The Amateur Players (Closed for TheWorldBuilder)

[AndreaSubbie]

Sitting on the edge of Paul's desk, hand holding the tissues under her to stop their gooey mess from dribbling all over the floor and furniture, Andi watched Paul do his efficient thing with gathering their stuff.

There was something quite nice about being naked in the Office, freshly fucked and damp from light perspiration, a heady smell of his sperm and her arousal quite distinct.

"I wonder how many couples have fucked in this room, over the years? I like the thought that we're carrying on a tradition, and that it'll go on long after us. And I'm not asking about any of your previous lovers. I'm not jealous. They helped make you into the amazing Sex Bear that you are today, and I'm grateful to them. I'd quite like us to fuck in the Green Room, some time. Of course, we already had oral sex in the kitchen, but it's kind of symbolic, the man fucking his woman in her kitchen? We just have to do it.

"Is there anywhere special you want us to make love? I'll go wherever you want. I think the whole game of sex is amazing, when it's played with the perfect partner."

Getting down off the desk now that her seepage seemed to have stopped, Andi threw the soiled tissues in Paul's bin and helped herself to another, lining her underwear before putting it on.

"You know, if you ever want me to dress different for you, I will? Anything you find fun. We already talked ages ago about no bra, and I know you prefer me to wear one, but sometimes it might be nice to have no undies at all? If I had a skirt on you could just run your hand up my leg and play with my bum. I'd like that."

Andi slowed her musings while she finished dressing. She really had to work on not talking so much. Slowing down her chatter. She didn't want Paul ever to get bored with her.

"So where next, Lover Bear?"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Andi perched on the edge of his desk as he sorted their discarded clothes, chattering in her usual happy fashion. One of her comments lodged in his consciousness.

”I'm not asking about any of your previous lovers. I'm not jealous. They helped make you into the amazing Sex Bear that you are today.”

Paul first mused guiltily that he did occasionally succumb to that terrible vice, then thought of the challenges faced by some of his past companions. Alcoholism, pronounced scoliosis, sexual abuse, homelessness: it was no wonder that one acquaintance had labelled him a 'collector of waifs and strays'. He knew there was truth in that. His protective nature somehow always made him fall harder for the vulnerable ones. It was a trait that had led to his battered heart being totally shredded more than once.

He looked at the beautiful young woman holding their mixed juices inside her and thought again of her joyful innocence and enthusiasm. She was so refreshing. A change from the weary rut he had fallen into at some point in the previous three years. He knew that he had exposed his tenderness to Andi as completely as he had ever done before, but he simply couldn't believe the sweet girl would ever hurt him.

"Is there anywhere special you want us to make love? I'll go wherever you want.”

“There are lots of places I know where we can love. Under the stars, in the fields, in lakes. I want to love you every day, for always, for ever. I want to love you everywhere we go, indoors and outdoors. Every time that I make love to you it is special.”

She started dressing and another series of statements and questions jumbled themselves in his head.

“We can discover what works for you together, Andi. I think it might be fun trying some of those things if you want to.”

She wriggled herself inside her clothes to settle everything in place and looked into his eyes. "So where next, Lover Bear?"

Paul made up his mind. “Colne.” he said, thinking that it would be a squeeze to get everything that he planned buying into the tiny sports car.

The journey down the A56 to Boundary Mill slowed at North Valley's usual bottleneck, the last two miles taking nearly as long as the rest of the trip between the two towns. He let her roam unfettered in the sections of the converted mill occupied by the multitude of different fashion brands, whilst he went to get bedding.

She stood with both arms overflowing with fabric as he returned to find her. He led her to the paypoint where the assistants would scan the labels and each retailer would receive their due, once the complex's management company had taken their cut. He carried most of the bags as they returned to the car and he crossed the roundabout to where the motorway began.

Two junctions along, he took the sliproad towards Brierfield and rejoined the old road. Beyond Reedley, they passed the outlying buildings of the hospital and reached the triangular junction known as Duke Bar, where the traffic circulated the Duke of York. Turning into a side street, Paul parked outside a slightly careworn, but solid looking door. There were notices and signs across its entire surface above waist level. It was plain that no-one under 18 was welcome to enter.

“This might be a shock for you, my precious, but this is the best toyshop between Manchester and Leeds.” Opening the door, he led her into the adult store.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Once inside the shop Andi's hands flew to cover her mouth and her eyes widened almost in disbelief.

The forbidding warnings outside should have prepared her, but the reality exceeded her expecations.

"Oh, Paul!" she breathed, the shock and surprise beginning to wear off.

Glancing around at the array of displays, of goods varied but themed, she drank in the sight of so much erotic merchandise in one place.

"Oh, Paul!" she said again, "I love it! Can we open an account?"

She burst into motion, walking through the store along every aisle, checking everything out, getting an idea of the sheer scale of quantity and choice.

"Paul, you have to see this!" she grabbed his hand and dragged him to a display of dildos and vibrators.

"Just look at these! Aren't they beautiful! And look, some vibrate! And there's even remote control thingies for going inside!"

She dragged him to another stand. "And look at these films." She showed him the covers of discs describing all kinds of sexual activity, but picked up one in particular.

"What's Boo-cake?" picking up 'Bukkake Babes', "It looks like these girls like having sperm all over their faces? Can we try that some time?"

Putting that down she then tugged him along to 'clothing', although there wasn't much actual clothing in any of the clothing.

