Sparkly Rainbow Diamond Ch 03 Shared

This is a mixture of fantasy and real life, a wish list, inspired by my experiences in relationships and an explosive (non physical) whirlwind of a headfuck which opened my eyes wide. Really wide. The title is a tribute to a special person who instantly struck me as 'A Sparkling Rainbow Diamond on a beach of pebbles'. All are over 18 and willing participants.

Constructive feedback is welcomed and appreciated, it will help me with future submissions.

Shared

My slave, we are at a crossroads. Adding another party to our play could easily upset our fragile dynamics. We both know it is especially difficult walking the path between living a life solely on instruction, and both being engaged in the bargaining, each willingly playing agreed roles.

This all started with a flippant comment my slave made about a 'third'. I responded saying how after our 'switch' session I liked the idea of a night off. Counter to our usual master/slave positions, we talked more openly and equally about introducing another to our play and granted her wish. Little did I know.

Regardless of my doubts, we find ourselves here, after hundreds of texts, talks, awkward meetings. We've set the ground rules - anything goes, we all stay safe, we part happy. I'm anxious but can't let it show.

'I look deep into your eyes, bursting with tears, pussy filled, fist clenching within.

You see me, glazed with sweat, ass filled, fist clenching within'

Joining us as controller of our extreme games is Blunt. Maestro of our performance, she has called and we have answered. And what a performance she draws from us.

From the time we sat on her sofa, innocently chatting, right up to this point, she has predicted every move, anticipated each step and delighted in our pain, pleasure and humiliation.

Not daring to deviate from her preparation instructions we are both hydrated, full to overflowing. You know what is coming next, we both love this game. Leaving the sofa - on Blunt's instruction - we moved to the bathroom.

Like a circus ringmaster she directs us to the floor, the tiles cold on my back, hard on your knees. With significant self control we start, aiming to draw this out, enjoy this together. She wants to see every drop, every mouthful. We alternate, you fill my mouth, warm and sweet, your pace means I can swallow every drop. She squeals, clapping. STOP. You cease your flow, well done. My turn to deliver now, I start. She is wide eyed, close to your face as you are splashed by my cock, catching all you can from this fountain, gulping again and again. She tells me to pause, then swats your ass demanding you clean up the overspill. You slurping at the puddle in my navel provokes Blunt's giggle. We all giggle.

Again! Again! Again! Like a child with a new toy, Blunt moves to watch you burst into my mouth. Her face is now close to mine, but her eyes are on your stream, she watches me swallow, struggling to keep up - you are in full flow - she delights in my success. Not a drop spilled! You are empty. Pride in my achievement is soon dispelled and it's my turn to deliver again. Your being on top means gravity is against you but she's thought of that. You engulf me as instructed, now you must keep up, I try to help but I'm releasing volumes, you do so well. Sensing my diminishing flow - your slowed gulps are the tell - Blunt insists you keep a mouthful for inspection.

You rise, mouth and belly full. She grips your face, forcing your mouth open, her fingers dip in, rubbing your teeth, getting to know your mouth. Incorrectly I silently guess she will kiss you, collecting her prize. But no, she turns you to me, telling me to accept her present.

You and I kiss and steal an intimate look, I swallow what was previously mine.

Blunt announced that all this wet play has left her in need of relief herself. Each of us has all of the others fluids, but have no hesitation in accepting more.

She perches on the edge of the bath, knees apart, showing herself off, proud of her body.

We must kneel on all fours, ready to lap her treat from its source. Cheek to cheek, you and I are close, facing her pussy, not knowing who should be first, but it turns out that it doesn't matter. With a squeal reminiscent of a playground she yells 'wheeeeeeeee!!' , and that's exactly what she does. Flooding our faces, mouths, hair and breasts we are soaked. It is warm, delicious, and full force. I shut my eyes and let her warm spray wash over me. I am liking the slutty feeling. You catch all you can, passing me to swoop with your tongue, cleaning her skin, tasting her pussy, ignoring me. That doesn't feel so good.

After a brief tidy up and relocation to the bedroom, she reveals her toys. You are hooked up with a slender strap on, her weapon is significantly larger. The prize she wants today is the destruction of my ass. We maneuverer as she wishes. Me on my front, cock ignored, she just can't face me. She looks at you, in position behind her, awaiting direction. Clearly your role is to heighten her mood and service her. Now feeling very anxious, I pray she uses this monster as considerately as you would. My prayers are not answered.

Blunt moves quickly, disregarding my body language, and she slides in, to the hilt. Her tum on my bum, I am breathless, no more than a cushion. I wrestle with the shock and pain, waiting for the 'good bit' that you would usually provide. It doesn't come.

She's like the skipper of a yacht with you as her number two, I'm feeling like the slave on a galley. Blunt is singing instructions to you and you easily find her rhythm. I am grateful as it is your activity that eases her punishment of me.

