Chapter 9 - Career Choice

(Bondage, gangbang, blindfolds)

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For the past half hour, I couldn't see a thing. Mr. Poln had seen to that before he left our hotel room, by way of slipping a tight-fitting, vinyl blindfold across my eyes. Sure, I could easily lift up a hand and remove it, if...well...I wasn't also tied to a chair. Things had gotten out of hand pretty quickly that evening in our hotel room.

Before he left Mr. Poln had taken his time in preparing me, forcing me to change my clothes in expectations of what was to come. Granted, I still didn't know exactly what was headed my way, but at that point I was eager enough that I would have done anything to find out. My schoolgirl outfit had been dismissed almost immediately; folded up and put back in my backpack. Instead I wore my nylons that went up to the center of my thighs, tinting my legs an alluring, dark color. Then came my boots from the school play, tight fitting brown leather that came up to the middle of my calves. I had been stripped of my panties and my bra, and finally my glasses as Mr. Poln slid the blindfold over my face. Immediately I felt vulnerable and exposed; wearing leggings and boots that only made sense in the most fetishistic of ways, and being walked across the room with an older man's hand on my bare back.

He led me to sit down on one of the hotel chairs; an oversized thing with wide, wooden arm rests on both sides. I could hear the snap of rope as Mr. Poln descended on me, and for the next few minutes I could only whimper and gasp as he bound me to the chair. My arms were the first to be locked; pulled behind my back and tied to each other by the wrist, before moving through the framework of the chair to lock them into place. It was an uncomfortable but not painful position, though even as I tugged at my hands after he finished I knew I was utterly bound and helpless. Thinking that we were finished for the moment, I gasped as my teacher took one of my legs, and lifted it up into the air. Mr. Poln's hands worked slowly and deliberately, and I could feel the rope sliding around my leg, wrapping about my lower thigh to bind my leg to the arm rest. He continued to tie me so that my ankle was pulled down to the same armrest, and by the time he had finished my leg was suspended in the air, locked to the chair as firmly as my arms. Already I was getting excited, but I didn't dare ask Mr. Poln what was to become of me, instead I simply sat in quiet arousal as he repeated the process with my other leg.

By the end of it I was completely restrained; every limb attached to the cushioned chair, and my legs spread to reveal my sex. I was open and exposed, my legs pulled apart in such a fashion to fully show my womanhood. Bound in nylons and boots, blindfolded and finally...gagged. It came by means of a rubber ball gag, and Mr. Poln took the time to delicately press it into my mouth. I gave a little gasp around it as he secured my bite on it, and then brought the straps back to secure it on my head. Then, he allowed a hand to drift down the back of my hair, and I heard his footsteps as he made his way to the door. It opened and closed, and a few seconds later I could hear his car start, leaving me truly alone in the hotel room to ponder my situation.

The rope wasn't as rough as I had expected, which was a relief. In fact, I found it quite smooth where it gripped my thighs and my wrists, holding me firmly but not abrasively. At least when I would finally be unbound, I'd be left no worse for the wear. The blindfold excited me and the ballgag didn't take long before it started to make me drool; a few drops of my spit rolling from the sides of it to land against my exposed chest. The helplessness, the overwhelming vulnerability, and of course the position I had been set in...all of them combined to drive me to an excited, frightening high. This was something new, something I had never expected but now deeply desired. It had been a long week of sexual frustration without Mr. Poln's cock to sate me, but it felt like things were going to pay off for me very, very soon.

I couldn't wait, which naturally made the wait almost unbearable.

By the time I heard the door open again, I was wet and hot, and my chest had a thin puddle of drool rolling across it. My nipples were stiff and my sex felt like it was on fire, and with every breath I drew through my nose I could swear I smelled my own heated arousal. Surprisingly, the binding Mr. Poln had done to my legs didn't make them ache or stretch any more than a prolonged assembly back at school would, and by the time the door opened and I once again felt the breeze from outside, I knew I was ready for anything.

I was ready for Mr. Poln to return from his break, which I assumed had been a visit to a coffee shop to let his favorite student sit in wonder and arousal. I was ready for him to come back and take me while tied to the chair, and take pictures of me with cum drooling out of my pussy. I was ready to spend the evening with him, and only him, my wonderful history tea-

"Shit, so this is her? You weren't kidding, were you?"

