The heroine in Frank Noir’s erotic novel “Naked Circus” is Kate – an attractive young woman born to British gentry. When her father dies and her mother remarries, she runs away from the family mansion to join a travelling circus.
As the troupe turns out to be a motley crew of perverts and deviants, it becomes a journey of personal and sexual development for Kate.
And maybe in the midst of the carnal chaos, true love awaits?
Excerpt from Chapter Ten:
As Kate turned to walk away, the clown grabbed her arm.
“No,” he said. “No go. Come inside? Please?”
She tried to look inside the tent. But with the lamps unlit, it was quite dark and seemed empty.
“Um, what’s inside?” she asked quietly.
“Clown fun,” the clown replied. “Good fun. Come inside.”
“I really don’t …”
Holding on to her arm, the clown dragged her into the big tent. Kate dug her heels in the ground and kicked back, but he was too strong for her.
“No!” she protested. “What are you …? Why …?”
The darkness inside the tent confused her, but as her eyes adjusted, she gasped.
Clowns!
There were maybe ten of them – most of them in variations of the auguste outfit, one with a long, red, fake nose. Among them she saw the tall, solemn-looking white clown, and one dwarfish-looking apparition posing as a miniature auguste. As they saw her, they all laughed – a weird, hollow laughter that resonated around the tent.
“Oh, no …” Kate whispered.
“Pretty lady!” one of the augustes said. “I like pretty lady.”
There were murmurs of consent and replies like “Me, too”, “yes, yes” and “pretty lady”. Until the clown who had grabbed her interrupted his mates:
”Quiet!” he said. “I find pretty lady. Now time for clown fun.”
A roar of joy filled the tent. She struggled in her captor’s grip, but he just held her harder by both arms. As Kate looked around in panic, the clowns began dancing. Two of them pulled a huge, circular trampoline into the ring. It was as if this “clown fun” was a common ritual, and they all knew their place in it.
The white clown came up to her, his white face emotionless as he began undoing the front of her dress.
“What? No!” Kate cried. ”Don’t do that!”
Another clown came up to her, and as the first one held her, they undid every strap on her dress, eventually pulling it down, exposing her naked body to the troupe.
“Yeah!” a clown yelled. “Nice titties!”
“Pretty pussy!” the dwarfish clown said. “Like pretty pussy.”
Two clowns grabbed her and placed her on her back on the trampoline. Before she knew it, her hands and feet were tied with ropes to the outer rim of the trampoline, fixing her in a spread-eagled position.
“No!” she cried again. “Let me go!”
The clowns danced around the trampoline, several of them rubbing the crotches of their oversized trousers. The white clown knelt down between her thighs and solemnly said – in a surprisingly normal voice and accent:
“And so – let the clown fun begin.”
The white clown stuck out his tongue – pink, wet and unusually long – and let it run up and down across Kate’s naked pussy. As she anxiously lifted her head, she saw him licking eagerly around her little pink clit. She yanked and kicked at her ropes.
“Licky, licky!” one of the clowns cried.
Kate felt the white clown poking two long fingers into her, moving them back and forth, still licking and slurping at her flesh. The smell of greasepaint was overpowering, yet something inside her stirred, as she slowly began to grow aroused. It was not just the white clown’s skilled manipulation of her tender cunt. It was something more – something more shameful. It was lying naked, tied to the trampoline. It was being surrounded by the denizens of her childhood nightmares – the most horrid creatures she could imagine. And knowing that they – in whatever depraved way they wanted – were going to have their way with her.
She felt herself involuntarily grinding her hips, pressing her flesh against the white clown’s face. His tongue slid into her wet crevice, poking her, drinking her abundant juices. Around them the dancing clowns were dropping their trousers, showing off their erect and semi-erect members, joyfully masturbating.
“Pretty lady is horny lady,” one said.
“Pretty lady like fuck,” another answered. “Like plenty clown-cock.”
“Clown-cock in pretty pussy,” the dwarfish clown said, eagerly stroking his erect shaft.
Kate couldn’t tell whether his member was gigantic, or if it was normal size, only appearing large on his diminutive body. Two clowns stood next to the trampoline, holding a huge pie, covered in whipped cream. A third clown dipped his erect member into the pie, covering it in cream. He waddled over to Kate’s face and offered his cock to her mouth.
