The Complete Corruption of Cuddles the Clown [M+F] [Reluc]

Unlike that of my philosophical cousin, the rodeo clown, my life was joyous and filled with the laughter of others. I was a clown, and loved nothing more than performing for others. It had started as a part time gig to pay my tuition, but I realized that I loved it. I loved it more than anything.

I was accustomed to getting calls at the last minute. One person forgets to hire an entertainer for a birthday party; another person changes the venue and needs to find something more appropriate for the new location. It happens, and I had to be flexible. I didn’t mind- I really didn’t have much else going on anyways. But this call was extremely last minute, and the woman on the other end of the line was obviously panicked.

“Hello, my friend gave me your number- you’re an entertainer, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered. “I-”

The woman didn’t let me finish. “Yeah, good. Are you available tonight?”

Tonight? I thought to myself. I did have plans, but my finances would hardly allow me to turn down a paying gig. Clowning may have been a passion, but it really didn’t pay very well. “Of course,” I smiled through the phone line. “What time?”

The woman gave me the time, then she gave me the location. I sighed deeply- away from the receiver. There would be barely enough time to make there, after I put on my colorful costume, floppy shoes, bright wig and cheerful makeup. I would have to hurry. I smiled to myself as I started painting my face. I was always happiest right before a performance.

I pulled up to the home just minutes before the time. Cars filled the driveway and lined the street in front. The home itself was huge- more of a mansion than anything that I had seen before. A woman- I assumed the one that had called- came out to meet me. She took one look; she seemed surprised at my costume, but shrugged her shoulders.

“Okay, whatever.” The voice confirmed that it was indeed the same woman. “Hurry up, we’re about to get started!”

She turned on her heel and headed back into the home. I had to rush to keep up with her, and lugged my prop bag behind me. She led me through the home, which somehow seemed much larger than the inside than I would have guessed. The home was dark, but soon my eyes adjusted as they made their way deeper into its heart. I heard voices, and realized that we were heading towards them. Our path ended at a closed door, and I was momentarily blinded when she opened it. The voices had stopped, telling me that we had arrived.

When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw that I was being ushered into a large, ornate living room. Half a dozen men sat in the overstuffed chairs and couches that lined the wall, each staring at me with hungry eyes. There was a raised platform in the middle of the floor. Suddenly, it all made sense.

Oh, no! They think I’m a… a stripper! I gasped inwardly. I could hear the woman talking to the men, but I couldn’t focus on what she was saying. I should have walked out right then. But I thought about the money that they had offered. And I thought about the bills that were due. And about the rent that was already late. This was supposed to be the last-minute miracle that was going to save me. I really didn’t have any other choice.

I realized then that they were all watching me, waiting for me to begin. The Woman must have introduced me already! I was shaking as I made my way to the platform. I didn’t know if I could do it, but I knew that I had to try.

I pulled the floppy shoes from my feet before stepping onto it, and then turned to face my audience. I had no idea how to begin. I didn’t know if I was expected to say anything, or if I should simply start dancing as though music were playing. But before I could do either, the question was answered for me. The lights dimmed- enough to create ambiance, but not enough to allow me to hide in it. I jumped when the music began, a driving synthetic rhythm pouring from hidden speakers that surrounded me- hardly the light, circus music that I normally used. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, then began to sway softly with the music. I forced my anxiety and fears away, and pretended as though I were alone.

As the first song progressed, I allowed myself to relax. Forced myself, really. But by the end of it, my rhythmic swaying had turned into forced and uncoordinated gyrations. The men shouted their encouragement, affecting me in a way I didn’t expect. My gyrations became impassioned, more enthusiastic. I began using the platform, dancing from one end to the other as though I had been doing it for years. I saw explosions of light from my audience- camera flashes. But instead of frightening and intimidating me, the flashes excited me. It was the attention that I hadn’t known I craved.

It wasn’t difficult to take off my colorful costume top, exposing my thin, lacy bra underneath. The makeup ended at my neck, so they could see the flesh color that I had hidden. My breasts weren’t large, but they were firm and hung perfectly on my frame. I liked them, apparently just like the men in the audience. There was a holler of delight at their near-exposure, and I could feel my nipples growing hard with the desire directed towards me. My pussy reacted in much the same way; I could feel my arousal spreading through my body like a warm liquid. And I knew that the moment the heat reached my brain, I would be lost.

