The Curvy Table

So, first of all, how do you like my table, dear?

It doesn’t really matter, but are you comfortable?

Yeah, sure you are.

Deceivingly curvy, isn’t it?

You won’t be comfortable for too long, honey.

Looks OK from far away, but once you’re on it, the perspective changes, doesn’t it?

I have thought of taking the cushion off for a little extra, but I’m too nice.

So, you’re a lucky girl!

You’re probably wondering what I use this thing for.

Face fucking tied up girls.

It’s just perfect for that.

No, you ain’t the first.

Huh? What about the others?

They get on it thinking I am going to give them an orgasm or something.

How fucking boring is that?

No, I have other ideas and they get religion real fast.

By the time they get situationd, it’s too late. Way too late.

Poor girls.

I do feel sorry for them sometimes, but I get over it.

It’s funny to watch their expressions change when theyrealize what I am actually going to do.

And they really can’t say no.

I just keep tightening things up until they say yes.

No, they don’t really say “yes” per se, but it’s a “yes”, believe me.

What else can they do?

A “heads I win, tails you lose” kinda thing.

They realize quickly that they’re really not in a very good negotiation position.

Naked, tied up, stretched out, almost upside down.

Their options are pretty limited.

I usually leave the heels on them.

I like heels.

The higher, the better.

They start seeing things my way real fast.

I’m glad I’m not them.

But, I know their game.

“I’ll get him off real fast with tongue and mouth”.

“I’m good at that”.

“Then I can get off this fucking thing”.

No, no, no. It’s not that easy, honey.

Think I’m fucking stupid?

There’s no worry at all.

No now, anyway.

I’ll let them lick the head a little until I am good andhard.

Then I’ll slide it in maybe just a little to give them a sneak peak.

And hold it there.

The drool forms up and maybe a few gag noises if I go in a bit too far.

Deliberately, of course.

I should do a recording or something.

But I generally like to save the deep throat thing for later.

You can’t beat that for noise and drool.

They know it’s coming, they just don’t know when.

I’m not that big, but I bet it feels bigger upside down.

In, pull back. In, pull back.

More drool.

And their tits and nipples are right there.

I love it when you can work the controls.

A clothespin if I get any teeth.

A smack with a crop if I think they’re rushing me.

Do it right and it will all be a lot easier for both of us.

Yes, keep the tongue moving.

If they get me too excited, I will pull out and talk some shit for awhile.

Walk around maybe.

They are more than happy to listen.

Then it’s right back in.

Same result if they start to complain.

Admittedly, I do try to keep their spirits up with a little pussy or nipple lick here and there.

Maybe let them think that I am weakening a little.

But no, that’s really just to prolong the age.

And, let’s face it – it’s mostly about my cock in their gaping mouths.

The only time I am really weak is during that first, unstoppable spurt down their throats.

But, by then, it’s too late for them.

They can do nothing but take it.

And take it they do.

Yeah, they walked in all nice and made up, smiley and happy, smelling good.

“So nice to see you”.

Yeah, OK.

Both their look and mood changes real fast on the curvy table.

I love it when the cum and drool winds up all over their faces and hair.

It’s fun to watch it slowly migrate all over their faces.

It drools down their cheeks, up their noses, in their eyes.

Sometimes they’ll move their heads left or right to disperse the blobs.

Or if they feel one going in bad direction.

That does work a little.

But I’ll smack them if I see them do it.

The hair becomes a sticky, tangled mess.

The make-up runs from the slipe going in the wrong direction.

Yes, honey. Gravity sucks, doesn’t it?

They maybe sweat a little, which I think is sexy.

I might lick a little of it off if I feel nice.

The lipstick is gone, the rope starts to hurt and the table’s curve seems to get worse.

Some of them try to swallow it all, some of them don’t.

Or maybe can’t.

It bubbles out of their mouths, down their necks.

I’ve even seen it go in their ears.

Not easy when you’re upside down, I guess.

I actually like the ones who don’t swallow.

The visual is so much better.

All that drool and cum with nowhere to go.

But up.

Or down, depending upon your perspective.

Eventually, I do let them off. Eventually.

Yes, I do love them.

I worship them.

But they can’t know that.

And I don’t tell them.

When it’s all over, they worship me as their savior.

How about you be next?