My Kinky Clown: Big Shoes and Big O’s

My Kinky Clown: Tempted by Tilly Tally

Hello, naughty ones. If I could go back in time a few years, I never would’ve guessed that I would have to contemplate dating a clown one day. But life has a funny way of making you question things, especially when the guy making your toes curl at night happens to spend his days making balloon animals and pulling scarves out of his sleeves. Such was the case with Clay, my kinky clown. He had me laughing, moaning, and second-guessing everything I thought I knew about what turns me on as an extra horny MILF.

I met him at a library, of all places, and I was instantly attracted to him because I have a thing for bookish nerds. Plus, he had this way of making me laugh so hard my stomach ached – outside the library, of course. But it wasn’t until date number four that he told me why he was a barrel of laughs: “I’m a professional clown,” he said casually over dinner.

I literally did a spit-take on my wine, thinking he was joking.

However, his blank expression let me know he was serious. Then reality quickly started to set in. I was dating a guy who proudly wore a big poofy wig and oversized floppy shoes as a uniform of sorts. That was a lot in and of itself. But then I had to make peace with the fact that he also shot Bang guns when he and his fellow clown friends weren’t shooting each other out of cannons. They also juggled things and threw pies at people at birthday parties and corporate gigs to keep the lights on. And they often drove to and from these gigs in a tiny car that they all piled into for additional money and laughs, I suppose.

Now I like to think I’m pretty open-minded, and I champion people who follow their passion, as long as they’re not hurting anyone in the process. Plus, I certainly don’t have a traditional job myself. So far be it for me to judge anyone. That said, Clay’s bombshell announcement made me feel as if I’d been shot out of a cannon. And all I could picture was my kinky clown grinning at me with overdrawn lips when he kissed me goodnight.

Tied, Teased, and Tempted By My Kinky Clown

I tried to keep my thoughts to myself. But my face obviously gave me away because Clay showed up at my doorstep about an hour later dressed as his alter ego Tilly Tally with a multicolored trunk by his side. He told me he could tell I was having second thoughts about our relationship, and he said he wanted to change my mind.

“Trust me,” he murmured, looping the first scarf around my wrists. “It’s not just for magic tricks.”

And oh, how he proved it! Those hands of his, deft, practiced, and so good at misdirection, kept me guessing. Every flick of his wrist was another sensation, another moment where I couldn’t predict what came next. One second, soft fabric was sliding over my skin, and the next, it was his mouth.

Things Get Messy With My Kinky Clown

Tilly Tally had a very particular way of making things dirty. At first, it was just playful – a little teasing and gentle restraint. But soon after, he really committed to the act and had me begging for more.

My kinky clown reached into his oversized trunk again and pulled out some colorful plastic rings. Then he stripped and knelt before me with a rock-hard cock. He took my hand and pressed the rings into my palm. “Here’s the deal,” he said. “You land one around my assistant Mr. Happy, and I’ll do whatever you want for as long as you want.”

I shivered. “And if I miss?”

His smirk was pure sin. “Then I get to decide what I want you to do for as long as I want.”

I bit my lip, considering the stakes, and then I tossed the first ring. It missed. But the next ring landed perfectly around the base of his cock. And when Tilly Tally’s eyes met mine, dark and full of promise, I knew exactly what I wanted.

My kinky clown’s obedience was instant, and his mouth was relentless, making me tremble and cry out. Then a cold, creamy mess was smashed right into my face. And the scent of vanilla and sugar flooded my senses as I gasped.

Yes, Tilly Tally pied me mid-orgasm.

And I had never been more tickled and turned on in my life as I licked my lips, enjoying the sweetness of the pie in addition to Tilly Tally’s tongue and his unconventional use of balloon animals.

He made me cum multiple times before he flipped me over and gave me his own personal cream pie. Later on, I ended up with “silly string” all over my face and tits, also courtesy of his assistant Mr. Happy.

Clay, my kinky clown, showed me just how much fun it can be when a man brings his work home, regardless of his chosen profession.

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