Patron Reward: Olive the Clown (Patreon)

Wrapped up a bunch of writing today, so here's another $50 Pornomancer reward story. A patron's OC Olive, the clownboi, tends to a few customers at their horny traveling circus. Got some gay stuff if you're wary of that.

Carnal’s Traveling Carnival was a unique spectacle all its own. The carnival had its target audience of adults rather than kids, leading to the expected tone of a circus with the raunchier angles added onto it.

The entire setup was established under one massive tent, containing all their booths, shows and games. On top of being an eye-catching spectacle, privacy was a major factor to Carnal’s. Tickets allowed entrance while also encouraging the visitors to have sex anywhere on the premises, including with any willing employees.

Olive was one of the clowns working at the carnival. He worked the condom popping/dart throwing game, leaning casually on the booth’s counter. His face was painted in a mix of black and white and his cotton candy pink hair was tied in an upturned ponytail. He was a bit on the short side and packing a bit of extra weight, giving him a slightly soft and feminine build. He wore a snug shirt exposing some of his belly over his similarly tight-fitting slacks. A variety of plush toys that varied from cute to raunchy were suspended behind him around the oversized dartboard loaded with the inflated condoms.

A colorful sign was mounted beside him, offering all the rates the game was going for.

3 darts for $5. Pop three balloons for a small prize or a kiss. Pop five balloons for a medium prize or a blowjob. Pop ten balloons for a large prize or a “round with the clown.”

“Gonna have to do better than that, pal,” Olive teased, his casual Boston accent flavoring his words.

The guy frowned and set down another ten dollars.

“Few more.”

“You got it,” Olive agreed, plucking some of the darts out of the back wall.

“But if I were you, I’d just settle for the kiss and call it a day.”

The clown had started keeping track in his head. The guy had spent almost $200 just to get a few pops. He grabbed his fresh darts and nailed another, bursting it to make it four.

“Ooh, one more. Hope you don’t need to blow another twenty bucks for that.”

The spectacled man grunted and tried to focus on the game. He threw a few more misses before he managed to finally pop his fifth balloon.

“Hey! You finally got it. Wayda go,” Olive said with a teasing grin.

“You gonna turn them in now or go for broke?”

“I’ll take that blowjob, thank you,” the guest replied, tossing his last dart at the board out of principle.

Olive shrugged and lifted the bar that separated him from the general public.

“Customer’s always right, I guess,” the clown conceded as he got to his knees.

His mouth stayed open to keep up his taunting when the frustrated customer took his prize. He whipped out his thick and waiting dick and thrust it straight down Olive’s throat. The clown’s eyes went wide, and he choked out his last attempted words, all of them stifled by his customer’s shaft. He planted his hands on the visitor’s legs, steadying himself as the guy humped hard and deep enough to honk Olive’s round red nose against his stomach.

Mumbling in mild annoyance, the sassy clown was forced to open up his throat just to hold the hung guest. His colorful head bobbed with the thrusting, both enjoying the rough treatment while wondering if he was a little hard on the guy. At least he was enjoying getting his hard-earned prize, even if Olive would have gladly sucked him off for fifty bucks from the beginning.

With another long squeak of his nose, Olive felt his ponytail pulled hard to drive his face right against the customer’s lower abdomen. He shot his load so deep down Olive’s throat that the clown thought her heard it splashing right into his stomach. His trusty gag reflex held strong as the hot seed settled into his belly and the man unsheathed his dick from Olive’s drooling lips. With a satisfied sigh, he gave the clown a quick thanks and went back to enjoying the carnival.

Olive swallowed hard and shook his head, adjusting his pink ponytail.

“Guess that saves me a snack break,” he grumbled as he got back to his feet.

There was already another young couple eying the booth from nearby. Olive only had to flash them a smile and a wave for them to come over. He saw the girlfriend/wife/whatever set her eyes on one of the large purple bears.

“Got your eyes on my prize, huh? C’mon and give it a shot.”

“We got a little left. Let’s go for it,” the guy pointed out, fishing a couple bills from his otherwise emptied wallet. The couple had clearly been enjoying the fuckfest of a fair already.

The couple gave it their best shot, but it was almost a repeat of the last customer. They could only pop three of the condoms, barely earning a small prize out of all of this. Olive sucked a breath through his teeth for a sympathetic hiss as he saw their slightly disappointed expressions.

“Well at least you got somethin’ comin’ to ya. C’mere.”

Olive leaned over the bar out front, smiling as the girl took him up on it first. She kissed him firmly on the lips and Olive rolled his tongue out past hers. She moaned softly and let him slip inside, sliding her tongue over his in a brief but deep French kiss. Olive turned to the boyfriend, hopping to seat his round little butt on the counter and kiss him in much the same way.

