The Amateur Players (Closed for TheWorldBuilder)

[TheWorldBuilder]

The door opened again, slightly slower this time, and Andi came in to the office a little more sedately. She crossed to Paul and squeezed herself onto his knee, laying her head on his pectorals.

"Am I forgiven, Stern Bear?" she asked.

"I didn't agree to that," he told her, "I only said you would be my little Kitten again when you got back. Shouldn't you have brought something with you? Go and fetch it and we'll see about the forgiveness."

He watched her reluctantly walk back to the door, her head a little lower than when she had entered. Only a moment passed and she was back with the restitched tunica on a hanger.

"I asked Dorothy to make some small adjustments," Paul explained, "the seams have been let out fractionally, you might notice it isn't as snug. Get changed, I want you to practice a slightly different way of disrobing."

He walked across and locked the door. Andi didn't need any interruptions until she had understood his new idea. He tried not to grab her the moment that she revealed herself to him, but it was difficult. He controlled himself, knowing that she would be his to enjoy later. She covered herself with her costume.

"OK, now as you leave the chorus loosen your brooches and let the top fall, but don't ease the body over your hips until you've taken two steps. Let's try that until you're comfortable."

For the next twenty minutes, Paul watched as Andi repeatedly let the tunica fall, stepped out of it and then redressed herself, before going through the cycle over and over again.

Eventually, as she stepped out of the pool of fabric one more time, Paul moved forward and lifted her naked body completely off the ground. He pulled her into his chest and kissed her gently but firmly.

As he released her mouth, he said firmly, "NOW you're forgiven."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Thank you, Director Bear," she replied as he put her down.

"I'm sorry I broke the costume, but it did make the whole reveal thing a bit more dramatic? And you must admit, this way is going to bit better than the original, and better than my little accident?"

The extra rehearsals had been a great help. She had enjoyed stripping out of her jeans and t-shirt in front of him, and hoped to do that a lot. Once costumed though, it was much nicer working out how to disrobe with Paul helping and directing her than it had been on her own in front of the Ladies Room mirror. She applied herself with concentration to the task of getting naked, trying to display a certain understated style, a sense of tease, of tantalising the audience. She only had a tiny moment of her own in the Production and didn't want to overdo it, but she did want to make the most of it.

By the time Paul was satisfied, Andi knew that she would be able to accomplish the movements on Stage tonight, and that it would be a little more dramatic and exciting for the audience; a little light Adult interlude in the Play that the locals obviously enjoyed so much.

"Now, Chastising Bear, I'd like you to punish me properly, since I was a very naughty kitten, or reward me for being forgiven," and Andi did as she'd imagined when Paul first told her off. She draped naked body chest down over his desk and grasped the opposite edge with outstretched hands, her feet well apart.

She had no idea if her would spank her, fuck her or tell her to get dressed. Her only regret was that she hadn't first unlocked the door.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Andi had hardly been set back on her feet when she went to his big desk still naked and bent forward to grasp the far side, spreading her legs until she had to stand on tiptoes to balance.

Her words were challenging at the same time as they were submissive.

"Now, Chastising Bear, I'd like you to punish me properly, since I was a very naughty kitten, or reward me for being forgiven."

"You've already been punished, Andi, and you are exhibiting yourself shamelessly by assuming that position when you're not about to be spanked. Perhaps this uncalled for behaviour will earn you what you seek."

Paul joined her at the desk and lay his right hand between her shoulders. He very slowly drew it down her body, lightly caressing her warm skin. Reaching the curve of her back, above her smooth, round bottom, he paused.

Two seconds, three, then he snapped his hand upwards and brought it down with one sharp, resounding crack that made the struck cheek wobble like jelly.

His voice was cold. "Get your costume on, Andrea. Don't presume you can decide your own punishment ever again. That is my prerogative."

He bent forward and kissed the red welt where his hand had landed, then turned and left the office.

Going to the lighting box, he sought out Lee.

"I know what you did last night," he said, "five seconds of light on Andi instead of the scripted three."

Lee blushed, thinking that his extra exposure of the naked girl had escaped Paul's notice. He was about to be shocked by the older man's next words.

"Tonight I want ten."

Leaving the young lighting technician to regain his composure, Paul went downstairs to get into his own costume.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Ooh, Paul's sternness was delicious!

Despite the less than affectionate tone of his voice, Andi knew she'd done the right thing. The world of sex was new to her, and she intended to have a go at as much as she could, and let her intuition drive her discovery forward.

She had just learned something, and it was good. Their physical relationship was going to be much deeper than just a regular three-times-a-night fuck and daily blow job. It made her smile.

She also was acutely aware that Paul had unlocked the door and left the office before she had even begun to dress. Anyone could have come in and found that she had been naked with Paul in the office. Not at home in their bedroom. Not on stage as required by a script. There was a lot of potential here.