It was a voice I didn't recognize, and suddenly I felt incalculably more vulnerable than I already had. The idea that someone else was seeing me in that position, that they were present while I was so exposed, it made my entire body burn with embarrassment, fear, and oddly enough, arousal. Some of the fear was ebbed as a more familiar voice entered the room, that of Mr. Poln, who spoke in a pleasant, casual tone.

"I wasn't." I could almost imagine the grin on his face, despite my eyes seeing nothing but darkness. His voice drew near as I heard his footsteps, and then a warm hand rested against one of my tied knees. He shook my leg from side to side as much as it would go given the confines, and it made my body sway, forcing me to show off my pussy for the new man and whoever else might be watching. "Alright, gentlemen..."

He paused there, and let the word sink in, likely for my benefit. Gentlemen? There was more than one of them? I gave a sudden whimper, my heart racing from the exhilaration and shame of the moment.

"...here's the ground rules. Nothing goes in her ass. I haven't trained it yet." Every word made me ache with tentatively fearful arousal. If nothing could go in my ass, it meant that things could go in my other holes. And if he hadn't trained my ass yet, that meant that he would, one day! It was a lot of information to process, and my heart only continued to race while I listened to my teacher continue. "Obviously, don't take any pictures. Keep the memory in your heart."

I could hear some of the men laughing, but it was hard to tell how many. I could hear two distinct voices at the least, but wasn't sure if I could pick up a third. And even then, it didn't speak for how many simply didn't find Mr. Poln's joke funny. I bit down on the ball gag and shifted in my seat, my hips rising as if I was already offering my wet and ready sex. It was almost overwhelming, and my blood was boiling while I laid there in an excitement that I could barely manage to contain. Mr. Poln's voice continued, laying down more rules for the men likely waiting to claim me.

"If you're going to cum, don't do it in her pussy." I suddenly screamed around my ball gag as Mr. Poln's hand suddenly came down, pressing against my sex and squeezing me. It was unexpected and simply divine; and the touch left my head swimming even as my voice died down. "She'll swallow whatever you give her, but we don't want any sloppy seconds, right?" After a few murmurs of agreement, Mr. Poln clapped his hands together, and I could sense him moving away from the chair. A few seconds later there was a squeak at the nearby bit, and I could envision him sitting back and getting ready to watch the fun.

"Alright, guys. Enjoy!"

With that, the evening had officially begun. The first man to step up to me had his pants around his ankles before he even got to me; I could hear them fall to the floor long before he drew near, and I could hear the extra noise of him eagerly kicking them off. Despite his eagerness he spoke to me in a clear tone, and I could tell by his voice he was an older man. Likely Mr. Poln's age, and if what I had come to recognize as the type was true to form, likely stuck in an unhappy marriage. Poor, sad men that needed a brave girl like me to help get them through the doldrums of their forties.

"So this is what you want, slut? You want to be fucked by the three of us?" There was a lot to process in his words, and I knew instantly how many I was dealing with. Beyond the revelation, and even beyond how he addressed me, I recognized an important feature of his question. Consent. For that brief instant the choice was put into my hands; whether to let these three men take me, or to dismiss the evening with a shake of my head. Almost instantly, any hesitation or worry about the evening faded away, and I knew that I was in a safe place. My trust in Mr. Poln was absolute, but the knowledge that at least the first of the three men was of similar noble stock made my worries melt away, leaving only a wet, open hole ready for cock.

I nodded, my tongue dancing across the back of my ball gag, and another long line of drool falling from my lips. I made sure to nod in large, heavy strokes of my head, making sure that there was no doubt about my agreement.

"Good slut." Came the man's respond, and from there I felt his hand lower, moving to touch my sex. I felt two fingers slide inside of me with easy, and my aroused pussy tightened its walls, practically desperate to keep him inside. I wanted anything in me; fingers, a toy, a cock...after a long week followed by an even longer half hour, there was little I wouldn't of taken as a lover at that point. His words slipped out and he gave a little laugh, his fingers pulling from me and wiping off against my lap, leaving a sticky, wet trail. "Shit, you're ready alright. Here it comes, slut."

