Tonight was a new level of torture. I was quite used to being strapped to a bench for hours, unable to move anything other than my fingers and toes. And it was totally normal that I had two women—one straddling my dick, one sitting on my face—casually sharing a nice meal at the table placed over my mid-section. It had taken a few weeks before I could keep my dick hard (without cumming) for the full 5 course meal, and there had been a few suffocating moments under some rather gassy women. But in my 8 months working at Gushers Bar and Grille, I had never endured such a painful conversation between my two riders as that night.

The woman sitting on my face kept droning on about her son’s art teacher, who apparently couldn’t “recognize talent.” I picked up the pace a bit with my tongue so that she’d at least pause due to arousal. Unfortunately, her friend was happy to fill the brief silence with her trauma realizing two of her ex-colleagues had unfollowed her. I could tell she was truly upset, as her pussy clenched itself around my cock with each animated exclamation. Since my hips were cinched firmly to the bench, there was no way for me to instigate an orgasm for her.

Somewhere after the appetizer, I felt Instagram girl’s fingers playing with her clit and her vagina become noticeably wetter. As her hips began to lightly gyrate—totally unnoticed by her friend who was gabbing on about genius being hard to recognize at a young age—I sensed an opportunity. I picked up the pace with my tongue, and was able to elicit a similar reaction. As both women became more and more aroused, I could hear that my plan was working: they stopped talking!

With one woman’s hands wrapped around my neck while she humped my face, and the other digging her inch-long nails into my abs while she slid herself up and down my drenched shaft, I could feel both women getting closer and closer. My face rider was really getting into it, and was barely giving me a chance to breathe. Finally as a I was starting to see black at the edges, she abruptly stopped humping, clenched her thighs in a vice around my head, and squirted all over my face. Whether it was her moaning or the audible rush of liquid, it triggered my dick rider to also sink her nails even deeper into my skin and shudder her way through a much dryer orgasm.

The women steadied themselves in a blissful silence, and I did my best to quietly gasp for some much needed oxygen. Right on cue, the waiter came over to set down the mains, but one of the women stopped him: “hang on, before you put that down, we’re going to switch spots.”