She stepped into her costume yet again, and leaving her clothes on the wooden chair went straight to the kitchen, then to the Green Room.

Once she was satisfied that all the snack and drinks arrangements were to her satisfaction, and surfaces and glasses and mugs and everything else clean, tomato juice in plentiful supply, she went round to the women's make-up.

Joining the rest of the Chorus she enjoyed some quirky humorous teasing and friendly banter, and rubbing her still stinging bum cheek got ready to go on stage with everyone else.

It felt very different to the night before. It wasn't opening night, of course. They'd had the first reviews in and they were supportive, apparently, though she hadn't seen any herself. And they were sold out, a great compliment creating its own confident buzz of excitement.

The girls all looked at each other, sharing a sisterly moment before the off. They were ready.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

The second night of the performance had been a pleasure. The audience had been appreciative, but there had been a tension which grew as the anticipated moment approached. As Andi stepped forward, topless, then let the tunica slip completely, there was a collective gasp and then utter silence for the interminable ten seconds until Lee doused the lighting. A light ripple of applause washed from the auditorium to where Andi walked through the darkness on the stage.

Afterwards, they both changed in his office and then went to join the buzz in the Green Room for a while until everyone slipped away.

During their journey from the Theatre to his house at Embsay, Paul let his curiosity about the new Andi that he had seen in his office develop. She had been so shy and demure until yesterday, then her enthusiasm for lovemaking had become apparent. Today was something different. She had adopted a provocatively wanton position on his desk and almost begged him to give her a sound spanking. Sat together on his settee with drinks on the table, Paul enquired as casually as he could manage:

"Andi, did you want me to hurt you after our private rehearsal? It's not what I imagined. I want to see you laughing, not crying."

"Hurt me?" she looked up at him, confused, "I never want you to hurt me."

"You asked me to punish you and the way you lay on my desk was encouraging me to spank you. That's going to hurt you, so why would you expect me to do it?"

"But I know you won't ever hurt me .. it's when you spanked me, sending me to say sorry to Dot, I kinda liked it, it made me think of lying on your desk like that ... are you cross with me? Did I do something wrong?" a frown creased her perfect brow.

"I'm not cross with you, darling Andrea, and you haven't done anything really wrong, but that's a special kind of sexual interaction and starting a journey down that road can lead to as many bad places as it can the good ones. If that's what you want I will hold your hand and guide you, but we will have to talk about lots of things that we need to make our fun times safer."

"I was just having fun, Paul, playing. I don't want to spoil anything. It was just something I wanted to do."

"That's good, Andi, you should always share those thoughts with me. I like to play, too, to have fun. You do know that I was only playing as well, when I pretended to be cross with you, my darling?"

"I liked it, everything is fun with you. I don't know if I want to do it again. Maybe, maybe not, but I'd like to play your games too." She looked up at him with trust and affection glowing in her eyes.

He pulled her closer and bent his head nearer hers.

"I love you, Andi, I'm so glad you stepped into my life this year."

They snuggled together until the drinks were gone and then made their way upstairs.

In the bedroom, Andi walked towards the bed and then turned back to face him. She raised her arms above her head and asked, "Paul, would you undress me please?"

Carefully, gently, slowly, Paul raised her tight top. He bent forward, planting his lips on that part of her which always triggered his libido. His tongue dipped for an instant into the secret recess of her umbilicus. Further, the cloth slid over her bra, revealing her delightful boobs cupped in delicate fabric. Simple, but incredibly sexy. Just as he had advised her the day she wore the push-up. He gathered the material in a series of folds and eased it past her ears and up her arms.

Flicking the garment into the far corner of the room, he turned his attention to the lower half of her body. The tight jeans were reluctant to move for a moment, then they were over the slight bulge of her hips and dropping down her shapely legs.

Bugger! In his enthusiasm he'd forgotten her shoes. He cupped each foot in turn and removed first her footwear and then that leg of her trousers. They joined the T-shirt in a small, crumpled pile.

"Fuck me," Paul breathed, as Andi stood before him in her underwear, "I've said it before, but you're beautiful."

He stepped closer, enfolding her in his arms. As his lips touched hers, he squeezed and twisted behind her back. The thin fabric fell away as he separated from her just far enough to hook his thumbs into either side of the waist of her knickers. He paused, then dropped to one knee.

His hands lowered, taking her last remaining covering from her. In the instant that she raised one foot to step out of the garment, his head dipped forward and the tip of his tongue lightly brushed the hood of her clitoris. A hand came up and rested against her slightly exposed pussy, then she was released and Paul stood towering over her again.

