Mr. Smith did indeed become a regular customer. I would meet him in his office at least once a week, where he would transform me into his good little girl whore with a stack of cash. He was insatiable and would usually cum two or three times; all I had to do to get him hard again was to talk about being a high school whore who gets off on selling my tight little pussy.
He even snuck me into his house one Saturday night when his family was out of town. I told him I would only let him fuck me if we could do it on the bed he shares with his wife on the spot where she sleeps. He almost creamed his pants and immediately agreed. He also had me wear a pair of her panties while we fucked. When we were finished, I folded up the wet panties covered with my girl-cum and put them back in her dresser. Those would be a nice treat for her to find later, along with the wet spot on the sheet where she sleeps.
Mr. Smith was obsessed with my pussy. After that first encounter, I started charging him my standard rate of one thousand dollars per hour. He kept seeing me at least once a week and sometimes more, but I knew that on a teacher's salary, the cost would catch up to him sometime.
One day, after he had nutted deep inside my teen pussy and his cum was leaking out of me and running down my thighs, he said, "Katie, I have a proposal for you."
"Wow, Mr. Smith, what will you do with your current wife?" I quipped. He smiled at my joke and said, "Call it a business proposition."
"Okay, Mr. Smith, I'm intrigued."
"Now, don't get upset with me, but I may have mentioned something about your services to a couple of the other teachers."
I froze, instantly wary. The last thing I needed was word getting around school that my tight high school pussy was for sale. "You did what?"
"Calm down, calm down. It was Mr. Walters and Mr. Hendricks. They are both very discreet. And also…"
"Who else!"
"Ms. Johnson."
I felt my pussy start to tingle. Ms. Johnson was in her early thirties, was very pretty, and had an incredible body. There were rumors around school that she was a lesbian, but I had mostly just dismissed them.
"Ms. Johnson?" I asked, wide-eyed.
He smiled and nodded slowly. "All of them are potential customers. Especially Ms. Johnson."
My mind was suddenly filled with images of Ms. Johnson's slim, fit body. She dressed professionally at school, of course, but her clothes were form-fitting enough to see her curves and the swell of her breasts. I wondered what it would be like to suck on her tits and lick her pussy. My cum-spattered cunt started to get wet again at the thought.
"Okay, Mr. Smith…tell me what you have in mind."
"I was thinking we would throw a little party and invite some of the teachers. The main attraction of the party will be you."
"Oh, really?"
"You can, of course, charge an…admission fee for the people who come to the party."
This was starting to sound interesting. He was basically proposing an orgy or a gang bang - with the exciting twist that at least one very attractive lady teacher would be involved. I did the math in my head and concluded that I could make a significant amount of money all in one night.
"So what's in it for you, Mr. Smith? You're already putting your cum in my cunt once or twice per week."
"I was thinking that as the, uh, coordinator of this event, I might take a percentage of the admission fee. And also, perhaps I could get an ongoing discount on your services."
So he wanted to become my pimp; He wanted a cut of my pussy's profits and a discount on the cost to fuck it. Well, I thought to myself, why not? Parties like this could be a windfall - a way to clear a big chunk of cash all at once. High school graduation was coming up and I had my eye on a lovely apartment in the downtown area of my city. This could put me well on my way to achieving the lifestyle I had in mind for myself.
"Okay, Mr. Smith. Set up your party. Let's call it a trial run. If it goes well, I'll give you a cut, and we can set up more parties. And if it goes really well, I'll consider giving you a discount to make your addiction to my teen pussy a bit more affordable."
He smiled, and I could see him getting hard again. I smiled back and spread my legs for him. "Come on, Daddy, your little girl needs more of your hot sticky cum. Make me your little bitch one more time."
He immediately obliged and shoved his raw married cock back into my bare cunt.
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A week later, I found myself arriving at a posh hotel downtown. Mr. Smith had booked the presidential suite on the hotel's top floor. I wore a clingy black dress that ended well above my knees and was cut low to show off my braless cleavage with matching black strappy heels. I also wore a tight black choker collar around my throat adorned with small studs. Underneath, I wore very tiny, lacy red panties. Despite my repeatedly asking him, Mr. Smith would not tell me who was coming to the party or even how many people would be there. He would just smirk and say that interest in attending the party was very high.
