The Clown's Harem

The short black-haired woman stood up quickly, her eyes shining with desperate joy. She yanked off her prisoner outfit in seconds, tossing it aside.

Her small, pale body was completely naked now. Small tits with hard little nipples, a flat belly, and a smooth, hairless pussy already starting to get wet just from the thought of showing her body to The Clown.

Without waiting, she turned around, bent over the chair, and pushed her ass high in the air. She reached back with both hands, grabbed her small cheeks, and spread them wide open.

Her tight virgin pussy lips parted, showing the slick pink inside, dripping with excitement. Right above it, her tiny pink asshole was fully exposed, winking slightly as she held herself open like a whore.

She looked back at Solomon with flushed cheeks and hungry button eyes.

"Please, Mister Clown... use your fingers on me. Take my innocence. I’m yours."

Well, if you ask so kindly.

Solomon rose to his feet and casually approached his desperate worshipper.

He carefully analysed her lips. They were puffy and swollen, two thick, soft mounds of flesh that pressed together tightly even while she spread her ass wide. The outer lips were plump and smooth, slightly darker than the rest of her pale skin, forming a neat, meaty slit that glistened with her juices.

When she pulled harder, the puffy lips parted with a wet sound, revealing the slick, shiny pink inside. Her inner lips were small and delicate, but the whole pussy looked fat and juicy. A thin string of her arousal stretched between the folds, and her tight hole twitched visibly, already leaking more clear wetness down toward her clit.

The puffy goodness of her virgin pussy was right there, inches from his face, swollen, dripping, and completely exposed for him.

He ran his finger up her length, towards her hole. Her body squirmed beneath his touch.

He tried to press his finger into her, but met great resistance, despite how wet and lubricated she was.

One of his eyebrows rose as he continued probing her.

And this virgin woman wanted to have sex? She is too tight.

As he slowly buried the tip of his finger inside of her, he couldn’t help but ask,

"Have you ever fingered yourself before?"

The woman looked back at him, blushing and biting at her lip seductively.

"Never, even though I am an adult... Is that embarrassing?"

Solomon didn’t answer.

No. I just wonder why you are suddenly acting so dirty. Is it your pent-up lust?

He kept those thoughts to himself as he pushed further inside. His finger was now halfway in, and after pushing a bit harder, it went in all the way.

"Wahhh! Is this what sex feels like? It’s so good," the woman cried, as she pushed her buttocks back, trying to push his finger deeper inside of her.

Solomon could tell that the woman was easing into it. Her tight hole was gripping his finger tightly, trying to suck him in.

He gently eased in a second finger. It slid into her with a quiet squelch. A droplet of clear liquid trickled down his hand. It belonged to the pleading worshipper.

"Sex?" he repeated casually. "This is nothing but a finger."

The woman kept on bouncing back on his hand, so he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her, stretching her virgin hole wider. Clear juices began to drip down the inside of her thighs, making her pussy look like a good mess.

"I want the whole thing, Mister Clown. Please, can’t you have sex with me?"

Solomon laughed. "You are not ready."

"I am!" she cried, continuing to bounce herself.

Oh yeah?

The Clown curled his fingers upward and started hitting a soft, spongy spot deep inside her.

The moment he rubbed that spot, the small woman’s legs started shaking. Her virgin hole suddenly clamped down hard around his two fingers, and a loud, broken moan tore out of her throat.

"Nnghh—! Ahh!"

Her lips quivered, then gushed.

A hot splash of clear liquid squirted around his fingers and sprayed onto the floor.

She tried to keep bouncing, but her hips jerked wildly, losing all control. Her swollen cunt kept pulsing and squeezing as he rubbed her g-spot faster, forcing more messy squirts to shoot out with every thrust.

"You are not ready at all," he said coolly, with his fingers still working inside of her.

Her whole body trembled hard.

Her button eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open, drooling as she came on his fingers.

The proud virgin who had begged to be fucked was now just a shaking, squirting mess, proving Solomon right with every sloppy pulse of her over-sensitive pussy.

He pulled out his fingers with a plop and left the woman twitching with her naked body pressed up against the chair.

Eventually, she collapsed and fell onto the soft pink clouds. She had been defeated.

He waited a full five minutes for her body to recover, and for her mind to start working properly again.

Once it had, her eyes returned to their normal position and she looked up at the clown. There was drool running down her chin, like she had just woken up from the greatest sleep of her life.

Solomon looked down at the woman, and his expression gave nothing away of what he was thinking.

"Next time, you will listen when I speak. You were not ready to have sex with a god. Do you understand that now?"

Still slightly dazed, the woman nodded her head and wiped her chin.

"Yes, Mister Clown. Thank you for pleasuring me... Although I’m imprisoned in the real world, this is the best day of my life."

Solomon felt a slight bit of pride after hearing her words, but he did not show it.

Instead, he simply nodded.

"Return now. You know what you and the other prisoners must do."

The woman rose to her legs shakily.

"Yes, Mister Clown."