He took her hand and led her into the wetroom. The water was deliciously warm but not too hot. Paul soaped her back and bum and rinsed them with the shower head before turning his attention to the main prize. His lathered cupped palms clasped her gently, fingers spread up and out, and he began slow circular motions around her sensitive nipples, in opposite directions on each one. The excess soap ran down between her paired delights and across her tummy. Moving closer again, Paul placed his slightly bulging belly on her flat one and began to rub it from side to side. He took his caressing hands from her aroused points and placed them on her newly cleaned back, to pull her tighter against his tingling body.

Their sensual shower and the erotic drying that followed was eventually completed and they retired to his big bed. Lying on their sides facing one another, they snuggled closely together. Her upper leg rose to encircle his waist and, while he held her hip steady, he rocked his pelvis forward and pressed his raging hard cock deep into her soaking wet pussy.

There was urgency but no rush to their lovemaking. Languid and gentle, rather than with the intensity of the night before, they savoured each other's bodies and it was a long time before Paul rolled on top of Andi to press home his thick, hot erection as it pumped another load of semen directly into her receptive, fertile womb.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Mmmm you're such a good lover, Paul, such a good fuck!"

Andi smiled up at Paul, her hands on his chest, his still engorged erection filling her pussy. This was nice.

Once he'd rolled back off her she reached to the night stand and grabbed a wad of tissues to wedge between her legs. She was beginning to learn the finer arts of sex management.

She felt great. What could be better than being loved by Paul, being naked on stage in front of a full house for what must have been half a minute under the glare of bright lights, and then being fucked for a whole hour at home?

She smiled to herself, thinking back to how she'd so wanted to drape herself again over the desk as soon as the performance was over, this time for a hard piston-fuck from behind, but she'd known they had to rejoin the others in the Green Room, so she held her tongue.

The Play had been well received, she reckoned, both from her her own impressions of the audience and from what the other Players were saying afterwards, and it made her happy. She relived over and over the sensations of dropping her top, striding forward breasts bare, then stepping naked out of the costume to her place front of stage. Those actions alone had been exquisite, and the defiant pose after Paul left her completely exposed were cherry-on-top icing-on-the-cake perfection.

Lee must have been taking terrible liberties by keeping her so long under the spotlight, and she wondered if Paul would be cross with him. She'd know tomorrow when she counted in her head how long he left her lit up.

The little round of applause they got for the Act was nice, and she hoped that in part is was because of her. She still hadn't seen the Review in the Hub, and wondered if she got a mention? Hopefully they hadn't said anything about a complaint.

Once again the Chorus had helped her dress, much easier now that the actions were coordinated, and she had felt accepted and protected in the sorority.

Finally at home, Paul had been lovely. His tenderness made her feel all gooey and she melted, blending herself into everything he did with her, from the undressing to the shower to making love.

Could life get better than this? He'd even managed to explain a few things about the Grown-up world of sex, which was more complicated than she'd imagined, with rules, and pathways and hidden dangers for the unwary. She was glad that she would be navigating through it all with Paul as the Captain of her Ship.

"Paul my love, you will still fuck me like that when I'm old and fat, won't you?"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Although he knew that Andi had only popped out to the kitchen, it felt somehow wrong to Paul that she wasn't just there beside him. His thoughts drifted back over the last three days, as they must have done a hundred times that morning. Their shared but separate anguish on Sunday, as they spent what each thought was their last full day with the person who they had fallen in love with. The anticipation of opening night during Monday, followed by the eleventh hour revelation of the big misunderstanding. Andi's début performance taking such a dramatic turn. Her completely uninhibited welcome of his body into her own, in so many ways. The tantalising twist of her Tuesday afternoon actions and then the tender intimacy of the evening. His chilling last thought that she could never know. The feeling of her mouth already enveloping his erection as he woke this morning, bringing him to yet another shuddering, spurting climax.

He metaphorically shook his head to clear it. He had to concentrate on the forthcoming arrival of the reporter from the Craven Herald. He knew the journalist would try to probe beyond a simple statement of the facts. The hack would suggest that the 'accidental' slip of the costume was a publicity stunt to gain attention for the Theatre. Would question her ruthlessly as he dug into Andi's past life and current circumstances. Sought some hint of salaciousness or scandal to boost the sales of his newspaper and the worth of his own career.

Paul would do what he could to deflect any blamemongering onto himself and to protect his charge, but he knew that she would face a different kind of spotlight in the face of the merciless grilling to come. He started jotting notes to focus his options if he needed to wrest control of the interview and return it to subjects that wouldn't distress his naïve young lover.

Lover.

The word again brought back the last question she had asked before falling asleep.

"Paul, my love, you will still fuck me like that when I'm old and fat, won't you?"

He said: "Even when you age, it will be elegantly and beautifully. You'll never get fat and I will always love you and make love to you as I do now."

He thought: I'll be dead by the time you are that old.

No, he couldn't let her ever know that he harboured those fears of his own mortality. Knowing that his parting would leave her unprotected.

The door opened and he forced his face into a smile.

