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To my left there was Sue Perkins and to my right, a smartly dressed Jimmy Carr.
To Sue’s left, there was Richard Hammond and to his left, sat Karl Pilkington.
To compete among those I grew up watching on the telly was quite a surreal experience. I was an up-and-coming comedian and knew how appearing on Taskmaster would jettison my budding career beyond my wildest projections. There was a heavy weight upon my shoulders to perform well or at the very least provide enough entertainment that other gigs would continue to keep my bank account afloat. Thus far, I was in the middle of the pack and performing fairly well but not nearly enough to generate as much buzz as I had hoped. My Twitter and Instagram accounts were growing but at a sluggish, disappointing rate. We were in the middle of filming the second episode of the series and I tried to tell myself that as the series progressed, I would steal the spotlight with a great prize task or some witty banter with Greg.
But for the time being, I didn't have the voice to reach Greg as I was very distracted by the giant sitting across from me who had been teasing me throughout the evening.
My gaze shifted from the screen above the stage, which was showing Richard struggling with an armful of various colored water balloons, to Greg Davies himself.
The Taskmaster slipped his right hand into the pocket of his trousers. I inhaled and held my breath, bracing myself.
It went unseen but I knew what he had done.
A low vibration tickled my core as I stared at the silver haired man, my thighs pressing together. He could be so cruel. Thankfully the other contestants and audience members paid no mind to my subtle shift in posture. I felt my upper back muscles tighten as the small wireless vibrator continued to jitter and pulse against my clitoris in a playfully gentle manner. The sensation then leaped in intensity and I curled my toes, my limit growing achingly closer but before I could chase and capture that blissful crescendo it suddenly ceased altogether. Greg’s lips curved into a sly grin before he looked to the screen as Alex blew the whistle, indicating Richard’s task was now complete. Richard gave an awkward wave and exited the room on screen.
Greg made a snappy comment about his attempt and Alex played the final two contestants left, myself and Jimmy Carr. Greg caught my eyes again before we both looked to the screen. In the forefront of my mind, I hoped that I wasn’t shaking and if I was, that no one noticed. Halfway through the task, Greg turned the vibrator back on, prompting my hips to inch back and forth, trying to generate even more friction. A fevered warmth swarmed my cheeks as Greg continued to silently offer praise in the form of increasing the intensity. It took considerable willpower to watch how Jimmy and I completed the slippery water balloon task which had also involved more maths than I cared to fuss over.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see the smirk Greg was wearing, him taking obvious pleasure in my situation.
He had been teasing me for the entirety of the taping and after nearly 90 minutes, during which I climaxed three times, I was ready to collapse into a puddle under my chair. When the video cut, Greg allocated points with protest from Richard and a victorious cheer from Sue. Alex revealed where the five of us stood as we headed into the final task. There was a slim chance that I could claw my way to second or even first place but my mind was a white hot haze. My fourth climax had seized my body as my toes curled and my body stiffened. My jaw locked and I stared at Greg pleadingly. He finally granted mercy as he turned off the vibrator, allowing my sensitive nerves relief. “Okay then. Who says the second time isn’t as special as the first?” His voice was tender before his excitement took over, “It’s time to please make your way to the stage for the final task of the show!”
A man behind a camera announced they had stopped filming to allow the crew to ready the stage. The audience cheered and one of the producers announced that everyone was allowed some time to move about before filming would resume.
Finally another break.
Greg got to his feet as did Alex. The men exchanged a brief look before Greg sauntered off the stage and walked around to the back. The other contestants got up to stretch their legs while Alex went to speak to one of the producers. Sue flashed me a smile and a wave, “Some game huh?” She was giddy which didn’t surprise me as she was in the lead at the moment. “Would you like to grab a quick snack?” The break would last about twenty minutes but I intended to spend that time with a certain individual who had a nasty habit of teasing me on and off-camera.
