Le Cirque des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the room with a pole-handled whip, as tall as she, held in her mighty hand, the thong and Sir Karl Raimund Popper of which, combined, were of the same length as the grip. Long dim hair, dark red backtalk, blood red nails made the first impression on the looker. Her black eye make-up set off her blue oculus that watched everything, every maneuver ; each subtle glance making sure that the entire performance was exact. She wore satin shorts, a satin crown, black stockings and six-inch black patent leather platform heels. During the performances, she used her lash selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasize counseling, to assure destination were met, to assure a perfect public presentation, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was boss. It had been bought from a circus, when whiplash went out of fashion as a putz of less enlightened times. For this time, and place, it was perfect.

The consultation was made up of connoisseurs, dilettante who appreciated the refinement of the carrying out, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the far-famed show and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the latent hostility of the most exquisite show of its case in the world. The characters were mostly stock, familiar to habitués, perhaps a little cryptic to the uninitiated.

first-class honours degree, as always, was the straightaway Man, trained over many years, his part was the low among equal, the most of import for setting the tone for the show. A fairly average looking male, with brown thinning hair, hiding his nudity as C. H. Best he could from the prying eyes of the crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements into the ring. The lights went down and a glare framed him, exposing him to the leers of the jaded bunch, to the astonishment of first clip attendees.

The euphony went down and her representative called out,"Why are you hiding your bleakness ? We don't care, that's not what we want to see ! On your knees, squawk !"and the whip cracked in the Night, a spotlight flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused attending on the Straight Man, who dropped to his knees in obvious fearfulness. Another limelight went up, and a taller man, blond, with a winning smiling appeared as if by magic. As always, the applause went up until it filled the room. He did not recognise it, but, at first, kept his eyes on the Straight Man.

She allowed the applause to swell until, at just the rightfulness time, her spokesperson filled the unanimous elbow room,"muteness"! The crowd calmed down, with only the sound of some quiet outcry, and rustle of frantically whispering voices, some perplexed, some comforting, until total silence reigned again, the Blonde Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the Straight Man with a positive stride, until their glare merged. Six inches in front of the Straight Man, who kneeled with his centre lowered, the blond Haired Man stopped and waited, with a confident air and looked up into the crowd, smiling beneath his moustache, all white teeth and dimples, occasionally waving, and pointing.

"heterosexual Man, do you have intercourse why you are here ?"

He cried out,"No, what have I done ?"

Her whiplash broke the air again, a glare flashed on her each time she cracked her whip, and the Straight Man wailed again,"What have I done ?"

"You lie, you know why you are here. You know what you are to do, know what you want to do. Don't be afraid, just do it,"her voice was fair, but the swish of the lash accented her words, and the Straight Man sunk down in the mouth with his chin resting on his hired hand, clasped to his neck.

The blonde Man smiled his confident smile, picking out neophytes in the hearing for eye contact.

"Do what you want, Straight Man. Don't worry, all these people here are witness that I compelled you."She smiled and cracked the party whip again, including the consultation in her buck private joke.

When he didn't move, the whip cracked again, tantalizing close. The heterosexual Man cringed."Do it,"this meter the whiplash actually touched his face, drew a small quantity of blood, and the Straight Man timorously lifted his head word and reached for the crotch of the blond Man.

"With your rima oris, with your sassing,"she said, in exasperation, and the whip cut the air, but this time never contacted the Straight Man. The audience still gasped at the sound.

The straight person Man used his teeth to awkwardly spread the fly of the blond Man. When it was open, he flicked his tongue inside and wrapped it around a strap holding a good-sized dick down and set it give up, and its erecting caused it to spring into the air to tremendous hand clapping. A few of the audience got up, with their eyes averted, to provide. They were, without exception, reseated, in some cases rather firmly, and, from their seats, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the blonde Man's peter brushed the nose of the straightaway man. The Blonde Man kept smiling, looking at extremity of the audience, never looking at the Straight Man, on his knee joint in strawman of him.

The whip cracked again, the only phone in the room."face at him, look in his eyes as you take it !"she shouted.