"I really need to get another little desk and a better chair for you to sit in."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi skipped in, smiling at his words, but having ideas of her own.

"But I don't need a chair, I've got your lap!" And she gracefully insinuated herself onto his thighs and rested her head on his chest, taking up very little room,.

"I can be your pet kitty, like that villain in the Bond films, except you're not a villain. You're a Prince, a Bear Prince," then she looked up into his face, a puzzled frown crossing her features, "or is it Prince Bear?"

Deciding that the conundrum was too weighty a question for her to answer, she snuggled back in, her arms as far round him as they could go.

"So your Press Interview, are you doing it in here, on your own? Or is Mike going to be with you? You won't get grumpy when they ask stupid questions or are rude, will you?"

She thought of something she had meant to ask earlier.

"While you're busy, I thought I'd have a chat with Polly, I think she's around somewhere. I know Mike is, or at least was. Would that be ok, me talking to her about stuff? You know, female stuff?"

There were quite a few things she wanted to ask about, things she'd find difficult to discuss with Mum.

Blow jobs, for instance. Was it ok to always swallow? And was it ok to wake him up every morning by sucking him off? She knew she could probably ask Paul, but he always wanted to protect her, especially from herself, it seemed, and Polly would probably give more objective answers.

Then there was contraception. She didn't want to get pregnant just yet. Maybe Polly could help with suggestions. Andi didn't think she'd like condoms, and most girls her age were on the pill. Maybe she needed to see the College GP. They had one specially for students.

What if she'd already become pregnant? Paul did make a lot of sperm, and being so long he practically injected her womb directly. But at her point in her cycle she was safe for now.

The big strong furry chest rumbled under the thin shirt.

Paul was talking to her.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Sitting on his knee, squeezed between his stomach and his desk, Andi was talking about Bond films. Then she suddenly shifted to something about combining her nickname for him with the iconic Purple Rain singer, before changing tack again and chattering about her interview.

She seemed to have got the idea the local newspaper were interested in him, not herself. That she would be having some mother/daughter chat with Polly in the kitchen or Green Room whilst Mike and he were in here with the reporter. That couldn't be further from the truth.

She was the centre of attention, the reason for an extra £1,000 of ticket sales. He tried to break the news to her gently, but he couldn't think of the right words. Haltingly beginning to speak, he paused for a moment, brought the Herald's website up on his computer screen and selected Tuesday morning's Hub report.

"Andi, I need you to read this."

The hastily written news item gave a little background on Trojan Barbie and the controversy surrounding the Australian students who had performed it as a class project a year before, especially the local stigma of the young girl in the same part Andi had. It adopted a mildly prurient tone, asking if sleepy Skipton was ready for not only the overt feminism of the play but also full frontal nudity when that hadn't been announced.

Paul drew her attention to that part. "We did a Westminster farce last year that had nudity in it and I don't think a single person even noticed, they were laughing too hard."

There was more. Reaction on social media was positive and early indications suggested that late bookings were becoming increasingly difficult to obtain.

He took a deep breath, then dived in.

"He wants to interview you, Andi. At first he asked for you alone. I told him that wasn't going to happen. We will do this together. As we will do almost everything together from now on. If he asks about staging or the mistake itself, I will answer him. You can talk about how you felt on stage, when the audience gasped. Questions about boyfriends are off-limits. Anything on how you're fitting in and making friends we'll play by ear as we go."

A knock on the door was accompanied by Mike's cheery, "Morning, lovers."

Paul grunted. "Give over, you daft bat. It's bad enough that the stagehands have settled their ludicrous sweepstake about our relationship, without you stirring the brew at every chance you get." His slight Pennine burr thickened as he chastised his old friend.

"I came to ask how you want to face this paid snooper. In here?"

"No," replied Paul. "I think we'll take him out in the auditorium. Andi and I can sit on the edge of the stage with him in the front row. We can look down on him then. Come on, lass."

He slapped one great paw on the table.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi slipped off Paul's lap and went with him to meet the reporter.

It was all a bit overwhelming. On the way, she asked Paul a couple of questions.

"Is he going to publish my name? And that I'm naked on stage? What if College find out? Will they sack me?" She was genuinely concerned, but again trusted Paul to manage everything and make it right.

The Review in the Hub had been more obsessed with her nudity than she'd expected. Ok, a passing mention had always been likely, but the reporter's interest suggested he wanted to see more?

It was a good thing that Paul was going to be there too; she couldn't have done it on her own. She was a bit nervous, but encouraged by the positive posts she'd just seen on Social Media. People actually enjoyed seeing her. It all added up to a hit. The real question for her was, where did it leave her?

Leaving that aside, since it had nothing to do with this interview, she tried to prepare herself mentally.

It had all been a bit of a shock, that he wanted to interview her at all. Ok, she had a very exposed role; that just because she was nude might attract interest, but she wasn't important to the plot or to the Players or to the Theatre. She couldn't see that she had much significance to add?

