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I get out of the shower, dry off, and trim my facial hair. After that, I pat on some of the new aftershave I had rush-delivered after calling my brother, Max, last night for a recommendation. Before my brother met his wife, he used to be quite the successful lady killer. So, of course, he’s the one I called when I decided to try to make myself as alluring to Charlotte as humanly possible in anticipation of today’s batch of shows.
Last night, Charlotte said she’s planning to introduce a “new element” into today’s performances, but she didn’t specifywhat. I didn’t ask, since she’s now our fearless leader in all porny things, and I’ve learned it’s much better for me to simply go along for the ride and not know what’s coming. That’s how I keep from overthinking, I’ve discovered. But logic wouldsuggestthat Charlotte’s new element is almost certainly the introduction of full-throttle oral sex into our shows. At least, that’s what I’m hoping. I swear, I’ve never wanted to eat a pussy more in my life—and that’s a mighty big statement coming from a guy who’s pretty much obsessed with doing it when I’m into someone.
I look at myself in the mirror. This is as good as it gets with me. I’m ready to roll. Or rather, to make some more porn palmed off as puppetry.
With a skip in my step, I head out my door to Charlotte’s and knock, and a moment later, there she is—the amazing woman I had the distinct pleasure of playfully slapping across the face with my hard cock yesterday during an “interrogation” scene that quickly went off the rails in the best possible way.
“Hey there, partner,” Charlotte says brightly. She widens her door and I follow her inside. Two steps in, I’m met with Lucky greeting me happily. But after only a couple of head scratches, he hops back over to Charlotte and stands at her heels.
“Excuse me?” I say, laughing. “She’syour 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 toeat.” She raises a singular eyebrow, suggestively, and my body electrifies at her implication. Oh yeah, she’sdefinitelyhinting she’s planning to introduce full-blown oral sex into our shows today. To be honest, I’m dying to eather.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 moreand 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 princefinallygetting to thoroughly explore this cave righthere.” 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.”
I stop drumming and flash her a thumbs-up. “Awesome. Whatever you think, boss.”Hot diggity damn.When we brainstormed those particular shows, we saidthosewould be the ones that would end in full-throttle fellatio for our grand finale. So now, it’s doubly confirmed: I’m gonna get my dick sucked today. Deeply and repeatedly. By the hottest woman alive.
Charlotte chuckles. “What do you think of me calling my mouth ‘The Cave of the Magic Eel?’ Do you like that?” She sticks out her tongue again, letting me know, as before, her tongue’s the aforementioned eel in the title.
“Love it. It’s a great idea to have a name that differentiates it from The Cave of Wonders.”
“Okay, good. I don’t want our audience to misunderstand and think we’re finally gonna fuck and then feel let down.”
“Good call. As usual, you’re a genius.”
We’ve been calling Charlotte’s pussy The Cave of Wonders since our second show, and our fans have beenextremelyvocal about their desire to watch The Prince, as he’s now generically called, regardless of whatever plotline we happen to be performing, finally getting to “explore,” “pillage,” “plunder,” and/or “pound” The Cave of Wonders.
“When we do The Loch Ness Monster show, will The Prince be wearing a kilt?” I ask. “Will he have a little set of bagpipes to play?”
