pressure,
forcing it deeper into her.  She grunted as his fingers reached
their end.  "Wet and tight, just like I like `em," he added with
a smile.

Stroking his finger faster, Walter stroked her sensitive clit
harder, drawing another moan from her as she twisted her lithe
young body like a snake.  He kissed her, feeling Terrance's
fingers pumping in and out of her juicy hole at the same pace as
his.  She didn't resist as his tongue pushed past her lips,
entering her mouth as he tasted the stale marijuana and beer.

Walter felt Terrance's fingers suddenly move away as the battle
over her pussy quickly ended.  "That's cum!" he called out,
getting Walter's attention.  Raising his head, he looked over her
sleek, young body to see his friend examining his extended
fingers.

Smiling, he watched Terrance scissor his fingers opened and
closed, staring at the thick goo clinging to them.  Bringing them
to his nose, he sniffed, pulling it away suddenly.  "It's
definitely cum," he added making a face.

"Is that true, Lindsey?  You've got cum already in you tight
little pussy?"

Whether she heard or not, she didn't indicate as her body
continued shifting on the leather sofa, moaning softly with her
eyes tightly closed.

"Who's cum is it, Lindsey?" he asked, slurping on her exposed
breast.  She didn't respond, turning her head toward the back of
the couch.  "It doesn't matter, we're about to add more in there
any way," he said standing to remove his pants.

Following his lead, Terrance pulled his shirt over his head,
kicking off his sneakers and unbuckling his belt.  Walter was
naked before him, moving his engorged cock to her lips.  "Suck
it, Lindsey," he groaned, leaning closer.

Reflexively she opened her mouth, accepting the head and sucking
another inch inside.  He grunted feeling the intense pressure on
the sensitive tip.

Terrance dropped his jean to the floor as he moved between her
parted legs.  "Hold on, man, what are you doing?" Walter asked
staring at his long, black cock.

"Whacha mean?  I'm gunna fuck `er."

"I'm going first," he replied, pulling his cock from her lips
with a smack.

"Why you get to go first?"

"Cause she's my niece."

"Funny but you told me earlier that you didn't have a problem
fuckin' her `cause she wasn't really your niece.  Now you say she
is?"

"She's my brother's foster kid, so that gives me first rights,
move aside."

"Man, that's fucked up.  You should just let `er suck you and let
me tap this shit down here."

"Come on, man, don't be like that.  You can fuck her after me."

"I was here first,"

"Look, I'm not going to argue with you about this.  I'm going
first and then you can fuck her.  Let her suck you while I fuck
her, she's got a great little mouth.  Besides, we have a deal,
right?"

"Aiight, don't sweat it, man, I'll let ya go first," he replied
hesitantly, moving from between her legs.  Moving to take his
place, Walter knelt between them, rubbing his cock against the
glistening slit.

Terrance squatted over her, pushing the burgundy-color head
across her slack lips.  Like a hungry chick, she opened her
mouth, sucking it in without opening her eyes.  Walter leaned
forward, pushing the head to the crown into her taunt hole.  Both
grunted from the sensation.

"Fuck she's tight," he moaned, applying more pressure.  Terrance
was correct, she was soaked and it was warm and slick as he
pushed further inside.  At seven and a half inches, he wasn't the
longest cock to be inside of her, but he was the thickest,
stretching her channel more than it had been before.

She gagged as Terrance jabbed hard, sending his slightly thinner,
but longer cock to the back of her throat.  He eased off,
reaching down for her puffy nipple pointing at him.  She sucked
harder, feeling his fingers manipulating her delicate nub.

Walter bottomed out as he began stroking in and out fast and
hard, enjoying the tight hold her pussy provided.  He grunted as
she twitched, squeezing him harder.  It had been too long and she
felt too good to hold out for very long.  He felt like a high
school boy getting his first piece as his cock uncontrollably
exploded inside of her, sending multiple jets of cum deep into of
Bher sultry hole.

He cried out, roaring loudly while rearing his head upward, his
eyes screwed tightly closed, his mouth gaping open.  Her
tightness made it possible for him to feel every shot of cum as
his cock throbbed repeatedly, filling her with his seed.

"Oh shit," he panted, feeling awful about only lasting a few
minutes, but she just felt too good and besides, she's a little
slut anyway, so her pleasure wasn't important.  Pulling away, her
slick hole expelled his cock with a flop, releasing a line of
white slime.

Walter had hardly moved aside as Terrance replaced him, aiming
his cock to her reddened hole without any preliminaries.  She let
out a grunt as he slammed hard against her, crashing into the
bottom of her sex on the first thrust.  Repeating the pace set by
Walter, he solidly pounded against her, listening to her soft
moans as his strokes increased in speed and intensity.