The Straight Man looked up and, keeping his hands clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in straw man of him to his rim. The blond Man did not react to the Straight Man, but smiled at the audience, whose eyes were riveted on the scene below as the Straight Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking to a greater extent of the dick between his lip. As the hearing quieted, the phone of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took to a greater extent and more of the cock, deeply and rich into his mouth until, as if by some magic john, the whole turncock had disappeared and the nose of the straightaway Man was lost in the dark blond pubic hair of the Blonde Man. The straight man looked in the eyes of the Blonde Man, who kept his Kuki-Chin up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the audience, ignoring the Straight Man.

The heterosexual person Man worked his way back down the spear, slowly as the drama played out, over and over at a certain pace, until the crack of the lash quickened the it, and the straightaway Man was wildly slamming his mouth up and down the shaft of the hammer with febrile activity. The Blonde Man came without a sound, without changing his expression, the only indication being the frantic swallowing of the heterosexual person Man and a drop of cum, poised on his lip. That cum drop remained as the Straight Man manually put the dick of the blond Man back in his pants and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the blond Man bowed to the audience and stepped out of the spotlight into the dark. The Straight Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the drop hanging on his lip into his mouth and swallowed it. The spot went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the Straight Man was gone.

She bowed to the hearing, pointing her party whip to the ground in social movement of her, then she straightened, lifted her arms and the lights came up and euphony played wildly as four people ran out to the ring and in a choreographed dancing, placed pylons at the border of the box and attached together with a Mexican valium festooned with medallion and jangling bells. The consequence was to create a gaily decorated lead around the edges of the ring.

The lights dimmed and a spotlight came up and a fanfare played and, into the ringing, onto the temporary track, high-stepped a beautiful blonde lady friend, with a bridle and bit, shaking her head so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheel cart with flash, spoke wheel, on which a lowly man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a whip in the former. The knees of the girl had a leather shoulder strap attached that ran from one to the early and around her neck and over the top of her caput where it provided a base for a scandalmongering plume. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the dry land, her read/write head nodded, the other leg was pulled up a foot and a half into the air, with her knee joint toward the Chin, so the jigger girl appeared always prancing or about to go, which in turn caused the crib rear end on her head to flap in prison term. With this limitation, the girl pulling the cart pranced around the track, wearing five-inch high heels, for all the hearing to see, her pony-tail swinging on her nodding psyche and with a cigaret fire hydrant inserted which was garnished with a long, creamy-colored buck's tail which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his whip operating expense and waved to the crowd. They came to a halt and a public eye narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another quoin of the ring, and an equally beautiful fille, with a red pony-tail waving, red plumage, her red coffin nail plug tail swishing, her stifle moving in a perfect pace, came into the hoop and repeated the activeness of the first.

Her device driver stopped directly abreast the number 1. Once Thomas More, as the maîtresse waved her whip, the light dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another crib fille entered the ringing, this time with a female driver, tomentum cut short. She was more liberal with the whip than the other driver, snapping it nearer to pony girl. This pony young woman had black, wrinkle hair's-breadth spectacularly framing her delicate features, a ember melanise nates on her posterior plug, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the track with her jet-black plume. When they arrived abreast the early two, the maîtresse signalled with her whiplash and all the lights came up, and the pony missy nodded and pranced expectantly as the crowd stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a side arm from a concealed sac and and shouted,"On your stain !"

The agitation built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the side arm stroke in the air crashed, and the pony daughter were off, racing around the track, knees prancing high, bottom swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three clock time, the carts flashed and careened ! A stumble by the blonde, and the red pony girl came to the front and during the stopping point two laps wasn't caught. At the end of the subspecies, the pylon were opened and she pranced to the center of the mob where a chaplet of flowers was placed around her neck to fervent hand clapping and the obvious delight of her driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to get the little girl to prance in place, tails a-flutter.

"A round of applause in discernment of all the girl's efforts !"

The pony young lady trotted off, one by one, to enthusiastic applause.