“No thanks, I’m going to get some fresh air I think.” It wasn’t the best excuse but it was all I could muster in my current state of exhaustion. With care, I rose and walked around backstage, my feet carrying me to Greg’s dressing room nestled at the end of the hallway. There was little point in knocking so I let myself in and shut the door behind me. Greg was lounging on a black leather couch, his long legs propped up on the stretch of cushions, his back pressed against the wall. His right arm was draped along the back of the couch as his other hand was fiddling with his belt buckle. “Christ, Greg.” I sighed and reached back to flick the lock on the door before twisting the knob to ensure it was indeed locked. “You nearly stopped my heart with that last one.” My tone was cross but only mildly, as my frustration faded, seeing Greg reveal his hard cock with the simple unzipping of his trousers.
“I was just thinking about you. How many times did you cum, love?” He asked in such a casual manner that one might imagine he was asking about the weather.
I hurried over to the couch and began to pull down my dark denim jeans when Greg reached over to scoop me into his lap, not known to be a patient man. My right palm pressed into the wall behind Greg as my other hand gripped the tall back of the couch for support, my legs bending to rest around his larger frame. “Four.” I dipped my head down to offer the Taskmaster a sweet kiss. His grip on my waist tightened as our kiss deepened, tongues engaging in a constant battle for dominance. He growls into my mouth as I lean into him, my bare thighs brushing against his exposed, throbbing cock. The kiss breaks and we both gasp for air. My forehead rests against his own as he begins to tug at my jeans so he can access my panties.
“How did you like your little task?” He asked, using one hand to peel back my soaked panties which clung to my folds. His other hand slipped into the ruined undergarment and plucked the baby blue vibrator from its designated position, my clit. Greg held up the small but mighty toy between his fingers before he popped it into his mouth, sucking hard. He let out a deep moan before he spit it out and put it in his pocket. “You taste absolutely wonderful, my love.” He proclaimed as the same hand slipped back down to touch me. It took mere seconds before his large hand was coated in a thin layer of my juices, glistening in the dim light of the dressing room. “Messy girl.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he positioned his fingers to my lips, wordlessly commanding me to clean him as he had the vibrator.
I opened my mouth and he carefully inserted each finger, one at a time, for me to suck and lick clean. Once Greg was pleased, he pulled me back in for another kiss, his hand grabbing my hair while the other caressed my slickened folds. Although I still felt somewhat unstable, I moved my left hand down to grab onto Greg’s cock, beginning to stroke his length. Greg let out a small moan before capturing my lower lip and biting. I shivered and quickened my stroking. I knew he wanted to be inside of me but I wanted to make him beg for it first. “Tell me you need me.” I breathed as I wrapped my free arm around his neck, my fingers reaching up to cup the back of his head. Greg looked at me and slipped a finger inside.
I closed my eyes and swallowed a groan in my throat.
“Actions speak louder than words.” Greg grumbled as he added a second.
“Tell me you need me.” I whispered.
It seemed as though my stubborn boyfriend was keen to relent, his defenses crumbling as I lightly cupped his balls. “I need you.” He finally breathed. I released him and swung my arm around his shoulder. He placed both hands on my hips once more as he lifted me up, before bringing me down to take his entire length inside. We both let out strained moans. “You feel fucking amazing.” His lips then met mine in a fiery blaze, leaving my lips scorched. I began to ride him, rocking my hips up and down, his hands guiding me to increase my pace. “Faster, love.” His breath seeped into my lips.
But before I could respond, there was a firm set of three knocks.
I froze and gave Greg a look as he eyed the door. “Yeah, what?” He barked, his annoyance understandable.
“They want you back on set, we’re starting up again shortly.” It was Alex.
“Yeah okay, thanks.” Greg replied curtly, a sour expression sinking into his face as he had to hastily accept that our reunion behind closed doors wasn’t going to conclude how either of us preferred. Greg and I had met seven months ago when he was scouting for contestants for Taskmaster. Many were looking to get on the show but Greg and Alex wanted to stay away from those who were too eager to perform. Greg had come to one of my shows in Dublin and after my set, he bought me a drink and we got to chatting. We hit it off naturally and began texting one another on a constant basis. It started off professional but soon turned into something rather flirty. His charm and confidence won me over and we began seeing one another exclusively but given I was to be on Taskmaster, we decided to hide our relationship until all filming had wrapped.