Bringing his diminishing rod to her face, Walter brushed it
against her lips, waiting for her to respond.  She was in another
world, seemingly unaware of what the two men did to her, but
responded enough to allow his cock to enter her mouth.  She
scarcely reacted, laying docile as they used her for their
pleasure.

Terrance's thrusts became irregular, his body tensed as he neared
climax.  Walter's eyes focused on the union between their bodies,
impressed that her tiny frame could handle almost all nine inches
he was aggressively pounding into her.  Closing his eyes, he
sucked in a breath of air as his own cock surged slightly,
secreting the last of his ejaculate into her mouth.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Terrance uttered, making whinnying sounds as he
welded his groin to hers.  His mocha ass checks concaved
repeatedly as he pumped his semen into her.  Moments later he was
spent, collapsing on top of her, panting as the arm rest
supported his forehead.

"Damn, that's some pussy you got there, baby," he said between
short breaths.  Walter, pushed aside as he fell onto of her.
Moving back to his seat and reached for his beer.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," he said raising the bottle
in cheer.

Once he caught his breath, Terrance turned toward him with a
toothy grin.  "Damn!  That's all I can say, man.  We`re gunna
make some serious cash off this shit!"  Both men laughed.

Moving along her relaxed body, Terrance positioned his crotch
near her face, slapping her mouth and nose with his slimy cock
head.  Opening her eyes, she parted her lips, allowing his dick
to  ease inside.  Walter slowly stroked his growing cock,
watching as she nursed on his cock, her legs still wide and
inviting.

Setting the bottle down, he moved closer, staring at the flushed
hole dripping a steady flow of clear and white sperm.  Some was
his, some Terrance but he was curious who the rest belonged to.
Stroking it a few more times to fully harden it, he moved back
between her legs, pushing it deeply into her.  She grunted as he
fully penetrated her.

***

Walter sat back finishing off his beer, watching as Terrance
fucking her for the third time.  He couldn't get it up after the
second time and allowed Terrance to go again.  He's fifteen years
younger and more athletic so he didn't have a problem fucking her
for again.

Walter had cum twice inside of her pussy and Terrance came once
inside of her mouth and was working on his third orgasm. Stopping
suddenly, he jerked it out of her, eliciting a groan from her as
he sat back on his heels.  "Does she take it in the ass?" he
asked turning to Walter.  That was an issue he hadn't really
thought about.

"I'm not sure," he said roaming his eyes over her sweaty young
body.  "Bu there's one way to find out," he added with a smile.
Terrance returned the smile before looking down at her.

"Come on, baby, turn over, I wanna try out that sweet little ass
of yours," he said tugging at her arm.  Sluggishly she rolled
over, not fully understanding what he was requesting.  Lifting
her hips, he positioned her knees beneath her as he pushed down
on her shoulder blades.  Her face dropped to the sofa as he
spread his legs further to align his cock to her ass.

Walter moved closer to observe his actions as he pushed his cock
back inside of her pussy, lubricating it while pushing his thumb
into her rosebud.  She jerked forward as it penetrated her but
remained still as he slowly sawed back and forth inside of her
pussy.

"Yea, I think she's taken in the ass before," he stated with a
smile.  "She seems a little loose back here."  They exchanged
glances before Terrance eased his cock from her pussy and
redirecting it slightly higher.  She grunted as the tip entered,
stretching her tight sphincter.

He pushed harder, hearing another cry from her as he held her
still steadfastly.  The further he penetrated, the more she
whimpered, but allowed him to continue until his wirily pubes
rested against her soft, tanned skin.  She flinched, squeezing
him tightly.

"Shit, she's gunna pinch my fuckin' cock off!" he exclaimed,
staying fully emerged.  "I'm gunna enjoy this shit."  Walter
smiled at the pun of his statement.

"I didn't think I'd be able to get another hard-on so fast, but
watching you fucking her ass just might do it," he said with a
smile.  "So hurry so I can try out that hole too."

Like a locomotive gathering speed, Terrance slowly increased his
thrusts, battering her rectum continually, reaching full depth as
his swinging balls crashing relentlessly against her inflamed
clitoris.  She cried out, her face covered by her long sandy
hair, her shoulders heaving under her sobs.

"Fuck her, Terrance, fuck her good!" Walter called out, massaging
his cock to full firmness.  Reaching under her chest, he groped
her closest breast, kneading it like a raw ball of dough.  "Take
that cock, whore," he said leaning closer to her ear.  "You`ll
need the practice!"

