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) ~~~ "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