"These look fun!" she glanced up at Bear, "Do you like any of the fancy dress? Maybe too much like Theatre? I love the see through, and what are all these dog collars and pet harnesses doing here? And hand cuffs?"

Looking further she saw boxes with photos on their covers showing women bound and tied as if in dungeons. Her eyes again gave away her surprise at discovering things she'd never dreamed of.

"Wow!" Andi paused for a moment, then wrapped her arms round Paul's left arm, hugging him tight and pressing her body as firmly against his as she could.

"I need you to know, Kind Bear, I'll wear anything, use anything, try anything you want. I'd like you to trust me. I won't freak. I'm curious. And I trust you completely."

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Andi stared around wide eyed.

”Oh, Paul!” she gasped. "Oh, Paul! I love it! Can we open an account?"

She bounced from stand to stand in her excitable, spaniel puppy, fashion. Sometimes she dashed ahead and sometimes she pulled him towards a particular display in glee.

"Just look at these!” she exclaimed, pointing at the racks of phallic objects which ranged from small smooth round-ended cylinders to sculpted offerings which would be extremely realistic if not for their massive sizes. ”Aren't they beautiful! And look, some vibrate! And there's even remote control thingies for going inside!"

Before Paul could ask which she preferred, she tugged his hand towards the DVDs. She seemed particularly interested in covers showing girls' faces drenched in semen.

"What's book ache?" she asked, pronouncing the first word with long vowels in the broad upland way. "Can we try that some time?"

“We can try anything you like, if it's not dangerous.” he reassured her. “I thought you wanted to drink my juice, it'll be wasted spread all over your face.”

Next she browsed the clothing, paying special attention to the lighter restraint and display items. Her eyes again showed a moment of uncertainty as she spotted the heavy duty gear stowed in a recess of the back wall.

Andi pressed her warm body tightly against his and looked up to his face. "I need you to know, Kind Bear, I'll wear anything, use anything, try anything you want. I'd like you to trust me. I won't freak. I'm curious. And I trust you completely."

Paul took her back through the shop, more slowly this time. He showed her each item he picked up, satisfied that it met her approval. A black velvet collar with a sturdy metal loop at the back and a silver plated Kitten in scrolled letters at the front. A strong but delicate metal chain about three feet long with a clip at one end and a padded fabric loop at the other.

Two pairs of thick silk bands which had a reinforced slit near one end and yet another loop, metal this time, let into a gather of the material about 10" away. They looked vaguely like oversized friendship bracelets.

T-shirts, similar to her usual style but printed instead of plain. One had just three large block letters across the bosom and upper stomach.

HIS

Others said things like LOVED, Princess, Kitten and Paul asked for one to be specially printed for her. The picture was of a brilliant white, elegant swan.

He looked at the vibrators and selected one that was realistically veined, but slightly smaller than his own mighty plaything. Then he picked up a pink box with the words 'Lovense Lush' blazoned across the packaging. Andi caught a quick glimpse of the price label.

£99

He paid cash for the items, which the assistant put into a plain white plastic carrier. Outside, he put the bag into the last remaining space in the convertible not already filled with her clothes shopping and the bedclothes.

“Yours or mine tonight?” he asked.

”Yours.” she said.

They stopped at the flat to drop off the bedding, but Paul left all her new clothes and the anonymous white bag in the car when he drove the twenty yards to park outside the Theatre.

He was eagerly anticipating returning to his house after tonight's performance. Taking Andi's hand he accompanied her into the foyer and turned towards the Green Room and her kitchen, recalling what she had said earlier about him symbolically claiming her in her sanctuary.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Back at the Theatre Andi had no idea if anyone was around, but that didn't matter.

What mattered was that she was with Paul, and she was safe with him. Safe and free.

The visit to the Adult Shop had been something of a revelation, and she wanted to go again. On the other hand, she'd seen the prices on the merchandise and didn't want Paul to feel he had to buy her things. No one had unlimited funds.

"Um, what would you think about us visiting that lovely shop for birthdays, like a special treat? It's too expensive to go every week, but I did enjoy it. I want to look at everything they have, and I mean everything. And you can explain the things I don't understand? It'll be such fun discovering all kinds of stuff I never knew about?"

She was again hugging his arm, wanting to be close and intimate even when walking.

"You know, I'd really like it if you put your hand on my bum when we walk, kind of possessive and reassuring; inside my jeans if you like. It's nice being Yours!" Andi grinned up into his face, adoring those beautiful eyes. "You make me feel happy and loved and horny. I'm horny right now. Being in that shop with you, all those sexy goodies, and Big Bear right there and I couldn't get him out to play." She pouted like a girl denied.

She didn't want to be selfish and wear out her Sex Bear or empty his balls totally. If she had her way they'd be fucking hard as soon as they could get to the Office after tonight's performance, and she might not even last that long. She wanted him full.

"Would Big Bear like me to suck him? Or do you want to fuck me? Or I can play for you if you like?"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul knew that Polly would be in the office, dealing with any telephone calls that came in, but he wasn't sure where Mike would be. He could be with his wife, on the stage doing odd jobs to ensure that everything looked perfect for that night's performance, or tidying the auditorium. Paul hoped that he had no reason to be in Andi's perfectly organised kitchen.

As they passed through the Green Room, she asked more of her quickfire questions.

"Um, what would you think about us visiting that lovely shop for birthdays, like a special treat? It's too expensive to go every week, but I did enjoy it. I want to look at everything they have, and I mean everything. And you can explain the things I don't understand? It'll be such fun discovering all kinds of stuff I never knew about?"

