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Authors name: Marcia R. Hooper (marciar26@aol.com)
Story title : Showing Off
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Showing Off
by Marcia R. Hooper (marciar26@aol.com)
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My stories as of late have been very lacking in sex.
This one is not. Kristi is a submissive who gets to
entertain her boyfriend's four college buddies when
they come to town. She should be awarded an Oscar for
her performance. Only five pages long but very intense.
(MMF, orgy, reluc, oral, bd, spank)
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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray
any person living or dead, nor any known situation. It
is meant for adults only and is not to be read by
person's under the age of 18, or the legal age in the
county/state/country in which the reader resides.
If you would like a Microsoft Word version of this
story (a much easier read), please contact me at
MarciaR26@aol.com.
Note: This story is adapted from the short story, "A
SPECIAL TAPE" by Kristi. It was originally published in
1996 in the Kristen's Archives. I would very much like
to read more of Kristi's work (and steal from it, lol)
so if anyone knows who she is, has an e-mail address
for her or a website, please let me know. Her writing
really turns me on.
My stories as of late have been very lacking in sex.
This one is not. Kristi is a submissive who gets to
entertain her boyfriend's four college buddies when
they come to town. She should be awarded an Oscar for
her performance. Only five pages long but very intense.
SHOWING OFF
by Marcia R. Hooper
(MarciaR26@aol.com)
Based on the short story:
A SPECIAL TAPE
by Kristi
First published 1996 in Kristen's
Bookshelf Directory 'S'
My current boyfriend, Mark, likes to show me off. I
enjoy being shown off. Two weeks ago, he told me that a
couple of old college friends were coming into town,
and couldn't wait for me to meet then. Of course, I
agreed.
The Saturday they were scheduled to arrive, I selected
my outfit with one thing in mind. I put on a pink,
middy t-shirt with a decal of Winnie the Pooh on the
front (smoking a joint with Tigger), a denim mini-
skirt, high heels and nothing else. If I sat down wrong
in a chair (or maybe just at all), you could see
everything I had. It made me feel just like a slut and
very sexy.
We met them at BWI airport. When Mark's friends
arrived, he introduced them to me as Eddie, Bill,
Terrence and Steve. No last names were mentioned and
none were offered. But they obviously liked me.
"This is Mary Kay," he said. "Kristi, for short."
We all said hello and offered our hands. Terrence
hugged and kissed my cheek. I actually blushed.
Taking them down the Parkway into Washington, D.C., for
the next four hours or so, we gave them a tour of the
town. Then we went out to dinner. And as Mark had
expected, they couldn't keep their eyes off me.
After dinner, full, just a little bit inebriated--me,
anyway--we headed back to the apartment, stopping at
Blockbuster on the way. Just getting out of the car in
my mini-skirt broke them out in a sweat. Steve tripped
stepping onto the curb and Eddie ran into him. Mark
just stood there and grinned.
Inside, I got Mark off to one side. "We're gonna watch
a movie?" I asked. I was more in mind of a party.
"Uh-huh."
"A Blockbuster movie?"
"Uh-huh."
I looked over at his friends and frowned. Distracted by
me and my mini-skirt, they nonetheless were picking and
choosing loudly over what to watch. It made me want to
retch. "Mark," I said. "Your friends are dorks."
I waited, wondering what he'd do. Two weeks before, in
the Target store just around the block, he had upended
me over something I'd said and spanked me on his knee.
I had been wearing jeans, but the spanking still hurt.
He grinned at me.
"What?" I said, playing dumb.
"You think I won't?"
"I think you'll do anything you damn well please," I
said truthfully. "Store full of people or what."
He shook his head slowly. "You're not drunk," he said.
"And you're not on the rag. So either you're teasing
yourself, Kristi, or you're just as dumb as you look."
That stung, but I took it anyway. I'm ditzy, I'm blonde
and I'm stupid, yes--but I have never been dumb. I see
girls blindsided by their guys all the time: cheated
on, beat up at home, made fools of in front of their
friends; whatever happens to me happens because I want
it too. Even when it hurts. Yes, I'm a masochist and
yes, I'm a submissive and sometimes yes, I'm a slave .
. . but that's what does it for me.
Mark herded his friends toward the checkout counter
while I went out and waited in the car. The guys
jabbered non-stop about the movies all the way home. It
was an eclectic selection. Eddie had insisted on the
terror classic "I Spit on Your Grave," while Steve and
Terrence had picked out the movie "Secretary," about .
. . well, a submissive secretary. Bill thought I would
enjoy a movie like "Pirates of the Caribbean," which I
actually would, but that was my little secret.
Mark picked up "Unfaithful," with Dianne Lane.
As soon as we got through the front door Mark grabbed
my wrist and dragged me into the bedroom. "Hey!" I
protested loudly, my heart beginning to slam. "What
gives!"
The four guys, startled and still standing back in the
foyer, the front door wide open behind them, didn't say
a word.
"Shut the fucking door, will ya!" Mark shouted.
Eddie, jerked out of his paralysis, hurriedly slammed
the door. "What's going on?" he called.
