Henry and Charlie were very happy to have their own personal Sex Slut.
They had no idea that I wasn't a slut at all, I just loved sex with dirty old men. I was their counterpart, a dirty younger woman. In the end I think it was a definition of the word not the woman. How could they know I was a more than willing participant in all they wanted to do.
I was a happy woman, fulfilling my secret obsession. This need and want started when I was walking in a park; I was nineteen, now I was living it again. I will tell you how it all started, I promise, that's quite a tale to tell, but I'm sure you want to know what happened with the table.
Charlie brought the table that Henry talked about into the room and he opened it up. At first glance, it looked like an everyday folding table, it had hidden secrets.
"Get up on the table and put your pussy down here, right on the edge, as close as you can." I got on the table as Henry had instructed and laid back.
The table was lower than a kitchen table and wider. It was covered in a fabric that was very easy to move on. Henry reached down under the front of the table and he pulled up two stirrups, I'd seen them before.
"Put your feet in these, move down here, to the very edge."
As my feet rested into the stirrups, Henry pulled up the straps. I tried to keep my knees together but they fell to the side and opened wide. In this position I wouldn't be able to close my legs and my pussy was fully exposed. Henry wrapped the straps around my ankles and it was clear I would not be able to move or lift my legs in any way.
My captor walked to the other head of table and took two more boards from underneath on his end that came up where my arms were. "Put your arms on these boards."
He strapped my arms down so I could only move my hands from my wrists. My head lay in a cutout that kept it from moving side to side.
I was beginning to see the purpose of the table. I was tied down and they could do whatever they wanted. This could prove to be a very interesting situation.
While Henry secured me to the table, Charlie was removing something from the ceiling above me. When he took down the panel I looked up and saw my body tied down, the whole table in the mirror.
The entire length and width of the table was centered directly under that mirror. From the position I was placed in I would be forced to observe everything that happened to me, I would witness everything they did. This silent spectator, viewing, the things they would do held even more surprises, some I wouldn't know about until some time later.
"Look at her Charlie, she's ready. We can suck this cunt, we can fuck her in the mouth, this hot pussy, and you can fuck them big tits you love so much when you're ready. Now, not only can we see what's going on, so can she. You're going to love watching my big piece of meat here do a job on your pussy. Charlie can suck them nipples all day and all night. We made this ourselves for just a day like this one. Thanks to you and your hot need to be had by old men we're finally getting the chance to try it out. Now, Charlie and me, we did some talking about you little lady. We've figured out that having a greedy mouth on your nipples is something that really gets your motor running. Add a real fine gent like me, who loves sucking on hot hard swollen clits, you have it all. It looks like we have everything in place; I'd say it's time to get to it."
Charlie reached out and began squeezing my breasts; I couldn't help but look up. Seeing his hands doing what I loved most was pretty stimulating for me.
My bra covered only half of my very large orbs. It was clear both visually and personally my nipples were already in a state of excitment. I could feel them swell and it hurt so nice.
Charlie cupped a globe in each hand and he raised his thumbs and fore finger to imprison my nipples. I watched his fingers as they expertly rolled my nubbins around. He would pull them, twist and let them go. The pain was exquisite pleasure. The mirror was like a camera and I was watching a live exhibition.
I could feel something between my legs and I looked up to see Henry rubbing the head of his big hard stick against the lips of my pouting pussy. His eyes caught mine in the mirror and he stopped, let go of his pleasure pounder and replaced it with his tongue. He had placed a chair in front of the table and when seated his face was staring at my wet pussy. He barely had to move to reach out with his whip like tongue and begin the assault he planned for my love button.
Henry placed his fingers on either side my swollen lips, when he pulled them back, my hard swollen clitoris was exposed and at his mercy.