She held tightly on to his arm, moulding herself to him as they walked.

"You know, I'd really like it if you put your hand on my bum when we walk, kind of possessive and reassuring; inside my jeans if you like. It's nice being Yours!" she continued, gazing up at him. "You make me feel happy and loved and horny. I'm horny right now. Being in that shop with you, all those sexy goodies, and Big Bear right there and I couldn't get him out to play."

Paul smiled down, his warm eyes twinkling. "Well we have some time now," he said, "provided Mike isn't around."

She gave him options: "Would Big Bear like me to suck him? Or do you want to fuck me? Or I can play for you if you like?"

He wished he could say 'all of them' but he knew they wouldn't be alone for long enough. "I think I'd like you to make yourself come for me and then I'll fuck you, as symbolically as you like, in your feminine sanctuary."

The kitchen was, thankfully, empty. Paul turned to Andi and placing his hands either side of her waist, bent to kiss her. He took his time, gently but firmly inserting his tongue to meet hers and then curling it in an exploration of her mouth. He ran the muscle across her teeth and up to her palate, then down on top of her own small tongue. They danced in her mouth for a moment, then he withdrew from the kiss and lifted her in one brisk movement to perch on the edge of her worktop.

It was higher than his desk, too high for an easy spreadeagled fuck, but brought her nearer to his chest. He took a shoe in each hand and eased them over her heels. Reaching in, he unbuttoned her jeans and waited for her bum to rise slightly. As she cooperated, he tugged the waistband firmly and slipped the fabric over her hips. Taking the bottom of the legs, he had her out of the clothing in a moment.

Her knickers had been dislodged as her jeans were removed, but they still clung to her wet pussy. Paul stretched his neck and his mouth closed around the gusset. He could taste her faint, sweet tang. He eased backwards and pulled with his teeth, dragging the fabric away to leave her bare below the waist.

As the damp underwear passed her knees, he used his hands to complete the removal of the scrap while his mouth returned to his prize. It covered her pussy completely and he licked slowly between her folds before pushing his tongue into her welcoming orifice.

It was only a brief visit. He pulled back out and moved his mouth to plant a firm kiss directly on her clitoris. Standing tall in front of her again, he issued a tender and loving but totally implacable instruction: "Come for me, my Princess."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi smiled at Paul with that look that said that all was well with her world. He had left her knees wide apart when he moved away from kissing her little love button, but she needed them further apart. Planting each bare foot on the worktop either side, she supported herself on her left hand while leaning back slightly, and moved her right over her dark trimmed patch of bush.

"Do you like my kitty, Paul? Is she pretty enough for you?" Andi ran her fingers briefly through her short hairs, teasing herself, then let them stray lower. Watching his face and his eyes the whole time, she slipped her first two fingers either side of her outer lips and peeled them apart, letting the already swollen labia spill out, moist and glistening.

"This is Big Bear's playground, his parking place, his home," she declared, her voice a little husky.

Moving the fingers up and down she squeezed the labia between them, enjoying the sensations, then moved her middle finger between them to run her full length all the way to her clitoris.

"My love button liked your kiss Paul, and she'd like that again some time."

Breathing fast, her chest rising and falling, Andi moved the finger up and down and in a circle round her clit, repeating the pattern and getting faster. The quicker she went, the shallower her breaths until it seemed like she was only breathing in with short gasps.

Staring intently into Paul's eyes she felt the desire, her lust, her wave building.

"Oh fuck, Paul, look what you do to me? You get me so worked up. I just want to fuck you forever, your huge cock splitting me in half, ramming so deep my chest hurts."

Faster and faster, getting frenzied.

"I wanted to strip for you there in the shop, for you to fuck me. Claim me. Prove your ownership, oh fuck .... Paul .. oh fuck ..OH FUCK ... OH FUUUCK .. PAULLLLLLL!" she screamed his name out loud.

It crashed on her before she was quite ready, but instead of holding back, she let go, and jerked and spasmed so she nearly fell off the surface.

Her legs alternately clamped her hand and spread wide, and her right hand was slick with her mess.

She calmed down a moment, recovering, her hand now wedged firmly between her thighs as the sensations died down.

"Oh fuck Paul! That was amazing having you watch me! Not exactly Princess behaviour, ha ha."

She sat back up and took her sodden hand away marvelling at just how messy a girl she was.

"I don't normally get this wet?" she observed. "I mean, I don't do myself very often, haven't really much in the last year or two, I just didn't need to. Not until you. Or rather, not until I met Big Bear." she grinned, hoping Paul wasn't offended.

"Since you offered to fuck me symbolically, would you kindly ram your enormous erection into me from behind while I bend over the sink? Then every time I wash dishes I'll think of this fuck!"

Pleased with her request and it's beautiful logic, she hopped down from the worktop.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Andi looked directly into his eyes and husked, "Do you like my kitty, Paul? Is she pretty enough for you?"

His tongue, which had been in her pussy a moment before, involuntarily licked his lips and he again tasted her juice. He knew that there was a copious supply inside her, ready to lubricate the entrance of his throbbing shaft when they moved on to the next part of their playtime.

Her fingers pulled at her flesh and, as she displayed the open entrance to her deepest core, she whispered, "This is Big Bear's playground, his parking place, his home,"

Her statement of his ownership sounded good to Paul. Surely there wasn't a more perfect BearCave in the world? A little damp, perhaps, prone to shattering earthquakes, but the central heating system was incredible and the all-over massager eased away the biggest, most throbbing, aches and spasms that his body ever suffered.

