Theatre de Amore resides solely in the realm of fantasy. Everyone in this series is a consenting adult (18+ years of age). (Elements contained in this story include: voyeurism/exhibitionism, group sex – MFF, MF, MMF, fellatio/cunnilingus, MF sex). This chapter is the direct follow up of Chapter 2, and is unlikely to make much sense if you haven’t read that shorter Chapter first.
Theatre de Amore, Ch. 3: The Muse
Anthony stood in his studio, gazing at the portrait he’d hung on the wall some weeks ago. He’d found it while visiting a small shop run by his friend, Julius, and had been unable to sleep properly until it was in his possession. He’d sat for hours, staring at the feminine image portrayed on the canvas, consumed by it.
“I found her on a trip to the Black Sea,” Julius had told him. “The artist died, and his wife was selling what remained of his works. She claimed this Thracian goddess, Kotys, had come to her husband in a dream, inspiring his work. It became so that he could paint nothing but her. His studio was full of nothing else by the time he died.”
Anthony ran a hand through his hair, then reached for his sculpting tools. As the outside light from the window began to dim, he began chipping pieces off the solid block of marble. It was a labor of love which would become his greatest work.
As the morning sun rose and the dim light filtered through the same windows, he was still at work: chiseling, shaping, forming. He took no notice when his housekeeper entered with his breakfast on a tray. He left it untouched; she removed it when she brought his supper.
The time passed in a haze for him. Anthony lost track of the number of days that had elasped. He worked; he slept. He neglected his mistress, allowing his work to consume him thoroughly. He dreamed of her, the figure from the painting, beckoning to him, urging him to finish. He could not rest until he had brought forth the female form from the block of marble.
At long last, he fell into an exhausted sleep on the chaise longue in his studio, his work finally complete.
When he awoke, he had his housekeeper send her youngest around to his mistress’s home with a note to come to him as quickly as she could. He sat, admiring his creation, marveling at the form he had freed from the marble block. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, then started as a thought crossed his mind.
He hurried to the wash basin, pulling off his shirt. He washed quickly, running a damp towel over his chest, arms, and face, before combing his hair, smoothing it into place. Throughout these ministrations, his eyes darted constantly to his creation, almost as if he feared the statue would disappear if he took his eyes from her for too long.
“So, you’ve remembered me at last,” his mistress said as she entered the studio, dripping sarcasm. “After the way you treated me the last two times I was here, you’re lucky I came at all!”
“Huh?” Anthony replied stupidly. The last time he remembered seeing her, they’d parted on good terms, or so it had seemed to him.
“You barely glanced at me when I was last here two days ago,” Maria said stiffly.
“You were here two days ago?” he asked in surprise.
“Cad!” she huffed, her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. She looked enticing, her loose blouse draping off one shoulders, spots of color in her cheeks. She put one hand on a hip, cocking it at him in challenge.
“I’m sorry, Maria, love,” he said, determined to apologize and avoid a further scolding. “I simply had to finish her. Come and look. I’ll dedicate her to you. My finest work to my favored lady.” He put out a hand. After a long moment in which he was uncertain that she would surrender her hand to him, she laid it to rest lightly in his.
He led her to his masterpiece and they stood examining it. Anthony looked closely at her face, anxious for her reaction to his great work. Her lips parted, and she stood speechless for some time. At last, she shook herself, as if shaking off water. Maria turned on him, face like a thundercloud.
“Who posed for this? What woman have you brought here? I know this isn’t based on me! Who did you have here? Is she the reason you’ve been ignoring me for the last few weeks?” She attempted to withdraw her hand from his.
“No one else!” he protested, clutching her hand to his heart. “I didn’t use a live model. Look and see.” He pointed to the painting hanging on the wall behind them. “Julius sold her to me. Once I saw the painting, I knew this was the form waiting in the marble. After being unable to work for months, you know how much this means to me!”
“Who is she?” Maria asked.
“She’s the goddess, Kotys. Look at her. Look at her beauty. She’s the goddess of the wilderness, wild, untamed.” He released her hand, moving behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders. He turned her back toward the statue. “Do you not think it’s the best work I’ve ever produced? I was just…just so inspired. It was as if she were whispering in my ear as I worked.”
“It is rather beautiful,” Maria admitted reluctantly. Anthony kissed the top of her head, his arms encircling her from behind.