And then it did. The intoxicating hunger reached my brain. I was lost. I was found. I was something new altogether, for the night, at least.

My baggy, loose pants came next; I rotated my hips as I slipped the last of my costume slowly down my creamy thighs, exposing the thin waistband of my thong and the smooth skin of my ass. I turned away from the men, allowing them an unobstructed view of my soft flesh. When I unhurriedly turned to face them again, I was wearing only my matching, sheer bra and panty set. This prompted a renewed chorus of cheers and whistles from the men. I realized that they would react to my every move; I may have been their entertainment, but I was the one in control. I smiled to myself; I could enjoy this. I wished I could have seen it! Me, still wearing my clown makeup, showing off my body. Maybe I could get a copy of the pictures.

Unexpectedly confident and refreshingly assured, I danced to the next song. I ran my hands from my thigh, over my hips and over my flat, toned stomach. I continued, sliding them upwards until I reached my breasts. I knew that the men wanted to see them, and I intended to accommodate them. But not right away. They would see them only when I allowed it. I turned, once again leaving my back to the audience, then slowly bent at the waist until my hands brushed against my ankles. I spread my legs apart, giving them a generous look at my finest assets, albeit with my holes covered by thin fabric. I stood again and turned- it was time to reward their enthusiasm. I cupped my breasts, smiling seductively, and then reached behind me with a one hand.

Unclasping my own bra was a skill that I had developed long ago, and it never failed to impress. I felt along the strap towards the clasp, then released it with a twist of my fingers. My other hand held the garment in place as I pulled my free arm from the strap. I switched hands, holding the other cup as I freed my other arm, leaving the bra held loosely in place. I knew what they wanted. I could feel their desire, directed towards me and the treasures with which I teased them. I swayed back and forth, gyrating my hips sensually in time to the music. The volume rose; the tempo increased; as it reached its crescendo, I released my hands with a flourish.

Only then did I have a moment of doubt. As my bra fluttered to the ground, as I stood topless before them with my breasts exposed, every insecurity assaulted me all at once. Before, I showed nothing that I wouldn’t have shown at the beach or swimming pool; but now I was mostly nude, and there was no turning back now. I danced through the rest of the song, allowing my body to sway sensually with the music. It felt like making love, the way my body reacted to the sounds coming from the speakers. I bent at the waist, allowing my breasts to hang freely, while slowly working the thong down my legs. There was silence in the room as each man waited to see what they desired so strongly, but were unable to due to my careful positioning. All they could see were my panties falling around my ankles, then me stepping out of them.

I was completely nude then. Completely exposed. Completely happy. I stood, showing off my thin, tight body. My pussy was waxed and smooth, with soft lips that concealed the treasures within. I danced again, seamlessly transitioning from one position to the next to show the men my charms. I felt as though I could smell their lust, although it could have just as easy been my own, and knew that each of them were certainly as hard as I was wet.

I imagined their eyes caressing my curves and crevices, seeking out my innermost secrets. And I would accommodate their desires. As the song neared its conclusion, I spun around and slowly lowered my hands to the floor spreading my legs as I did so, and exposing both my now-dripping pussy and ass to them. As a finale, I ran one hand along the back of my calf, then to my thigh, then to my ass, and pulled my cheeks apart. I had never been so exposed, at least to complete strangers. The thought of it excited me. I was disappointed, then, when the music abruptly stopped and the lights flickered to life.

I felt awkward then. I had just spread my pussy and ass for these men, but something about the harsh light made me feel vulnerable. I stood quickly and turned to face the men, drawing my arm over my breasts and resting my hand over my slit. I looked desperately towards the woman that had hired me, wondering what she expected from me next. Wondering what I would need to do to earn my money.

The men.

I knew what was remaining. I was naked and alone, and had just completely aroused the men- the same men that stared at me hungrily.

I stepped from the platform and walked towards the men; the space between us was both too great and far too short. I noticed that each of them had already freed their cocks- flesh-colored meat exposed through pants that likely cost more than I earned in a month. Some of the men were already slowly stroking themselves, while others merely positioned their rods in anticipation. Two of them were black, and their massive, veiny cocks only increased my anxiety. I was fairly petite, and the site of their thick shafts and swollen heads made me simultaneously terrified and excited.