With the studio filming beginning to pick up steam, we only had a few more weeks before we could make our relationship public knowledge.
Alex was one of the few who knew and he surely knew what he was interrupting when he called us back to the stage.
I eased myself off of Greg and stepped back, beginning to pull up my jeans. Greg grumbled and remained where he was. “I’m sorry.” I said apologetically although I knew the timing wasn’t really my fault. I knew he was displeased, to say the least and the feeling was quite mutual. While I loved the toy, it couldn’t compare to the sensation of Greg being inside of me, his hefty width and length filling me entirely, and then some. Once I checked myself in the mirror, I looked back to Greg. “You did complete your task spectacularly, my dear.” I flashed the older man a smile. It had been my idea to give Greg the task of making me climax as many times as possible before the final task. We had even settled upon a safe word in the event it was too much for me. But thankfully, Greg had still been careful about not overwhelming me so we were both able to revel in our naughty escapades. “Four points is fair.” I chuckled as I made my way to the door.
By now, Greg had gotten to his feet and adjusted himself. He wore a cute pout as he walked over and unlocked the door. I looked up at him, he stood a foot and a half taller than me and while he mocked his height, I adored him endlessly. “Next time it’ll be five.” He said in protest as he leaned down and kissed me softly. I smiled against his lips. Greg then brushed the side of his face against mine, his grey stubble nuzzling me as though he were a cat. He knew how to make me weak in the knees with a gesture, a look, a hand placement, and obviously a tenacious toy. “Good luck.” He said, opening the door for me. “I’ll be watching.” He put on a stern look as I grinned.
“I’ll be sure to give you a proper show then.” I winked as I sauntered into the hall and hurried back to the stage which had been set up with bowls of fruit and some darts.
Interesting.
After a minute, Greg emerged and took his seat on his throne while Alex stood beside myself and the other contestants. With the cameras now rolling, the audience was cued to cheer as the final task began, Alex asking me to read the task. The remainder of the filming progressed with plenty of laughter, struggle, and sarcastic quips. I inched along the leaderboard and claimed second place for the episode though I was still in the middle, overall. As everyone began to leave for the night, I said my goodbyes to the others and went out the side exit. I lingered by my car which I parked near Greg’s. If we took the same car, people would surely take notice and talk. After ten minutes, Greg walked over to his car, now dressed in jeans and a faded blue tee shirt, over that a puffy winter jacket left unzipped. He spotted me and altered his course.
“Call when you get home.” He said as he approached my car and leaned against it, crossing his arms.
“Of course.” I smiled and unlocked my car with the press of a button. “You’ll be alright?” I asked, mostly asking about our abrupt ending in his dressing room. A part of me still felt guilty about his predicament and that if I hadn’t taken so much time to tease him. Greg let out an amused scoff and waved a hand to dismiss my concerns.
“You’re too sweet for this old man.”
I looked at him with a mild scowl. “You’re not old.”
“Ancient.”
“Oh shush, you.” I shook my head and grabbed onto his jacket, pulling him down to kiss him. “You’re seasoned.” I giggled and let go. Greg loomed over me still and let out a low chuckle of his own. He kissed the top of my head and then opened my car door. “I’ll talk to you later.” I said as I got in and he shut the door, leaning over with his arms resting on the top of my Toyota.
Greg nodded and kissed my cheek before tapping the roof of the car and stepping back. “Drive safe.” He said before he watched me buckle up and drive off. The drive along the A40 was uneventful and by the time I arrived at my London flat, my stomach was rumbling. I ordered curry on my phone once I parked against the curb. Next I sent a quick message to Greg, letting him know I was home and had a good time filming. I then asked if he would be free tomorrow to grab lunch or some coffee. I headed up to my flat, taking the lift up to the second floor. At the moment, I couldn’t summon enough strength to walk up the stairs, as silly as that was. Upon unlocking my flat, I went straight for the faded forest green sofa and sank into it, my mind able to drift without any present distractions.
Perhaps next time Greg would aim to shatter his current record of four points.
A smirk tugged at my lips as I knew he would and I couldn’t wait for my Taskmaster to unravel my senses all over again.