I arrived at the suite, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door, wondering what I was getting myself into. Mr. Smith opened the door and smiled at me. "Welcome to your party, Katie. Come on in."
I stepped into the suite and was immediately shocked by the number of people in the room. My best initial guess was between twenty and thirty guests. Most of them were men, but there were a few women, too, including Ms. Johnson. She smiled at me from across the room. She wore tight skinny jeans and a crop top that left a sliver of her belly bare. It was a shocking contrast to her regular school mode of dress. She looked even hotter dressed in her casual clothing.
After a moment of scanning the room, I froze in place as I realized that the party guests were not limited to just teachers. I locked eyes with Mr. Thomas, the father of one of my friends at school, Jenny. He held my gaze and gave me a knowing smile. There were other Daddies in the room as well, parents of many of my fellow students. What the hell was happening here? I took Mr. Smith aside and said in a stage whisper, "What the fuck, Mr. Smith? I thought this was just supposed to be a few teachers? There are Daddies of people I know at school here!"
"Relax, Katie. All of the men and women here are very, very discreet. I chose carefully. And every one of them is paying twelve hundred dollars for the right to be at this party with you tonight."
I quickly did the math, assuming thirty people were in the room. Even with Mr. Smith's cut, the night's take would be fantastic.
"So what do I have to do?"
Mr. Smith smiled widely, "Why, Katie, I think you know the answer to that. You have to be a very good girl and do whatever the fuck each of them wants you to do."
I shivered a little bit at that. I was a girl with very few limits, but I'd never fucked an entire literal crowd before. I took a deep breath and told myself I was ready to earn my money.
"Okay, Mr. Smith, I'm ready."
"Take off your shoes, Katie. You aren't going to need them here. Go barefoot, little girl."
I did as he asked and slipped off my heels, leaving my feet bare on the suite's plush carpet.
"Everyone, Katie has arrived! Please make her feel welcome!"
The crowd cheered and toasted me repeatedly. They walked up to me and greeted me, all of them with smiles on their faces. Many seemed to have been drinking for some time before I arrived. As I was chatting with my guests, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Mr. Smith was wheeling something from another room into the main room. It was a large saltire or X-frame cross. There were restraints at each end of the cross pieces. My heart fluttered as I watched him bring it to the center of the room. Clearly, it was meant for me.
"Come with me, Katie," said Mr. Smith, taking my hand. He guided me to the saltire cross and helped me step onto the platform on which it was mounted.
"Be a good girl, Katie," he said, looking into my eyes. I could see his cock stiffening in his pants. He fastened first one wrist and then the other to the restraints on the tops of the saltire cross pieces and then pulled them tight, binding me to the cross.
Mr. Hendricks, one of my teachers from school, walked up in front of me. "Hi, Katie," he said. "I was very excited when I found out that you were a whore. I've wanted to fuck you for ages. If I'd known all it took was some cash, I would have had you a long time ago." He pushed my dress up to my hips and then pulled my panties down to my knees. "There you go, Katie. You look a lot better that way. Like a dirty little slut should."
He started to rub my bare pussy, making circles on my clit. He slipped a finger inside me, which got very wet. I moaned as he touched me, feeling like such a dirty whore, on display for everyone like that.
Next, Ms. Johnson approached me. She looked me up and down with a little smile on her face. "Katie, Katie, Katie. Look what has become of you. A little high school call girl." She reached out and tugged hard at the top of my dress. The fabric ripped, and my breasts spilled out. She caught me off guard with her aggressive movement, but before I knew it, she was sucking and fondling my tits. I gasped, feeling myself getting even wetter with this beautiful woman's mouth and tongue all over my tits and nipples. She sucked and licked and lightly bit me. One hand went to my ass, and the other rubbed and fingered my pussy. I moaned loudly as she ravaged me.