I turned my attention to the man furthest to the right, reasoning that I could suck each off in turn and be done in fairly short order. Despite my current nerves, I had a talented mouth and tongue, and could bring a man to climax quickly. Unless I wanted to prolong it, of course, which I didn’t in this case. And having the men warmed up would make the process that much faster, leaving me surprisingly grateful for the woman’s plans. Another benefit of my plan was that the man furthest to the right was the smallest among them, which would help to minimize the sore jaw that I was sure I’d experience.

Giving my best seductive gaze, I dropped to my knees between his own. The man smiled at me, and I lowered my gaze to his cock. Although it was small in comparison to the others, it was larger than average. He was shaved smooth, just like I was, and a small amount of precum had already started to collect at the tip. I wrapped my hand around the base, and gave a few quick strokes over the shaft to heighten its sensitivity. I stole a quick furtive glance at the other men, who watched with rapt attention, then returned my own to the one before me. Perhaps, I thought, I could actually enjoy the night. I was surrounded by thick, throbbing cocks and muscular, attractive men- each of which wanted only me. I’d fingered myself to orgasm to that very fantasy countless times; I just never thought that I’d be living it out.

With a renewed interest, I licked the tip of the man’s cock, collecting the precum on my tongue with an artistic flair. He seemed to like that, judging by his passionate moan, and I enjoyed the taste more than I had expected. I licked again, this time allowing the fresh fluid to form a trail in the air between his cock and my tongue. I ran my tongue around the head and down the top of his shaft, stopping when I reached my fingers. Then I followed the line that my fingers defined, returning to the tip by licking the sensitive underside of his shaft. I did this once more before parting my ruby-red painted lips and sliding them over his head. I took him in using my tongue to explore his dick’s contours as I took him deeper inside my mouth, stopping only when I felt him press against the back of my throat. I backed off a little bit, not wanting to gag, and slowly started to move my head up and down over his cock. I would move upwards until I held only the tip between my lips, then slide downward again until he was once again pressing against the back of my mouth. Once I found my rhythm, I started stroking his cock to coincide with it.

“Fuck yes,” the man moaned, running his fingers through my wig. I looked up at him and our eyes met. Mine were seductive and piercing, while his were half-closed and dreamy. I knew that look. I knew those moans and rapid breaths. He was about to cum. Lightweight.

I moaned around his shaft. Although I was receiving no pleasure myself, I knew that the sound of a woman’s moan would reach a man’s raw, primal sexuality. He started bucking his hips slightly to coincide with my motions, and alternating between pulling and releasing the hair he held in his hands. He moaned when he came, pressing himself as deep as he possibly could into my mouth as he shot a thick load down my throat. He shuddered and moaned as he added another, sending his seed into my belly.

One down. That wasn’t so bad.

I moved to the next, perhaps more eagerly than I would have cared to admit, leaving the first man empty and satisfied. I took some measure of pride in that, knowing that I was able to coax the cum from him so quickly. But I couldn’t allow myself to lose focus now- there were still five throbbing shafts that needed my attention. I could feel a small amount of semen remaining on my lips, and I made a show of licking them clean and swallowing for the benefit of the second man. His grin told me that I was successful. I slowly worked my tongue over his cock, then took him into my mouth as well. I had never had two men in my mouth in such quick succession before, and feeling the difference between them was arousing. It felt… naughty. I sucked him eagerly, alternating between using my tongue, my mouth and my fingers to bring him closer to release. I didn’t want to think about the fact that I was actually working to bring him pleasure for pleasure’s sake- pretending for the moment that I was working to make him cum as quickly as possible so I could move on.

That’s when I felt the hands slowly caressing my tits and ass, fingers lightly teasing my nipples and running over my cheeks. I should have anticipated that. I should have, but I didn’t stop to consider what would happen if one were to give a group of men three holes and no rules. I lifted my head from the man’s lap to protest, but strong hands pushed me back onto it.

“God damn, she’s fucking wet,” one of the men said. I was. I knew that I was. I could feel my juices flowing onto my thigh, betraying my arousal. I focused on the cock in my mouth, knowing that the other men would do whatever they wanted to me.

