Threesome Erotica
"Staged" a sex story by Kay Jaybee
Kinky fantasy fiction contest 2nd prize winner!
My only excuse is that the success and applause I was finally beginning to experience after years of just being a jobbing actor must have gone to my head. My profile had been steadily rising over the last two years, and now I had the lead in a major play on Main Street. I had worked so hard to get to this point, that at last I felt I could relax a little and enjoy myself.
Each night, just before the close of the play's final scene I had to simulate hot passionate sex with my leading lady. This, I must confess, was no hardship as she is totally gorgeous. I had already fallen in lust with her from the safety of the glossy pages of a gossip magazine long before I actually met her in person. A situation which (to my utter amazement), appeared to be mutual, if the steady stream of knowing looks and near the knuckle flattery throughout rehearsals was anything to go by.
Tall and slim with shiny blonde hair, Zoë is the epitome of the classic film actress, without the aloof reserve or good manners. Her confident smile is only just short of arrogant, and there is no doubt she knows just how good she is at her job. She is good too, which somehow makes everyone forgive her for being so outrageous.
During the first week after the play opened I found the sexual tension within me building each night, until we reached the penultimate scene. By the second week I was no longer trying to either prevent or hide the erection that would inevitably be pushing up against my trousers.
The play was a tragedy set in late Nineteenth Century India, and the ornate four poster bed on which Zoë and I performed our nightly coupling was shaded by a large muslin cloth, to keep both the theoretical mosquitoes off, and illustrate our frolicking silhouettes to the audience, without our semi-nakedness being compromised beyond the odd flash of an arm or leg.
Every evening I had to strip off my shirt, trousers, socks and shoes, whilst Zoë had to remove her flimsy dress and bra, just leaving her heels and stockings on. What the hell was a man to do? Night after night I was faced with the most beautiful tits I'd ever seen. I was desperate to kiss them, consume them.
Once we were behind the bed curtains Zoë would start to say things, making my discomfort worse. Normally in such a situation an actor calls upon his much discussed professional detachment. I have been known to simulate a good shagging whilst discussing decorating, her kids, his kids, planning a holiday and my favourite choice of wine. This girl was something else. Zoë would stroke my encased cock, rub her breasts against my face and make 'suggestions'. It's a wonder to me that I ever remembered to act out brutally stabbing her to death once the 'sex' was over.
When Zoë declared at the start of week four that we might as well do it for real and be totally authentic, I agreed, not really knowing if she was serious or not.
As the vital moment approached I could feel my dick stirring. Zoë followed me through the curtains, whispering in my ear, telling me that she fully expected to be dancing on my dick in the next five seconds.
We had just three minutes. Our clothes were pretty much gone, so I had a split second choice, which was no choice at all really as I was so hard that a single touch would probably have finished me off.
She held her knickers to one side, whilst I hastily freed my cock and instantly felt it slide up into her as Zoë sat across my legs and engulfed me. We thrust together, swiftly, breathlessly, until our scripted orgasms were replaced by the genuine article. Then, without a hitch in our performance, I murdered her treacherous body, and the play ended to rapturous applause and later, amazing reviews, including one which congratulated us on our unflinching tackling of the bedroom scene.
After that we did it every night for the next four weeks. I think it was on either the fifth or sixth occasion that the reality of the situation dawned on me. We were having sex in front of over two hundred people. Slowly I became more and more conscious of being watched by all those eyes, each one focused on our fucking shadows.
Soon the thought of those eyes alone was enough to turn me on. Zoë got more and more into it as well, and it became increasingly harder to finish on schedule. One night we didn't make it, and I had to arrange my hastily donned clothes, so that my delayed spunk exploded privately down my dampening trouser legs.
To the delight of our director, Zoë had given up waiting to get behind the curtains to take her top off, providing the paying public with a good look at her magnificent chest before our coupling began, something she had steadfastly refused to do when our contracts had first been negotiated. Consequently I was not all that surprised when, on the final night, she didn't even bother to pull the curtain across behind us. Although the audience could probably have seen very little, we literally had a totally unshielded quickie in front of the entire auditorium.