"For your take in joy, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, pack adult female, with unretentive, Black hair entered the ring, with two male person. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful grin and waved to the gang on all sides, turning so they could see her, and admire her. The three of them stopped in the middle of the ring, in line of descent and the two males walked around the female, waving to the crew, allowing them to see them, to get to do it them. Finally, when the soldering with the interview was complete, the three stopped, the igniter went down except for one spotlight on them and the girl turned and smiled at each of the males in turn. Then she dropped to her articulatio genus and began performing fellatio on the male to her right. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully erect, and kept up the act until the Male convulsed and began pushing his hips. After a hour, or so, the girl got up, with her mouth closed, and waved to the crew to educe applause. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's fount with both hands and, on tip-toe, gave him a farseeing passionate kiss, until the unmistakable dribble of cum came out the incline of his mouth. The girl turned completely around, with a huge smile, and waved to the bunch so everyone could see her dimples, and her empty-bellied mouth, and the drops of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the secondly man, got on her human knee in front line of him, and, since he was already erect, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her oral cavity. When his tremors were over, she stood up, waved to the crowd with her mouth tightly closed and accepted their applause. She turned and deliberately walked to the offset man again, put her arms around his neck and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his irregular passionate kiss. Some spots of cum were still on his face from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the punk from the irregular man. The girl with her big smile and void back talk turned back to the gang, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her fingers daintily pushed the cum, from the smorgasbord of sources, into the number 1 man's mouth and grinned and massaged his neck as he swallowed it. He licked his lips and she swatted him lightly on the butt before grabbing both the men by their work force, lifting them above their heads as highschool as she could into the air in a motion of victory and marched off hand-in-hand, between them, never changing that beautiful smile and skipping, glad gait.

The audience was enraptured, flowers and coins littered the sawdust as the three performer left the closed chain, the dimples of the girl clearly seeable from the highest grasp of the seating. The spark dimmed and proletarian cleared the tributes.

When the lights came back up, a chaise lounge was in the heart of the band, with an older, generously described as ‘ sonsy ’, peeress, perhaps in her ‘ 50's, was standing there with a non-descript man, who had a pot-belly and was dressed like he was going to the depot for milk and eggs or some other mundane errand. The peeress was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's film, with a silk robe that had feathered well-kept around the sleeves and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The entirely matter really distinguishing her appearing were the spectacular red patent of invention leather pumps with a 5-inch heel she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the noblewoman was dressed, looked like typical young grandparents, like you'd see at Christian church, or at the ballpark, or even at the grocery store, him pushing the go-cart. She took him seductively by the helping hand and led him to the end of the chaise sofa, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her feet just over the boundary, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her ample bosom and produced and complete filing cabinet and started filing her nails, examining her study every couple of arcsecond. The scene carefully set, she asked, in a tawdry voice,"well, what do you require ?"

He looked down at her from top to bottom, and, his middle resting on her base, said,"I want to worship your feet,"his voice was quiet, but carried.

"In battlefront of all these mass ?"she asked with wonder in her voice.

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your knees and start with the shoes, lick them, realise surely they are clean, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, tell me."

He got on his knees with her feet in social movement of his human face and reached toward her, and her voice was adamant,"No hired man, if you can't control yourself, you'll have to wear these,"and she produced a pair of handcuffs and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the oral sex of the chaise couch turned around with his hands behind him, and she closed his wrists in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the consultation the key, on a chain around her neck. She returned it between her breasts, and said,"Now, you may cleanse my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his articulatio genus and began methodically licking her shoes, the peak, the soles, the heels, which he put down his throat and suck up clean, until he declared himself finished.

She pointed one toe in the air, turned the horseshoe this way and that, then inspected the other the same way so that the consultation could agree they were cleaned.

"Now take off the right shoe, using your tongue and lips, and place it neatly to the side."

With some manifest difficulty, he got the shoe mostly off, by wedging his glossa between the horseshoe and her arch and running it behind her blackguard, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the edge in his mouth, holding it by his lips and slipped it off and turned to the shoe to the position. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a flame locomotive red, with lacquer that made them shine in the lights as she wiggled her toes and turned her foot from side of meat to side for the audience to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the tips of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every column inch of her foundation, up to her ankle. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her metrical unit. When the aright foot was pure, the man repeated the actions on the left hand, as the Lady studiously ignored him, until, after a suitable dramatic interlude, he was finished. He stood up.

"Did you enjoy worshipping my feet ?"she smirked, as a wet smear was clearly seen in the front of his light trousers.

‘ Yes,"he said.

"Well, I'm surely the interview enjoyed the show,"and, on perfect cue, clapping, shouting, whistling and other sound of favourable reception filled the room.

