Burt had no idea how he ended up in a room with his former teacher half-naked and dressed like a sexy clown. He had just been going to the fair with his pals Trevor, Sam, Nico, and Mikey. The others dragged him into this funhouse run by a group of sexy clown ladies. You had to run from one end to the other. Going room to room players were knocked out until only one remained. That player, who turned out to be Burt somehow, won the grand prize. He had no idea what it was only that it was sexual. His busty former heath teacher was a surprise for both of them.
"Burt?!"
"Mrs. Merryweither?!"
"What... what are you doing here?" Burt asked.
Merry, as she called herself, sighed and sat on the side of the bed.
"I've always had a thing for clowns. Hell, I always wanted to be a clown. My parents wouldn't have any of it. They insisted I be a teacher. So I put my dreams away and went to school. I was a good student. I did my work and kept my head down. Then one Halloween everything changed.
"My roommate wanted me to go to a party with her at the local sorority. I argued that I didn't have a costume. She had already bought me one. She had no idea about my past so I guess it must have been destiny. She tossed me some white face paint and the skimpiest clown costume had ever seen. My heart stopped, my breathing became heavy, I felt an excitement I hadn't felt in years. I had to do it.
"At the party, I met a cute boy. Turns out he was very turned on by my costume. It was some very hot sex. We would sleep together every weekend. I would always wear the costume. It got to the point where I could only have sex dressed that way.
"After I left school, I started my teaching career. I tried to put the costume away. I tried to be normal. That meant I went a long time without sex. If I did it was only with strangers out of town, dressed as a clown. I was ashamed of my behavior. I could never let anyone in our town know about me."
Burt sat down next to her and patted her leg.
"I won't tell anyone."
Nico shivered in fear as he looked up at Bongo. He didn't know why but the look in her eyes scared him deeply.
"H...hello."
"Stuck?"
"Y...yes."
"Well, that's too bad."
"Can you help me up?"
"I can."
He waited for her to do something. She just stood there. Watching.
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Going to help me up?"
"Hell no."
"Why not?!"
"You have to earn it."
"Earn it?! How?!"
"You're going to kiss my ass."
"W...what?"
"You heard me, little boy. If you want up off that floor you have to kiss my big, juicy ass."
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"I...just...can't."
"Then I'm afraid you're stuck there."
"Please!"
"You know what I want."
"Fine. I'll do it."
"Excellent."
She flipped up her skirt to reveal her massive ass.
"Just kiss it. Who knows, you might even like it."
Somehow, he doubted that. She slowly lowered herself down until her ass was just inches from his face.
"Ready?"
"I guess."
"That's the spirit."
She gently laid it over his face. He sighed a big sigh. Then he puckered his lips and kissed her ass. He had expected a terrible taste to assault his mouth. After all, it was her ass. Instead, it tasted like buttercream. He felt something on his lips. It was a lotion of some sort. He found he rather liked it. Nico kissed it again.
"Good boy."
He kissed again and again becoming lost in the sensations.
"That's my good boy."
"Alright, you've had your fun," Bongo said, standing up.
Nico moaned, wanting more.
"Now it's my turn."
She pulled a Twizzler out of a box in the cupholder of a nearby seat. She rolled it between her fingers for a second. Seemingly satisfied she rubbed it on her mouth. It produced what Nico realized was lipstick. She smacked her lips a couple of times before looking down at him, smiling wickedly.
"Your face needs more color."
He never got a chance to ask her what she meant. She bent down and planted a big wet one on his right cheek.
MWAH!
Nico couldn't see it, but he could feel the large red lip print she had left.
"Still not enough."
She planted one on his left side.
MWAH!
"There, now you match."
"Is that all?" he asked.
"Why, whatever do you mean?" she teased.
"It's only two spots. Shouldn't my whole head match?"
"By George, I think you're right."
MWAH! MWAH! MWAH!
Soon his whole face was covered.
"Do you want a taste?" she asked, smacking her lips.
He nodded dumbly.
"You have to promise me something."
"Anything!"
"Thank you," Merry whispered.
Part of her was glad that of all her students it had been Burt. He was one of her favorites because he had a little secret. She had stumbled onto it when she subbed in at the computer lab. Cute little Burt had been looking at sexy clown art. To find someone who shared her passion lifted her heart. This was the only chance to act on this knowledge.
Merry straightened up and took on a more regal tone.
"Welcome champion. To win your prize, your currency of the realm..."
That's right. It was two hundred dollars.
"... you must reach yonder door while avoiding me and my many traps. Pray, think you can do it?"
"I'll try."
"That's my boy. Now begin."
The suits of armor by the door raised their crossbows at him. Burt gulped.
"Better start running," Merry warned.
He made a break for it as the weapons fired. He ducked as they dragged a net just overhead. This was nuts! He army crawled across the floor. He climbed over a green lump only for it to shake and sway. Burt realized too late that the lump he had bothered had been a tail. A dragon's tail. The great beast's mechanical head descended from a faux window above mouth agape.
"Crap!"
Instead of fire, it released a strange, sweet-smelling gas. Burt shook his head but it already felt heavy. So did his limbs.
"What...is...this?" he coughed.
"Chloroform."
"What?! Why would... why would you... use that?"
"Because when you wake, you'll think all of this was just a weird dream."
"How...how do... do you know... know that?"
"I've done it over two hundred times over the last five years.
Burt couldn't understand her words as the darkness took him.
Merry smiled down at Burt's sleeping body. She gently stroked his face. There was just something about him. She just wanted to explore every inch of the boy. She tossed off his socks and shoes before sliding him right out of his pants. She ran her hands over him, kneading and feeling. She propped him up against a large body pillow, securing his arms to the headboard behind him with a pair of fuzzy cuffs. None of her other kidnappings felt this good.
The first came six years ago. A year before she would join this motley crew of clown MILFs. She had begun roleplaying online as Merry Weather, her clown-sona. It had been harmless flirting at first. Soon the conversations became increasingly sexual. It was the most erotic thing she had ever done. At least until that message.
I have a strange fantasy, the man messaged her.
Do tell, she typed back.
I want to be kidnapped by a clown and kept as her sex toy all night.
Wow, that is a different one.
Bad different?
Good different.
Would you do it?
The question caught her off guard. Not as much as her response did though.
Tell me where.