As I stabbed Zoë for the last time I looked towards the left wing, as always, but this time I saw the unfamiliar face of a stand in prompt looking at me in utter amazement. I've no idea what she was doing there. All dialogue had finished by that point, and the regular prompt was usually already packing up her stuff backstage; but this girl had seen.
I should have felt mortified, but I didn't. Her nipples were clear to see, hard and tight beneath her thin shirt. We had turned her on, and the unexpected feeling of power that surged through me was incredible. I wanted to talk to her, see who she was, get a verbal reaction; but first we had to take our final curtain call.
I told Zoë about the prompt watching us whilst we sipped drinks at the end of show party. She smiled widely, and a wicked twinkle came into her eyes. She wanted to know where and who our observer was. I felt relief surge through me; it wasn't going to end with the show.
The prompt's name was Penny, an extra standing in for the usual girl who was ill. One of the younger members of the crew, she was about twenty two I guess, with glowing dark skin, deep hazel plate-like eyes, and long bouncy hair that hung in uncontrollable spiral ringlets around her face. It took very little time for Zoë to single her out at the party and beckon for me to join them.
I discovered that Zoë had been apologizing for our behaviour. Penny had dismissed it with a shy smile, saying she didn't mind at all, but simply hadn't expected to see Zoë's arse pumping up and down across my waist. "After all," she'd said, "it was very easy to get carried away on the last night." Her cheeks had flushed as she spoke. Zoë smiled, agreed, and within two minutes was shamelessly flirting with Penny.
I can't honestly say that Penny responded, even though she was agreeing with everything Zoë said. She did smile at me though. Was she flirting with me instead? I'm still not sure if she was, but something occurred to me then. (I suppose, looking back, it was obvious.) Zoë wasn't planning some kinky escapade for the next time we had an on stage opportunity, she was engineering something for now. Here.
I was grateful that the room was so big, and that the ninety people it held all had a drink in one hand and were deep in conversation, leaving us some small level of privacy. So I don't think anybody noticed when Zoë suddenly reached out and placed her hand on Penny's right tit, squeezing her nipple hard enough to cause her to squeal and her face to colour. She didn't knock the hand away though.
Zoë asked her, quite conversationally, if she had ever fantasised about having an orgasm in public. Penny said, equally calmly, that she had, but surely that was normal wasn't it? I joined in, asking her if she wanted one right now. My hard on was apparent to all three of us. Zoë then decided it was a good time to mention that she was so wet her knickers had stuck to her like glue. Penny said that she really couldn't afford to be sacked right now, so perhaps we should take this conversation no further. Zoë quickly pointed out that the show was over, and that there was currently nothing to be sacked from. I added (and I'm not sure if I meant it or if it was just my dick talking), that it didn't matter anyway, as she could come and work for the production company I was in the process of setting up.
Penny looked at us both, weighing us up. Were we serious? Her dark eyes shone. Zoë reached out again and pinched the other nipple, before placing her pale hands over her own breasts, whilst asking Penny if she'd like to see them.
The prompt glanced around the room as she pointed out that, although she had seen them already, she could probably stand another look. I admired how cool and composed she was, whilst still managing to keep a reserved, almost shy look, for the rest of the room. It was as if she sensed that Zoë needed this even more than she wanted it. Penny was subtly taking control. I wondered if Zoë had realised.
I must confess that my nerve nearly went then. Until I'd met Zoë I was adventurous, but not an out-and-out exhibitionist. I suggested that maybe we should go elsewhere. Zoë shot me a 'you have so totally missed the point' look. Actually I hadn't, after all I had just had sex in front of hundreds of people. This felt different though. I knew these people, plus I was currently being me, not acting out another, braver man's persona. Yet I didn't move. I couldn't. I had to see what these two amazing creatures were going to do next.
Zoë had no qualms about the public nature of our situation and began unbuttoning her blouse. Penny's eyes followed the slow revelation of skin beneath the flaps of the cream material as if hypnotized. Zoë moved so that she was within easy reach of Penny's hands. I held my breath.
With a final glance around the room, Penny passed me her drink and moved very close to Zoë. Tentatively she began to stroke the underside of the proffered right tit with the very tips of her fingers. She moved them slowly, taking ages to circle the whole breast. When she had eventually smoothed every inch of the pale globe, Penny leaned forward and blew softly over the perked nipple, causing Zoë to draw a sharp breath. Penny turned her attention to the other tit, circling the flesh which seemed to leap in anticipation of the coming touch. Again she blew the tip, but she made no attempt to touch it.
