Cumming with the Bearded Lady

The circus was packed, a full house, people squashed so tight along the rows of bench seating they were arm-to-arm, knees pressed into the backs of those sitting in front.

Heath peered from behind the curtains, his chest still heaving from his acrobatic stunts high on the trapeze with his equally lithe partner.

She was off showering already, but Heath couldn’t miss this next performance.

Simone was breathtaking. She was the reason the audience was here: her voice, her presence, her light, luring them in night after night.

She was the reason this circus survived at all.

And no matter how often Heath heard her sing, she still took his breath away, each and every time.

Simone hit her final note and the audience rose as one, clapping and cheering as she curtsied and bowed her way off stage.

Heath waited until she was through the curtain then spun her around so she was in his arms, their lips pressed together.

They wasted no time, ducking out of the big top and back between rows of tents and vans until they were safely ensconced in Simone’s sleeping quarters.

It was the only time they could be together — their performances over, no other responsibilities or chores to fill their time.

Heath grabbed Simone’s hips, pulling her close, his hands roving up either side of her body, his cock twitching as she pressed herself against him.

He ran his fingers through her long wavy hair, cupped her face to gaze into her deep brown eyes, then pressed his mouth against hers again, his fingers brushing through the thick beard covering her chin as her soft lips parted to let his tongue through. Her whiskers tickled his nose and cheek, freshly shaven as he was for his part in the night’s performance.

She peeled his suit off his shoulders, rolling it down his body as he pulled first one arm then the other from the sleeves, groaning as she dropped to her knees before him and freed his cock from the confines of the stretchy fabric to take it in her mouth.

‘Fuck.’ He closed his eyes, throwing his head back, desperate for her to keep going but knowing he couldn’t last much longer.

He wove his fingers through her hair and pulled her away, dropping to his knees to press his lips against hers again, before kissing across her bearded jawline and down her neck to taste the tops of her breasts as he fumbled with the laces on her blouse.

He took one nipple between his teeth, gently nibbling as his hand rolled the hard nub of the other between his fingers.

She gasped, pulling at her dress so it fell around her waist, and with his free hand he sought out her already wet pussy.

She spread her legs, and he pushed her back onto the mattress, his cock pressing against her entrance as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbing him with one hand to guide him inside.

‘Fuck me,’ she ordered, her voice hoarse. ‘Hard.’

He obliged, thrusting deep and hard and fast as she moaned his name, meeting his every movement with thrusts of her own.

She groaned, holding his gaze as she came, her fingernails digging into his shoulder, her heels into his back, and with a few more pumps his cock twitched inside her, filling her with his sticky white seed.

They held each other close, moving only when the dull roar of chatter and footsteps reach their ears.

‘Audience is leaving.’ Heath kissed Simone’s forehead, and they untangled themselves to dress. ‘Time to pack up.’

‘Tomorrow night?’ she asked.

‘Every night,’ he promised.

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This was written for a circus prompt, over on Medium. The prompt asked for clowns... but somehow I ended up with these characters instead...

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