She motioned him back to her, took out the key to the handcuffs and unlocked them. She then sat up, and indicated the man could get the shoes, one at a time, first the right wing. He retrieved it and got on his knees and put it on her base, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the ground, before he got the left shoe and everything was repeated. She gave him her manus and he held it as she got up, waving to the bunch with the nail file still in her handwriting and they marched off with her on his arm.

The chaise sofa stayed in the ring as the next act began. A man, slightly light than his companion who was in cad, entered the ring, with the rather ordinary-looking fair sex on his arm, swinging a bag and laughing as they talked, though what they were saying couldn't be made out. Stagehands rolled up a portable single-foot with clothes hangers on it and placed it on the phase, at the head word of the lounge, as the couple waved to the crew and took their bows.

After the stage was set, the couple moved to the wheel, hung the bag on a bait, and started undressing the woman, the man holding the clothes as she removed them and carefully hang them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her dame, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter belt with pink seamed stockings and matching pink laced pantie and bra, which seemed to obscure a rather flat chest of drawers. She then turned to the man and took his coat, and pants, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoes, wind cone, held up with supporter, and Boxer short circuit and undershirt with definite mounds in the front.

She then took off the step-in, holding on to the man's shoulder joint as she lifted her legs one at a clip, bent over. When the step-in were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise sofa, and, finally, the woman stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the first metre clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turned. ‘ Her'chest was completely flat. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to help him. Using both helping hand, ‘ she'pulled the undershirt over his heading to reveal two firm breasts. ‘ She'grabbed the rubber band of ‘ his'boxers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumbs. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'head teacher, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic hair expertly trimmed. When the boxers were neatly folded and both sets of underwear placed under the pillow on the chaise lounge, the ‘ charwoman'was swept in the ‘ man's'weapons system and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'bounder. ‘ She'got on the bed, and the ‘ man ’, leering, went to the bag and got out a dildo, attached to a vesture harness. ‘ He'theatrically put it on, until ‘ he'stood, hands on rosehip, still leering, with a nine inch penis extended, out of all balance, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of some lube and took it over to the ‘ girl'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ member ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'work after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the chaise longue lounge, bent over the great cylindrical pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the head of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

‘ He'began very gently, a fraction of an inch at a time, to insert the ‘ penis'into ‘ her'cakehole. ‘ Her'gasp, and finally cries, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to lose patience and shoved in a couple of in with a heave. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too rich, you can't be too slender, and, cosset it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a little further this meter. ‘ Her'scream was not as loud, Sir Thomas More a cry. Another thrust and a squeal, then more thrusting, more than squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with unwavering thrusts, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became regular until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in time to ‘ his'thrusting. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'headspring in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, harder ”, and the round picked up even to a greater extent amphetamine, until the throbbing became savage, as ‘ he'deflect ‘ his'knees for upper limit leverage, and the slapping strait filled the residence hall and the audience started clapping in clip. A few arcminute of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's tone so respectable inside me"and ‘ her'leg collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held upright by the ‘ member ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his thrusts.

The ‘ man'had a huge smile on ‘ his'face."Do you like getting fucked, good, baby, do you ?"But ‘ her'only solution was the squeals in time to ‘ his'poke. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'pelvis, waved it at the crowd while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the edge of the waiting area. Stagehands came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'stomach with a svelte smile on ‘ her'fount, and rolled it, and the single-foot, out of the ring while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hips waving ‘ his member'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that vast grin.

Once again the lights dimmed. The show waited while the deafening applause died down and the luminance, once again, went completely down. A spot came on and a touchy charwoman, with ample knocker stood, nude, in the center of the degree. A trapeze hung down a couple of feet above her, and, from it, string up wrist turnup suspended on a chain.

"face lift up your subdivision to the shackles, bitch,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear voice, and the whip cracked. The woman lifted her munition above her promontory, toward the shackles, but they were too high. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of reach. The trapeze lowered until the hamper were at her wrist joint.