“Do you want to hear how the Thracians celebrated her?” He spoke softly and seductively into her ear. His body was reminding him just how much he had missed Maria. “Every year, villages would hold a festival for her, usually up in the hills. The festival was called Cotyttia. They would cook a great feast, with special foods thought to be aphrodisiacs, and drink endless casks of wine, holding special rites of worship.” Placing a finger beneath her chin, he gently tipped her head back, and bent his enough to give her a lingering kiss. “Sexual rites. They were known for how, um, enthusiastically they were conducted. A group was selected by a special lottery, to determine who in the village would take part. It is said that some years she appeared among them and took part in the festivities.” He kissed her again, savoring the feel of her soft lips under his. “The sexual energy generated was said to ensure her blessing on the land for the coming year.” Anthony’s lips curled into a smile. “I missed you, Maria.”
“I would not have guessed from your poor treatment of me,” Maria said, clearly not yet fully pacified by his apology. Anthony nibbled at her neck, one hand stroking her hip.
“Julius said the artist who created the painting,” he said, nuzzling her ear, “did so in an attempt to call the goddess forth. He thought that he could infuse her with his life energy, and she would come to him, step right out of his painting, and be among us.”
His hands roved freely over her, stroking her wide hips, her soft belly, letting his fingers brush the underside of her large breasts.
“A feast,” she remarked absently, leaning back into him, growing restless under his touch.
“What’s that, love?” he asked, feeling his arousal increasing.
“We should have a feast. To celebrate the completion of your work. We’ll invite our friends, and you can unveil this masterpiece of yours.” She reached back, groping for the growing bulge in his trousers. “Maybe we should try celebrating our own Cotyttia,” she purred to him.
“And will we invite Kotys to join us?” he said, laughing warmly, eager for more of her touch. “Shall we ask her to bless us with her gifts?”
“Mmmm,” Maria murmured, turning in his arms and tugging at the hem of his shirt so that he raised his arms and she was able to strip it off him. One hand stroked his chest, while the other returned to squeeze his swelling member. “What gifts would she give us?”
“It’s said she could make a man keep the iron in his sword for hours at a time, and that women would have nothing but pleasure from it for all their days.” He ran a hand inside her loose blouse and caressed one generous breast, tweaking the nipple playfully.
“Ohhhh, Kotys,” Maria moaned in a pleading voice, one eyebrow quirked humorously. “Come to us, and walk among us. Endow us with your great gifts. Give us a good fuck!” She laughed, and Anthony buried his face in her neck with a mock growl.
“Make love to me,” he said, the heat in his voice causing her to shiver with delight.
“Are you inviting me to your bedroom, sir?” she said, still teasing him.
“No. Here. Now.” He grinned at her. “Right at the feet of my goddess. Let’s show her how much we, uh, appreciate her dominion.” Anthony rotated his hips, rubbing his hard shaft against her hand. “I need you, Maria. Now. I can hardly bear it.”
Maria drew a sharp breath as he tugged her shirt up and off her body. She wore nothing beneath the loose blouse. He cupped his palms over her breasts, kneading the flesh with firm fingers. The deprivation of the past few weeks swept through him, and he bent to take her left nipple into his mouth. He kissed, licked, and sucked the flesh while playing his hand over the other nipple. Maria’s fingers dug into his hair as he tweaked and teased until both nipples were swollen, diamond hard points.
He felt fevered, frenzied. He tugged at the waistband of her skirt. With a laugh, she reached back to unfasten it, letting it fall into a pool of fabric at her feet, kicking it out of her way, slipping off her shoes.
Anthony stepped back to savor the sight of her nude form. She cocked her head at him, hands on hips, posing seductively before him.
“Poor Anthony,” she said, with mock sympathy. “Only a cold statue for company these past weeks.” She ran her eyes over him. “Deprived of a warm woman for your bed.” She reached out, grasping his stiff member though his trousers. It jerked in her hand and she grinned. “No hot sheath waiting for you to sink your ‘sword’ into at night.” She licked her lips as he pressed hard against her hand. Her hands reached for his waistband, and she freed his rampant member, stroking it while she watched his face.
Anthony groaned with need, closing his eyes against the sight of her, and attempted to control himself.
“You’re already so hard, lover,” she teased, lightly scraping her fingernail along the underside of his cock until she reached the tip. Once there, she trailed the nail around the sensitive head, giving a deep throaty chuckle when Anthony’s cock gave a hard jerk. Precum oozed from the tip, and she smeared it over the large mushroom head.
