Showing Off Kristi

Kristi’s boyfriend is a sharing sort of fellow, it turns out, especially when his friends come to town. Fortunately, Kristi likes it, even if she does need a little encouragement by way of the handcuffs and a paddle:

“See that?” Mark asked, indicating the state of my nipples with my mahogany paddle. They were rock hard and getting harder by the moment. “Two things turn a girl’s high beams on like this,” he said. “And one of them isn’t ice.” Very deliberately, very slowly, he took my left nipple between his fingertips — and tweaked it hard.

“Mmnnn!” I said, jumping in surprise. The five of them laughed.

“Cut it the rest of the way off,” Mark advise Terrence, about my top. A moment later, I was topless.

“Stand up, Kristi, girl.”

I stood up.

“Work them off.”

I did as I was told, though not without difficulty. Then I stood before them, naked and trembling, a rubber ball-gag in my mouth, handcuffed behind my back, my mini-skirt puddled around my ankles, extremely nervous. Then Mark cupped my right breast.

“Who wants to go first?” he asked.

Mortified, I glanced back and forth as the guys looked
uncertainly amongst themselves, and then at Mark. None
of them looked at me.

“It’s yours for the taking,” he advised, rubbing my erect nipple with his thumb. “Terrence?”

Looking perturbed at being called upon again, Terrence nonetheless put down the scissors he was holding in his hand, moved up hesitantly to me, leaned down, and hurriedly kissed my nipple.

“Nugunnnnuh,” I moaned, shivers up and down my spine. Terrence kissed it again, then put it in his mouth and began to suck.

“Eddie?” Mark asked.

Taking up position on my other side, buoyed by Terrence’s success, Eddie took my left breast into his right hand and squeezed it. “Nice,” he said. “Really firm.”

I made noises that Eddie ignored.

“In fact,” he said, rolling my nipple between his forefinger and thumb, “this may be the best tit I’ve ever held. Or sucked on,” he said, putting me in his mouth.

I moaned again.

By now, licks of flame were dancing in my belly, and in my head. The humiliation of being spanked was like an open wound, but a definite arousal-maker too. My body was reacting–I was reacting–and it was like a microwave wrapped around my hips, cooking me from the inside.

Mark said: “Different for you, huh? Not being able to jabber?”

I nodded my head. The ball-gag, though sufficient to shut me up, was not a plug. Drool leaked out both sides of my mouth and down my chin. I felt like a baby.

On Mark’s invitation, Steve came up behind me and started kissing my neck. I squirmed, partly because I was ticklish, but mostly because I was embarrassed and turned on. Being kissed there drove me nuts. Being given a hickey there, which Steve was doing now, drove me absolutely nuts. Then Steve’s hands let go of my shoulders and traveled down my biceps to where my elbows touched my sides, then onto my stomach. He let them slide up and down my skin, exploring me gently, letting me get used to being caressed. If Mark objected to this latest escalation of intimacy with his helpless girlfriend, he didn’t say a word.

Then Bill took his turn. Replacing Terrence at my right breast, he squeezed and nibbled my nipple, biting me–and not so gently, either–while Terrence dropped to his knees and began to rub at my thighs. No, rubbing is not the word. His hands moved lightly, but very possessively, up and down my legs, inside my thighs, close up to my defenseless and very expectant pussy, then across my still-tender ass. I was moaning now, more or less continuously, my temperature really climbing. Then Steve’s hand drifted down my very hot, very quivering belly, over my lower abdomen, and between my legs. A moment later, his middle finger found my waiting vagina and went in it. I began to shake.

“Unngggghhhh,” I moaned loudly.

“This girl is hot!” one of them said in a husky voice I don’t which one, because my eyes were closed. He wasn’t commenting on my appearance.

Mark, understanding that things were teetering on the edge of Kristi getting gang-banged here, decided to push them over. I went from being his show-off girlfriend, to pass-around whore. He forced me to my knees and began to unhook the gag. “Kristi,” he said. “There are five raging hardons in this room. You’re gonna take care of them all.”

