Talk to the clown

Leanne kept her eyes on the creepy clown. Not wanting to look away. The sounds of Abbie and the old man filled the uncomfortably small room and the atmosphere grew more tense the longer she went without speaking. She felt like she had to say something.

"Are you, um... Are you..." She had no idea what to say. In the end the sounds coming from the next room made it difficult to think of anything else. "Do you, um, know... Abbie?"

It was so stupid. Why had she even bothered saying anything. Awkward silence was better than that nonsense. The mood seemed even more edgy now. The sinister joker staring at her with those cold, unblinking eyes. Leanne thought about speaking again or even quickly leaving. Whatever she did could hardly make the situation any worse. It was just so difficult to think with the sexual noises coming through the thin wall. She peered through the hole in the wall once more, but as she did she suddenly felt the clown's presence much closer.

Leanne didn't dare look back this time. With the creep standing just over her shoulder there was no way she wanted to see that sinister mask so close. Instead she continued watching Abbie as she pleasured the old man. She'd removed everything but her sexy stocking and heels now. Then Leanne felt something.

She gasped as the clown's hands moved to her waist. Slowly they slid round to her stomach before beginning to carefully unbutton her jeans. She found herself unable to move. Not daring to fend the creep off as he popped open her clothing.

As the last button was unfastened her jeans dropped to the floor. Leaving her standing there in her lace panties. Quickly they followed and were tugged from her tight arse to her shaking knees. The air was cold against her suddenly naked pussy, but still she couldn't react. She just stood there in shock. Desperately gasping for breath.

With her eyes still fixed on the sweet blonde in the adjoining room she felt a hand move steadily across her thigh until one rough finger pressed against her slit. "Ohhh..." she groaned involuntarily. She hoped Abbie hadn't heard her but the girl was too busy with her own depraved actions to notice. Gently the clown eased his finger inside Leanne's pussy. Drawing another soft moan. "Ohhhh... Fuck!"

Her cries of pleasure were subdued as she tried desperately to hold back. Unfortunately the clown refused to resist doing likewise. He continued to pleasure her slit. Guiding his finger in and out of her pussy with increasing pace before adding a second digit then a third. Now he was pumping all three gnarled fingers between her lips. Teasing her slit and toying with her aroused clit. Leanne had one hand on the wall and another over her mouth to silence her moans.

"Ohhh God! Mmmm... Fuck!" It was difficult to resist the pleasure from the clown's hand as he played with her. Soon enough the sensations he was creating coupled with the erotic sight of Abbie and the old man were enough to build her to an orgasm. With a cry as loud as she dared and her body quivering, Leanne came hard over the clown's hand. "Ohhhh... SShhhhiiittttt!!"

Leanne was left gasping for breath as she leant her head against the wall. She checked the room ahead of her again. There was no reaction from either of its two occupants who were still enjoying their own pleasurable encounter. She turned back to look at the clown and was relieved to see him back against the far wall of the small room. Slowly he raised his hand. In the dim light his digits glistened with something slick. Her cum.

She tried to speak but nothing came out. She couldn't stay in there any longer. This was too weird now. She turned to leave but in her hurry tripped over her fallen clothing. Scrabbling back to her feet she hoisted them back in place. Preferring to merely hold them up as she made a hasty exit from the cupboard.

Back in the corridor she looked around. Thankfully there was no sign of anyone else, but she couldn't hang around here for long. She also didn't want to wait near that freak.