Andi then slid her probing digit up through the moisture to her little hood and again invited him to touch her. "My love button liked your kiss Paul, and she'd like that again some time."

Her breathing was beginning to increase, turning to little ragged pants as her whole being began to tense. She told him of her desire, her need to be one body, to be impaled by him, possessed by him, broken by him.

Her orgasm built relentlessly and her words came out in short, breathless spurts.

"Oh fuck, Paul, look what you do to me?” There was a gasp. ”You get me so worked up.” She sucked air in, hard. “I just want to fuck you forever.” She was panting like a sprinter who had just won gold. ”Your huge cock splitting me in half." The pauses were filled with her trying to find oxygen. "Ramming so deep my chest hurts."

The words came in short, staccato bursts now. The pitch rose, slowly at first, then reaching a crescendo of squealing and screaming.

"I wanted to strip ... for you there … in the shop … for you ... to fuck me. ... Claim me. … Prove your ownership. ... oh fuck ... Paul ... oh fuck ...OH FUCK ... OH FUUUCK ... PAULLLLLLL!"

Her body convulsed. The thrashing of her arms and legs propelled her perilously close to the edge. Paul involuntarily took half a pace forward, ready to catch her if she needed him. Her motions quieted and she clamped her legs tightly onto her right wrist and hand.

She was able to speak now, to form complete sentences. Words that engorged Paul's cock beyond the already substantial form that he held in front of her. Her description of her state and that he was the trigger inflated his passion and he repeated her own words.

“Oh fuck, Andi, look what you do to me.” he said, smiling into her eyes.

She looked at his pulsating, solid manhood. A tiny drip of fluid already sat in the little eye of his head.

"Since you offered to fuck me symbolically, would you kindly ram your enormous erection into me from behind while I bend over the sink? Then every time I wash dishes I'll think of this fuck!"

She slid her buttocks off the wet surface, landing next to him as gently as a kitten. He noticed immediately that there was a problem. Looking around, he saw a solid wooden crate in the corner of the kitchen. It had probably held fruit or vegetables. Flipping it, he draped a teatowel across the slatted base to prevent Andi getting splinters in her feet and he nudged it up to the sink.

She hopped up, the extra few inches allowing her to bend comfortably at the waist. Her legs were spread as far as the size of the box would allow, but there didn't seem to be enough room for Paul to fit his torso between them. He pulled the lower curve of her soft buttocks apart and pushed his cock between her thighs. The heat and slickness was beyond Paul's experience. He had made girls squirt and still not bathed in so much juice. Her fluid eased the journey until his length sat along her flesh, pressed into her by the edge of the sink she lay over.

He moved against her wet folds for a moment, then withdrew enough for him to feel the top of his bulb resting in a small dimple. Intuitively, he knew it wasn't just a dimple. Pressing firmly he felt himself return to paradise with a tiny pop.

With his cock aligned along her tunnel, he lay over her back. Reaching around, he found the hanging fruit and cupped one in each paw. Paul held the position for a moment, knowing that Andi was waiting for his thrust. He teased. Another interminable second passed. Then he drove his shaft forward, filling her suddenly with the entirety of his hot, hard, thick cock.

Her reaction fuelled his fire yet more. With his long, slow strokes he stimulated every cell in her already over-excited pussy. He didn't hurry. She was his eternally.

Steadily, rhythmically, completely, his length and girth filled her, claimed her, took possession of the BearCave. He smiled in his deepest thoughts. He had moved in and was just about to paint the walls with thick white emulsion.

Her breathing was changing again. Her little squeaks rising in timbre and volume. Paul knew she was nearly ready. He felt a twitch in his own body and increased his pace ready to fill her womb with more eager, motile sperm.

Then he heard the footsteps in the adjoining room.

Mike. He mentally swore at his old friend. Fuck off, Mike. He wasn't embarrassed for himself, but how would Andi react if he walked in? He recalled the blowjob after first night. She had barely registered Polly's interruption, but she had been facing away from the door with her head buried in his groin.

No, he couldn't risk the shock and humiliation that he might expose her to. He slowed his strokes until he came to rest with his full length filling her.

“I think Mike is going to come in.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"DON'T YOU DARE STOP NOW!"

There was anguish in her voice at the threat of being denied, of being halted just as everything was coming together, literally about to cum together.

Her hips had been matching his, fucking him back like he'd taught her, faster as they prepared to climax at the same time, a superlative feat of sexual gymnastics worthy of an Olympic Gold. A Perfect Performance, all 10s, a World Record.

"Don't you dare fucking stop even if the Theatre is on fire and we're being forcibly evacuated!" she hissed, quieter, but barely.

"I don't know how long I've wanted this, but maybe forever, so don't you dare deny me now!"

He might have stopped pounding her, but at least he was buried inside her.

Then she heard it. Movement next door. Mike was around and someone was in the next room. Oh!

Someone might hear them? Oh!

Someone might come in and see them? Oh my!

"Oh Fuck, someone else is there, too!" She should be embarrassed, ashamed, humiliated.

Instead she gripped him inside and took over, moving her hips as far as she could.

"Shit! I don't fucking care, Paul, you promised to fuck me, so do it, RAM THAT FUCKING HUGE MEGA COCK INSIDE ME I NEED TO CUMMM!" she shouted.

