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(Sex at the Circus, continued...)

You head up the steps into the audience where there are rows and rows of red, plastic seats, tiered to give a good view of the circus ring below no matter where people are seated. You are about halfway up when you get an unexpected view of your own.

Angelica is lying on her back across three of the seats, one foot on the floor, the other on the seat. She giggles when you reach her row. She’s playing with herself. You see her trimmed, black thatch and watch as she slides two fingers over the little mound of hair and then inserts them both into her pussy, which is clearly and deliciously wet.

A moment later you are standing over her, watching her squirm as she plays not only with her pussy and clit but her tiny breasts. She squeezes a dark nipple between thumb and forefinger and groans.

You’re mesmerised until she demands:

“Victor. Put your fingers in me.”

You lick your fingers, kneel and slide them into her, gently flicking her clitoris at the same time.

“That’s so good,” she says. “I knew it would be. You knew too, didn’t you, Victor? I saw you watching me, undressing me with your eyes, fucking me with them. Don’t deny it. We both know it’s true. We both know that you want me.”

Suddenly one of her legs is draped over your shoulder and she’s telling you to fuck her with your fingers.

You do as you are bid while she writhes on the plastic chairs and begins groaning rhythmically.

“You’re good with your… hands,” she says. “I want your hands all over me when you fuck me, Victor. You are going to fuck me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you say.

“When, Victor? I’ve been waiting for you all night. When are you going to slide your cock inside me? Can’t you see how wet I am for you?”

As you pull your cock free from your trousers, Angelica gets to her feet and bends over one of the chairs. Her pert ass is at a perfect height for your pleasure.

“Now, Victor. I want you inside me.”

You grab her hips and slide your cock into her, inching slowly into her vagina. There’s a sucking sound when you withdraw and then a wet slap as you thrust for the first time, for the second time, for the third time. She moans like an animal, deep and guttural, as you increase the pace and length of your thrusts. As you do so, she gets wetter, dripping down her thighs.

You make the most of it by reaching between her legs and massaging her clitoris with the tips of your fingers.

Her knuckles go pale when she returns her vice-like grip to the back of the chair.

“Harder,” she says. “Harder, Victor. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before.”

You oblige, fucking her as hard and as fast as you can, the sensation of your impending orgasm rising through you.

The entire row of chairs rattles. The sound clatters around the inside of the tent. It sounds as if the two of you are working the screws and nuts loose and for a moment you wonder if the chairs are about to collapse. You decide that you don’t care as she cries out:

“Yes, yes. Yes!”

When she comes, the walls of her pussy tighten like a fist around you. She is almost painfully tight, but you keep fucking her and in moments you’re both coming together. Her body milks you of your semen.

Everything is still, but you’re panting hard. She groans, enjoying the feel of you inside her.

Slowly, you withdraw from her. Your cock is slick from her pussy but there’s no trace of your cum.

“Thank you,” whispers Angelica. Her voice is cool, but you can feel her body trembling. “You can go.”

You stagger down the steps and head toward the exit. When you look back up, however, Angelica is no longer there.

The End