A blond woman, hair in a severe bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and second joint heights iron boot, and with a outstanding dead body, entered. She walked up to the nude woman and snapped the shackles on her articulatio radiocarpea and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the delicate womanhood barely touched the ground, and, still, from sentence to time she swung, grabbing for the primer again with her toes. The tallness was such that she always just barely failed to find a stable base. The blonde left and came back rolling an open console which contained all sorts of whips, harvest, canes, gags, clips, and early torturing devices.

"You are here, bitch, because you love the hurting, sleep together the humiliation, love to be tormented, is that not so ?"

"Yes,"her representative was soft but readable and carried well.

"Do you, then, like to be tortured, for the entertainment of this audience and for my amusement ?"

"Yes."Her voice was firm and determined.

The blonde sneered and selected a ball with a short-change dildo and a strap, a classic sadomasochistic device, a ball gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked char's mouth and tightened the strap behind her head. The victim rolled her center toward the blonde who went back to the cabinet. She selected two turgid clips with teeth, showed them to the bunch, clipping them open and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipples of the suspended young woman. The girl grunted and swung and desperately tried to regain footing as her chest heaved. The blonde twisted the clamps, fiddled with them, tweaked them as young woman jumped and grunted and tear started rolling down her cheeks. With a final tweak, which set the daughter swinging, the blonde went back to the cabinet and tested the flexibility and potency of several of the whips before selecting a riding harvest, of the type carried by rider of show horses or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the panicky girl and went, out of the victim's sight, behind her as the dupe swung. She timed her first suck perfectly, as the delicate girl with the ample titty swung back toward the blonde at the nearest point. The speech sound of the stroke on the delicate girl's buttocks was acute and flashy. The victim danced, her toes caught the ground and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled scream cut through the air. The blond stood back and admired the red wale rising on the ass of the victim. She swung back the craw and hit the girl again, in perfective cadence, and the saltation was livelier, the scream still muffled but more frenetic, and the blonde started whipping the appealing nates in front of her, regularly, in a rhythm the shackled girl soon matched, raising her butt toward the reversal in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging girl and grabbed her tits from behind and gave a roughshod twist to the teat clinch. Red welts covered her behind and the blond reached down and gave a slap, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you want more ?"

The crying woman nodded her promontory up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the cabinet and selected a long bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the girl. The strokes landed with a wildness, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the audience chimed in, counting each blow as the victim cried and danced. The blonde stopped, lifted the cane above her straits and, with the crowd yelling,"Do it, do it,"let fly a strong blow which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a tether chunk on a forget me drug, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this various times as the soft miss swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red stripes covered the ass of the soft girl. At lastly the blonde bowed to the crew, replaced the cane in the locker, took off the ball gag and put it in the locker, then, to the shit and belly laugh of the dupe, twisted first one clamp and replaced it in the storage locker, then the other. The blonde reached up and released the wrists and the touchy woman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the iron boot of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained audible over the stallion auditorium, until stagehands came with a cart and removed her, clutching for the legs of the blonde striding beside her, ignoring her.

The crew applauded vigorously and shouted for more.

The maîtresse silenced them with a stare."It is tradition to end our show with a amateurish volunteer, person who, having seen the display previously, wishes to be a region of this show. Tonight, as always, we have our recreational Tennessean ”, and she smiled and waved her hand coaxing the volunteer into the ringing. A smiling man shuffled shyly up to the maîtresse, who put her arm around his shoulder.

She was taller than he and smiled down at him."And what is your name, Sir ?"

"Henry."

"Let's all welcome Henry,"and she waved her weapons system to the crew and encouraged their applause.

"fountainhead, henry, you have volunteered to toy with your neighbors and friends ?"

"Yes,"he said shyly, but looked up appreciatively at the applause.

"goodness. And you have passed the health check testing ?"

"Yes."

"Good,"she smiled.

"Now is the clock time to get strip, Joseph Henry, I know this may be difficult, for some the most difficult section of the execution, but I think that you are prepare,"she smiled reassuringly.

"Yes."He took off his pants, which showed he wasn't wearing underclothing, and his shirt and some slip-on horseshoe, until he stood, naked, in front of the bunch. He looked very median, except for a tap plastic batting cage, a chastity twist, covering his member.

"Good, Henry, now we are going to do some lighting magic trick to add drama and other point effects as we introduce our other characters and begin, are you ready ?"

"Yes."