Still holding me by the wrist, Mark shuffled through
the top drawer of my dresser, where he kept my things.
Finally he came out with the handcuffs. "You'll see in
a minute," he said, talking to Eddie but looking at me.
By now, the four guys had grouped together in the
living room to watch. The bunch of them, like twelve
year-olds given the opportunity to see one of their
older sisters nude--or maybe even get spanked--were
beginning to understand. Each wore an identical
expression of embarrassed excitement.
Mark tossed my handbag on the bed. "Cunt-face here
thinks you're a bunch of losers," he informed them
matter-of-factly. "What do you think about that?"
Before any of them could reply, he whipped me around to
face the dresser, put my hands behind my back, and
handcuffed my wrists.
"Ow, Mark!" I protested. "Those things are tight!" This
wasn't just a hollow protestation either. Made of
hardened, plated steel, they were right off the law
enforcement supply house shelf--and made for women.
"Tough shit," he said, roughly. "You dish it out,
bitch, you learn to take it."
I would take it all right--right across his lap.
Dragging me out of the bedroom by my elbow, he guided
me into the living room amongst the crowd. "She pisses
me off a lot here lately," he said by way of
explanation. "I need to discipline the bitch, let her
know who's boss."
"Mark--"
"Shut up, Kristi!" he said. And then, "You guys are
gonna enjoy this. Pull up a chair."
With that, he sat down on the very edge of the couch,
took me across his knee and bared my rear end.
"No, Mark!" I cried, totally freaked out. Mark had
spanked me plenty of times, in many different
locations, with and without an audience, but never like
this, never with his friends, not on my bare rear end.
He answered with his bare hand across my bare bottom.
"Yeoww!" I wailed, kicking out my feet. "Let me up,
Mark! Owwww! Stop that!"
He hit me hard and deliberately on both my cheeks,
left-right-left, one right after the other, quickly
turning my bottom into a sizzling hot sunburn. I kicked
and I screamed and I pleaded with him to stop, but he
just kept spanking me, peppering me with taunts and
with insults.
"You little tease! Think you can just strut your stuff
around, any time you like?"
"Mark! Please!"
"You're a goddammed little brat! Mouthing off and
making my friends look bad! Who looks bad now, huh,
tease?"
"Mark, please! You're hurting my ass!"
"You haven't even begun to hurt yet, bitch! After I
wear out my god-damned hand, I'll let one of the other
guys wear out his!"
I shrieked, not pretending any more at all--I really
hurt. "You're hurting me, Mark! You're hurting me!
Please!"
Then, as though my present humiliation wasn't enough,
he dragged me to my feet, dragged me stumbling and
weeping to the nearest corner, and knelt me down.
"You stay right there! You don't move until you've had
time to think this out, until you've given my friends
time to decide whether or not to let you apologize." He
made sure my skirt stayed right up around my waist, out
of the way of their show, making me hold it there
myself. I could only kneel there and sob.
"Jesus, Mark," someone said in awe. I didn't know who
it was.
"She's bad, Terrence. She opened her mouth once too
often and I shut it up. I might even wash it out with
soap!" he said, laughing. "And don't let her fool you,
okay? She really loves this stuff. Don't you Mary Kay?"
But I was fooling them. I was in absolute agony, worse
than I'd ever been before. No one had ever spanked me
before like that--not even my father, and he really
knew how to spank. My rear end felt like a ten-alarm
fire.
"You ready to apologize, Mary Kay?"
"Yes sir," I sniveled.
"What about my friends?"
"Them too," I said. "Anything you want." The wrong
thing to say.
Sighing disgustedly, he left the room and went into the
bedroom. When he returned, he had the heavy mahogany
paddle he reserves for my special, disciplinary
spankings--not so special, after today--and something I
didn't even know he had: a red, ball-gag.
"Turn around," he said.
By now, all the guys had seen whatever of me they had
wanted to see. Laid out the way I was over Mark's lap,
my privates had been on display. So, displaying it now
seemed no big deal. Besides, as Mark had said, it's
what I liked.
Telling me, "If you can't say anything nice, little
girl, don't say anything at all," he inserted the ball
in my mouth and secured it behind my head. The gag was
a new experience for me; Mark--like most guys I dated--
liked my mouth and used it every chance they got.
"Mmmmmm. Mmmm-nuuuum," I protested, very humbled.
"Like her, guys?" he asked. "Like this?"
His friends, wide-eyed and having trouble breathing,
nodded their heads. The one named Eddie and the one
named Bill both looked open-mouthed at my bare pussy;
Terrence slowly blinked his eyes, not sure if he was
dreaming or not. Steve though, Steve was looking me
directly in the eye. You really do like this, his frank
expression said, and that made me look away.
"I think you're not repentant enough," Mark said,
tapping his leg with the paddle. I expected to be lit
up again, but instead he left the room, this time for
the kitchen. I heard him open and closing several of
the drawers, rummaging for who knows what. I found out
shortly thereafter. When he returned, there were a pair
of scissors in his hand.
