She looked down to see a thick drop of sticky cum hanging at the tip of his penis. Without thinking she leant forward and swiped her tongue around him before giving him a gentle suck to make sure there was no more about to drip out.
He let out a satisfied sigh. “Thanks, Claire. I must say, it’s a wonderfully serendipitous circumstance that you’ll be able to practice your sword swallowing in a safe way while at the same time helping me practice channelling the spirits. A real win-win all round!”
Claire, not really understanding what he meant, nodded uncertainly.
Kevin checked his watch. “It’s getting late now. Why don’t we meet here tomorrow at 10 and I’ll teach you some illusions. I’ll even let you practise some more deepthroating technique.”
“Oh, thanks, Kevin. Are you sure you don’t mind?” Claire asked.
“Not at all, Claire,” he answered wryly.
Over the next two days, Kevin showed Claire how various tricks worked, amazing her with the ingenuity of his illusions and the associated props.
She learnt that her role as a ‘box-jumper’ was to be a kind of living prop, getting in and out of cabinets smoothly, providing a distraction and, above all, being gorgeous.
She even tried on some more costumes for Kevin to judge although most were too tight around the bust so she ended up topless, which he didn’t seem to mind.
He suggested they practise a few stage illusions with the view to getting the show started again. Of course, in the short term, income would come in from children’s parties with which Claire could help. Claire was especially excited about the idea of a stage show but also nervous. And in particular she didn’t think Danny would be too happy. She resolved to come up with a solution at a later date, when their plans became more concrete.
Kevin also allowed her to twice practise her swallowing skills on his lengthy penis. Claire was quickly able to hold her breath for long periods of time while Kevin idly played with her enormous firm breasts, nonchalantly twisting her red nipples. Unsurprisingly, he invariably came in her mouth or down her throat while she practised, not that she minded that much. After all he had an attractive penis and his spunk was pleasantly flavoured and, when you got down to it, she was sucking him off even if not for sexual reasons.
By her second day Claire was getting quite adept at the main illusion they had been practising, what Kevin called the Zig-Zag Girl.
The prop for the trick consisted of a three-piece cabinet separated by two huge metal blades. The idea was that Claire would get inside and the blades would be inserted. The middle section would then be pushed to the side so that it looked like Claire had been sliced into three. However in reality Claire would just be squeezed tight into a space that just didn’t look like it was there from the outside owing to the colouring of the box and the blades being narrower than they appeared.
As the day neared an end, Claire noticed that she’d dropped an ear-ring in the lowest section of the cabinet. She bent over and reached into it but jogged the lid which fell on top of her trapping her inside from the waist up.
No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t dislodge the lid which seemed to have become stuck.
“Kevin!” she called in a panic, the blood rushing to her head.
“Oh, dear!” she heard him say as he tried to open the lid. “I can’t shift it. It’s an old prop. I must get it fixed. I think if you can bang it from inside it might dislodge,” he suggested.
“I can’t move it! You might have to cut me out!” Claire cried.
“No hang on, I’ve got an idea.”
Claire was wearing heels and tiny white panties which Kevin exposed by flipping her green miniskirt up.
“What are you doing?” Claire exclaimed as her knickers were pulled down to her feet, revealing her tight pink pussy.
“I’m going try and get some purchase by bracing myself inside you,” he replied.
Claire had no idea what this meant. Unless… He couldn’t possibly mean…
“Oh, shit!” she screamed as he pushed his long slender cock into her delicious cunt. It took a few thrusts before he managed to get his full length into her causing her to squeak in consternation. And then he started fucking her with long powerful strokes.
Claire, speechless at this treatment, could only moan in surprise and then pleasure at his forceful rogering.
“I just thought this would be a good way of forcing the lid open,” Kevin explained as he stroked in and out of her.
Despite her best effort and the awkwardness of the position, it wasn’t too long before Claire felt herself getting excited by Kevin’s assured shagging. Although she tried to suppress it, she couldn’t stop herself climaxing with a yowl of bliss.
In fact, Kevin made her come three times before he eventually paused. “You know, this isn’t working. I need a better tighter grip. Oh, I’ve got an idea…”
Claire felt him withdraw and lodge his knob into her arsehole. Before she could scream for him to stop, he thrust hard.
“Oh fuck!” she shouted as the lubricating juices from her pussy allowed him to slip a few inches into her tiny pink anal rosebud. “No, it’s too long!” she cried desperately.
But Kevin didn’t seem to hear her as he began to fuck her butt, pushing further into her fundament with every vigorous thrust, causing her to grunt in discomfort.
Knowing she couldn’t stop him, Claire concentrated on ignoring the pain and squeezed her arse tighter to speed up his climax. Obligingly he began to spurt up her bum without too much delay.
“Oh, fuck that’s amazing! I’ve never had anything so tight! Oh, yeah!” he exclaimed as he came.
As soon as his shuddering had subsided and Kevin had pulled his soiled penis out Claire’s poor bottom, the lid on the cabinet mysteriously loosened and flipped open when she tried to stand.
“See told you that would do the trick,” he said with satisfaction.
“Thanks,” Claire said gingerly, grateful that he had freed her but not too happy about his methods.
Kevin zipped himself up and rubbed his hands together expectantly. “Right, I forgot to mention that we’ve got a party tomorrow afternoon. Can you make it?”
“Oh! Er, well, yes, I can. My boyfriend’s out so I should be able to slip away,” she replied, wincing slightly at her sore arse but also at the guilt she felt for not telling Danny about her current career plans. She pushed her misgivings out of her mind to focus on the task in hand.
“So, what do I have to do?” she asked.