“Now,” he growled at her, repeating his earlier demand. Anthony grabbed for her, caught her hips, pulling her into a tight embrace. His erection pressed against her belly as he brought his mouth down hard on hers.
“Do you love me more than your stone goddess?” she asked breathlessly as he moved his lips across her jawline and down her neck. He mumbled a reply she couldn’t make out clearly. “Then you’ll have to show me,” she demanded.
He pressed her down to the floor so that their heads were at the base of the statue. Anthony rose above her, flattening his palms on her chest, above her breasts. He ran his hands down, over the tops of her breasts, palms skating over her nipples, down her ribs, over her hipbones, to rest on the insides of her thighs. With a mischievous smile, he nudged them apart. He shifted his position, and lowered his mouth to her nearly bare pussy. He worked his tongue between her lips, plunging it inside her opening, nibbling, licking, and sucking as if he were kissing her mouth.
“Anthony,” she gasped, squirming in pleasure. Maria grabbed a handful of his hair and pressed her mound against his open mouth. He worked her, channeling his raging desire through his lips and tongue, until the area surrounding his mouth was glistened wetly with her juices. He brought her as close to the edge of her orgasm as possible without tipping her over it.
“Now,” Anthony said firmly, his voice full of heat. He lifted his head away from her, causing her to whimper in dismay at being denied her pleasure. He smiled seductively, and wrapped his hand around his engorged shaft, guiding it to her opening.
“I missed you, Maria,” he reminded her, as he drove himself inside her liquid heat.
“Anthony!” she cried, digging her fingers into his buttocks, urging him deeper. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips to meet him. He pressed forward until his cock bottomed out inside of her.
He withdrew slowly, only as far as she would allow, before sinking himself deep again.
“Make me cum,” Maria urged. “I’m so close, Anthony.”
He smiled down at her, shifting his body. He lifted her legs, so that her ankles rested against his shoulders. With her repositioned, he began to move in and out of her in firm, deep strokes.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, voice husky.
“Yes! Ohhhh, Anthony! Don’t stop!”
As he continued to pound into her, she threw her arms above her head, bracing her hands against the base of the statue of Kotys. Lost in the pleasure of their coupling, neither noticed the barely visible, warm red light that suffused the statue where Maria’s hands touched it. As she called out to him, the light pulsed and began to travel upward.
“I’m cumming,” Maria cried out, head tilted back, eyes closed. Light continued to travel in pulses from her fingertips, through the statue’s base, and up the leg of the statue, fading as it reached the center of the statue’s chest.
Anthony was breathing heavily, his face buried in Maria’s neck. He felt Maria’s tight pussy grip his cock as her orgasm tore through her. He continued thrusting hard, not relenting, even as she reached her peak. His own release was imminent, pushed closer by the sounds and the feel of her pleasure.
“Fuck!” he groaned, feeling his balls contract, ready to release their load. Just as he felt the first spurt of his cum pump into Maria’s depths, he glanced up at the face of his creation. “Kotys,” he gasped, then groaned anew as he slammed into Maria once more and froze, feeling the last of his load empty into her.
“Hmm?” Maria asked, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
“It’s almost like she’s smiling down on us,” he muttered to Maria, freeing her legs and collapsing onto her.
Maria wrapped her arms and legs tight around him, wanting to maintain contact for a short while longer.
“I believe you missed me,” she said, laughing gently.
They kissed, then she released her grip on him. After another moment, he withdrew his softening cock and rolled onto his back beside Maria. Fingers interlaced, they lay looking upward.
“Let’s have our feast,” she prompted. “You write the notes, and have them delivered. I’ll run to the marketplace to get the food and wine.”
“Yes, all right,” he agreed. He rolled toward her, reaching. “But first…”
Maria came into his arms with a sensuous laugh.
Hours later, they sat at either end of the small dining table, with their five friends scattered around the table in mismatched chairs, feasting, toasting, and laughing together. Several empty bottles of wine littered the table. Anthony was regaling them with the tale of the revelries of Cotyttia, and how Julius, seated down the table from him, had sold him the painting of Kotys. Julius filled in the story with the background of the painter, and how he had come to buy the painting from the widow.
“How did you learn about some Thracian goddess anyway?” Lizzie asked.
“I visited Galleria dell’Accademia, and asked about her in the antiquities department soon after I got the painting,” Anthony answered. “The master there was quite happy to tell me all about it.”