I could feel my heart beating faster as I tore my eyes away, checking we remained unobserved.
Zoë began to visibly squirm. Perhaps it had begun to dawn on her (as it had on me), that this girl knew more about pleasing women than we'd assumed. Her previously hidden confidence was confirmed when she took back her drink and, taking a mouthful of vodka and lemonade, bent forward and dribbled it off her tongue onto Zoë's hot chest. Zoë squealed in surprise as she took my hand to steady herself.
Penny straightened up, pulled both sides of Zoë's shirt together and began to do up the buttons.
Zoë said nothing. She couldn't speak, but I could see silent tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She was so close. Penny turned to me, her previously calm face flushed with desire. It was as if a flower had bloomed, or maybe she was simply a better actor than we were. She moved forwards and pushed the flat of her hand against my crotch. I could feel my dick pushing back, frantic to be freed from its captivity. The power had shifted and we knew it. My pulse quickened. I liked this. I'm more submissive than master, but Zoë looked winded, surprised. I wondered if she would leave. No. Her need was already too great.
I shifted against Penny's touch. She laughed and remarked how pathetic we were, and how easily we had made ourselves vulnerable. It was shocking to hear her words, so softly spoken, especially as we knew them to be true.
The prompt opened her small clutch bag and produced the tiniest vibrator I have ever seen. It sparkled, its silver casing catching the light. Zoë audibly gasped as she watched Penny play with it in the palm of her hand. To any person passing by it would have looked as if we were admiring the very latest mobile phone.
No one spoke as Penny caressed the ON switch with her finger. We watched, hypnotised as she finally slid it on to vibrate. I had expected a dim buzz like an electric toothbrush, but it made no sound at all. It was just a small, silent, jumping tube of cold hard metal.
Zoë's eyes never left it. I swear she could already feel it grazing against the delicate skin around her clit. Would she beg? I became as fascinated with the stand off between the two women as I was obsessed with my own increasing need for personal attention. Zoë began to fidget, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Penny moved suddenly. She flicked her toy onto full speed and stuffed it down her protagonists' linen trousers, positioning it perfectly inside her thong, exactly on top of her nub.
Zoë's reaction was instant. She cried out, quite loud enough for heads to turn. All eyes seemed to be on us now as she shook on the spot. I grabbed her and held her close. She bit hard into my neck as the vibrator continued its relentless stimulation. Her orgasm was quickly over, but there was no way we could have fished the tube out with everyone watching. Within seconds concerned friends were surrounding us and asking if Zoë was okay. "Just a bit emotional" I explained as I held her tightly. "A little overcome." This was certainly true, for the silver was still working hard within her knickers and was well on the way to sending her, slightly demented, towards her second orgasm.
Penny watched; a faint smile played around her lips. I wondered how wet she might be. How much would it take to bring her off?
Cradling Zoë in my arms, I manoeuvred her towards the door, heading for my dressing room, and the peace and quiet I declared she needed. Penny followed under the guise of carrying our drinks and checking to see if Zoë was going to be alright.
Once we were safely through the door Penny squeezed her slim fingers into the thong and withdrew her toy. She ran her eyes over Zoë, who stared back, panting hard with a look of undisguised lust all over her face.
Penny unbuttoned her shirt and opened the dressing room door, explaining in a very matter of fact way that there was no point in having a thing about doing it in public if we were shut away. If the door was closed she insisted that the "oh-so- important" fear of discovery would be taken away. I knew she was right, but I also knew that the reality of that discovery was very high. Even at that point in the proceedings, I still wasn't sure how I felt about that. It wouldn't take long for members of the cast and crew to come and check on Zoë, to make sure she wasn't drinking too much or sniffing up some drug or other. After all Zoë had cultured her bad girl image to perfection. Suddenly I wondered if she was the one who deserved it.
Penny's breasts were beautiful. Dark and smooth, with two almond points just ripe for sucking; which is exactly what I did. With no invitation I simply swooped on them. She mewed with audible relief as I swirled my tongue over and around her tender skin. Then I began to nibble, increasing both my pace and ferocity as I attacked her delicious chest until Penny's body began to rock against me.