She was so close, on the brink, and the unknown presence just added spice to her overheated need. She didn't know what she was saying, didn't know what she had already said. She only knew the need that was burning her up and mustn't be put out.

Her mind was gone, but her body didn't care and took over satisfying her wants. She fucked Paul back with a demented frenzy.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

He waited as the footsteps fell.

"DON'T YOU DARE STOP NOW!" she threatened him. "Don't you dare fucking stop even if the Theatre is on fire and we're being forcibly evacuated! I don't know how long I've wanted this, but maybe forever, so don't you dare deny me now!"

His cock agreed with her. Paul might not be moving his hips through mighty 8" strokes but his shaft was twitching and jumping, throbbing and pulsing. The echoing footsteps moved closer to the kitchen door. Then a second, fainter, set sounded.

"Oh Fuck, someone else is there, too!"

She hardly had room to wiggle between him and the sink, but she somehow managed to pull herself a few inches along his hot tube. Her inner muscles gripped him and she slammed backwards, moving her hips as far as she could.

Her frustration burst from her, loudly. "Shit! I don't fucking care, Paul, you promised to fuck me, so do it, RAM THAT FUCKING HUGE MEGA COCK INSIDE ME I NEED TO CUMMM!"

The steps paused, then appeared to move across towards the stage stairs. They heard the slight creak of the door at the foot of the passageway and then silence.

She was still moving in strokes of a few inches as he rejoined her movements. He was aware that his bulbous golf ball was too close to her entrance and he adjusted the thrust slightly.

Her words repeated in his head, "RAM THAT FUCKING HUGE MEGA COCK INSIDE ME." and he endeavoured to do just that.

He held her breasts in his big hands and drove himself deep into her hot recess. She pushed against him enthusiastically, panting and gasping once more. He picked up his pace and turned his head slightly to speak softly into her ear.

"You want my fucking huge cock up your pussy, little Kitten? You can't handle my fucking huge cock. It's too big for you. It will possess you utterly and fill your womb with so much semen that your little egg floats out of your ovaries."

His hands moved to grasp her hips and he slammed her forcefully into his belly, as his solid erection penetrated so far into her sopping vagina that there could be no mistaking the moment he pounded her delicate cervix.

"I love you, Andrea," he boomed as he exploded deep inside her pulsing cunt.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"PAULLLLLLLLLLLL!"

She screamed his name as her climax erupted inside her, triggered by his jetting semen doing exactly what he said, firing deep into her womb.

Her insides drank it all up, absorbing every drop he could give her, hungry for his seed, as if her body was desperate to reproduce.

She began to calm again as her tremors subsided, and giggled, repeating back his very naughty words.

"My pussy can take your fucking huge cock, Stud Bear, it's what she's made for!"

Then as an afterthought, still enjoying how he stayed inside her after he came each time, "Do you think they heard us? Mike and whoever elsse out there? They didn't knock or come in, so they probably don't know we're here?"

She rested her arms on the sink and nestled her bare behind more firmly into his belly and thighs, loving being so close, so joined together.

"That, my love, was a very nice fuck!" and she grinned at Paul over her shoulder. "It will always be my first kitchen sink sex. Now that we've inaugurated this room, we should try another, tomorrow?"

Then a thought struck her.

"Um, I hope I won't have your semen dripping down my legs in Act 11?"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Whoever was moving around the building could be in no lingering doubt of their presence as Andi shrieked his name as loudly as her lungs could manage. "PAULLLLLLLLLLLL!"

Even though he was no longer spurting, his cock was still as solid as iron inside her. He continued to drive to her very limit for almost a minute as her tremors subsided and her bodily convulsions calmed.

She giggled and contradicted the words he had growled at her in the moments of his utmost passion.

"My pussy can take your fucking huge cock, Stud Bear, it's what she's made for! Do you think they heard us? Mike and whoever else out there? They didn't knock or come in, so they probably don't know we're here?"

"I think Martyn heard you in bloody Nelson. Mike and Polly know exactly where we are and what we've been doing."

She gave another shimmy and pressed harder into his firm stomach. "That, my love, was a very nice fuck! It will always be my first kitchen sink sex. Now that we've inaugurated this room, we should try another, tomorrow."

He looked at her face, turning back to him over her shoulder. "Stage or auditorium?"

She didn't reply directly, commenting instead: "Um, I hope I won't have your semen dripping down my legs in Act 11?"

"You'd better wash yourself out before everyone else gets here. Maybe you ought to nip home. I'll make sure we can be spared for half an hour and I'll come and join you."

Paul moved back to let her stand up and, as she turned on the fruit crate, kissed her deeply. He bent down and scooped her discarded clothing onto the work surface before pulling his trousers back up from his ankles. He needed a change of clothing, remembering gratefully that there was a clean set of everything he'd need in the flat.

"See you in a few minutes," he said, running his fingers over his pocket to feel the reassuring shape of the spare key. He slipped out of the kitchen and made his way to the office.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Everything she needed was to hand, and in no time at all Andi was clean enough and dressed enough to get home and shower, top to bottom so to speak.

Leaving the kitchen door open to vent the overpowering smell of raw passionate sex, Andi made her way towards the exit, calling out,

"Sorry Polly, sorry Mike, I just can't get enough of him; Paul is such a good fuck!" and she giggled on her way out.

Once inside the bedsit she dropped all her clothes by the time she was at the top of the stairs and went straight in to the bathroom.

