"Hi, Mr. Smith! You wanted to see me after school?" "Come on in, Katie. Close the door." I did as he asked, feeling curious about the situation. Mr. Smith had never asked me to come to his office after hours. He had a very odd expression, and he kept glancing from me to his computer monitor and back. "Um…Did I do something wrong, Mr. Smith?" "Katie…why don't you come around to this side of my desk and take a look at somet...

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 wh...

Mr. Smith made his plans to set up more parties for me. I felt sure they would be very popular and very lucrative. Meanwhile, I had been very intrigued by Mr. Thomas's invitation (or maybe it was more like he placed an order) for me to plan a sleepover with Jenny so that he could pay for and use my pussy after Jenny was asleep. Spending the night at the Thomas's home would offer up other exciting possibilities, in additio...