“You’re a cute couple. Y’know that?” Olive said with a grin. His cock was starting to harden up, forming a small tent in his pants.

“Tell you what… how about you meet me behind the booth here? I’ve got a deal that’ll earn you a whole bucketload of darts.

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The pair took him up on his offer, and soon Olive was behind the booth sandwiched between them. His painted face was buried in the busty girl’s chest, his hard cock pumping into her like a rabbit in heat. Behind him, the boyfriend was enjoying his bubble butt and fucking deep into his squishy cheeks. He moaned as they used and pleasured him on both sides of his hips, the boyfriend’s ass fucking making him buck forward and push deeper into his girl. The clown’s eyes rolled in pleasure as he sucked on one of the hard nipples in front of him between motorboating her plump tits.

“Fuck yea… mm, why ride the rides when you’ve got a perfectly good clown instead?” Olive moaned as he bounced his hips, grinding the boyfriend’s cock deeper inside his bowels.

The couple’s gasps surrounded him as their bodies tensed on either side of his. The boy’s orgasm gushed up his ass, filling his cheeks with the hot and sticky cream. Olive’s asshole clutched greedily around it as his girlfriend came over his dick, sharing the couple’s mutual orgasm around him. Olive shut his eyes and groaned as he came inside her as well, unable to hold out against the vibrating bodies fucking him silly.

“Now that… that’s worth a coupla darts,” Olive panted with a goofy grin on his face.

Once they’d redressed, the clown’s generosity didn’t work out as well as he’d hoped. Even with over fifty darts set out for them, the couple turned out to be terrible shots. They nailed a few more, but they went through the entire bucket with a grand total of nine pops. They shared a dejected groan when the final dart hit nothing but cork.

“That’s a medium I guess,” Olive noted, but his eyes ran over his stash of darts.

He plucked up the sharpened one he reserved for cleaning up at the end of the day and casually jabbed one of the condoms next to him.

“Eyyyy! Lookit that. You got ‘em. Another winner for the big big prize ova here!”

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Olive passed the big bear off with a smile, winking at the couple as they left. The booth had been doing fine today, and passing off a bear wasn’t going to make or break them. A satisfied customer always came first.

He was settled in from dressing and cleaning up after the last guests when a large and burly man appeared. Olive had to place him as a construction worker or a wrestler, if not just a missing link of a hulking dude. A wedding ring was wrapped around one meaty finger, with another matching the one of the slim and smiling woman hanging onto his arm.

“Whoa. Hey there, big guy,” Olive greeted, indicating the sign. “Try your luck? Five for-”

The man dropped a twenty onto the counter.

“I know,” he said in a low and confident voice.

Olive had barely passed him the case of darts when the big man grabbed and hurled one. It immediately popped a dart seemingly without him even trying.

“Ooh! Nice shot, sweetie~!” his wife gushed over him, squeezing his free muscular arm.

OIive’s playful confidence started to vanish as every single dart the man threw hit its mark. The clown bit his painted lip as her glanced towards the burly man.

“So, ah… how you wanna do this?” he asked a bit sheepishly.

“Let me handle it.”

The big man stepped over the counter and lifted Olive right off his feet. He tore the pants off the clownboy with a single firm pull and pulled his hair back, forcing him into an aggressive kiss. Olive mewled noisily, his legs squirming as his smallish cock swiftly perked up.

“That’s my man~! Give it to him, sweetie. You’re so big and sexy!” his wife only encouraged him.

She gushed over his performance as he stripped Olive naked. He bent the girlish clown over the countertop and started pounding him from behind, burying his massive dick into his butt. Olive squealed as his eyes went wide and his mouth hung open, feeling the throbbing member fill up his hole. He was left facing the woman who cheered on her husband, jiggling in front of him while Olive was pounded from behind.

He was too overwhelmed to last for long. Olive twitched and came over the back of the counter twice before the bigger man could finish. The clown was a babbling mess, drooling over his painted lips when the rush of thick seed flooded his insides. He shuddered violently and broke into a vibrating moan as the big strong hands pulled himself in deeper. Olive twitched, nearly tasting the man’s dick for how deep it was inside him and feeling every pulse as it filled him to the brim.

“Oh, baby! You’re so strong and sexy~!” his wife went on praising like Olive wasn’t even there. She gladly latched onto his arm while the customer was still wiping his damp dick off on Olive’s ass cheeks. The happy couple left looking plenty satisfied, which was a lot better off than the clown. Olive just let himself slump over the counter for a while, barely thinking straight enough to flip up the sign beside him.

“Brain full of cum. Back in 10 minutes.”