“I’ll bet! Was he thoroughly scholarly about it, or was he a dirty old pervert?” Lizzie laughed heartily. “You should have taken Julius with you. I think he would love to hear orgy stories.” She slipped her hand down and squeezed Julius’s thigh.
“I wouldn’t say no,” Julius answered, grinning at his lover.
“He was a bit of both, I think,” Anthony said, twirling his wine glass between his fingers. “He said those who partake in the rituals were known as baptai. The name had something to do with purification rituals. Before the, you know, sex rites.”
“Here’s to sex rites!” Yanis said drunkenly, raising his glass in a toast. The group laughed, and toasted with him.
“Are you ready to see her?” Anthony asked eagerly. He looked down the table at Maria, and caught her small, secretive smile as she sipped her wine.
His friends stood, noisily scraping back their chairs, chattering loudly with each other.
“We’ve one more bottle of wine,” Maria announced.
“Go on then, take your glasses and we’ll bring it in the studio. But no peeking! She stays covered until I’m ready to unveil her!” Anthony watched his friends lurch through the doorway, headed for the studio, while Maria fetched the last bottle of wine from where she’d stashed it earlier.
“Kiss me first,” she said, leaning into him. He smiled at her, and bent his head to obey.
“Anthony!” Julius shouted from the other room. “Where have you hidden this work of yours?”
He broke apart reluctantly from Maria, rolling his eyes.
“So drunk they can’t even spot a life-sized figure hidden under a blanket,” he said, laughing.
He and Maria walked hand-in-hand into his dimly lit studio.
“You haven’t sold it already, have you?” Yanis asked, grinning at them.
“Wha-what?” Anthony stumbled to a stop where his friends waited, looking around the studio in puzzlement. The sheet he had used to cover his finished work lay in a heap on the floor where the statue had stood.
“Anthony?” Maria asked, confusion on her face.
“What prank is this?” he demanded of his friends. “What have you done with her?”
“What are you talking about?” Julius asked. “This is all we’ve found. I’ve seen all this work,” he gestured around the studio, “there’s nothing new in here.”
“She was right here!” Anthony insisted, pointing to where the covering lay. “Just before dinner, Kotys was right here! Did you all move her somewhere as a joke while we were still at table?”
A chorus of “No” from his friends, a burst of drunken chatter among them, and Anthony spun about, disbelieving, eyes searching.
“I am here.” A light, musical voice cut through their loud discussion, seeming to echo throughout the room.
It had the effect of a thunderclap. Shocked silence fell over the group.
From a darkened corner, a figure emerged. Tall and slender but with full hips, the nude female stepped into a puddle of light cast from a nearby sconce on the wall. Her skin gleamed in the lamplight. She regarded the party clustered together in the center of the room with her green cat-like eyes, looking from face to face. Her ruby red lips curled up into the hint of a smile, and several of the group sighed as one. Sleek black hair coiled on her head, almost as if she wore a crown. A triangle of dark curls framed the mound between her legs. The dark hair stood out starkly against the pale alabaster coloring of her skin.
“You called for me,” she said, cocking her head the merest fraction and addressing the couple at the center of the group. “You have staged the Cotyttia, and invoked my name.”
“Kotys,” Anthony whispered, feeling Maria press against his side. He couldn’t take his eyes off the woman before him. He recognized the face he had spent hours carving out. It never occurred to him to think she was anyone but Kotys herself.
“This is brilliant,” Lizzie said. “You actually hired someone for your party to play a goddess!” She nudged Maria, who turned wide eyes on her.
“I didn’t,” Maria protested weakly. “We didn’t.”
Kotys walked slowly toward the group, approaching the quiet man at the far left of the cluster of friends. He stared wide-eyed as she reached out to him, brushing her fingertips across his cheek. She smiled gently at him as she cut her way into the circle of friends, lightly touching each of them as she passed.
“You,” she said at last, reaching Anthony. She laid a hand on his cheek. “You called and called for me, days without end. You prepared the vessel. You yearned for me.” She kissed his lips and he shivered with need. “You both called.” She leaned toward Maria, planting the same kiss on her lips. Kotys smiled at Maria’s dazed look. “But this one,” Kotys said, voice dropping low, one arm snaking around Anthony’s neck. “This one wants to lie with me.”
Maria gasped in shock as Kotys kissed Anthony’s mouth deeply, and he responded. His right arm came around her waist, pulling her tight against him.
“Do not fear,” she said, turning her head toward Maria. “I’ll return him to you when I’m done with him. In the meantime, you will not be left wanting.”
