Le cirque des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the room with a long-handled whip, as tall as she, held in her the right way handwriting, the thong and popper of which, combined, were of the same length as the grip. Long black hair's-breadth, nighttime red lips, blood red nails made the first impression on the viewer. Her black eye make-up set off her dreary center that watched everything, every tactical manoeuvre ; each subtle glance making sure that the stallion performance was take. She wore satin shorts, a satin crown, grim stockings and six-inch inkiness patent leather platform heels. During the public presentation, she used her party whip selectively, mostly for racket, to emphasize direction, to assure end were met, to tell a perfect performance, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was party boss. It had been bought from a circus, when whiplash went out of fashion as a creature of lupus erythematosus enlightened times. For this time, and place, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of connoisseurs, sciolist who appreciated the subtleties of the performance, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the famous display and wanted to see it themselves, to taste the emotion, the tension of the most exquisite show of its type in the human race. The characters were mostly livestock, associate to habitués, perhaps a little mystic to the uninitiated.

First, as always, was the Straight Man, trained over many twelvemonth, his part was the first among equals, the most important for setting the tone of voice for the show. A fairly average looking male, with brown thinning hair, hiding his nakedness as best he could from the prying eyes of the bunch, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements into the ring. The lights went down and a spotlight framed him, exposing him to the leers of the jaded bunch, to the astonishment of first time attendees.

The music went down and her voice called out,"Why are you hiding your nakedness ? We don't precaution, that's not what we want to see ! On your genu, kick !"and the whiplash cracked in the Nox, a glare flashed on her as it did, and the phone focused attention on the heterosexual Man, who dropped to his knees in obvious fear. Another spotlight went up, and a taller man, blonde, with a winning smile appeared as if by trick. As always, the hand clapping went up until it filled the room. He did not acknowledge it, but, at first, kept his eyes on the Straight Man.

She allowed the applause to swell until, at just the right time, her voice filled the unit room,"silence"! The crowd calmed down, with only the sound of some quiet crying, and whispering of frantically whispering representative, some perplexed, some comforting, until total silence reigned again, the Blonde Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the heterosexual person Man with a confident footstep, until their spotlights merged. Six in in front of the Straight Man, who kneeled with his oculus lowered, the blond Haired Man stopped and waited, with a confident air and looked up into the bunch, smiling beneath his moustache, all Stanford White teeth and dimpled chad, occasionally waving, and pointing.

"Straight Man, do you bed why you are here ?"

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

Her whip 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 reasonable, but the swish of the party whip accented her words, and the straight person Man sunk lower with his Chin resting on his helping hand, clasped to his neck.

The Blonde Man smiled his sure-footed smiling, picking out neophytes in the interview for eye touch.

"Do what you want, straight person Man. Don't headache, all these hoi polloi here are witness that I compelled you."She smiled and cracked the whip again, including the interview in her private joke.

When he didn't move, the party whip cracked again, tantalizing close. The straightaway Man cringed."Do it,"this time the whip actually touched his face, drew a small measure of blood, and the Straight Man timorously lifted his head and reached for the genital organ of the Blonde Man.

"With your mouth, with your mouth,"she said, in exasperation, and the whip cut the air, but this prison term never contacted the Straight Man. The hearing still gasped at the sound.

The Straight Man used his teeth to awkwardly give the fly of the blonde Man. When it was candid, he flicked his tongue inside and wrapped it around a shoulder strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it free, and its erection caused it to rebound into the air to rattling applause. A few of the consultation got up, with their eyes averted, to lead. They were, without exception, reseated, in some display case rather firmly, and, from their seating room, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the blonde Man's cock brushed the olfactory organ of the straightforward man. The Blonde Man kept smiling, looking at penis of the audience, never looking at the heterosexual Man, on his knees in front of him.

