Patron Reward: Creme de Creme (Patreon)

Back to the patron rewards with more of the sexy circus full of sexy clowns. Now with more Creme; the French goth mime. Kept it quick paced and packed with little scenes. I'll also be posting the usual links post on Twitter with some art the buyer got to match!, so you can check that too. It was also fun tapping into my old French classes and that time I played a Canadian fur trapper in a Deadlands game and learned about French/Quebec cussing. It's mostly saying church-related things at all.

Among the surprising amount of horny clowns at Carnal’s Carnival, there was Creme. She was a seductive-looking mime, sparing words for a sleepy, seductive gaze. She kept her long, dark blue hair and favored skimpy black clothes. Torn, black and white striped leggings went from her calves to her boots. Icy blue eyes stared half-lidded from behind white face paint and a pompom-tipped black hat. A high-waisted top and a low-hanging skirt left the edges of her underwear and a navel piercing visible.

Running with her silent gimmick, she wasn’t the most useful employee for most of the usual game booths and rides that required instructions. She simply wheeled her cart around the carnival grounds, shaking her hips for customers to catch a glimpse of her thong from below and above her skimpy skirt. She peddled wares to anyone who’d approach her, the pushcart loaded with variously novel or useful items for sale. Souvenir sex toys, condoms, lube, erectile aids and the like were there for whoever wanted them. Her perky, wiggling booty and  flirty glances tempted them even further.

“Scuse me, miss!”

A fit-looking woman approached Creme’s cart, flagging her down. She came to a stop and leaned on her handles, wiggling her fingers in a playful wave.

“I wanted to see what kind of vibrators you had here. Something I could take home with me,” the guest said, brushing some short, messy black hair from her face.

Judging by her shortened breath and disheveled hair, she had already been sampling the carnival’s attractions. Creme just smiled and nodded, turning her cart around to show her the shelf she asked about.

“Thanks. Do you have any recommendations, er…?”

The woman looked at the mime, trying to find some indication of what to call her. Creme gave a flourishing gesture up at her cart’s sign with Creme’s Delights spelled out in festive black and white lettering.

“Oh, Creme? That’s a pretty name,” the guest noted with a hint of blush crossing her cheeks.

The mime’s smile curled a bit higher. Sharper and more confident. She plucked a thick and curved vibrator from its spot on the cart and gestured towards it as she held it up, acting like she was showing off a prize on a gameshow.

Once she had the brunette’s attention, Creme looped a hand around her waist and pulled her in closer. Her customer gasped softly but smiled as she was drawn up tight against the gothic mime’s body, pressing breast to breast with her. Creme gave a light twirl to turn the guest back around, leaning her painted face over her shoulder as her hands slid seductively down the brunette’s hips. The woman shivered as the clown activated the vibe, tracing the quivering rubber over the front of her shorts.

“Aimez-vous la petite mort?” Creme purred gently into her ear.

The woman shuddered in her grasp as she pressed the sex toy in further. The brunette’s eyelids fluttered, overwhelmed by her predicament. Creme could speak perfectly fine, of course. She even knew English, if slightly flavored by her accent. She genuinely enjoyed her job, and she found that teasing was more fun when it was her own little secret kept from the rest of the customers.

Creme pumped her hips, grinding on the brunette’s tight ass. The quiet clown enjoyed her job, and not just because she got to mess with her customers. She was genuinely horny at any given time of day, and would have considered doing the job for free if it weren’t already a paying job. It just happened to be a convenient way to get her rocks off.

Creme kissed at the horny guest’s neck, slipping the vibrator down the woman’s panties. She left a trail of dark lipstick in her wake, painting the trail her lips took like footprints. The sticky makeup made the woman’s skin tingle even more as Creme delicately dipped the demonstrated vibrator further inside her, pumping it in and out unseen beneath her pants.

“Ne crémez pas votre pantalon, mon petite,” Creme purred into her ear before biting on her lobe.

It proved to be a sweet spot that pushed her over the edge. The woman shivered in her clutches, cumming over Creme’s sex toy and her black gloves. She slumped into the curvy clown’s grasp, looking up dreamily at the smirking clown. Creme just raised an inquisitive eyebrow as if she already knew the answer.