Kotys stroked Maria’s face and neck with the back of her hand. Maria shivered. The fingers were cool, as the statue had been, but they left behind a trail of heat as they moved down Maria’s arm. She was grabbed lightly and spun into Lizzie who caught her reflexively. Maria stumbled only slightly, throwing her arms around Lizzie. Lizzie gave a startled gasp that changed to a different sort of sound.
“For Cotyttia, all of you are certainly wearing a great amount of clothing,” Kotys said, sighing. The sound lay heavily on the room.
Julius moved first, reaching to pull his tunic off over his head.
That opened the floodgates, and the others shuffled about briefly, peeling off shoes, and clothing, to be tossed aside. Their eyes stayed focused on Kotys, who had moved out of Anthony’s embrace, and stood waiting for him to strip.
Maria and Lizzie had quickly shed their clothing and were again locked in a tight embrace. Julius tore his eyes from Kotys, attention caught by his lover taking Maria’s face in her hands and planting an open-mouthed kiss on her friend’s lips.
“Let it begin,” Kotys said.
Her voice was like a low roll of thunder in the room, sending small vibrations through those gathered, snaring them in words of power. She smiled broadly as Anthony stepped into her embrace.
His kiss was passionate, weeks of obsession and lust for her pulsing through his veins. His hands roamed freely over her form. Her skin was soft as silk beneath Anthony’s fingers. He inhaled deeply. Her scent filled his nostrils, made up of the breeze coming in from the clear blue Aegean Sea, and the pines in the woodlands of the hills above the sea. Beneath that was the scent of her feminine arousal. Anthony’s eyes slipped closed, and he could hear the waves breaking over the rocks, and birds singing in the trees. Blood pounded in his ears even as it rushed to his groin.
Her mouth on his, Kotys swallowed the low moan that escaped him.
“Anthony,” she whispered in his ear. The sound of his name on her lips caused him to become so rigid that he thought for a moment his cock might well burst.
His eyes opened and he caught sight of Maria, still locked in an embrace with Lizzie. Lizzie’s hand was at work between Maria’s legs, fingers thrusting slowly, penetrating deep with every sweep upward. He could see them shining wetly when Lizzie withdrew briefly before plunging in again. Maria clung to Lizzie’s shoulders, moaning low in her throat.
Kotys took his hand in hers and guided it between her own legs. His eyes skipped to hers, and she gave him a knowing look. His fingers slipped easily into her waiting warmth. She tightened an arm around his neck, as if hanging on to him for support. She was deliciously wet to his touch.
Sounds of pleasure surrounded him. He glanced around the room.
In one direction, Anthony saw that Yanis had Carlotta spread-eagle on the floor, his mouth on her bare pussy as she toyed with her nipples, eyes closed, pure pleasure in her expression. In another direction, he saw that Maria and Lizzie had been joined by Julius, who had one hand between Lizzie’s legs stroking in the same rhythm she was using on Maria.
Ben stood slightly apart, watching Anthony with Kotys, a hand wrapped around his stiff cock.
“You are more than ready,” Kotys said, and gripped his shaft firmly. “It will be like the Cotyttia of old.”
With that, she turned and led him by the cock to the chaise. She threw a smoldering look over her shoulder at him, which caused him to completely lose interest in what any of the others were doing. There was nothing beyond Kotys for him at that moment. Her eyes were the light bottle-green color of the sea, before they changed to the deeper green of the forest floor.
She knelt on the chaise, leaning forward to brace her elbow on the head rest. Kotys looked back at him again, beckoning him with a glance. He came in close, bumping her raised rump with his straining erection.
“Goddess of the untamed wilderness,” he muttered to himself, feeling a bit of the untamed inside himself at present.
“Now,” she commanded softly, “before my time here ends. I depart at first light, and I would have our pleasure begin.”
In need of no further prompting, he guided his cockhead to her opening and pressed forward. Her tunnel gave way to his intrusion until he was buried in her depths. He groaned deeply, feeling his thick cock wrapped tightly by her silken walls. She was so tight that, had she not been so slick, he would have been concerned about hurting her.
He drew back until he nearly pulled out, then gripped her hips in his hands. He pulled her back slowly to meet his thrust. She was hot and heavenly around him, and he felt the heat moving up through his lower belly into his chest. His breath caught in his throat for a moment until she looked back at him once more, licking her lips. Knowing somehow that she’d given him direction with that look, he slammed into her. The action forced the air from his throat, causing him to grunt heavily. She moaned with pleasure, which encouraged him to drive into her again and again. The slapping sounds of their bodies meeting joined with the other noises of pleasure filling the room.