Water on hot, she did exactly as intended, and showered top to bottom, or bottom to bottom via the top, lingering for far too long playing the water spray between her legs.

That felt very nice. Very nice indeed. She made a mental note to tell Paul how nice it felt.

Water off, she wrapped a towel round herself to avoid drips everywhere and padded out to find clean clothes, expecting Paul to let himself in any moment.

As soon as she could she shed the damp towel and put the kettle on for tea, getting out Paul's jug and juice ready.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

"Fuck, but you two are loud." Mike said from beside the window as Paul let himself into the office.

Polly nodded, "Like an air raid siren mating with a buffalo." she agreed.

"Piss off."

Paul opened a drawer in the desk and took out a metal clip. He picked up some papers from the desk, joined them with the attachment and looked at his watch.

"I'll see you two teasers in half an hour. I know you did it to shit us up."

"Don't know what you mean." protested Mike as Paul let himself out.

Round the corner, he let himself into the tiny flat. Quick as he'd been, Andi was standing naked in the kitchen area, with her wet hair on her shoulders, when he got up the stairs.

He stripped down briskly. Freed from his briefs, his telescopic tool was at its smallest after the recent exertions. He stepped into the shower, knowing that she had occupied it only moments before, seeing her naked body clearly in his mind. He washed rapidly, wanting to be beside his belovéd once more.

She had taken the towel, so he dripped copiously on the carpet as he exited the shower and went to join her.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh, Paul! You're dripping everywhere!" Andi giggled at the sight of him running with water, and grabbed her discarded towel.

Rubbing his legs briskly she ventured to his middle then his chest and back; quick, efficient, functional.

Dropping the towel again, she asked, "juice?" pouring him a generous measure.

"I like us being naked. We should go to a beach where it's allowed and swim in the sea. You'll look nice coming out of the water all dripping off your bear fur," and she gave him a playful stroke on his chest.

"So were Polly and Mike ok? About us, I mean? Not offended?"

Making her tea she sipped two handed from the mug.

"How long before we need to be back at the Theatre, Naked Bear?"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

He had thought that she would be exasperated with him, but she only giggled.

"Oh, Paul! You're dripping everywhere!"

The heat of the towel moving across his body was joined by the heat created by the knowledge that it was Andi who dried him. He felt a stirring, so soon after pumping so vigorously inside her, but knew it had to be quelled.

She offered him juice before talking about their nudity and the reaction of his old friends. She touched him on the chest, seemingly as reluctant to forego contact as he was. Gathering up her own drink, she enquired, "How long before we need to be back at the Theatre, Naked Bear?"

"Twenty minutes," he answered her, "not long enough to lay you on that bed, although we ought to make it."

He gestured at the new bedding, still in its wrappings, then took another gulp of juice.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Unless we're going back to yours, tonight? It is more comfy, and we can shower together, but here is nearer and you won't need to drive?"

She sipped her tea, enjoying his naked body.

"You know, I never believed that a penis would actually grow as much as I was told, but Big Bear is like the Incredible Hulk in those films; all kind of normal and worth looking at but not overly dramatic, then suddenly a feeling comes over him and he grows into this enormous giant. Fortunately not a green one. I don't know how I'd feel about having a green penis inside me?"

She thought some more, then grabbed the clean linen and started on the bed.

"But Big Bear is rather cute, and a lot of fun. Talking of fun, after the performance, I know we'll be tired, especially after havig sex again straight after, but can we work out how to use the toys? And you wanted me to model all my clothes?"

The bed was made in a jiffy. Nearly time to get dressed again.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

She reflected on their plans for later.

"Back to yours, tonight? It is more comfy, and we can shower together, but here is nearer and you won't need to drive?"

"Embsay," he replied, "I want you in that big bed."

She continued, contemplatively, "You know, I never believed that a penis would actually grow as much as I was told, but Big Bear is like the Incredible Hulk in those films; all kind of normal and worth looking at but not overly dramatic, then suddenly a feeling comes over him and he grows into this enormous giant. Fortunately not a green one. I don't know how I'd feel about having a green penis inside me?"

"He really is a grower, isn't he?" Paul agreed. "He can quadruple in length and triple in girth. That's why he has such a large foreskin and he looks so wrinkled when he's asleep."

"Big Bear is rather cute, and a lot of fun. Talking of fun, after the performance, I know we'll be tired, especially after having sex again straight after, but can we work out how to use the toys? And you wanted me to model all my clothes?"

"Oh, I'd certainly like to see what you bought.... and to see you in some of what I bought. Yes, your Lush will need charging before you can use it, but we can both install the software. Do you really want to wear it at college? Some of the reviews say that it can be heard by other people when it's on full power."

He imagined her sat in a quiet lecture theatre whilst he controlled the amount of vibration the almost totally inserted love toy produced. Twitching and squirming as he changed the setting at random, so that she couldn't anticipate the stimulation. Biting her lip as she tried not to cry out. Yes, it was an expensive purchase, but one with lots of potential.

"Come on, my love, we ought to be getting back to the Green Room."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Dressed once more in her usual attire of tight short t shirt and tight jeans, she had a quick look round the bedsit to check she hadn't forgotten anything, and then they were off to return to the Theatre for the third performance, which was the first since the interview, and second since the Hub's article.

She needed her briefs for after Paul made love to her again as soon as they were Off Stage, but had been tempted to leave her bra off as not required, but Paul preferred her to wear one.