“Do whatever you want to her.” It was the woman’s voice. “Look at her- she wants it!” Only then did I realize that I had parted my legs wider, willingly opening my body to whatever was coming. Maybe the woman was right about me- maybe I was that kind of entertainer. I could feel the raw desire possessing me. I had lost all logic and all reason- I knew only the cocks in the room, and my own eager holes.

I moaned involuntarily when I felt a finger slide along my thigh, likely collecting the juices that came freely from my slit. And a second moan was torn from me when the finger continued its path towards my pussy. It traced my lips before grazing along my clit, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure shooting through my body. I lunged forward when the sensation took me, taking the man deeper into my throat. As the finger started lightly tracing small circles around my clit, the second man pulled his cock from my mouth entirely. In the fog of my thoughts, it took me a moment to understand what he wanted, but I soon realized that he was about to cum as well. I opened my mouth and moaned again, inviting the river of cum that the man released onto me. I swallowed what was released into my mouth and cleaned up what I could reach with my tongue. The rest I wore on my face like a badge of honor.

Two down. I only had three more available to me.

“I’m gonna wreck this pretty little pussy of hers,” one of the men laughed. I smiled, waiting eagerly on my hands and knees. I felt two firm, strong hands grasp my hips, lifting me in the air to position my body for the man to take. He removed one of his hands, and used it to align the tip of his cock to my dripping, ready pussy. I felt the tip slide along my pussy lips, and shivered when it reached my clit. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensations and anticipation that the man was bringing me. Finally, I felt him press the tip inside me until it was gently held by me lips. He returned his hand to my hip, holding my body in place. My pussy grasped into him, desperate to be filled, and I tried to push my body back against him to take him into me. But his hands remained, holding me firmly in place. I was desperately frustrated.

“Beg for it.” It was the woman’s voice again. “Beg for him to fuck your tight pussy with his big, black cock.”

Although it was a direction, to me it sounded more like much-needed advice. “Fuck me, please!” I begged. I had begged for cock before, but it was always for my partner’s pleasure; never before had I been so sincere. “This little white girl needs to feel your black cock insider her pussy. Please, fu-” my begging turned into a scream when he started to press inside me.

He was slow- gentle even- but I had never before felt so full as I did when he slid deeper into my hole. “Oh, God,” I moaned. “I… I can’t even move…” I managed between breaths. I imagined that I could feel every vein and contour of his shaft as he pushed past my pussy lips, and I definitely could feel his tip as is worked deeper and deeper into me. He advanced when my pussy relaxed around him, and paused when I clenched onto his shaft, allowing my body to adjust to his size. I appreciated his patience; despite the indescribable pleasure, the pain was incredible. Finally he stopped, although I could feel my pussy walls relax around him. I was confused for a moment, before I realized that I felt his heavy ball sac pressed against my skin. I had done it! I had taken the massive cock completely into myself. Again, I felt the emotional spike associated with the accomplishment, which only heightened the growing physical pleasure that came with being stretched. I wondered what he was waiting for- I was ready for him.

“Open your mouth, slut.” My eyes shot open, then widened when I saw the other large, black cock pushing towards my mouth. That, apparently, was what the man in my pussy was waiting for. I opened my mouth and accepted the other man inside. I had to stretch my lips around it, but I took him eagerly. Two men at once. Another first for me.

When the man slowly slid out of my pussy, I was left with a profound sense of emptiness. I hoped that he wouldn’t withdraw completely, because my pussy no longer felt complete without him in it. It was as though he had awakened a need that I didn’t know I had, by giving me pleasure that I didn’t know was possible. But he stopped when his head was just inside me, before asking the other man if he was ready. That’s when I realized that they had definitely done this before. I didn’t know exactly what this was going to be, but I knew that I wanted it. He thrust inside my pussy- gently, for the first few strokes, but with more force each time. The other man matched his movements, but in reverse; when the first man would thrust deep into my pussy, the second man would pull out of my mouth. Conversely, when the second man would slide his thick cock into my mouth, the first would pull out nearly completely. They worked in perfect harmony, sending waves of pleasure washing through my body with each thrust. Had my mouth not been so very full, I would have unleashed a stream of lust-filled pleas and moans, but I was left only to whimper around his cock.

