RickGems
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LIKE A FISH TO WATER
Marta was an amazing young woman. She was raised in an upper middle class family in Central America and always had a sense of adventure. With her education and tenacity, she left home to travel in her early 20's. These foreign exposures not only expanded her character and understanding of the human condition, but they exposed her to hidden desires she quelled growing up and never thought possible.
Marta would play with sensation secretly; out of the prying eyes of her siblings and parents. It was a delicious secret that gave her hours of joy; AND enhanced orgasms. She'd ended up in Canada, where her secret sensation play was not only shared openly by others, but was proliferate. These demonstrations were hosted in publicly accessible kink parties with thousands of others regularly partaking.
In a small city with perfect year round climate, Marta had met Randal. He was a couple decades older but so genuine in his personality that he was endearing. He had an even more fringe kink that Marta began learning about with abandon and voracious intent. He spoke openly about the joy he received from his female partner being able to have other lovers while he was sexually denied to her. It was even more shocking to Marta that Randal was single! Why wouldn't women be clamouring at his door for this type of stable and deeply loving relationship style. After thoroughly examining Randal's kinky social media presence and activity, Marta had a plan.
Chapter One
Marta met Randal while attending one of his naked social events. A little later, at her first local dungeon party, they had chatted briefly and he'd offered his body up for her to experiment with sensation play using some tools in his car. They had a delightfully fun scene together, before she went off to connect some more with a younger guy she'd met that evening, Clark. This man ooozed sexuality and Marta couldn't help herself but be drawn to him. Marta and Clark even made out for a while in the dungeon after her slightly sadistic excitement with Randal, before she took the younger hunk home for a very satisfying romp. Clark certainly wasn't the relationship type though, and she bid him goodbye around 4:30 AM before slipping in between the covers of her freshly made bed for a well-earned slumber.
Clark arrived first for the bonfire gathering at Randal's place. He grabbed a seat and was introduced around by the capital "E" extroverted host. A short while later Marta arrived and took a proffered seat next to Clark. Everyone shared some introductions around the circle before people started cooking their meals over the open flame... After many hilarious stories and a few rounds of marshmallow slow cooking Marta called out to Randal part way to the other side of the circle... This meant her voice was projected and most others heard her charged words, "You allow sexual and kink activities around here Randal, right?" As soon as Randal's attention was on her attentively listening, Marta simultaneously reached her hand across the chair armrest to rest in Clark's crotch. Randal was instantly captivated as he stumbled out an affirmative answer.
Marta then snapped her fingers to Randal and pointed down at the ground in front of Clark. Randal was a little confused, but went and knelt in front of the younger stud she had been making out with at the kink party. OMG, Marta couldn't believe that worked! He was clearly smitten with her, and as much as Randal didn't fully realize it, her with him. Randal was on his knees staring at her, awaiting further directions. She asked him and a sweet, soft voice, "what do you think of Clark, this magnificent specimen of a man in front of you?" Randal was not feeling at all awkward and did not hesitate with his reply that she clearly found him attractive. Marta grabbed his chin with a menacing but gentle grip and projected more forcefully, "that's not was I asked sweetie..." letting her vague prompt hang in the air.
There was no way Randal felt he could actually say aloud that he thought Clark was a bit arrogant due to his athletic build and the way all the women looked at his body longingly. All that came from Randal's mouth as he tried to establish some wording that would be kind, but not an outright lie, was, "Ummmmmmm..." saving him, Marta interrupted, "look at the delicious surprise underneath my hand." Her words were an absolute mandate rather than a casual suggestion. She was embracing her inner-Dominant quite easily with Randal it seemed.
Randal's unease suddenly disappeared as she'd refocused his attention to the magnificent bulge under her hand that she'd been rubbing delicately throughout this conversation. He confidently, yet softly said to her, "Yes, he has an impressive seeming cock." The word didn't catch in his throat like Randal expected. It was easy to say in semi-admiration.... Randal's penis wasn't super small; just entirely average. The difficulty was that his heart medication negated all erections in the last year or so. He'd read an erotic story where a dominant female insisted her cuckold husband only ever call his appendage a penis due to it's smaller size; never to be labeled a cock again. Randal had subconsciously adopted this terminology for himself. A cock was only applicable to a bull's genitalia that could fuck women nicely and pleasure them for an hour or maybe even more?