“Licky, licky,” he said.
Obediently, Kate opened her mouth, letting the clown thrust the tip of his creamy shaft in between her lips. He moved his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. She tasted the soft, sweet cream, licked it off and swallowed it. The clown’s member throbbed against her tongue.
“Pretty lady love creamy cock,” a clown laughed.
The auguste with the long, red nose danced around the trampoline. He still had his trousers on, although a bulge in front revealed his excitement. As the white clown saw him, he lifted his head from Kate’s flesh. The white greasepaint had rubbed off on her thighs.
“Ah, Auguste,” he said to the red-nosed clown and moved aside. “She is all yours now.”
The red-nosed clown knelt down between Kate’s legs, smiling manically. He forced her thighs apart with both hands – and drove his hard, rubbery nose into her cunt.
“Aaah!” Kate cried.
She could feel the clown’s hot breath on her thighs as he moved her head back and forth in a hard, fast rhythm, his long, hard nose poking her tender insides.
“Lady like nose-fuck,” a clown said. “Nose-fuck the lady. Fuck! Fuck!”
A choir of clowns joined in the chant: “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Kate raised her head. As the clown thrust his red nose in and out of her slippery crevice, his hand reached inside his trousers, stroking his member vigorously. He was drooling with lust. The sensation of the rubbery nose poking her cunt sent shivers through Kate’s naked body. If he kept that up, he would make her climax.
Another clown dipped his cock in the cream pie, and again Kate licked it off, slurping loudly, which he seemed to enjoy. His erect shaft jumped spasmodically inside her mouth.
The dwarfish clown clapped his hand.
“Clown-cock!” he declared. “Give pretty lady clown-cock.”
As if obeying an order, all clowns now dropped their trousers and stepped out of them, all now naked from the waist down, except for their floppy shoes. They all had full erections, most of them masturbating, shamelessly showing off their members to the bound, naked Kate.
“Clown-cock it shall be,” the white clown said. “Which one of you fine gentlemen shall be the first to fuck today’s slut?”
A murmur broke out among the clowns, their grotesque faces further distorted by lusty grimaces. They crowded around the trampoline, showing off their erections, masturbating. Kate yanked at her ropes, looking from one to the other.
“Yes,” the white clown finally said, pointing at an evil looking clown who was bouncing his stiff member up and down with his fist. “You, Sir. Go right ahead.”
Kate gasped at the thought. He was really going to fuck her. And when he was finished – then what? The next clown – and the next?
The evil clown chuckled, as he assumed the position between Kate’s naked thighs. His erection was pointing straight up – he had to use force to bend it down and direct it towards her cunt. Soon she felt the swollen head poking against the mouth of her flesh.
“Pretty lady like clown-fuck?” he asked. “Hard clown-cock in pretty pussy?”
“Wait …” Kate whispered. ”Please …”
”Fucky, fucky!” the other clowns chanted, drowning out her protests. “Fucky, fucky!”
With a loud grunt the ugly clown buried the entire length of his hard shaft inside Kate’s sex.
“Aaah!” she cried.
The clowns let out a roar of joy at the sound of her scream. The ugly clown began thrusting hard and fast, as Kate writhed helplessly on the trampoline. She felt his cock, slippery from her juices, pumping vigorously in and out of her tender cunt. It was no use trying to fight it – she really was excited. With every stroke she felt her arousal building towards the inevitable climax.
“No …” she whimpered again.
“Yeah,” the clown said. “Pretty lady wants to fuck. Clown make pretty lady come.”
“Make her come!” the clowns chanted, dancing and clapping. “Make her come!”
Kate’s head was spinning. As she tugged at the ropes, they burned her wrists and ankles. Hideous clowns danced around her naked body, either clapping or masturbating. The heavy smell of greasepaint made it hard to breathe. And in the midst of this chaos, she was about to come. Kate arched her back, her nipples as hard as pebbles, as the ugly clown thrust and thrust and thrust into her succulent flesh.
“Aaah!” she screamed. “Aaah!”
She cried and cried again, as the orgasm surged through her body, her pussy clenched around the clown’s stiff rod …
(To be continued)
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