I am now a distraction, merely a receptacle for her toy. As she focuses on her own peak she pauses, as deep as she can in me, coaching you, moving you faster. You are well versed with a strap on so you work her hard, with a shuddering moan she allows you to claim her sweet climax.

You are elated that you brought her to peak as it is quite a privilege. I, on the other hand, am still bruised - emotionally and physically - still very much discarded.

On catching our breath and shedding the toys, Blunt is now going to push her own boundaries, searching for new gratification.

Until now she was replaying previous experiences, but by her own confession this will be a first for her.

Side by side on our backs on the bed, we hold hands as we raise our legs. Yours look fabulous, though I don't usually see them from this angle. Blunt now getting that prime seat.

A little lube and both her hands are glistening. I'm pleased she is starting slowly - still being raw and tender - she plays us both simultaneously, like a piano. Fingers, one two three, three two one, in, out, dipping in our warm eager bodies. Her thumbs stretch up, tickling your bud, assaulting my balls. You are in heaven, I am in hell.

You seeing her treatment of me switches something in you. You like the view, the spectacle, the dethroning of your master.

She has to prioritize one hand to be 'first in', she chooses me allowing her to then take her time with you. I feel her straining to enter, it feels good but my reach for satisfaction is cut short with the rough, violent movement, almost punching. I relax, bear down, and try to swallow this fist on her next stroke. With stars in my eyes and burning sensation everywhere, I manage it. She grunts recognition, my part in her scheme is now done. She rests her hand in my clenching ass and turns her attention to you.

This is what she is really orchestrated this whole session for. She lovingly teases and squeezes your pussy, pushing fingers further and then relaxing, she's warming you up. I love to see the joy in your face.

You are now dripping, her fingers a moving part of you. As she urges you on, calming you, stretching you, she is getting close to her goal. You know that you will feel complete once she sinks her whole hand, to the wrist.

Her rhythmic pounding increases, she's almost in, you are seconds away. Your eyes meet hers, you scream and with last push she is fully in! You look at the joining of you and her, not believing what you see, your eyes widen. Your ass lifts off the bed, you are like a woman possessed, clenching, writhing. You land, gasping. But she's only just started. You hardly have time to catch your breath and she working you, stirring up your deepest desires. We all know that when you peak it will be with every fibre of your body.

You have caught your breath, accommodated her fist, and as your mind floats, Blunt sits back on her heels, viewing her battle ground and the conquest she has made. Two hands, completely embedded in two people. She fucking did it. Her pride obvious to both of us.

The previously slowed pace of her full hand deep inside you is rising, feeling every wiggle of her fingers, you move with her, faster and faster, eventually meeting her and driving hard and deep. She is aware that you are close to climax, I wonder how much you can take. No-one cares what I think.

I look deep into your eyes, bursting with tears, pussy filled, fist clenching within.

You see me, glazed with sweat, ass filled, fist clenching within.

Time for her to focus on what she came for, coaxing from you your biggest orgasm ever.

Luckily for me she is careful removing her hand from my ass, moving slowly it slides out. Blunt catches my eye as she does this, her look almost apologetic.

You have her complete attention now, she certainly has yours. Moving almost lovingly, with several long deep thrusts, you are absorbed, a slave to her rhythm. As you become entranced, she pulls from you completely, raising her fist in the air. Feeling this void you spasm, dizzy and disoriented, pussy glorious and scarlet. You are wholly gripped by the most elating orgasm of your life. You spray like never before, immediately full force, squirting golden nectar all over her, the bed, her face, you exhale and push again. You seem unstoppable. It is a delightful sight, though I'm not best placed to see it.

Blunt bounces like an excited puppy, seeing feeling and tasting the result of her work. As you subside and return to earth she kisses your belly, working her way down, soothing and calming your tender still-pulsing pussy. Your hands go to her head, kneading her hair, though you can't take any more stimulation. She senses this, so switches to the lightest of kisses. She looks up at you over your mound, I see you grinning at each other.

It was very impressive on both your parts. I feel a pang of jealousy, an internal warning sign.

Soon we feel the chill, I suspect there would be no moving either of you if that weren't the case.

The end is unspoken and slightly uncomfortable, but we all know we have completed our parts of the game, at least you two have. I'm feeling cheated.

I rise to leave - intending to hastily dress, get home and talk this over with you, tired but safe as we cuddle.

But no. You tell me you are staying with Blunt. You explain that you've found a missing piece in your life, Blunt has certainly found her piece.

Reluctantly I admit to myself that you look perfect together. Both wet, tired, clearly elated in the afterglow of extreme intimate passion.

The precarious balance that you and I had shared is now smashed.

And that was the last I saw of you. Blunt took you from me. You couldn't help it, she couldn't help it. This was your destiny. You went with my blessing, me knowing you were going to be safe, fulfilled, complete, forever.

I continue to search the beach of pebbles for another 'Sparkly Rainbow Diamond'.