I couldn't see Zoë as I was completely consumed with the task in hand, but when I did finally rise I was greeted with the vision of my co-star totally naked, standing before us, her eyes locked into Penny's, whilst her fingers simulated my actions on her own tits.
Penny crouched down and threw off my shoes, trousers and pants. At last my dick was able to spring free. Immediately she took it in her mouth, treating me to the same tantalizing treatment I had given her chest.
Zoë came up behind me and stripped off my shirt. Soon I too was naked. Her fingers rubbed my nipples as she nipped and bit my neck with her perfect surgically white teeth.
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I watched the door.
The waves of pleasure were piling up inside me by then. I should have stopped, made it last longer, but the build-up had been so slow, so intense a wait, that the feelings within me were too strong. I screwed up my eyes and yelled out my release. The girls slackened their pace as my cream slid down Penny's rapacious throat.
When I opened my eyes a few seconds later I was not that surprised to see a small group of shocked faces peering in at the doorway. Eyes wide, they just stood there. Four, maybe five people staring, looking like a family of rabbits trapped in a set of car headlights. Yet, in a totally British way, they said nothing at all. They just stood there.
Zoë smiled and curtsied, before turning her attention to Penny's mouth with her own moist lips.
Any indecision as to whether I should preserve the remainder of my dignity was dissolved in the uncaring company of the two women before me. So I did what I do best. I performed.
I started by shoving my fingers inside Penny's soaking pussy as I stood behind her. I felt her move instinctively back onto my hand as I used it to drive in and out of her. The groans from her mouth were muffled by Zoë's lips as they continued to attack each other with ferocious passion.
My cock had already recovered itself and, taking only artistic notice of the small crowd in the doorway, I forced Penny's shaking body away from Zoë, flipped her over, and placed her, face down across my dressing table, causing its contents to be strewn across the floor. Then I began to smack her squirming arse with the flat of my hand.
A positively evil expression crossed Zoë's face as she watched me work. She picked up a hair brush that had landed by her foot, and eagerly joined me in punishing the young upstart.
As we turned the prompts bottom from chocolate brown to purplish red I began to hear voices behind me. Some were protesting, others simply moaned softly, but not one of them moved away. Perhaps they were touching each other. My dick leapt as I thought of the effect I may be having on my audience, and I smacked her harder.
Penny began to yell as we both took the evening's frustrations out on her prone arse. Then it happened. The moment we'd waited for. The control had shifted back. She begged us to stop.
Zoë hit the back of the brush against Penny's right butt cheek. I bent down and kissed the beautiful red welt that it made, making our victim sigh through her sobs as my cold lips touched her skin.
She pleaded again for us to stop.
Zoë brought the brush down on her left butt cheek.
I walked around to Penny's face, lifted her chin slightly and looked into her eyes. Did she really want us to stop? Not judging by the hungry, desperate, look on her face. I lifted my dick to her gasping mouth and she gobbled at me greedily.
I signalled to Zoë to stop the beating. She complied, before pushing Penny's legs up underneath her, so that she was half crouched and half kneeling on the table.
Zoë picked up the hair brush again and brandished it at the mesmerised audience. Then, right in front of them, pushed the handle slowly up between her own legs.
I have no idea if the sharp intake of breath I heard was Zoë's or if it was from one of the onlookers. However, the personal show only lasted a second, for Zoë withdrew the now lubricated handle, returned to Penny's raised butt and jammed it between her bruised cheeks. Penny's reaction was instant and loud. She jerked her head up, dropping me from her mouth, and howled as her body jacked against the table.
I moved round to where Zoë stood, and feasted on the sight of her sliding the short handle in and out of Penny's quivering body. Then I put my arms around my co-star and, Penny temporarily forgotten, hairbrush still firmly wedged in place, I pushed myself into Zoë and fucked her furiously against the nearest wall until we both came together.
When I finally pulled away from Zoë's spent body I turned towards the door. I'd almost forgotten they were there, those few people whose eyes were now on stalks, and whose hands were busily occupied beneath their garments.
As I pulled the brush from Penny's bruised behind, I think I may have heard applause.
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Copyright October 2007, Kay Jaybee
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Originally published October 2007: Kink!