Thankfully she could let Paul answer all the difficult question. Andi just had to decide how to approach this.

Should she be the shy teenage school leaver who's costume slipped by accident and just bravely stepped forward, in the best traditions of 'The Show Must Go On,' or should she be the burgeoning actress at the start of an adventure, unashamed of her body and prepared to bare all in the interests of Art?

She supposed that the truth lay somewhere in between.

As Paul had said, they'd need to play some of this by ear.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul and Andi crossed the foyer and entered the auditorium, leaving Mike to greet the reporter's eventual arrival and bring him to them. Making their way to the front of house steps, he listened as Andi asked timidly.

"Is he going to publish my name? And that I'm naked on stage? What if College find out? Will they sack me?"

He tried to answer all of her questions. "I've been thinking about your name since first rehearsal. I checked on the Equity list and there's already an actress registered using the same name as your real one. Do you remember when you used to think that you were an ugly duckling who nobody fancied? How about taking Andi Swan as your stage name? Unless you want a different first name too. That will help cover things at college, too."

Her face lit up in that beautiful way that always made his heart soar and his mind sing. "Actually, that's a really good idea! Then all we have to worry about is if he wants a picture?" she beamed.

"The whole story is about the attention that you being naked has caused. This man's job is to sell newspapers and linking your nudity to some imaginary sex or debauchery is always a good way of hooking gullible fish to buy copies. We have to be firm in resisting that. He will certainly want a picture, but that is not going to be in your costume."

Sitting side by side with their legs dangling over the edge of the stage, Paul put his arm round her shoulder and bent to kiss her.

"I'll start, I'll explain that it was no one's fault."

The journalist who entered with Mike was a small man, barely taller than Andi herself, with a pinched face, bloodshot eyes and the swollen nose with burst capillaries typical of an incipient alcoholic.

He began by asking, "Can you outline what happened on Monday night? Why the production went a step further than the direction of the script?"

Paul replied to that. "As you can see Andi is tiny." He paused for a moment, thinking that from the small man's perspective she wasn't. "She was wearing the smallest costume that we have for that place and time, but it was still too loose on her. It's quite old, too, and it must have been getting worn out. The combination led to the accident when it simply slipped off her slim body. That's my fault. As Director I'm ultimately responsible."

The journalist made notes as Paul spoke, then he turned to Andi and asked, "How did that make you feel...." He glanced at her left hand. "...err, Miss Swan?"

Paul interjected, as sternly as Andi had ever heard his voice. "Yes, it's Miss, but her personal life is completely out of bounds."

He glanced sideways to Andi and nodded slightly.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi took a breath, calming herself to answer with Paul's permission.

"Well, like Paul said, it wasn't supposed to happen that way. I mean, the Play calls for the character to go topless at that point, it's part of the statement she's making, it's Dramatically necessary, but er, yeah, it went a bit further?

"But the thing was, everyone has worked so hard on this, and people bought tickets, and I had to do something. I couldn't let everyone down, so despite having no costume any more I just, well, carried on? you know, The Show Must Go On, and all that?

"And anyway, lots of famous actresses have worked nude; it's kind of part of the gig? Anyway, since it just turned out with me totally naked at that point, we decided we should do it that way for the other performances.

"So in case you were wondering, yes I'll be naked for all the remaining performances of the Play.

"I guess I'm just The Accidental Nudist?"

Andi looked up at Paul, hoping to read in his eyes whether she'd got it right, or if he'd have to somehow put out more fires.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

"There you are," added Paul. "If she'd frozen on the spot, or run off the stage in a panic, we'd be talking about a ruined performance - not one that has turned out so successfully that the Theatre is over a grand better off. Miss Swan has only been with us a short while but she has already made herself an indispensable part of the Company. I can see a bright future for her given her talent and enthusiasm."

The reporter's attack blunted by their coordinated defence, he shifted tack. "Could Miss Swan let me photograph her in the troublesome costume? Tastefully, of course."

Again it was Paul who blocked him. "Street clothes only. Are you happy to do that now, Miss Swan?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi stood up on the Stage, dressed in her customary t-shirt and jeans, and went through a short series of poses, first head and shoulders turned slightly away from the camera, then full body with hand on hip, or mid-stride forward, or in her Defiant Slave Girl attitude though fully dressed.

Andi poured into her eyes her disgust at the sleazy reporter's attempts to spoil the good work Paul was doing with the play, and hoped that she blazed with all the intensity she felt at someone attacking her beloved.

"There. Will that do?"

Andi supposed the pictures so uninteresting, since she was clothed, that the Hub probably wouldn't even use them.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

The short photo session took less than five minutes and then Paul was showing the journalist back into the foyer.

Once he'd left, Paul took Andi in his arms and said, "Well done, Princess. I think we'll get a short but balanced piece out of that. You pitched your sacrifice to art perfectly."