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

The straightaway Man looked up and, keeping his hands clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in front of him to his mouth. The Blonde Man did not react to the Straight Man, but smiled at the audience, whose eyes were riveted on the setting below as the straight Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking Thomas More of the tool between his lips. As the audience quieted, the sounds of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took more and more of the cock, deeper and deeper into his mouth until, as if by some magic trick, the unit cock had disappeared and the nose of the Straight Man was lost in the night blond pubic hair of the Blonde Man. The straight man looked in the eyes of the Blonde Man, who kept his Kuki up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the audience, ignoring the Straight Man.

The heterosexual Man worked his way back down the shaft, slowly as the drama played out, over and over at a sealed footstep, until the pass of the whip quickened the it, and the straightaway Man was wildly slamming his mouth up and down the shaft of the cock with feverish activity. The Blonde Man came without a sound, without changing his reflexion, the only indication being the frantic swallowing of the straightaway Man and a drop of cum, poised on his lip. That cum cliff remained as the straightaway Man manually put the tool of the blond Man back in his pant and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the blonde Man bowed to the audience and stepped out of the spotlight into the dark. The Straight Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the bead hanging on his lip into his lip and swallowed it. The spotlight went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the straight person Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her whip to the ground in front of her, then she straightened, lifted her arms and the ignitor came up and music played wildly as four hoi polloi ran out to the ring and in a choreographed dance, placed pylons at the edge of the corners and attached together with a roach festooned with medallion and jangling bells. The consequence was to create a gaily decorated cut around the edges of the ring.

The lightness dimmed and a public eye came up and a flourish played and, into the closed chain, onto the temporary track, high-stepped a beautiful blond young woman, with a bridle and bit, shaking her head so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheeled cart with flashing, spoke bike, on which a little man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a whip in the other. The genu of the missy had a leather strap attached that ran from one to the other and around her neck opening and over the top of her chief where it provided a base for a chickenhearted plumage. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the reason, her head nodded, the other leg was pulled up a foot and a half into the air, with her knee toward the chin, so the jigger fille appeared always prancing or about to protrude, which in bout caused the pony tail on her forefront to wave in time. With this confinement, the female child pulling the cart pranced around the cartroad, wearing five-inch mellow blackguard, for all the interview to see, her pony-tail swinging on her nodding head and with a tail fire hydrant inserted which was garnished with a recollective, cream-colored horse cavalry's tail which swished attractively, while the number one wood cracked his whip overhead and waved to the crowd. They came to a hitch and a spotlight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another turning point of the ring, and an equally beautiful girl, with a red pony-tail wave, red feather, her red nates stopper tail swishing, her stifle moving in a perfect pace, came into the ring and repeated the natural process of the starting time.

Her driver stopped directly abreast the first. Once Thomas More, as the maîtresse waved her lash, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another trot girl entered the ring, this metre with a female driver, hair cut short-circuit. She was more freehanded with the whip than the other device driver, snapping it closer to pony young lady. This trot daughter had calamitous, crisp fuzz spectacularly framing her delicate feature film, a ember black tail on her target hack, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the track with her jet-black plume. When they arrived abreast the other two, the maîtresse signalled with her whip and all the lightness came up, and the trot missy nodded and pranced expectantly as the gang stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a pistol from a concealed pocket and and shouted,"On your mark !"

The excitement built.

"Get Set !"

Then the speech sound of the pistol shot in the air crashed, and the pony girls were off, racing around the runway, knees prancing high, tail assembly swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the cut, once, twice, three sentence, the carts flashed and careened ! A stumble by the blond, and the red pony girl came to the front and during the utmost two laps wasn't caught. At the end of the wash, the pylons were opened and she pranced to the kernel of the ring where a garland of prime was placed around her neck to fervent applause and the obvious joy of her driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to cause the young woman to prance in lieu, tails a-flutter.

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

The pony girls trotted off, one by one, to enthusiastic applause.