Randal had spoken too softly such that barely anyone else heard his mesmerized words of admiration. Marta spoke with a slightly icy edge to her voice immediately letting Randal know that displeasing her would not be fun for him. Understanding her desire to watch Randal humiliate himself, he gleefully projected to ensure all those around the fire pit could hear his admission above the din of the music and sing-song crackle of the fire. Randal was desperate not to displease this amazing woman including him in her sexy scene and forced himself to keep his voice solid and loud enough for all for the rest of their conversation.
Randal absolutely reveled in this open humiliation Marta was exerting and began to harden slightly. For some unknown reason he had chosen to wear a chastity cage today to not be embarrassed about his potential lack of growth at this naked friendly gathering he was hosting. This proved to be an oversight with the shameful eroticism that his libido was reacting to. As his penis adjusted and grew within the visible confines of the clear tube, he needed to adjust things through his shorts a bit. Even though Randal's face didn't leave Clark's jeans, Marta easily noticed the self touching her captive seemed to be doing. She admonished him with a laughingly harsh question, "are you getting excited looking at the real man's cock in front of you sweetie?" Her voice was magical! Even with that insult, Randal grew even more excited with Marta subversively pointing out his excitement to anyone else listening. Randal mused to himself that the sing-song voice she used to call him "sweetie" was slightly demeaning but oh! So endearing and commanding.
Marta continued on with her plan, "I really want to see his cock.... Don't you darling?" These pet names were confusing to Randal. He was pretty sure they were constantly directed at him, but they had not spoken about any such arrangement previously, so he was constantly caught off-guard for a brief moment each time, before his cheeks and heart warmed to her addressing him these ways. "Yes 'Mmmm" he quickly replied just to agree with anything this amazing angel before him said. Marta then taunted him in faux admonishment, "then get it out for me please Sweetie!" Randal dared not look at Clark in the eyes, never mind anyone else around the circle! He was enthralled by her voice and Marta's command over him.
As soon as Marta's hand was removed from Clark's jeans, the bulge showed prominently. Randal reached up to slowly slide the zipper down on Clark's jeans. Marta was murmuring in expectant pleasure quite loudly enough for EVERYONE else to hear how turned on she was. Clark simply sat there with his cocky grin looking at Randal expectantly. Randal put the stud's smugness out of his mind and gently worked on pulling Clark's pants down without much help from Clark. After a few moments, Clark's semi-hard beautiful cock was out in the open. Marta wasted no time and leaned over the two chair armrests to deftly swallow Clark's half hard magnificence fully in her mouth. Her warm, wet oral ministrations quickly made this magnificent instrument too large for her mouth. Still she continued giving attention all over his knob and down the shaft. Everyone else was captivated by her sloppy devotion to Clark's cock.
After a time, Marta let out a very audible and satisfied, "Mmmmmmmm...." before she lifted her head up and one hand idly stroking Clark's shaft. Marta gently grabbed Randal's chin again and brought his face to hers, directly over the monster below. "Kiss me Sweetie!" she demanded to him, drunk with pleasure. Randal absolutely did so, expecting a short bout of lips touching. Instead her tongue quickly pried open his lips and roamed around... Randal noticed a slightly tangy, salty flavour, but closed his eyes in devotion to her secret script. After a few minutes, Marta reluctantly pulled her face away and dreamily commented, "You're delightful. Wasn't it amazing that our first kiss ever was cock-flavoured with this stud's pre-cum rolling around in our mouths together?!" Randal was a little taken aback at this announcement, but was simultaneously so smitten with Marta that he would have debased himself in any manner that gave her pleasure. He mulled over that stark announcement, 'our first kiss'... That meant there would be more; and Randal was suddenly over the moon!
Marta stood up and snapped her fingers again, pointing at the ground in front of her chair, "sit here Sweetie, then you can watch that beast and see how well he fucks me!" Randal got into that position and Marta quickly jumped up, kneeling on the chair and holding on to the backrest. She looked over her shoulder at Clark and and almost shouted with deep desire, "Pleeeeeeaaaaassssse fuck me now! I sooo need to feel you again. Ugh!" Clark's cock was fully enraged now, ready for anything. He paused in position, gently touching around her vulva with it, but refusing to enter. He simply said two words, "Beg Me". Marta was frustrated and a few words of profanity escaped her soft, delicate lips along with a formidable combination of words as she passionately begged to be fucked. Clark practically had a giggle in his voice and said, "Not you.... Him" while pointing at Randal's eyes which were suddenly and horrifically looking back at this bull, wondering when a challenge for the rude behaviour would become necessary. Marta snapped Randal's attention back to the required task at hand by almost screaming at him to convince Clark to give her some relief. Randal quickly siad aloud for all to hear, "please fuck her Clark, She really needs to feel you." Clark cocked his eyebrow, clearly seeking an elaboration. Randal composed himself as Marta was groaning in exasperated need, "Please fuck Marta with your beautiful cock Clark. She really needs you." Randal was pleased with this convincing sentence and getting more turned on at having to say so out loud.