He kissed her passionately, forgetting that they weren't in the privacy of the office.

"Do I presume that you won that tussle of wills?" asked Polly.

"Easily," replied Paul, "my girlfriend definitely has her head well screwed on."

"Not the only part well screwed." came the cheeky reply.

"Have you got a minute, insolent wench? I think Andi wants a word."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Ha ha, talking of screwing, there are some things I wanted to ask, Polly, if you have a minute?"

And linking arms with the older woman, Andi steered her towards the kitchen, unconsciously choosing the place she felt safest when away from Paul.

"So, um, I have a few questions about sex, and don't feel I can ask my mum just now. And I'm ok if you don't want to answer, but er .. ok here goes."

She paused for a moment, trying to remember what it was exactly that she meant to ask.

"Oh yeah, so in no particular order, is it ok if I swallow sperm every time I suck him off? And to wake him up every morning with a blow job? And how much sex is ok? I mean is three times a night being greedy or is it ok? And I'm not pregnant, my cycle, you know, but I probably should get contraception and I don't think I'd like condoms because I enjoy sperm too much, and is being spanked always a bad idea? And I suppose I'm not allowed to ask Paul to fuck me here at the Theatre, am I? And does everyone know we're having sex? And do they hate me?Think I'm being a slut? And what about getting naked? It was an accident, I didn't do it on purpose first time, but is it ok with everyone? They don't hate me do they?"

Andi looked deep into Polly's eyes having blurted out far more than she intended, but wanting to know the answers, even if it was without words being spoken.

It was suddenly very important and deep down Andi knew it could influence whether she stayed with the Players, or just with Paul.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Polly

Beneath her levity, Andi seemed very earnest.

"Mike and I have known Paul for a good number of years now." Andi had said 'screwing'. She wondered how much she should reveal to the young woman about Paul's past. What would help her and what might dismay her.

"So, um, I have a few questions about sex, and don't feel I can ask my mum just now. And I'm ok if you don't want to answer, but er .. ok here goes."

As Andi reeled off question after question, Polly almost lost track of what each had been.

"Well, that is quite a few. Now let me see." Andi looked deep into Polly's eyes as the older woman gathered her thoughts. "His sperm won't do you any harm, so gulp away. That's a very nice way of waking him, if you don't mind him being sweaty some mornings. Three times a night, every night? Yes, that might be pushing it over the long term. Would you feel neglected if you only got it once every night or three times every other night?"

Polly felt that she hadn't taken a breath for an age and she paused for a moment before continuing.

"That is something you need to mention to your mum, just to check that none of the women in your family have had any adverse reactions to long term use. Not always, but it can go too far, not that Paul ever would. No one would stop you asking him, but not everyone knows, well most of us do. No one hates you or thinks badly of you, but the stagehands are still sad that none of them got a chance to fuck you. It's OK, we saw what happened from the chorus, you did exactly what you had in all the rehearsals."

Polly thought for a moment, Andi had repeated a question.

"No, Andi, everybody thinks you're quite lovable. We're happy for Paul, for both of you, you each really are just what the other needs. You're being very hard on yourself, just let things fall as they may and enjoy your time together."

Polly opened the kitchen door. "Come on, you've left him alone far too long."

Paul

There had been a kind of tension about Andi as she and Polly went towards the cast areas. Paul sat behind his desk thinking if anything had been different during the morning. Only the cloud of not knowing what course the interview would take. Well, they had the afternoon to themselves. Nearly six hours to pass, time enough to relax before the next performance. He thought about that first night, how they had wrecked her little bed. If she didn't want him deep inside her again for the next few hours, they ought to get her a mattress protector and some new bedding.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Hey, Interview Bear!" Andi slipped inside the office and sat on the wooden chair opposite him.

She had the slightest crease in her forehead and her eyebrows were pulled closer together than when she was relaxed.

"So ..." she bagan, not sure how to continue.

"Ok," and she decided not to tell Paul about some of the things she'd just learned, such as the stage hands wanting to take turns fucking her, or people actually liking her, or Polly saying she could gulp down as much sperm as she liked, or that wanting to fuck three times a night was a bit too much.

"So I need to ask Mum if anyone in the family reacts to the pill, and then get myself a prescription. I think I can do that through the College GP?"

She thought some more.

"And we need to work out how much sex I can have. I don't want to keep pestering you and drain your balls all the time. But like, right now, I'd love you to bend me over your desk and fuck my brains out. We can always go back to my bedsit? Or not. If you like, we can wait, but I'm horny, Paul. I think the Interview and you defending me and and my honour and the camera just got me all worked up.

"Maybe I need to learn to hold off, to not have sex every time I want you. I need some help and guidance from Counsellor Bear, here."

Andi bit her bottom lip.