Andi was a bit keyed up, now that she knew just how much attention her little moment was drawing. It put her under a bit of pressure simply because so many people would have expectations, and she was concerned that it overshadowed everyone else's more deserving hard work.

But Paul had pointed out how much extra it was earning them so they needed to give the audience their money's worth. She was sure that there was some adage about 'give the audience what they want'.

And tonight she wanted to time how long Lee left her in the spotlight. Not that it really mattered. Paul would probably decide that.

It didn't seem right to change into costume in the office, again, with Paul. She didn't have privileged status and didn't want to appear to claim any, so she wanted to join the others in the Green Room and be part of the Company with everyone else.

Of course that meant stripping completely naked before stepping into the repaired costume, and not worrying about the extra population gathered on the girls' side of the divide when she did.

Andi was comfortable with Paul's improvements to her Directions and knew she was ok with the other Acts. Now that so much uncertainty was resolved, she'd actually have to make herself feel the intensity of her Character's Defiance. She hoped it would be as real as the two other nights.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul and Andi walked into the Green Room hand in hand, only separating at the costume divide. He collected his clothing and carried it to be directly opposite her. He knew that the Players knew. He wanted everyone to know.

There was a buzz in the air. It seemed that the whole company were feeding off the anticipation of Andi's scenes. Polly was edging towards where she was changing and he noticed that Mike was approaching him.

"So?" his friend enquired.

"She didn't want me to stop," Paul whispered. "By the spring I think she'll be quite happy to have a picnic or two."

It was nearly time again. After tonight they would be half way through the run. Dare he even think that it might continue successfully? He knew the old superstitions about such things.

He glanced across the flimsy divide and smiled at Andi. She seemed to be striking her defiant pose once again. Practicing for her extended ten seconds.

He called the Players and made his way onto the stage.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Along with the other members of the Chorus, Andi went over to their starting position, but on the way she found and held Polly's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze for her own comfort.

Despite having thought that it would just be routine tonight, Andi was tense with anticipation and nerves, and once more the first ten Acts flew by in a blur. She did everything right, the Chorus a synchronised sisterhood, but the tension was building.

As Act 11 began Andi felt sure that the whole Theatre was holding its breath for that moment.

Paul gave her the cue. She dropped her top, stepped forward, disrobed, enjoying the sensuous descent of her costume as it caressed her bare skin to leave her completely naked, and stepped the final paces forward.

She felt more energised, more alive, radiating a power she hadn't known she possessed. The Captain of the Guard looked in her eyes, at her naked breasts, nipples aroused and inflated, at her dark bush that contrasted with her pale skin. Andi saw her lover, and gazed into his eyes with lust and passion.

When Paul moved away she blazed her defiance into the audience. I AM NAKED. I AM PROUD. I AM FREE.

She forgot to count. She wanted the moment to last forever. She was getting hooked on this heady drug.

Finally the lighs went down and she returned to the sanctuary of the chorus and the anonymity of clothing. Heart racing, panting, glowing with triumph, absorbing the audience reaction.

At the curtain call she felt the reassuring hands of her sisters, and heard a call from the audience for 'Swan'. It made her smile.

She wanted to join Paul at the front, hold his hand, strip naked again and bow; all totally inappropriate in every way.

As soon as they filed off and Paul had taken his last curtain call, she grabbed his arm placing his hand firmly on her thinly clad bum cheek, and hissed, "I NEED YOU!"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul felt more relaxed. He was the master of the stage again. Nothing marred his enjoyment of the evening until the end of Act 10, when he saw the stagehands gathering in the front flats and jostling for position. He knew that every one of the four would fuck Andi at the drop of a hat and that would be all that it was to them. Three of them had a girlfriend, for fuck's sake. He came to a decision. Two decisions.

As he spun round in the next act, she looked deep into his eyes. He didn't want to break the gaze, but the actor in him insisted. He looked lower and was slightly surprised to see her nipples awake. He couldn't linger and his eyeline continued down to her sensuous fur. He thought about her earlier comment and glanced lower still, checking her thighs for errant globs of sperm.

He had to move, but he wanted to pull her new T-shirt over her head first so that everyone in the Theatre knew.

HIS

It should have had an arrow pointing down at her dark triangle, maybe he'd buy her another that did, but where she would walk bottomless, except for Theddlethorpe or Cornelian Bay, he didn't know.

Andi hung back in the wings after the first curtain call and as he left the stage she took his arm and plonked his hand on her arse. He could feel her heat through the thin tunica as she whispered, "I NEED YOU!"

He pressed into her soft bum flesh, guiding her down the stairs to the other Players. Shepherding her to the centre of the room, Paul lifted her and balanced her seated on one forearm like a falcon.

"You all know it, but I'm telling you so there's no mistake. This beautiful woman is my love. My world. Don't mess with her or you'll mess with me."

He let her back down to the floor amongst a subdued murmur.

The company changed and departed without lingering, the norm for midweek. Paul walked round the costume rails and took her hand. Smiling he led her back up onto the stage.

"You were symbolically possessed in your domain this afternoon, now your body is going to be mine again, in my kingdom. Take your clothes off and lie down, my Princess. The Prince has come to awaken you, but it won't be with a kiss."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes, Prince of Bears," she answered meekly, enjoying his commanding presence.

She stripped naked quickly but still with style, with such practiced ease that it seemed her clothes just disappeared.