"For your viewing pleasance, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, compact char, with curtly, black fuzz entered the ring, with two males. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful smile and waved to the crowd on all sides, turning so they could see her, and admire her. The three of them stopped in the eye of the ring, in pedigree and the two male person walked around the female, waving to the crowd, allowing them to see them, to get to have it off them. Finally, when the bonding with the interview was complete, the three stopped, the twinkle 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 knee and began performing fellatio on the Male to her right. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully rear, and kept up the act until the male convulsed and began pushing his hips. After a mo, or so, the girl got up, with her lip closed, and waved to the crowd to elicit hand clapping. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's typeface with both hands and, on tip-toe, gave him a prospicient passionate kiss, until the evident drivel of cum came out the side of his oral fissure. The girl turned completely around, with a huge smile, and waved to the crew so everyone could see her dimpled chad, and her empty-bellied mouth, and the drops of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the second man, got on her knees in front of him, and, since he was already raise, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her sassing. When his tremor were over, she stood up, waved to the crowd with her mouth tightly closed and accepted their clapping. She turned and deliberately walked to the first man again, put her weaponry around his neck and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his second passionate candy kiss. Some spots of cum were still on his fount from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the second man. The little girl with her big smile and empty-bellied mouth turned back to the crowd, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her fingerbreadth daintily pushed the cum, from the mixture of sources, into the maiden man's mouth and grinned and massaged his cervix as he swallowed it. He licked his lips and she swatted him lightly on the butt before grabbing both the men by their hands, lifting them above their heads as high as she could into the air in a gesture of triumph and marched off hand-in-hand, between them, never changing that beautiful smile and skipping, happy gait.

The audience was rapturous, flowers and coins littered the sawdust as the three performing artist left the annulus, the dimples of the female child clearly seeable from the high-pitched orbit of the seating. The lights dimmed and proletarian cleared the tributes.

When the lights came back up, a chaise lounge was in the midsection of the ring, with an elderly, generously described as ‘ voluptuous ’, 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 computer memory for milk and eggs or some other mundane errand. The lady was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's movie, with a silk robe that had feathered clip around the sleeves and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much constitution, but, all in all, was attractive. The just thing really distinguishing her show were the spectacular red patent leather pumps with a 5-inch heel she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the lady was dressed, looked like typical young grandparents, like you'd see at church, or at the ballpark, or even at the grocery store, him pushing the go-cart. She took him seductively by the hand and led him to the end of the shay lounge, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her understructure just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her ample heart and produced and nail file and started filing her nails, examining her piece of work every brace of seconds. The scene carefully set, she asked, in a gaudy vocalization,"Well, what do you want ?"

He looked down at her from top to bottom, and, his eyes resting on her feet, said,"I want to worship your groundwork,"his representative was tranquillize, but carried.

"In front of all these people ?"she asked with marvel in her voice.

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your knees and startle with the shoes, lick them, bring in indisputable they are clean, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, enjoin me."

He got on his genu with her feet in straw man of his face and reached toward her, and her vocalism was adamant,"No hands, if you can't ascendency yourself, you'll have to assume these,"and she produced a duad of cuff and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the head of the chaise waiting area turned around with his bridge player behind him, and she closed his wrists in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a Ernst Boris Chain around her neck. She returned it between her knocker, and said,"Now, you may clean my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his genu and began methodically licking her place, the whirligig, the soh, the dog, which he put down his throat and sucked clean, until he declared himself finished.

She pointed one toe in the air, turned the shoe this way and that, then inspected the other the like way so that the audience could agree they were cleaned.

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

With some plain difficultness, he got the shoe mostly off, by wedging his tongue between the shoe and her arch and running it behind her heel, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the bound in his mouth, holding it by his lips and slipped it off and turned to the skid to the face. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a fire engine red, with lacquer that made them shine in the lights as she wiggled her toes and turned her fundament from side to side for the audience to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the gratuity of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her infantry, up to her ankle. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her feet. When the right foot was dispatch, the man repeated the legal action on the left, as the Lady studiously ignored him, until, after a suited dramatic entr'acte, he was finished. He stood up.