“Look at how much she loves it,” someone laughed. It was true, I was a slut, and I was loving every moment of it. My senses were in sharp focus, and I could feel every contour of the cocks that filled me; I could hear their ragged breathing; I could sense their eyes on me, watching me bounce between the two men. I was theirs entirely. I could feel the beginning of an orgasm building in my body, simmering deep inside me and waiting to boil over. I wanted more than anything to cum. I wanted to cum on the massive cock that filled me.

In what was either an incredible coincidence or a well-planned execution, both men started thrusting in and out of my body with the final few, desperate strokes that always foretold an orgasm. The man in my pussy pressed deeper inside me, fulfilling his primal need to unleash his cum as deep inside my body as possible. I could feel it swell inside me, then unleash load after load of warm cum into my pussy. I cherished it, feeling the warmth spread through me as he unloaded into me. The other man withdrew from my mouth, shooting his creamy prize onto my tongue and lips, and adding his to the man that had cum before him. His load was much larger than what was there previously, and it took him much longer to empty his balls onto my face. When the man behind me pulled free, I felt his cum and my juices flow freely from my stretched hole and slide down my thigh. The two men joined the others on the couch, recovering from the pleasures that they had found in my body.

Only one more. I was actually a little bit disappointed, but suspected that I might be able to find a way to repeat my adventures without the misunderstanding that had led to this one. I turned to the remaining man. I was desperate for my own orgasm- the one that had been denied to me when the men finished in and on me. Still it remained, a spark that remained inside me, needing only the opportunity to ignite. The man pulled me close to him, hard and forcefully. I was surprised, but realized that he was likely as aroused as I was by that time. He grabbed my hips and positioned me over his lap, which I straddled without direction or delay. I reached between my legs to grasp his cock, aligning it to my thoroughly-used hole, then slowly lowered herself onto it. I felt the tip enter me, and allowed my weight to pull me down further onto it. This man’s cock wasn’t as thick as the one that had just recently filled me, but it was longer and reached depths that had never before been touched. I rested for a moment, enjoying the sensation that this new man’s cock was providing to me.

I was once again surprised by the man’s speed and strength. With a firm, commanding grip, he lifted me by the waist, pulling me upwards and sliding me off of his cock. Not entirely, however- like the previous man, he left only the tip inside to keep his shaft aligned to me tunnel. He pushed me downward, burying his cock deep inside me once again. Soon I picked up on the pattern, raising and lowering my body onto his own and allowing his hands to explore my body freely. He rubbed my pussy lips, feeling his cock slide in and out of me, each time coated in my juices and another man’s cum. He teased my clit, bringing me even closer to my own orgasm. He traced the shape of my body, running his hands over my breasts and teasing my nipples gently; I moaned when he captured them with his fingers. He continued exploring, running his hands around to my back, down my body and to my ass. He rested his hands on it as I bounced up and down on his cock, then he slowly traced my crack to the hole. As he fucked my pussy, he slowly worked a finger into my ass until he could feel his cock through the thin wall that separated the holes.

“Fuck me, please fuck me!” I begged the stranger as he slid in and out of both my pussy and my virgin ass; having both filled was deeply erotic, and pushed me just to the edge of orgasm. I was afraid to cum, lest the man remain unfulfilled, but he continued expertly drawing sensual pleasures from my body. My resolve broke, and my own orgasm took me by surprise; I ground my body against his as the world exploded into infinite colors. All I knew in that moment was my pussy and the cock that filled it, and my ass and his finger within. I lost myself in the haze of desire and lust, and wanted nothing more in that moment than to receive his cum before my orgasm faded.

When the man pushed deep inside me and groaned, gripping my ass tightly with one hand and forcing his finger further into my tight hole, I knew that I had gotten my wish. He had cum. Each of them had cum, and each of them had done it inside me, in the hole of their choosing. I pulled myself from the man’s cock, admiring the way it glistened with our mixed juices. I laid down on the soft carpet, leaking a fresh load of cum from my pussy. I had never before been so satisfied; I had never before felt so right. As the tidal wave of orgasm turned into ripples of pleasure, I wondered if they would permit me another round.

I loved being a clown. And now I loved performing for adults, too.

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