His eyes were locked on the sight of his cock pounding into her, when he caught a small movement from the corner of his eye. She had gestured to Ben, who approached them, stroking his slim rod, and smiling.
“That’s for me,” she said in a lust-filled voice.
Ben nodded, his eyes moving restlessly over the pair until they at last came to rest on Kotys’s face and stayed there.
“Closer,” she commanded Ben. He shuffled forward.
She dipped her head and the tip of Ben’s straining cock disappeared between her lips, causing both him and Anthony to groan. Kotys kept her hands braced on the low back of the chaise, though even that could not prevent some small movement of her body as Anthony continued driving in and out of her. Ben’s hand cupped the back of her head, steadying her further, and his cock sank slowly between her full lips.
Anthony became aware that she was thoroughly soaked, as they smacked together wetly. He ran one hand from her hip along the inside of her leg, brushing his fingers over her clit, and causing her to shudder. He felt the dampness of her inner thigh, and realized that his balls must be covered with her juices.
He was breathing hard now, feeling himself getting closer. He knew Ben was watching closely. Anthony brought his fingers back to Kotys’s clit and she shuddered again as he stroked . She made muffled noises around Ben’s cock, a sound which was echoed by the other women in the room as they found their own pleasure.
Kotys’s pussy spasmed hard around his shaft. He gave a guttural cry, as his first jet of his cum erupted into her depths. A sudden urge overcame him and he reared back, separating himself from Kotys. His cock jerked, and he moved forward, trapping his cock against her ass, as a second stream shot from his tip, lashing across her back. Anthony watched in fascination as several more jets shot onto her back, forming creamy ropes and puddles that matched the pearlescent quality of her skin. His thoughts were interrupted by Ben.
“Ahhh, fuck, I’m cumming,” Ben said harshly, becoming the first to speak in the strange sensual atmosphere of the room. Aside from the sighs, moans, and other sounds of pleasure, no one had spoken since Kotys’s earlier command to Ben.
Ben pulled out of her mouth just as he began to cum. Pearly jets splashed across her lips and chin, before he took himself in hand, sighing heavily as the last of his jism dribbled against her cheek.
“Perfect,” Kotys said to Ben, licking her lips clean.
Anthony felt his heartbeat beginning to return to normal, though his mind was still pleasantly buzzed. He remained hard, touching Kotys with his fingers, while clutching her hip with one hand. He blinked, and looked around him.
Lizzie was on her back on the floor, with Maria kneeling over her mouth. Lizzie gripped her ass cheeks as she enthusiastically lapped at Maria’s pussy. Maria, looking as blissful as Anthony had ever seen her, had her lips wrapped around Julius’s cock as she looked up at him. She ground her mound against Lizzie’s mouth. Julius had his fingers buried in Maria’s hair.
“Almost there, beauty,” Julius said, eyes focused lustily on Maria’s mouth.
Kotys moaned softly, joining the moans of the other women in the room. Anthony’s attention was drawn back to her again. He loosened his hand from her hip. With his fingertips, he gently rubbed his spilled seed into her skin. Kotys shivered, and disengaged herself from Anthony. Ben collapsed to sit on the chaise that they had abandoned. Standing, Kotys pressed herself against Anthony’s body, then whispered into his ear for a moment before drawing back.
“Go to your friends,” she ordered quietly, giving him a gentle shove in his lower back. She smiled to herself as he stumbled toward the trio. When he was only two steps away, Julius pulled out of Maria’s mouth, and ejaculated onto her heaving chest.
Anthony looked back, and found that Kotys had disappeared into the shadows of the room, the same ones she had appeared from earlier.
He joined his friends, as his goddess had commanded.
And when the sun came shining through the windows shortly after dawn, Anthony’s greatest work stood proudly, gleaming marble, locked in its original pose.
* * * * * * * * *
After the stage lights dimmed, the regular cast assisted Benjamin and Charlene, our audience participants, backstage and turned them both over to a crew member so they could get dressed and be escorted out of the theatre.
We could hear muffled noises from the audience out front, a combination of clapping, some cheers, and what sounded suspiciously similar to the same sounds of pleasure that had come from the stage during the last scene.
The cast clustered loosely together backstage. Lucas, who had played Julius, was wiping Jenny’s face with a damp towel provided by a waiting stagehand. Johnny took an offered towel and turned to me, shrugging slightly, asking nonverbal permission. I nodded, and he gently wiped my face, then turned me so he could sponge off my back.