With that, I could feel his cockhead press against my walls, and I willingly let myself be claimed. His length slid into me with ease, and my head rolled back as I let loose with a low, heavy moan around the ball gag plugging my mouth. He was thick and aroused; and my entrance was so very desperate to feel something inside. My legs couldn't move thanks to the bindings, but if they could I would have instantly wrapped them around his waist, locking my feet together to make sure I held him inside. Instead, my toes were forced to wiggle helplessly within the confines of my boots, and I was left to shiver as I felt his hands run down my nylon-clad legs, caressing me wherever the rope didn't cover my flesh. His hands left my body and I can only assume he grabbed on to the chair's armrests, because shortly after he was able to fuck into me with heavier, faster strokes.

The chair creaked as he took me, and he held nothing back with the schoolgirl he had been permitted to have. It wasn't too long into the stranger's frantic motions that my first climax of the evening overtook me, and I was left blubbering in moans and whimpers around the constricting ball gag. My climax was heavy but I had no opportunity to break away, and throughout the duration of it he continued to fuck my sensitive sex, only drawing more pleasure out of my hole. One of the other men must have approached while I was distracted, and before long I could feel one of their hands reach down to my spit-covered breast, squeezing it before turning his fingers up to pinch hard at my nipple. I whimpered and whined; barely able to process all of the things happening to my body as the bad squeezed my nipple fiercely tight, before lowering his hand to the other. While he made sport of my breasts the first stranger's pace quickened, and with every thrust that took me down to his lap he was drawing closer to his peak.

"Don't hold back, guys, we have her for a while. You'll definitely get more than one turn!" One of the men barked out, and the other two chuckled in excited agreement. I could only nod my head, their plan sounding all too delightful to me. The man having at me first quickened his pace as his climax drew near, but before his moment came he suddenly yanked his cock out, and I could feel the spray of cum against the very top of my hood. A spread of warm cream covered my clit, and it sparked within me a sudden thrashing of my hips, the disgraceful treatment triggering in me yet another climax. This time I squirted to the floor; for I could feel a rush of excitement fill me before the noise of juice striking the hotel carpet could be heard. The men all laughed, and I could feel one of them dragging a washcloth across my hood; clearing off the cum so I would be fresh for the next one.

"Squirting at her age? Holy fuck, where'd you find this girl?" One of them asked, and I could tell from the sound it was the same one stroking his fingers down my hair. He sounded black, and the mental image of how I envisioned him sent a wild thrill up my post-orgasmic body. Perhaps I'd really find out if what people said was true. With a man I'd never met, no less! Mr. Poln addressed the man's questions with a laugh, and I pictured him leaning back on the bed, watching his prize student ready to be plugged a second time.

"Wherever I got her from, I promise you they're all out. She's one of a kind." The men spoke about me like I was only barely there, or even more oddly thrilling, like I was something to be used and harnessed like a tool or a machine. By the time the second man stood between my legs and lined his cock up with my entrance, the heady delight of being used in such wild fashion had made me lose track of who was who around the room. It wasn't until I heard his voice that I could place him, or at least, draw up the mental image of what I pictured him to be.

"Gonna be rough, girl. You look damn small." It sounded like the black one again, and he pulled his cockhead away from my entrance only to suddenly let it drop, slapping against my lap. I moaned instantly around my ball gag, for if what I felt was accurate, he was simply enormous. The weight of his cock started near my hood and it went up until nearly my belly button, where he pushed the top of it down so I could feel the entire length. He was thick, and though I desperately wished I could open my eyes to confirm, I could best guess that his cock was the size of my forearm.

And for the next few minutes, it was mine.

After he let me know what was in store for me, he pushed his gigantic member against my entrance, and moved it inside with a slow and deliberate pace. My voice broke into a long moan as he did so, and my walls were stretched more than they ever had been before; my entrance forced wide open to accommodate his girth. My moans didn't stop; each one bled into the next as I lost myself entirely in the moment. Drool ran down my face from my gaping mouth, and as he pushed inside my head fell back against the headrest, my voice calling out as much as it could around the gag.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, she's tight…" He hissed, but his hands finally lowered to my waist. He pulled me down and pushed me flatter to the chair; as much as I was able to be while still bound by my arms and legs. Once he had a firm grip on me his hips drew back, and he suddenly pushed ahead with a rushing vigor. My eyes shot open behind the blindfold, and my scream pierced around the ball gag, my throat aching and my eyes watering at what soon hammered into me.

He took me deep, or as deep as he could. I couldn't match his cock all the way down to his hilt, but when he pushed inside of me I could feel his cockhead go deeper within than any man ever had. The deep wall of my womb was rammed by his head, and the feeling was terrifying and blissful all rolled into one. My body was stretched to its limit by his enormous cock, and all I could do was scream around a gag, and wildly nod my head to encourage him to give me more.

