I wrote this for another thread but thought I should share it in here.
The first time I ever took a facial was after college with my current man. As some of you know, I call him MyPervertedMan. When I think of this story, he is aptly named. This was years before I had ever tried multiple partners and even farther from the launching of my site. I was an innocent country girl living in the big city for the first time. I was with a much older man, a mysterious photographer in NYC, who commuted from the west of the USA for his assignments. It was the third date, I think, and he had brought some industrial shrink wrap from work. I guess I might have mentioned on the previous date that he could restrain me. I remember being totally out of control while restrained. I had never done anything that kinky. On the previous date I had found out that I could sit on his dick and with very little movement, orgasm several times. I think it was the mysteriousness of this truly perverted man and the huge dick. I felt like such a dirty Whore. A recurring theme that still works. lol
Well,
he wraps me up so my arms are behind my back and then proceeds to kiss me all over, lick me to one orgasm and then has me sit on his cock for two more orgasms. Coming to think about it, I think that was the first time I had ever tried anal, I don't think it went all of the way in but I definitely orgasmed over trying. So dirty. I was totally worked up. He was taking pictures with a polaroid and then showing me and saying things like, "You look so hot!" "Do you like the way you look with a cock in your mouth?" Of course, I did. I kept getting more and more excited. I felt like a fuck doll because, of course, I didn't have any control. I wasn't a Whore. I wasn't a Slut. I was just tied up and couldn't say no.

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Well, he stands up on the bed and I start sucking him and he tells me "I am going to shoot my cum all over your face. Is that ok?" There was something about all of the rude things we were doing and the very considerate way that he asked that I couldn't resist. It was such a turn on not to have control and yet have control. I felt safe to try anything. I just mumbled "yes". It was a blur. I think the only reason I remember that I took a facial was the polaroids. I
should ask him to get them out and make some scans for you guys.
Piper
P.S. As hot as that recollection might be, I figured I would add a note so you don't expect wonders from your current GFs/Wives. After this time, I wouldn't admit when not having sex to ever being so out of control. I would do it again when we were in bed but when I wasn't all turned on, I would act like it never happened. It took some time to come to grips with my sexual needs. They were so far from the norm and still are. Now I just don't care what people think.