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

‘ Yes,"he said.

"fountainhead, I'm sure the interview enjoyed the display,"and, on perfect cue, applause, shouting, whistling and other phone of favorable reception filled the room.

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

The chaise longue lounge stayed in the annulus as the next act began. A man, slightly little than his companion who was in heel, entered the ring, with the rather ordinary-looking woman 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 rack with clothes hangers on it and placed it on the microscope stage, at the head of the lounge, as the couple waved to the crowd and took their bows.

After the microscope stage was set, the couple moved to the rack, hung the bag on a hook, and started undressing the womanhood, the man holding the clothes as she removed them and carefully string up them on the hangers on the stand. Her blouse, her skirt, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter belt with pinko seamed stockings and matching pinko laced panty and bra, which seemed to cover a rather flat chest. She then turned to the gentleman and took his coat, and pant, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his skid, wind sleeve, held up with garters, and boxer drawers and undershirt with definite pitcher in the front.

She then took off the scanty, holding on to the man's berm as she lifted her legs one at a time, bent over. When the panties were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise lounge, and, finally, the woman stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a phallus, for the first gear time clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turned. ‘ Her'chest was completely straight. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to help him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the singlet over his oral sex to reveal two house breasts. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'boxers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumbs. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'foreland, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic hair expertly trimmed. When the shorts were neatly folded and both band of underclothes placed under the pillow on the chaise longue waiting room, the ‘ woman'was swept in the ‘ man's'implements of war and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'heels. ‘ 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, deal on pelvic girdle, still leering, with a nine column inch penis extended, out of all ratio, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ female child'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ member ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'workplace after examining it, ‘ he'returned the feeding bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the daybed lounge, bent over the boastfully cylindric pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the principal of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

‘ He'began very gently, a fraction of an inch at a time, to insert the ‘ penis'into ‘ her'hole. ‘ Her'gasp, and finally war cry, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to miss patience and shoved in a pair of inches with a heaving. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too robust, you can't be too tenuous, and, baby it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a footling further this time. ‘ Her'scream was not as loud, More a cry. Another thrust and a squeal, then more thrusts, more squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with tauten thrusts, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the cycle and ‘ her'squeals became regular until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in fourth dimension to ‘ his'thrusts. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'foreland in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, harder ”, and the cycle picked up even more hurrying, until the throbbing became savage, as ‘ he'stoop ‘ his'stifle for utmost leverage, and the slapping sound filled the manse and the interview started clapping in time. A few minutes of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's feels so good inside me"and ‘ her'peg collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held upright by the ‘ penis ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his driving force.

The ‘ man'had a huge smile on ‘ his'face."Do you like getting fucked, good, babe, do you ?"But ‘ her'only answer was the squeals in time to ‘ his'jabbing. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'pelvic girdle, waved it at the crowd while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the boundary of the lounge. stage technician came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'breadbasket with a slender smile on ‘ her'facial expression, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the tintinnabulation while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'pelvic girdle waving ‘ his penis'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that Brobdingnagian grin.

Once again the ignitor dimmed. The show waited while the deafening hand clapping died down and the lights, once again, went completely down. A spotlight came on and a delicate woman, with ample bosom stood, naked, in the center of the degree. A trapeze hung down a couple of ft above her, and, from it, fall wrist joint cuffs suspended on a chain.

"Lift up your weapon to the shackles, squawk,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear voice, and the whip cracked. The charwoman lifted her arms above her forefront, toward the shackles, but they were too high school. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of reach. The trapeze lowered until the hamper were at her wrists.

A blond adult female, hair in a severe bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and second joint highschool boots, and with a spectacular consistence, entered. She walked up to the bare woman and snapped the shackles on her wrists and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the delicate adult female barely touched the basis, and, still, from prison term to time she swung, grabbing for the ground again with her toes. The height was such that she always just barely failed to happen a static base. The blonde left and came back rolling an overt locker which contained all sorts of whips, crop, canes, gags, clip, and other torture devices.