The two of us seemed made to bring the other a swift climax. He filled me to my breaking point, and I gave him the tight, velvet grip that he couldn't find with other women. We peaked at roughly the same time, but there was a single moment where it felt as if he would break one of the rules that had been given. My walls were simply too tight, and in the midst of my own orgasms I was clenching around him so hard that my entire lower body ached. He swore in frustration and a fair bit of panic, but managed to pull himself free by the time the first load came.

And I do mean the first load. What I pictured to be a thick, juicy black cock sprayed me with several ropes of cum, each one of them wildly striking my body. The first came across my face, a line that moved over my nose and even along the side of my ball gag, giving me the faintest taste of his seed. The second took my shoulder like a sniper's bullet, and I could feel the heat of his spunk sinking in against my skin. Another landed on my stomach, leaving me trembling as I felt his cum roll down the natural curves of how I was positioned, finally pooling in my belly button. The final came as he was turning away, but it seemed to be the largest. His member spasmed one final time and I could feel him plaster my right calf through the fabric of my nylons. Cum coated my muscle, and was soon left drooling down my leg only to land on the hotel carpet below.

The towel came again, as the next man cleaned me up for his use. My stomach and shoulder and calf were wiped, but he left the load that landed onto my face, casually remarking that it made me prettier. I simply nodded in submissive, agreeable delight. The third man stood before me, and I wondered to myself how he could possibly best the black man that had pushed my boundaries. In a sudden realization, he did it with two small words.

"Hey, Kim."

He gave me no more information, and not a single word of explanation before he slid into me with ease. He was nowhere near the second man's girth, but the fact that he knew my name sent dozens of red flags into my mind. His voice was familiar but difficult to place, though it was undeniable that he knew me. As his hands held my knees he started to fuck into my ready, well-used hole, and I had little recourse but to willingly give in.

While he claimed me, my mind spun with possibilities. Was he a classmate? Another teacher? Someone from my town? Each idea made my body burn with excitement, and as a result of not knowing, it only made his motions incredibly intense. He was a mystery man to me, one I could not dismiss purely by coming up with a generic template for him in my mind. He wasn't a sad-eyed married man, nor was he a large, hulking man with rich ebony skin and a stereotypically large cock. He was someone that knew me, and that knowledge filled my mind with a cast of characters I could only speculate within.

His hips were rocking back and forth with heavy thrusts, and though he couldn't go as deep as the last contender, he was clever in how he pushed to his hilt and kept himself deep inside; forcing me to take him as deeply as he could push it while he rolled his hips back and forth. I could feel his length pressing into my walls from side to side, and when he would pull back my head bobbed forward, letting go with a desperate whimper around the frame of the ball gag.

"Never knew you were such a dirty girl, Kim." He whispered, and though I tried desperately I still couldn't place his voice. He wasn't giving me any clues to work with, no hint as to whether he was from school or from some other random destination. "Now that I know, gonna have to see you more often."

I whimpered around my ball gag, and despite my fears in that moment I swiftly nodded. I knew Mr. Poln was watching, and anyone that I knew he too would know, so I could only assume that this was all a part of my teacher's grand scheme. Unlike the past two, the cock that was inside me would likely be inside again another day, and maybe at that time I would know its identity. For now, it wasn't something I was permitted.

The mystery man pulled my hair and grabbed my breast; tightening his grip as he started to pick up his pace. The chair creaked from the force of his thrusts, and he cursed under his breath as he felt his peak approaching. I myself had lost track of my climaxes; the entire evening had already caused me quite a few, and often it felt like I was simply floating from one and into the next. Still, the knowledge that I was bringing the stranger to his peak through the magic of my warm, wet hole was enough to push me to an all new height.

I screamed around my ball gag as the mystery man pulled free of my sex, and my frame was left shiver while I heard him quickly walk around my chair. A hand in my hair turned my face to the side, and I flinched as ropes of thick cum struck my face. My cheeks were coated and my ball gag was smothered in his cream, and I could even tell that it was pressed to the vinyl mask, slowly drooling down the surface of it. The mystery man gave a sigh of contentment, and his hands moved around the back of my head to undo my gag. As it fell away he let it drop to the floor, but smoothly replaced it by pushing his hips forward and bringing my mouth over the head of his still-hard cock.