"You did say I was to tell you when I get thoughts? It doesn't mean I expect to get anything I ask for, just that it's better if you know, I guess? And if it helps, I don't need a spanking right now?"

Andi was anxious. She didn't want Paul to think badly of her. But she needed to know she could tell him everything. She waited for his Judgement.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul looked at Andi's slightly pensive face and smiled. He stood and moved to her side. "It will always be better for us to share our thoughts."

Taking her hand he guided her to her feet and led her out of the room. In the kitchen he wet a cloth and added a dab of washing up liquid, then handed it to her.

"Wash me, Andi. I need to be clean for you."

He unfastened his trousers and pushed them and his briefs down. Andi's gentle but thorough cleansing of his cock and balls had him hard in seconds and he struggled to tug his clothing back up afterwards. Leading her back in the opposite direction, he stopped to lock the office door behind them.

Stepping up to her, he hooked his fingers under the bottom of her T-shirt above each hip and lifted in one clean movement. Bending to kiss her lips, he breathed "Take your jeans off and stretch across my desk. I want to fuck your brains out."

He cleared some objects to give her space and then lowered his trousers again. This time he kicked off his shoes and removed his lower garments completely.

"I love to fuck you, darling. I love to hold you, caress you, make love to you and pleasure you. We will do it as often as we can, but you will have to make a choice. The more you empty me, the drier I will be. If you want plenty to drink and your womb filled, I will need time to recover."

He moved behind her bent body and lay his hands gently on her bare skin. Tenderly caressing and stroking, he let one hand stray between her legs to find her already wet. He pressed his thumb into her receptive cunt, easing her lips apart and preparing the way for the imminent introduction of his larger appendage.

She twisted her head to look up at him and he returned to pay homage to her lips and mouth, slipping his tongue inside. He regretted that her delightful breasts were squashed under her body and concentrated his foreplay on her clitoris. As she involuntarily spread her legs further apart, he guided his big, bulbous head against her opening and used his weight and the strength of his thighs to push his thick, hard shaft deep inside her with a single mighty thrust.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Unngh!" she grunted as Paul thrust into her, hard and fast.

This was what she needed.

"Fuck me hard, Big Bear, I need it urgent and rapid, this is a Rapid response Fuck in an Emergency!"

She grunted at every thrust, loving how deep he went, how he stretched her.

"Emergency Fuck! I need you Paul!"

It had been nice, washing him clean, and she'd almost wanted to suck him instead, there in the kitchen, never mind who came in. But this was what she needed; her pussy filled over and over.

She thought about the Stage Hands and their wishes, and a smile crossed her face. "FUCK ME PAUL! RAM THAT HUGE COCK DEEP INSIDE ME!"

Oh it felt good, and her hands gripped the far edge of the desk, tight, knuckles white, the furniture shunting and groaning under the assault.

"Oh fuck, it's happening again! Oh! OH!" and she bit her lip as her inner muscles gripped hard on him and tried to milk him of his seed, her knees trembling and tummy tightening.

"Cum with me, my love, cum and fill me with your sperm!"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

She moaned and grunted as he slammed his solid penis deep into her tight vagina. Her occasional verbal outbursts coalesced into one mighty scream. "FUCK ME PAUL! RAM THAT HUGE COCK DEEP INSIDE ME!"

He was happy to comply with her passionate request. He wanted to fill absolutely every last part of her. To possess her most intimate places and to claim them as his own. They were a perfect fit. She was tight, so tight, but she stretched around him as if she had been measured and shaped to his size and slight curve by a craftsman. He felt her beginning to twitch around his thick solidity.

"Oh fuck, it's happening again! Oh! OH!"

Her pussy spasmed, hard, as her inner tension found its release.

"Cum with me, my love, cum and fill me with your sperm!"

He wanted to fulfill her desire, but he was too dry. He pressed himself forward to the utmost, driving right up to touch her womb as she climaxed, but continued to stroke rhythmically through her shattering orgasm.

He couldn't give her the gift of his seed for a while yet, but he could reassure her of his love.

"Andi. Dear, sweet, beautiful, loving, sexy Andi. You've drained me too often, I need to fuck you for longer to build up some more sperm to give you. I love you and I want to fill you with my babymakers."

As her trembling subsided, he lifted her effortlessly from the desk and lay her on her back. His hands placed her ankles onto his shoulders and he drove his throbbing, rock hard truncheon back inside her eagerly waiting, sopping wet, pussy.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

As always, Andi's orgasm was assisted and enhanced by Paul's knowing administrations.

And then he flipped her over to fuck her again.

This was awesome! Ok, so he hadn't cum that time, but she had, and if he was happy then so was she.

"Will you fuck me tonight after the Performance, too?" She was looking down between her legs watching Paul piston in and out. She'd not actually watched before, and was fascinated as well enjoying all the physical sensations.