Clark smirked again and calmly directed his words to everyone while staring Randal in the eyes, "I'd like to hear what YOU need Randal. Share with everyone here what you want from me." Oh! The anguish! Randal loved it though, it fed his shameful soul. Lightening fast, Randal composed a more elaborate message to relay and then self-assuredly began, "Please clark, I REALLY need you to fuck her and give Marta all the pleasure with your cock that I simply can't. Please satisfy her desires to orgasm all over you while I watch in devoted rapture. Please Clark, no more teasing both of us and give all three of us the pleasure we desperately desire by fucking her needy, greedy pussy."
That did the trick! He was so turned on saying those deeply humiliating words out loud, but Randal was backed into a corner! If he ever had a chance to kiss her again, he had to please Marta and do whatever it took for her satisfaction. As Clark slid easily inside her lips Randal indeed saw every skin blemish and bump of the two of them. Randal was so crazily turned on right now, his excitement betrayed by the locked cage around his penis. The anguish! All he could do was distract himself by focussing on the immense pleasure of the couple in front of his eyes. Soooooo much pleasure! The sounds those two were making were indescribably erotic and filled with urgency. Watching them was practically even worse torture.
After a couple nice orgasms, Marta squirted on Randal's face on her third. He cherished her accidentally shared wetness and evidence of her incredible pleasure. This whole scenario of humiliation had supercharged everyone including Clark, and before long he was bucking and slamming extra hard into Marta's amazing cheeks with a profoundly satisfying orgasm. His irregular and intense thrusting triggered another fantastic orgasm for Marta. Clark eventually pulled out. A little bit of semen was leaking out, but most was deep inside. Marta was exhausted and casually waved Randal out of the way so she could sit. She was in such a blissful state, but still managed to snap her fingers to Randal again and pointed at her pussy. OMG! Randal was beside himself, giddy with excited pleasure of potential of his fave dessert. Slowly, delicately, Randal closed his eyes and gave in to the supremely pleasurable tastes and reactions of her stunning body at his hands.
After another orgasm into Randal's beautiful mouth, Marta couldn't take anymore and shooed her hand away at him. Randal collected himself for a moment before the dire, painful strain in his chastity cage distracted him. Randal got up to feed more logs onto the fire and suddenly everyone else burst into applause! So many exclamation's of "That's HAWT!" and other compliments to the scene issued forth, but all were lost on Marta as she rode the high. After a little while, she snapped her fingers again and pointed down in front of her chair. Randal complied immediately. Marta languidly reached out to bring his chin in closer again, and then slurring said, "ya know that hilarious sentiment that IF I LICKED IT, IT'S MINE Randal nodded in conquered delight, awaiting her to lean down and fulfil that threat. Instead, Marta spread her legs a little more, slouched in her seat a bit more and unleashed a solid stream of urine at Randal's face. She adjusted and cocked her hips in all different configurations to completely glaze his face. Marta then leaned down to give Randal some delicate kisses all over his urine-soaked face.
It's a good thing you are an amazing fuck!" said Clark after watching Marta touch her lips all over Randal's piss-infused face,"cause you are almost too nasty for me! LOL kissing his pee soaked face is too much! Stay away from my face you sadist." Everyone else laughed; more at Clark's discomfort than at his words.
Marta, with glazed eyes posited to Randal, "Would you like to make me breakfast tomorrow?" Randal was once again confused but delighted at the prospect of spending more time together. "Absolutely" he quickly replied, "what time would you like to come back to eat?" he asked cautiously. Marta laughingly replied, "we'll eat whenever we wake up silly!"
Marta treasured his slow comprehension, and then reveled even more in his elated smile of happiness before she continued, "how else am I going to find out how cuddly you are and if you can keep me warm???" If the sun hadn't already set a few hours ago, their shadows would be seen sailing off into the sunset together, blissfully entwined with no attention paid to the tiller.
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Please note that while this story depicts non-consensual scenes which are presumed by the Dom, real life is best when negotiations happen first and are thorough. Have fun!
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