My tongue flailed around the head; and I made sure to taste as much of him as I could. My head eagerly bobbed back and forth on his length, and when he gave me another small spurt of cum I was eager to swallow it down. He combed his fingers through my hair and fed me his length with a casual contentment, and after a while he pulled himself free of my mouth, guiding my lips down to the undercarriage of his member. I opened my mouth and let my tongue circle around his sweaty undercarriage, licking and teasing his sack while the men started to speak again of what to do with me.

"Let's untie her and move to the bed. I want to know what that mouth's like. Holy hell, are those braces?" The first man must've been close, watching as I bathed the mystery man's sack with my tongue. "Yeah, I need that mouth."

"Wouldn't say no to another run at that tight cunt, either." The black man spoke up, just as I felt hands against my legs, pulling my bindings free. My legs started to drop and my muscles ached as they returned to a neutral position; much more than just my holes would be sore in the morning. While they untied me the mystery man chimed in, clearly speaking in his own best, naughty interests.

"Let's keep her blindfold on." He mused, likely to tease me and lord his identity over me. "Next time I see her and make her suck my cock, I want it to be a surprise. That okay with you?" He was clearly asking Mr. Poln, who I could hear standing up from the bed before responding.

"Seems like she likes the taste." Was his response, and I nodded with a moan, my mouth still half-full of the mystery man's sweaty pouch.

The three of them carried me to the bed, and the next few hours passed by in a haze. In a single afternoon I was pushed far past any limits I knew I had, as two total strangers and one hidden acquaintance helped themselves to my body. The black man delighted in having me ride him, and while I did it I took turns sucking on the other two; always making sure that at least one of my new friends had a hand on their delicious cock. Similar to our first encounter when it came time for him to release, it was almost too late to keep it out of me. This time it was my fault; I was so enamoured with sucking on the older man's cock that I almost didn't raise my hips in time. As it was my black friend's thick rod squirted against the outside of my lips, and it took a swipe of a towel to clean me up for my next lover.

As the mystery man took me doggy style, I found myself deepthroating the older, married man. My lessons with Mr. Poln had served me well, and throughout my spitroast both of the men commented how I handled the cock in my throat like a true, glorious slut. I even let him cum straight down my throat, which forced me to cough up his load in a painful display of choking and gagging, but it was a display I knew would come. I wanted them to see it; I wanted them to watch as I drooled and spit and made a mess against the bed. And when the mystery man fucking me from behind finally came, he pulled out and squirted it into the same pile I had spit up.

One of their hands pushed into my hair, and they rubbed my face in the mess like a dog that had misbehaved. I came on the spot, the humiliation, shame, and mistreatment making my body quake in horrendously foul delight. Up until that afternoon, one could make the case that I was a young woman led down a road of seduction by Mr. Poln. Now...I was a slut, and I had given myself fully into it. When the mystery man held my mouth open and spit into it, I swallowed eagerly. When the black man told me to hold his cock at the base and lick it like a lollipop, I didn't even hesitate. When the married man, while fucking me as we laid sideways on the bed, demanded I call him daddy, my voice cried out for him in absolute obedience. I did anything the three of them demanded, so long as they didn't violate the rules Mr. Poln had set.

I was rewarded for my obedience in blasts of cum, each one making my skin ache with desire, or my stomach fill with delicious nectar. Cum in my hair made me brush it into my locks, and cum on my nylons had one of my hands lowered, scooping it off so I could feed it to myself from my fingertips. They squirted against my hood and even against the pucker of my ass, and more than once while shooting over my face I accidentally breathed it into my sinuses, sending me a burning reminder of my shame. In their final show of dominance over me, they each came inside of one of the disposable cups from the hotel sink. I was handed a tiny cup of warm delight, and I downed it in one steady, hungry gulp before smiling wide and showing them my cum-stained braces.

I had gone down a dark road, and I simply had to know what was at the end of it. There was no going back after that day, and I knew it. It was why Mr. Poln had brought me there, and why he had spent his time training me before the event. It would've scared me away two months ago, but what a difference a few weeks made. The men all left eventually, and my naked, cum-stained body was still writhing on the bed, eager for more. Mr. Poln was obliging by allowing me to suck his cock, and I was doing it wildly, hungrily, and with a feral, craven desire that wasn't normal for a woman of any age.

I was a slut. Little more than a few warm holes and smile.

And I would never look back.

End of Chapter 9.

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