“You came again when I shot my load on your back,” he said quietly, lips against my ear. I felt his lips move into a smile. “I still remember what got you off the most, from my, uh, job interview.”
“And that’s just one of the many reasons you were hired,” I responded, remembering the feel of him pounding into me onstage. He remembered all my sexual triggers well, in fact.
“Selena!” Jenny squealed, pulling me into a tight, quick hug. “It was great, wasn’t it? I mean, could you hear what was going on in the audience? Hot, right?” She laughed, and then turned her enthusiasm on Johnny, who closed his arms around her to keep her from bouncing away to the next person.
“Mmm, if Selena would hug me too, I’d be the meat in a perfect sandwich.”
He squeezed her ass in both hands, causing her to giggle.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” I said, ready to stop shimmering under the lights now that the play was done.
Soaping myself under the hot stream of water, I reflected on what Jenny had said about the audience. Based on the sounds we could hear while on stage, most of them had enjoyed the action. I smiled to myself.
When I stepped into the dressing room, Billy was waiting for me with a bouquet of white roses in one hand.
“Selena!” A huge smile broke across his face. He extended the flowers to me, which I accepted with an answering smile.
“They’re beautiful,” I said.
“I brought the other ladies mixed bouquets,” he informed me.
It was something we had discussed before rehearsals had even begun. I had begged him not to show too much favoritism towards me, over the others, when it came to stage work.
“Where is everyone?”
“I sent champagne to them in the other dressing room. They’re having a toast and making plans to hit the second floor. Apparently, they’re eager to soak up some adulation from their admirers.”
He bounced on his toes, and I took my cue. I set the flowers down and opened my arms to him.
Billy wasted no time sweeping me into a tight embrace.
“You were brilliant, darling. Just as I expected.” He twirled me around, laughing. “They loved it! I’m sorry I was late getting backstage, but I was delayed talking with some members as they were leaving the theatre.” He kissed me, his excitement making the kiss hard, but brief. “One of my old producers wants to talk with me later this week. I’ve told him I’m retired, of course. Oh, Selena.” He set me down and held me at arm’s length, looking me over from head to toe. “My beautiful muse.” The look warmed appreciatively as he took in my naked state. I’d dried off in the shower and left the towel behind.
“Did you enjoy the play?” I asked, a smile tugging the corner of my mouth. It gave me a great deal of pleasure to see him so happy and excited. I liked the way it gave his eyes a warm glow, and brought a flush to his cheeks. When Billy’s eyes lit up, it was amazingly easy to fall under his spell.
“I did.” He cleared his throat gently. He pulled me closer, slowly, until our bodies touched by the merest fraction. My bare breasts barely brushed against his shirt, but it was enough to cause my nipples to tighten with excitement. “I already know you enjoyed it, Selena,” he said, voice dropping low. “I know every look that crosses your face.” He stroked the back of his fingers down one of my cheeks. “Every bit of pleasure you feel, I see it.” Billy brushed a soft kiss on my forehead. I sighed and closed my eyes. His lips barely brushed my eyelids as he kissed both sides of my face.
I kept my eyes closed as his lips finally met mine. He channeled his passionate excitement into the kiss, and I responded in kind.
“Selena,” Billy gasped, one arm tightening around me. “You were so beautiful on stage tonight.” He began to passionately kiss my neck and shoulders. “You made them want you. The men in the audience, stroking their erections. The women touching themselves. They wanted you, or wanted to be you.” He ran a hand down my back. “They can have you for a time, even the night. But it’s me you always come home to, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I replied, reaching for his belt with one hand while I raking the other through his hair.
“I want to have you like you were on stage tonight,” he said, leaning back so that I could finish unzipping his pants. I reached inside and wrapped my hand around his rapidly growing erection. “I don’t want to wait much longer, Selena.”
“No,” I agreed, stroking him until he was fully hard in my hand. He was average in size, but he knew how to please me. I loved every inch of him.
He kissed me deeply, before he turned me away from him, putting a firm, but gentle hand between my shoulder blades. He applied light pressure, bending me over the dressing room table.
When he guided his hard cock inside of me, I was already dripping wet and ready for him.
“Selena,” he moaned, as he began pumping into me with a steady rhythm. He would never be as rough as Johnny had been on stage earlier, but he was not in his usual gentle lovemaking mood either. From my position, braced on my elbows, my nipples repeatedly brushed against the cool tabletop with each stroke.