“I’ll take two,” the woman sighed listlessly.

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They exchanged goods and money, and the guest left on jelly legs. Creme just watched her go, eying her ass in hopes that it would return to her in a wet dream. The circus certainly had no short of fetish fuel for the customers and employees alike. She took off with her cart again, trolling about for any more buyers. When nothing came up soon enough for her liking, she wheeled her way over to The Frog Bog.

She was always fond of Hopscotch, who spent most of her time at Carnal’s there. The game was simple enough for the ditzy girl to manage on her own. She wore overalls and kept her green hair short and wide. She had long leggings on and an undershirt with sleeves long enough to hang over her hands. She wore her iconic hat shaped like a happy frog face with two long limbs dangling down past her face. Between all that, her long legs and her crooked posture, she looked built for the swamp-themed carnival game.

The ditzy carney took a while to notice Creme was coming, but she waved her sleeved hand happily at her when she did.

“Heya, creamy! How’s it going?” she asked.

She leaned over her countertop, lined with rubber frogs, foam hammers and tiny catapults. A large, raised pool of water was mounted in the middle of her booth with lilypad-shaped bowls waiting for guests to launch the toy frogs inside for one of the other toys dangling over her head.

Creme gave an indifferent waggle back and forth with her hand. The mime hopped onto the countertop to sit facing the froggy girl. Seeing as Hopscotch wasn’t busy with any customers, Creme didn’t waste any words. She was riled up from her latest teased customer and was ready for some relief of her own. She spread her legs for her fellow carney until her skirt rode up, making her thong cling to her soaked pussy.

“Ohhh. One of THOSE kinds of days, huh?” Hop said with a dopey nod.

“Well why didn’t you say so?”

Creme let that one slide without even rolling her eyes. She could put up with a lot when it came to Hopscotch and her impressive talents. In fact, one such talent had the frog girl as part of the carnival’s “freakshow,” and Creme was happy to make use of it.

Hopscotch unrolled her tongue, letting it roll a few inches past her lips. And then a few more. The frog bog pressed her happy face between Creme’s legs, curling her long and powerful tongue to lap up the front of the soaked thong. Creme gave a soft coo, rolling her hips to hump against Hopscotch’s hungry tongue. The mime shut her eyes in pleasure as the froggy girl gave her just what she’d wanted.

Hopscotch started to dig in deeper. She pulled aside Creme’s thong to let her long and flexible tongue shove itself inside her pussy proper. The mime gave aneedy moan as it swept around her labia, smearing her juices around to mix with her saliva before letting it wriggle even deeper. Creme gasped and gripped Hopscotch by the head, keeping her from pulling out while urging her further still. The gothy clown’s fingers curled, squeezing her hair from beneath her goofy frog hat.

“Mmnmm millmin?” Hopscotch asked, batting her eyes up at Creme.

Creme tried to scold her for talking with her mouth full, but she couldn’t find the words in French or English. She only gasped again, arching her back as the helpfully horny girl’s attempt at speaking made her tongue roll and curl around inside her. It tapped firmly at the clown’s clit while probing into every crevice she could have ever wanted Hopscotch to enter. The frog girl’s drool ran down her creamy thighs as Creme started to double over, spitting out a few exotic and curt profanities.

“Sacre~!” she gasped.

She clutched tighter at Hopscotch’s head, which she took as a go-ahead to keep licking harder and faster. The mime gasped rapidly as she bit her painted lip. Her tongue curled until it formed a loop that clenched around Creme’s clitoris while pressing on her g-spot in an exceptional show of oral dexterity.

“Merde… zut alors…”

With a fresh spattering of French cussing, Creme’s legs squeezed around Hopscotch’s cheeks. The resident frog girl wasn’t going anywhere, but she’d be stuck there if she was thinking otherwise. Creme’s hips bucked and ground against her, bouncing her butt against the countertop in her rapidly building arousal.

“SSSSSSS-CINQ SIX BOÎTES DE TOMATES VARTES~!”

