Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
“Excuse me?” I say, laughing. “She’s your favorite now?”
“We’ve become besties,” Charlotte says.
“Clearly.” Obviously, Lucky’s enjoyed his daily fix of Charlotte as much as I have. I can’t say I blame him. She’s irresistible.
“I made us turkey sandwiches today,” Charlotte says. She’s been doing this every day, since I first dropped Lucky off with her. She has lunch ready for us when I get home from school. While we eat, we talk the day’s upcoming shows and whatever else.
“Awesome. Thank you.”
“I used gouda cheese on both sandwiches,” she says. “But I can take yours off, if you don’t like that kind.”
“No, I love gouda. In fact, to paraphrase the immortal words of the bestselling boy band, ever: ‘I want my sandwich that way.’”
Charlotte snort-laughs. If there’s one thing I can always count on, it’s that Charlotte McDougal is gonna laugh at any and all boy band jokes. They literally never miss with her.
Still giggling, Charlotte hands me my sandwich on a paper plate and we head to her card table in the living room. Before taking her seat, however, she says, “You smell delicious.”
My heart jolts. “Must be my aftershave. I took a quick shower before coming over and put some on.”
“It’s yummy. Keep wearing it, please.” She leans in close and takes a long, sensuous whiff of my neck. “Yumm-o. You smell good enough to eat.” She raises a singular eyebrow, suggestively, and my body electrifies at her implication. Oh yeah, she’s definitely hinting she’s planning to introduce full-blown oral sex into our shows today. To be honest, I’m dying to eat her. But if she’s thinking the other way around, that’s great by me, too. Not only for my own personal enjoyment, but for the sake of the show.
We’re making money hand over fist now, and people obviously love everything we do, but I feel like we’ve done everything there is to do with my cock, short of oral sex and actual sex, over the course of the past eleven shows. It’s definitely time for us to level up in order to keep our audience’s full attention and the money pouring in.
By now, Charlotte’s stroked my hard cock endless times. Licked it like a popsicle too many times to count. She’s played my cock like a flute during our Revolutionary-War-themed show, pretended it was a joystick while controlling the robot-version of me, and gripped it like a microphone while belting out an enthusiastic rendition of “I Want It That Way.”
For my part, I’ve dragged my hard cock across every inch of Charlotte’s naked body, other than her bullseye, unfortunately—usually, while my dick is clad in some sort of hat and/or costume. That is, until the hat or costume inevitably falls off and makes us both laugh with glee. I’ve titty-fucked Charlotte, many times, usually until I’m gasping and groaning and ultimately showering her tits, face, or ass with my load. I’ve slapped her across the face while interrogating her and across her bare ass cheek to “punish” her for being a “bad girl”; I’ve poked her in the ear with my cock, so it could supposedly whisper its request for the secret code to The Cave of Wonders. And on and on. So, yeah, as much fun as we’ve had over the past shows finding more and more creative things to do with my hard cock that won’t breach Charlotte’s currently stated boundaries, I do think the time has finally come—pun intended—to introduce a new sex act of some sort.
“You smell damned good yourself,” I reply suggestively. “Good enough to eat, I’d even say.” I raise a singular eyebrow, like she did a moment ago, and Charlotte snickers.
“Patience,” she says, taking a seat at the card table. “The show ideas I’ve got for today wouldn’t include that. Today is going to be all about our beloved prince finally getting to thoroughly explore this cave right here.” She points to her mouth and flickers her tongue. “The Cave of the Magic Eel.”
I laugh. “Whatever you say, boss. You’re our resident porn genius.” I should be thrilled Charlotte’s planning to blow me today. Three times. That’s what she just tacitly confirmed. But I can’t help feeling a tad bit disappointed. We’ve already agreed not to fuck on-camera, and I’m honestly glad about that. But knowing there’s my favorite thing in the world still left undone—eating her till she’s screaming my name—is slowly driving me mad. I’ve tasted Charlotte’s pussy via the juices slicked onto my fingers, many, many times, so I know she’s gonna taste incredible when I finally get to eat a full meal of her. But, man, the anticipation is fucking killing me.
“Today’s shows will be as follows,” Charlotte says. “Drum roll, please.” When I drum lightly on the card table, she says, “The Loch Ness Monster, Anaconda, and The Astronaut on Planet Pussy! In that order.”