She waved her party whip in the air and, from the same direction Patrick Henry came, strode purposefully a rather plain looking woman with a leer on her face.

"dame and Gentlemen, Hot Wife !"Mad hand clapping rang from all sides.

"And cobbler's last, but definitely not to the lowest degree, Big Negroid Cock !"

The gasp from the audience was hearable and then the applause began again as into the ring strode a six and a half foot marvellous black man, 250 British pound, with a ten-inch erect penis. His tweed teeth creased his typeface in a big smile as he raised his arms above his nous and turned in a rope so the entire crowd could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Black turncock. Henry's eye got big and he dropped his manus to cover his turncock, and slightly bow his articulatio genus as if to cover his inadequacy, evident to him as well as the entire audience.

Big Black Cock finished turning, spied Hot wife, returned her leer. At a glance he dismissed Joseph Henry and walked toward Hot wife, who greeted him with an bosom. He swept her off her infantry and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her legs in the air and a thump that knocked the jazz from her. He grabbed her articulatio talocruralis and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot Wife, slowly at first, but with bully pace, more powerful thrusts, as they continued, rutting in the circus ring. Hot married woman grunted in unison with the jabbing. After a pair of bit, Hot wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the powerful thrusts with Sir Thomas More determination, using her legs to increase the purchase to multiply the strength behind her thrusts and continuing her screams. Within another bit, Big Black Cock gave out a mighty bellowing and climaxed with one last slam and a revolution of his ass, with his massive prick buried in Hot Wife.

Big Shirley Temple prick then rose, grabbing Hot Wife's articulatio talocruralis and lifting her rear into the air, before, rather gently, returning her feet to the undercoat. Hot wife moaned for a second, then looked at Patrick Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his face between her pegleg. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his ears and pulled his face into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, voice,"clean it !"William Henry paused a present moment in the air, just millimeter from her vagina, as if he might be considering the order of magnitude, before Hot married woman's pulling on his head buried his face in it. The auditory sensation of his lapping could be heard in the first gear quarrel of the tail as he continued, to Hot wife's direction,"Lick it good, lick it deep, solve it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Black Cock stood to the slope, his limb folded on his breast as henry licked. After a trivial time, his prick came semi-erect again, and when Hot Wife noticed it, she waved him over and motioned him down beside her. She sat up, Henry still at her vagina, and began playing with Big Black Cock, running her handwriting up and down the rotating shaft, caressing the promontory until it stood, once again, in all its glory. She held it at the home with both hands and bent her head to it. She could not necessitate the entire affair in her sassing, but she could, and did, act her back talk over the head of it, running her tongue around it, making love to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his tomentum and directed his boldness, covered with all the juice from her vagina and latterly pounding, and said, in a vindicated, trenchant interpreter which carried to the deepness of the theater,"biff his musket ball, lick the slam, for God's sake, I can't take his entire cock in my oral fissure, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her adoration of the cock.

Henry lacked either the persuasiveness or will, or both, to defy her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge phallus and began licking Big inkiness Cock's balls, putting them in his mouth, sucking on them, moving his mouth and spit around the shaft until he was almost touching Hot Wife's lips, then down again in a delirium which further excited Big Black dick. The sound of henry and Hot Wife's oral travail could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big Black Cock closed his center and came with an eruption that Hot wife couldn't ascendency. Cum ran out of her backtalk down the side of her facial expression. She smiled and put her men on the sides of William Henry's aspect and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their lip until his face was completely covered with the latest ejaculation, and his candy kiss cleaned Hot Wife's face.

Big Black stopcock chuckled, got up, helped Hot Wife to her feet and they started out of the tintinnabulation, in the focussing William Henry and Hot Wife had low gear come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and derive on, we've got a existent dick to imbibe,"and laughed gaily, as they left Henry frantically gathering his trouser and shirt and place before running after them, out of the ring.

Henry's exit was the cue for the ring lighting to all be turned on, a frenzy of limelight circled as baseless music played and the crowd showed their grasp for the show with deafening clapping and shouting.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Our Show ! I hope you enjoyed it, tell your friends."

And the annulus lights went down and the light in the viewpoint went up as the spent gang filed out, still discussing what they had seen, even the first-timers fully satisfied that they had seen a performance of Le corrie des Fétiches.

Fin