The mime finally broke into a gushing orgasm, coating the hardworking tongue inside her with her cumming cream. In a moment of passion, Creme’s hips lifted off the counter to grind hard right against Hopscotch’s face. She lost track of herself as she let her ass come dropping back down, her cheeks smacking on one of the frog-launchers along the counter. With a series of thuds and splashes, she barely noticed the rubber frog flying over her head and landing somewhere in the pond.

Hopscotch’s eyes lit up. She withdrew her tongue with a noisy slurp, licking the cum off her lips and cheeks. She beamed proudly and took out a wrapped lollipop shaped like a pair of breasts, holding it out for Creme.

“Thanks for playin’!” she chimed as she handed her the consolation prize.

Creme smirked, shaking her head as she still took it from the dopey carney.

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Creme polished off her candy as she went back to her business. Even after the intense orgasm, she was already thinking of her next one. The horny mime managed to show off her goods and give enough flirty glances to keep the customers coming to her.

Unfortunately, they were the only ones cumming. The mime was bent over her cart and fucked against the side of a booth by a few different visitors, but they always finished before her. The mime bit her tongue, of course, but she’d spare them a scolding look.

“Damn, that was great. You’re hot for a quiet chick, you know? And looks like I don’t need those pills after all with a hot ass like that around to get me going,” her latest customer flirted.

He pulled back out of her messy slit. The clowngirl nodded lazily as she used one of the countless cleaning wipes around the carnival to tidy herself up before hiking her shorts back up. She was getting herself wound up again, and she’d have to find another way to vent her pent up arousal before long.

She saw a perfectly good lead for that as a pink-haired clownish fuckboi walked past her line of sight, a corndog halfway down his throat. Olive reminded her of something and she left her cart to flag him down. He choked down his bite of corndog and looked up wide-eyed as she took his shoulder.

"Où est Taffy?”

“In English, please? Alls I heard was Taff…y. Oh. Why’m I feelin’ insulted right now?”

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Now THAT was what she needed. Taffy had been checking over the stock in the prize storage room when Creme caught up to him. The helpful twink soon gave her what she wanted as she stripped down. She was pinned up against the wall of the storehouse, panting wildly as he pounded her from behind. The blue-haired femboy was nothing but sweet, but it was no secret that he had what had the biggest dick on the entire carnival.

“Oui… oui… baise moi~!” Creme pleaded highly as her hard nipples bumped rapidly against the wall.

“I… I am. I think,” Taffy assured her.

“So long as ‘baise’ means what I think it does… oh!”

Creme had six inches and climbing of Taffy’s dick inside her, clearly trying for more. She grabbed the hung clown by the wrists and led them to her hair, making him take the cue to grab her by her twintails. He pulled firmly and Creme cried out passionately as he plowed even deeper inside her. His lean belly son pushed against her ass as he pumped all the way inside her, leaving her mouth hanging open in delighted surprise. She raised her legs as she leaned her hands on the wall, bracing herself so she could wrap her legs around Taffy’s waist. The completely suspended mime was putting her whole body into riding him and getting him as impossibly deep as she could with her eyes rolling with pleasure. Her tongue rolled out past her painted lips, glossing them with her drool as her body started to convulse. Her pussy clenched hungrily around Taffy’s dick, milking it greedily as she squirted an orgasm over it, just to keep grinding going for a second.

Taffy moaned and leaned into her, holding her in place around his cock by her hair. He gave a short, sudden gasp as he finished inside her as well, filling her insides and then some until his jizz was spilling out of her. It only made it hotter for the wailing mime as she squirted again, mixing their juices together before she slumped against the wall like a cum-stained ragdoll.

“Ta bite est incroyable~!” she panted highly, her bare chest heaving to catch her breath. Her legs finally gave out and landed on the ground again, letting Taffy carefully pull his way back out of her.

“Yea, well… glad to help. Er… oh reservoir?” Taffy offered in the best French he could muster.

Creme gave a long, satisfied sigh as she patted him on the cheek.

“Taffy, I speak English,” she assured him before heading back to her cart.