Oh, no, I thought. There goes my top.
"Terry? How'd you like to do the honors?"
Gulping loudly, Terrence got off his butt, walked
hesitantly to where I knelt in the corner, and accepted
the scissors.
"Take your pick," Mark said jokingly--at least I hoped
it was a joke: "Her hair or her shirt."
Wide-eyed, I grunted my alarm.
Terrence immediately shook his head. "Don't worry," he
said. "I'm not stupid, you know." But he was excited;
excited enough and aggressive enough to cut my top
open, right down the middle.
Obligingly, Mark bared my waiting breasts. "Nice, huh?"
he said with a nod of approval. The other guys just
stared.
Although I'm not overly large up top, I'm certainly not
small. My breasts are firm enough not to wear a bra if
I chose. Men stare at my chest in any case, and the
four of them in the living room were doing that now.
"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 hi-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 shear 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.
"Jesus, Mark!" I complained, as he put it on. "I can't
see." Which seemed to be the point.
They began to assault me again, this time with a dozen
times the fervor of the first. I could hardly breath,
much less protest or make them stop. And I was
continually gagging.
"Mark!" I choked out as one of them freed my mouth.
"Please!"
He took me between his hands, made me accept his cock,
and I began to suck him
"That's it," he applauded, when I'd finally developed a
rhythm. I had sucked him blindfolded before. . . . I
had done it handcuffed before. But I had never done it
before with a circle of guys standing around me like
that.
After a minute, he took me by the head and began to
move me back and forth. He fucked my mouth and talked
to me all the while, encouraging me to suck. The
severity of it increased until he was ready to come in
my mouth . . . . and then he did.
"Aaaarrrrggggg!" he went as the first hot torrent hit
my tongue. He held me momentarily still, then jammed
himself far into my mouth, coming again, choking me--
but I was used to being choked. I swallowed to keep it
from blowing out my nose, then swallowed it again, gulp
after gulp. I swallowed a whole lot of sperm.
When it was over, he pulled my blindfold off so that I
could see his eyes. He staggered back a step or two,
laughing and shaking, so that two of the guys had to
hold him up. One of them held onto me as well, keeping
me from sagging down, but not for my well being.
"My, God!" Mark exclaimed, laughing haggardly. "Did you
see that, guys?"
They certainly had. They wanted their turn. And they
had it.
Blindfolding me again, each one did a repeat
performance of my boyfriend. It became too much to
handle after the first one, and from then on I was
forced. Two of them held me while the others used my
for my mouth. I began to feel raped.
When the first one came, he gave me an unexpected
facial. The second one came in my mouth. The third one
shot his sperm all over my chest, while the forth one
made me grovel before him with my mouth wide open. His
sperm I swallowed too. In the end, they needed to hold
me up.
But it wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
"Mark?" I remember whimpering to him. "Can I stop now,
please? Please?"
Still blindfolded, I was jibbering to the room. All
five of them were laughing.
"Jesus!" exclaimed the one holding my right arm. "What
a fucking mouth."
"God, yes!" from across the room.
The one on my left, running his hand possessively
through my hair, stroking my neck and my shoulders,
couldn't wait to agree. "Jesus Christ, Mark! She is
absolutely fantastic! Sell her to me, will ya please?"
he cracked, getting a big laugh. "Name your price!"
"Hmmm," Mark pondered. "Your Giant's seasons tickets,
maybe? And your parking lot rights."
There was a pause. "Well . . . no," he finally said.
"Not that."
It got another big laugh.
"What about by the hour, then?" the one on my right
said. "Or maybe by the night." Then, "Jesus Christ,
man!" he blurted out. "How about a weekend of camping!"
"Guys, guys!" Mark admonished. "You haven't even fucked
her yet."
My insides shriveled and my bowels loosened up. "Guys!"
I wailed. "No! Come on!"
"Get her up," Mark commanded, moving past me and into
the bedroom. "Right this way."
"No!" I protested, being dragged to my feet. "Mark,
please! No!"
It did no good because the guys took me stumbling and
protesting into the bedroom. They laid me down on the
bed. "Aw, come on guys, please?" I begged. "Enough?"
"Enough?" said Mark, mock incredulously. "You've been a
bad girl, Kristi." A hand--Mark's, of course--came down
on my rear end hard, making me shriek, drowning out his
next words.
" . . . a little apologizing to my friends," he said.
"They're still pretty pissed off. And besides--" This
next for the benefit of his friends. "--how can I loan
you out without a little first-hand sample of the
goods?"
With that he ball-gagged me again, released my wrists
from the handcuffs, and tied me to the bed. Face down
on the bed.
"Oh, God, Mark," I pleaded around the gag. "Let me
stop!"
"You'll stop when your damned well finished," he said,
propping my rear end up with pillows. "And not one
second before."
Leaving me to the guys, Mark got dressed and returned
to the living room, where I heard the TV come on, then
switch over to a sports-channel.
Wonderful, I thought, as someone shut the bedroom door.
Leave me for a fucking ball game.
Is that a typical guy, or what?
THE END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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