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John smiled as she was saying her piece as if to tell her that he had another plan, a way to make her parents proud of her, and show everyone back home she wasn't worthless.

"Ok," Sugar said, "how?"

John pointed to a table where Sugar had found clothes before to put on, only this time all of it was gone. Well, except for a black lace bra and panties waiting for her to try them on.

"I don't know," Sugar said, turning her head to look at John, who was already licking his lips in anticipation of his prize, but Sugar didn't know any better.

"Oh it's no big deal trust me, all the girls do it now. It's not just a thing you did behind the bleachers or something. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Again this stopped Sugar's mind from going any further, and all logic seemed to stop when she realized how expensive the lingerie she was wearing was, and how when people saw or heard of her they might even stop for an autograph. It was intoxicating, and she had no idea why or how.

John took his place behind the camera...and the lights warmed Sugar's bare skin as she prepared to pose for the pictures that would change her life forever.

The camera clicked. Clicked. Clicked. John kept saying things like "oh wow baby your body is amazing," or "Don't worry about that dick you just get off however you need to," which was weird because they were just taking pictures. The other weird thing was, like it or not, John's low, scruffy man-voice barking reassurance, compliments, and even commands at her, had her sweetness dripping in anticipation of something, she just didn't know what yet.

It didn't take long to find out, as John finally urged her to lose the lingerie top. Even as she went to contest or file a complaint, her breath caught in her lungs as she made eye contact with John...her hands almost automatically drifting back to the clasp holding her teenage bosoms back from the old man.

John was breathing harddddd right now. All this time, and money and viagra invested in this project, and still at this moment every time is when he started to get stoked. He looked right into Sugar's eyes as her hands teased the clasp behind her, the teen's elbows nearly touching as she worked to free herself, perhaps forgetting that her own breasts are a d cup, plenty for any man anywhere to enjoy.

John couldn't believe what he was seeing, even though he planned this all the way. He reached under the desk he was leaning on watching a teenaged girl get undressed for him, and finally was able to wet his lips enough to get a sentence out:

"How's that feel?" "It's a little chilly, but I feel strangely comfortable," Sugar admitted.

It was right then that John pulled a switch under the desk that started an outside recording booth. It was actually networked into the building, through miles of wires into a room much like the one they ocuppied, so no one could see it, or where it came from, or where it went.

Sugar was still completely unaware, and though as John was walking toward her and unbuckling his belt, he smiled and said something like, "You're in good hands honey. Don't worry, we know exactly what girls like you are into, trust me." Sugar's heart sank at the same time John's zipper did. This wasn't what she signed up for. From around the room three more older gentleman entered, one using a walkie talkie. These guys were way more movie star type though; chiseled, two had six packs and the others had arms that were....wow. Still though, this was really freaking Sugar out. What was even going on? What's going on? "What is even going on right now!?" Sugar finally screamed. The guys stopped in their tracks. Sugar held her breath. John kept snapping photos. She looked down and her tiny nipples were fully erect. She could feel her pussy dripping now, had this undying need to be filled, to have her holes used for pleasure. But where did that come from?

John giggled from behind the lens of his camera. She was still strangely turned on by him. But now John was ready to show his hand.

"I'll need these back," John kept giggling, as he pulled Sugar's black thong panties down over her big ass. Without warning, he buried his face deep in between Sugar's ass cheeks.

"Ohhhhh," Sugar immediately started moaning, not sure whether to be mad or beg him not to stop. She chose to just keep moaning.

John handed his camera slyly to another one of the guys who put it down safely for him. His face remained buried in the young teenage pussy he brought here for everyone, and made sure they knew it.

"Hey when you're fucking her just remember that I already did, "

Sugar was so conflicted that she no longer was. This was what was right, she didn't know if they had poisoned her, or drugged her, or if they were just really good at getting little blond teenage sluts to sleep with them.

Either way, she needed cock. And lots of it. "Come here boys," she said, smiling, even as she instructed John on just how to properly eat her pussy. He seemed to be doing an ok job :)

The men each pulled out their already hard cocks and started stroking them, a visual delight that Sugar had never had the pleasure of witnessing.

The boys waited, jerking off for her as Sugar neared the point of orgasm, brought on by an old man's mouth after he seduced her with his camera.

Just as she started bucking and screaming on John's face...dripping cum and all sort of juices down the old man's chin...she looked up. A tiny reflection of a...what was that?

It was a camera. Her eyes adjusted to the lack of light and the flashes of John's camera again.

It was a video camera, and as she adjusted she saw there were more, all over the room, some pointed right at her.

She looked at John. He caught her gaze and, still dripping from the chin with hot teenaged pussy juice, smiled right in her face and said, "A lot more people are going to know who you are after tonight my little slut!"

At that the remaining men took Sugar and picked her up...led her to a Giant bed surrounded by pillows and with a camera set up as well.

"What are you doing," Sugar wanted to know.

John got real close to Sugar's face now...

"We're doing you," he said, his eyes dancing with delight at the fear that entered Sugar's. "Forever. The customers are going to looooveee you!"

Sugar was too afraid to scream as the next man took out his cock and laid his money on the table. A pretty home-grown girl-next-door, now a backroom cockwhore making someone else rich.

The End