Crybaby Clown Novels & Stories

Hailey: You better don’t keep me waiting, I'm almost at your house. Chloe smiled at the text and then she shook her head. Hailey sure was interested in the ice cream Zach promised. She knew she had a crush on him, and hoped that it wasn’t something serious, because she couldn't become some "you don’t have to cry anymore” kind of friend. She sighed as she typed her response. Chloe: I just got out of the shower. Shouldn't you come upstairs to come to help me out, or do you prefer I look like a spider?

"Yes, squeeze my brat more! Uhm! Uhuhuhuhhhh! Fck! That’s it, my slutty girl! Uhm! Uhhh! Uhhhh! Take it! Take this huge cck!" "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Luan! Luan! More! Give me more! Water my slutty pssy too!" I scream at him, moaning in pleasure. He rapidly teases my clt, making my eyes roll back. I squeeze his large b*rat tightly because I’m about to finish again. "Luan! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Here I go! Ahhhhh! I'm commmiiinnnggggg!!!" I shout. My juices gush out, and my back arches. My body pulses as I climax.

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

As despair settled over me, Violet twisted off the lipstick cap. Smiling, she drew on the blurry black-and-white image. A grotesque clown with tears of blood. "See, Clara? Isn't this cuter?" She held up her masterpiece like a kid showing off a drawing. "A sad little clown baby. Very artistic." Something inside me snapped. I don't know where the strength came from. I tore free from Kent's grip and lunged at Violet like a madwoman. "I'll kill you!" I slammed her to the floor and wrapped my hands around her throat.

“My name is Hugh Curt.” The first clown introduce, finally putting a name on his funny bright colored hair and after his sentence, he reached behind him and pulled forward the second clown, a young girl who didn’t look more than twenty and had bright strawberry pink hair. “And this here is my daughter, Eliana Curt. She is your future fiancé, so please treat her well.”

She did not understand why the man in front of her always said the same things to her. "Done," said the man as he rose from his position. "Take this, you need it more than I do," said the man as he handed the small bottle that was in his hand to Angel. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding? I have some antiseptic supplies at home." She sighed softly. "Rather than that, thanks for treating me, Kevin." The man sighed softly. "How many times have I told you? My name is Calvine, not Kevin." The man looks to protest.

a haggard-looking wolf shifter yelled, grimacing through the rain. "Are you serious?" Claw chortled, looking back and forth between us. Then his expression dropped as soon as he realized that no one was laughing. "Are you telling me you don't recognize my buddy here?" He pointed at me, and I swear if he weren't one of us, I would have ripped his motherfucking hand clean off. "Have you been living under a rock? He's famous. For an extra twenty bucks, you can take a selfie and get an autographed photo," the jackass continued to run his smart mouth, which was not part of the plan.

So, men were pricks, and women were a little dramatic-it seemed both genders had their drawbacks. "Yeah, no problem." I hugged her and let her cry on my shoulder for far too long before I pushed her back to see why her face was puffy and swollen. "What's wrong? Collier being an ass?" "What? Oh, no. He's fine." "Then why are you crying?"

Clara smiled at me as she said, “Damn girl, your pussy is fucking soaking wet.” Clara removed her finger and I saw my juices dripping from it. Clara moved her finger to her mouth and she licked then sucked at her finger. She removed her finger with a pop from her mouth. Clara looked at me, “Don’t hate me Tara, I just can’t stop myself.” Clara buried her face between my legs as I screamed, asking, “Clara, what are you doing?”

I’d gladly die if it meant Saph’s pussy would be the cause. “Oh, it’s so much fun to hug you. Do you feel the vibrations too? Do I have magical skin?” she asks sweetly before licking my neck and running her hands up and down my chest and arms. Oh fuck…I feel like the rabbit from Bambi when he meets his bunny girlfriend and his ears stick up and his foot thumps uncontrollably. She’s my Bunny. “You smell like cotton candy and leather. That’s a weird smell for a clown. But, then again, you are a sexy clown!” I guess I smell like cotton candy and leather to her. Good to know she can at least scent me, but will she remember any of this in the morning?