She laid herself down onto the hard surface of the stage, softened somewhat by the backcloth she'd brought from the wings, her knees apart and slightly raised, feet flat on the floor and arms relaxed at her sides.

"To be complete, your kingdom needs subjects, Prince of Bears, to witness you taking what is yours?" She muttered the thought out loud, not really considering the consequences, more like a statement of the obvious.

But now that the words were out, she realised that she meant them. She actually wanted others to see her lover possess her, own her, take her. Marked emphatically as his, more emphatically even than his announcement in the Green Room.

He'd been so beautiful. Beautiful. That's also what he called her. His love. His world.

"I AM yours, my lover, my Bear, my Prince; all of me. My life, my heart, my body. Make me yours, claim me, devour me!"

Andi was hot with lust and desire, and with surrender. The Moment in the Play had aroused her to a higher state of horniness than was usual even for her, but Paul's Dominant Mastery had added something more, and his Public Announcement yet another layer. She felt that she needed a hard brutal possessive fuck, all about him taking her, not about her pleasure. This time, that was irrelevent.

This was about Master taking what was His.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Looking down at Andi lying on the stage, protected from the dust and dirt by the scenic drape, he studied her slim but still curvaceous form. She was almost flat, only her knees lifting as her legs bent and spread sideways, opening her already moist pussy to his gaze.

"To be complete, your kingdom needs subjects, Prince of Bears, to witness you taking what is yours."

“Witness? You want people to watch us?”

He had noticed her nonchalance when Polly had disturbed them and thought that it was because Andi hadn't seen her. Then there was her demand in the kitchen that he keep fucking even if the walls fell down around them. She was relaxed around Polly and Mike, turning to the couple on more than one occasion when their start/stop courtship had faltered. He had told Mike that he thought Andi would be ready for the particular closeness of their friendship by the time the weather warmed up.

Now, it seemed that she was already on the same page.

"I AM yours, my lover, my Bear, my Prince; all of me. My life, my heart, my body. Make me yours, claim me, devour me!" she exclaimed, passionately.

“You like Mike and Polly. Are you sure, I mean really sure, that you wouldn't mind them being here as your witnesses? Do you want them to see me own you?”

She lifted her head slightly. ”Don't hate me, but yes, oh yes!”

Paul took a couple of quick steps and pressed a small button in the prompter's corner. He then started undressing. As he slipped off his briefs, there was the sound of the auditorium door opening.

”Yes, Paul?” enquired Mike.

“My darling says that her rite of passage should be witnessed. I think she's come far further and quicker than even I had hoped. Take a pew.”

The older couple chose seats in the fourth row, high enough to look slightly down onto the stage but still in close proximity.

When they were seated, Paul knelt between Andi's thighs and slipped his arms behind her knees as he had done once before. He raised her legs and spread them, placing his hands on the backdrop near her shoulders.

He was already rock hard, no virile man would not have been. He raised and lowered his hips to wipe his head along her wet lips. There would be no foreplay, neither of them needed it. Nor was now the time for tenderness.

He thrust into her.

As their bodies synchronised, he slid his hands across the rough fabric. His arms carried her pinioned legs higher and her thighs bent further towards her flanks. Deeper and deeper he plunged inside her. Still he folded her. Her knees were almost alongside her breasts and her bum was completely off the stage. Paul moved his body yet higher and, one by one, moved his hands to clamp her calves near where his arms had been hooked, forcing her knees to the floor beside her ears.

The angle of his entry had changed, it was now almost vertical.

Paul drove his thick cock down into her receptive cunt like the blows of a piledriver. He slammed in with his weight behind the thrusts. There was no tenderness, no romance: he fucked her as if he was nailing her to his stage like a butterfly in a trophy case.

Through Andi's vocal gymnastics, he heard a gasp behind and he looked over his shoulder. Mike had bent Polly forward over the edge of the stage and was holding her broad hips as he fucked her.

He turned back to look into Andi's eyes.

"Who owns you, Andrea? Who do you live for?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh, fuck, Paul, YOU own me, you're my Master, my love, my Fuck Bear!"

Andi kept on, muttering her encouragements, her surrender, her desire, her need, her love. She cried out meaningless words, she praised Big Bear, she urged Paul to drive even harded into her cunt, if that were possible. She wanted bruises on her shoulders, ber back, trophy scars from her induction.

Paul had mentioned a rite of passage, but into what he didn't say. She didn't care, but wanted to be a part of whatever it was. She wanted to Paul's woman, his piece, his bit, his consort, his prize, and she knew what she wanted printed on her next t-shirt.

"I'm your sex-kitten, 'Paul's Sex-kitten', and I want the world to know you fuck me!"

Despite being pinned to the stage, impaled by Paul's piston cock ramming into her, up and down in merciless, relentless pounding, Andi managed to turn her head enough to see Mike and Polly, clearly inspired by their friend.

It was so hot, watching Mike ravage Polly, like the two men were possessed and driven to exercise their Masculine Dominance. She liked seeing the look on their faces and guessed they reflected the same Primal Urges being acted out by Paul and herself.

There was something powerful about being fucked in company, fucked so hard, and she knew she had to experience this again.

Being seen, fucked and taken in front of them was amazing. But so also was them fucking along, too.

Andi reached out her arm towards Polly, wanting to hold hands in female solidarity as their men fulfilled their duties, their obligations, their rights.

Andi's eyes locked with her sister, shining with beastial lust and need and satisfaction, and of shared common purpose.