"I want to watch us in a mirror, see what it looks like?" she gazed into his face hoping she wasn't putting him off or upsetting him with another crazy notion.

Closing her eyes she relaxed and let him ride her, matching him with her hip movements, using her tunnel to massage him deep between her thighs.

This was nice.

But was she being selfish? What had Polly said? Three times was too many, try settling for once each night. She bit her lip again, knowing that she wasn't thinking of Paul's pleasure but her own, and was momentarily saddened at being a selfish lover.

She wanted Paul to enjoy sex with her, for him to do it when he wanted, not every time she got horny for Big Bear.

She decided she wouldn't ask for sex for a whole day. 24 hours. She could manage that, couldn't she? Like a diet. A stricy diet. No sex for a whole day!

Maybe she was aiming too high.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

He was so thirsty. He knew that he needed to drink far more if he was to keep pace with the insatiable youngster. He was often borderline dehydrated and was already grateful for Andi's frequent replenishment of his fruit juices.

Paul stretched his hands to caress and flick her now revealed pert curves. His motion was the long, slow and regular penetration that took his hard bulb into her secret depths. Idly, he wished he had four hands. He reluctantly left her delightful nipples to take an ankle in each of the two he did have and stretched them sideways.

Andi's legs spread almost as wide as they ever had when his long arms separated out. A little jiggle edged her bum cheeks right to the edge of the desk and he forced her feet even further back, almost level with her head.

"Will you fuck me tonight after the Performance, too?" She stretched her neck, trying to watch Paul penetrating her depths. "I want to watch us in a mirror, see what it looks like."

He was delighted. She was already allowing him to share her secret thoughts. They were deliciously arousing. Yes, he would ask her to remind him. Drink more. Then he could keep her as satisfied as she obviously desired.

His rhythm started to accelerate. Slamming into her soft body, he fucked her exposed pussy hard. Her legs were outstretched so wide that the whole of his own large pelvis could pound against her inner thighs.

Paul never wanted to hurt her fragile frame, but he already knew that she liked to be pummeled by his hard shaft. As he finally felt the growing pressure inside, he thrust until he felt that tiny hard resistance at her very limit and ejaculated twice against her cervix.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi knew that he'd squirted, and her delight sent little ripples contracting through her insides like a mini-happening.

She sighed in contentment.

Lying there a moment, in no hurry, naked, fresh fucked, full of semen, Paul's softening erection still fat and full inside her tunnel, Andi was happy.

This was nice.

She looked up into his face, "I promise not to pester you with too many requests to fuck, so that you get recovery time. But I was thinking, what about if we go shopping, to an Adult Store, and buy a toy that you can use on me, or I can use sitting next to you while we watch tv? Maybe I'm being naughty again, but you did say I was to tell you all my thoughts?"

Andi couldn't remember if there were any tissues on the desk. She needed to start thinking ahead about how to deal with all his copious copulatory ejaculation once she got vertical and gravity made it's demands.

"And another thing, you said you like to play, but haven't told me what games yet? Maybe after tonight's performance?"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul held as still as he could, trying not to dislodge his still firm manhood from her comforting heat. He pressed tightly against her thighs and allowed her lower legs to relax.

She gazed up. "I promise not to pester you with too many requests to fuck, so that you get recovery time. But I was thinking, what about if we go shopping, to an Adult Store, and buy a toy that you can use on me, or I can use sitting next to you while we watch tv? Maybe I'm being naughty again, but you did say I was to tell you all my thoughts?"

Toys? Yes, that would be nice. There were lots of possibilities there. He was pleased that she was baring her inner soul to him, too. He wanted to stay within her, as close together as two lovers could ever be, almost transforming into one conjoined entity. That couldn't happen, eventually he would shrink to his flaccid state and the cork would be removed from the bottle. He didn't think that he had spurted much fluid, but he knew that there was enough of Andi's contribution to make his desk very sticky indeed.

He tried to recall if he'd left any tissues in the top drawer, ready for removing his stage make-up after the performance. This was going to be a tricky move. He mentally planned the way to keep the juices inside Andi as he retrieved the absorbent sheets.

Pulling back, he rocked Andi right up onto her shoulders and brought her legs together. Holding her pinned with one forearm, he shifted to the end of the desk and reached round with his free hand to the drawer.

Got them.

He removed the upper two sheets from the open pack and pressed them against her swollen pussy lips, allowing her body to straighten as the fabric made a plug to replace his withdrawn cock.

She was speaking even as he contorted and released her body. "And another thing, you said you like to play, but haven't told me what games yet? Maybe after tonight's performance?"

He thought their conversation might be sooner than that. Once they were both cleaned and dressed he intended to take her to get some new bedding and go back to her flat. They both needed to recover. Maybe a quiet siesta and then an intimate conversation?

Leaning in, Paul kissed his recumbent belovéd and then collected their discarded clothing.