Holding her firmly by the hips, Terrance plowed her like a
seasoned whore, taking out all of his frustrations on her.  She
fisted the cushion under her, squealing softly as his thrusts
intensified.  Staring at the ceiling, he felt his balls churning,
approaching the point of no return.

"Aruugggghhhhh," he cried out, feeling the twitching of his cock
as the first jet of cum shot from his body, filling her bowels.

Sperm spewed from his cock like a fountain, seeming not to quit
for several minutes.  He was drained.  Each of her hole had
received a load of  his cum and now he was spent.  Falling from
the sofa, he crashed to the floor, panting.

Stepping over his roommate, Walter took his position behind her,
guiding his swollen cock toward the gaping, dime-sized hole.  She
let out a soft whimper as he entered and he moaned feeling the
warm, soaked tissue.

***

She remained motionless for over fifteen minutes after Terrance
moved away from her for the forth time.  An occasional garbled
sound escaped her throat as she slowly came around.  It had been
two hours that the men had used her, taking pleasure from her
body, changing positions and holes at will.  After resting
briefly, Terrance went for her ass a second time, busting another
nut into her nether region.  She was exhausted, used and in
obvious pain.  Walter touched his cold bottle of beer against her
side of her stomach, making her jump.

"Time to get up, sweetheart," he said returning to his seat.
"George will be here soon to pick you up and we need to talk
about some things."  He watched as she slowly pulled herself,
brushing the plastered hair from her face.  She looked like hell,
but she should as they rode her pretty hard.

"Terrance, get her a warm cloth and a bottle of water, will you?"
he said leaning closer to her.  Naked, he got up, heading to get
the things Walter asked for.

"Do we have a deal, Lindsey?" he asked pulling the wayward strand
of hair from her swollen lips.  Her eyes were unfocused and
seemed to be staring into darkness.  "Lindsey!" he called out
snapping his fingers.

"Huh?" she asked turning her gaze toward him.  "What did you
say?"

"Do we have a deal?"

"Deal?"

"The deal we talked about," he said watching as Terrance
re-entered the room carrying the water and a face towel.  "You
know, I'll make sure you don't go to the farm, get you more
freedom, have George let you go out every weekend, arrange for
boys to spend the night in your room, give you spending money and
get you all the pot you can smoke.  Sounds pretty good, eh?"

Her blood-shot eyes struggled to focus on him.  "What do I gotta
do?"

"You're smart, Lindsey.  You know that to get something, you've
got to give something.  All I ask is for you to do something
you're already doing and who knows, maybe you'll enjoy doing it.
I know I did," he added with a wink to Terrance.

"You want me to have sex with you?"

"Yea, that's part of it, but there`s more."

Turning to look at the gawking black man sitting next to her she
looked back to Walter.  "Him too?"

"Yea, you're getting warmer, but you're not there yet."

"What else?"

"Not `what' but `who'.  I want you to hang around the shop,
dressed like you were yesterday and when someone comes in, you go
into the back with them and let them fuck you.  Easy as that and
I'll make sure you're well taken care of.  You set the rules,
decide who to fuck and how many.  I'll be there like your private
bodyguard so no one will hurt you.  We'll make a lot of money and
I'll make sure you get a share of it, plus everything else we
talked about."

She sat apparently stunned staring at Walter unsure how she
should respond.

"It's not like you're not fucking now, so why not get paid for
it, right?  Besides, if our business fails, you'll be taken away
from George and Terry and end up going to some other foster home
and who knows how bad they'll be.  I'm giving you a way to
guarantee that you'll stay with them, have some fun and make some
spending money.  You can't lose with this deal, trust me."

Turning to look at Terrance, she glance down to his naked groin
at his newly aroused cock. It looked really big to her and she
was surprised she could take it fully inside.  "You want him to
fuck you again?" Walter asked noticing her stare.  Slowly she
shook her head.  She had enough for now and felt a little sore.
"Terrance, roll her the rest of the pot and let her take it home
with her.  She'll need it to relax later," he added with a wink.

Smiling, Terrance reached for the rolling papers and the bag of
marijuana.  "You can start Friday.  I know Thursday is your last
day of school so you can sleep in and just come in with George."

"He won't never let me do none of that stuff, he's too strict."

"You let me handle George, you just keep that fine little body
running hot and come in on Friday ready to make some money."

Watching Terrance rolling the joints, she smiled.  It will be fun
to be able to do whatever she wants to and she *did* enjoy
smoking pot.  It won't be that bad, after all, Walter's right,
she's already having sex so why not get paid for it?

"What should I wear?"

~ end of part