I was still worked up from the stage, and I had missed Billy these past few weeks. I shifted to one arm, and started to drop my free hand between my legs.
“No,” Billy said in a sex-roughened voice, stopping my hand, holding it flat on the table. “No, darling. I want you to wait for me.” He released my hand, knowing I wouldn’t move it. I groaned, half-frustration, half-pleasure. I felt his hands running up and down my back, before they reached around and cupped my breasts.
“Oh, yes,” I said, a hint of pleading in my tone. His fingers pinched my nipples lightly, then rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. His palms massaged my breasts, before he cupped them again, and began to use his grip to pull me back onto his thrusting cock.
I felt my orgasm building.
“I’m going to cum inside you, Selena. I know how much you like the feel of it on your skin, but tonight I want to cum inside you. Say it. Say it, darling.”
He knew what I liked, and I knew him as well.
“Cum inside me, Billy,” I moaned out. “I want you to. I want to feel you cum inside me.” The thought of giving him what he wanted excited me further. “Please, Billy, I’m getting close.”
His pace increased, with my hips were matching his rhythm. He was driving deep inside of me, causing me to moan loudly. I wondered briefly if the noise we were making was being heard in the other dressing room. I guessed not, as I couldn’t hear anything from over there either.
“Touch yourself, darling,” Billy said, releasing me to move my hand. I quickly found my clit with my fingers and began to rub it with two fingertips. “I’m going to cum soon. I’m going to fill you up, Selena.”
“Yes,” I cried out, “yes, Billy!”
“I want you to cum for me,” he said.
His voice was like a caress, and I called out his name as my orgasm hit me. I felt the convulsions of my pussy, and I had to move my hand away from my clit, which had become too sensitive to bear touch.
“Don’t stop,” I urged him. From the sound of his ragged breathing, I could tell how that he was close to his own orgasm.
“Selena!” he groaned, as he buried his spurting cock deep inside me. He held himself deep and still until he finished, grinding his pelvis against my ass.
He leaned forward, his breathing hard and fast next to my ear. He held me close to him until we had both regained our breath. I savored the weight of him against my back, and the reassuring connection of our still-joined bodies.
“Will you come down and sleep with me when you’re done with your night?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“They can have you for an evening, Selena,” he said, repeating what he’d said earlier. “But it’s me you come home to sleep with at the end of the night.” He peeled away from me, and I straightened, turning to him.
I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.
“It is you. I love you, Billy.”
“I love you, darling. Go play, and I’ll see you later tonight.”
“Will you go enjoy yourself?” I asked, curious about his own plans for the rest of the night. I didn’t really need to know, since he’d tell me about it another time, in detail, if I wanted.
“I think I may go entertain a bit.” He grinned. “But you’re the one I always come home to, as well. Remember that.”
We kissed again, passion spent, affection still present. After he had gone to find his own amusements, I dressed, and carried the roses to my room. I would check on the fourth and second floors, then free myself from work for the rest of the night.
It was time to play.
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In the late hours of the night, after prepping for bed upstairs, I entered Billy’s basement suite to find him also readying for bed. Knowing his habits, I had made every attempt to arrive before he had time to fall asleep. He would often drop to sleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. I envied that.
We greeted each other with a kiss, each of us too exhausted by the evening for more. I stripped and climbed under the covers, snuggling into his arms.
“I forgot to tell you, I scheduled catering to come Sunday night and host a cookout for everyone. As a surprise thank you for the wonderful job they’ve done on opening weekend. You’ll notify them?” He kissed my temple.
“Are you going to attend?” Billy’s lifestyle included frequent parties, but strangely, he didn’t enjoy them, and took every opportunity to escape one if he could.
“I’m going to our apartment in the city for a couple of days. I’ll come back by Thursday morning.” His eyes slipped closed. “Come stay a night or two with me? Take a little break.”
“A night or two,” I agreed.
“I love you, darling,” he mumbled sleepily.
He was asleep before I could respond. I let my exhaustion pull me down into a deep, dreamless sleep, content and relaxed in Billy’s arms.
More to come…
Author note: I played with writing the theatre scenes (aka Billy’s plays) such as the one that makes up Ch. 3, in different ways. Ultimately, they work best when written as a story within a story.
Thanks to andyinoz for the continued assistance in editing these chapters, and to some Lit friends who did advanced reading to provide feedback.