Finally free of the gag, I sucked in breath. Ten minutes of being wide open with that thing had left my muscles aching and useless. My jaw cracked loudly. “God,” I said hoarsely, “do I have a fucking choice?”

Mark unzippered his jeans. “Sure you do. Me first, or one of the others.”

I took him into my mouth.

In the following few minutes, in rapid succession, I sucked them all. It wasn’t languid or sultry sucking, either. They pulled me back and forth between their cocks, sharing my mouth, taking their pleasure from passing me around, not from being sucked. They made me gag, tried to choke me going down my throat, humiliated me by holding my head, and after a while took turns holding me, each of them in turn, while someone else fucked my mouth. It was driving me crazy, both from frustration and from sheer arousal.

Suddenly, Mark left the room to go into the bedroom. The part of my mind not already pulped to mush wondered what he wanted next. I found out a minute later, when he came out holding my blindfold…

From Showing Off by Marcia Hooper.

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9 comments on “Showing Off Kristi”:

Chagiaskitten commented on January 11th, 2011 at 10:43 am:

*Like*….we need a like button, so we can tell you we like a post, but continue to lurk. :)

Rope Guy commented on January 11th, 2011 at 10:55 am:

Thank you!

Oddly enough, this is a serious problem that has evolved with the internet. Aka the “Blame Facebook” problem.

Bondage Blog is actually older than Facebook; and the idea of a “like” button has grown up with Facebook. Back in the day, you’d just do what you just did … leave a nice little comment. But now, everything is faster and more frictionless. People are looking for one-button feedback options. ;-)

I’m not a Facebook user, so I’ve been slow to catch on. I’ve added the social buttons so folks can share elsewhere, but in the context of a stand-alone blog, what would a “like” button even do? Would it just be a little counter that says “xx people have liked this post?” I gather that on Facebook, you can see who has liked a thing; that wouldn’t be possible here. Would it still be useful? Because it would be pretty easy to add, if so.

Chagiaskitten commented on January 11th, 2011 at 11:25 pm:

Linking to a fetish blog on Facebook, particularly when you live in the bible-belt, is socially dangerous for a ‘good’ reputation. Just a hazard of being southern.

I was just thinking that it might be a way for the lurkers to point out what is more interesting to them without having to un-lurk (de-lurk?) to leave a comment. It might help generate more feedback.

Rope Guy commented on January 12th, 2011 at 1:46 am:

Ah, gotcha. Yeah, I know why the social buttons are of limited use, I just wasn’t clear enough on the function of the “like” button to know what it would do here (where there’s no identity associated with it).

I guess what I still don’t know is how many people find leaving a comment to be a barrier. I guess I should gin up a “like” button and see…

NerdKink commented on January 12th, 2011 at 9:23 am:

I see them as having very different functions. I only comment when I have something substantive to say. Posting a comment just to say “I like this!” seems like a waste of everyone’s time.

Rope Guy commented on January 12th, 2011 at 10:06 am:

Yeah, and this is where I’ve been slow to evolve along with the rest of the internet, making feedback like this valuable. Before Facebook, nobody had the meme that there ought to be an easier way to indicate approval than leaving a comment, and since I’m not a Facebook user, the meme’s not yet ingrained in my clicky-fingers, either.

Reason this should be easy to implement is that “babe” blogs have forever had voting and rating systems where you could click an icon to indicate a thumbs up or thumbs down. So I’ll betcha that when I go looking, I can either find an explicit “like button plugin” or a thumbs up plugin I can pervert to that purpose.

slave d. commented on January 14th, 2011 at 7:47 am:

I used to have a boyfriend who fantasized about scenes like this. We kinda sorta did it once. It was hot, but such things are more difficult to arrange than one might think at first.

TYC commented on January 16th, 2011 at 3:55 pm:

Slave D, that sounds hot. I have similar fantasies with my girlfriend but haven’t thought about making it happen. If you don’t mind me asking, how did you guys set it up?

erica commented on January 2nd, 2013 at 9:58 am:

i like the sound of this – especially when the blindfold comes out, i can close my eyes and think it is me……………..

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