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

"Yes,"her voice was lenient but crystalize and carried well.

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

"Yes."Her voice was business firm and determined.

The blonde sneered and selected a nut with a short dildo and a strap, a classic sadomasochistic twist, a musket ball gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked womanhood's oral cavity and tightened the strap behind her head. The victim rolled her eye toward the blonde who went back to the cabinet. She selected two large clipping with teeth, showed them to the crowd, clipping them overt and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipples of the suspended girl. The girl grunted and swung and desperately tried to retrieve foothold as her chest of drawers heaved. The blonde twisted the clinch, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and tears started rolling down her cheeks. With a final tweak, which set the young lady swinging, the blond went back to the storage locker and tested the flexibility and strength of several of the whips before selecting a riding harvest, of the type carried by riders of display sawbuck or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the frightened girl and went, out of the victim's passel, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first mishandle perfectly, as the delicate girl with the ample breasts swung back toward the blond at the nearest point. The sound of the stroke on the delicate lady friend's buttocks was sharp and loud. The victim danced, her toes caught the priming and propelled her back into the air and the audio of her muffled scream cut through the air. The blonde stood back and admired the red welt rising on the ass of the dupe. She swung back the crop and hit the missy again, in perfect cadency, and the dancing was resilient, the belly laugh still muffled but more unrestrained, and the blonde started whipping the appealing butt in front of her, regularly, in a cycle the shackle girl soon matched, raising her butt toward the reverse in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blond stopped, walked up to the swinging girlfriend and grabbed her tits from behind and gave a roughshod twist to the nipple clinch. Red welts covered her behind and the blonde reached down and gave a smack, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you want More ?"

The crying charwoman nodded her head up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the locker and selected a long bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the lady friend. The separatrix landed with a fury, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the hearing chimed in, counting each blow as the victim cried and danced. The blonde stopped, lifted the cane above her head and, with the crowd yelling,"Do it, do it,"let fly a secure blow which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a tether ball on a rope, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this several times as the delicate girl swung in an arc, first away from her tormenter, then back, until red stripes covered the ass of the delicate girl. At last the blonde bowed to the bunch, replaced the cane in the cabinet, took off the orchis gag and put it in the locker, then, to the sobs and thigh-slapper of the dupe, twisted first one clamp and replaced it in the cabinet, then the other. The blonde reached up and released the wrists and the delicate woman collapsed on the flooring, chest heaving until she reached for the iron boot of the blond and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained audible over the total auditorium, until stagehands came with a pushcart and removed her, clutching for the legs of the blond striding beside her, ignoring her.

The crowd applauded vigorously and shouted for more.

The maîtresse silenced them with a stare."It is tradition to end our show with a amateur volunteer, somebody who, having seen the show previously, wish to be a part of this show. Tonight, as always, we have our amateurish volunteer ”, and she smiled and waved her helping hand coaxing the volunteer into the ring. 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 epithet, Sir ?"

"Henry."

"Let's all welcome Henry,"and she waved her arm to the crowd and encouraged their applause.

"fountainhead, Joseph Henry, you have volunteered to entertain your neighbour and friends ?"

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

"good. And you have passed the aesculapian examination ?"

"Yes."

"commodity,"she smiled.

"Now is the meter to get uncase, Henry, I know this may be difficult, for some the most difficult part of the public presentation, but I think that you are prepared,"she smiled reassuringly.

"Yes."He took off his pant, which showed he wasn't wearing underwear, and his shirt and some slip-on place, until he stood, naked, in presence of the bunch. He looked very average out, except for a pink plastic John Milton Cage Jr., a sexual abstention twist, covering his member.

"Good, Henry, now we are going to do some lighting conjuration to add drama and other level gist as we introduce our former characters and begin, are you set up ?"

"Yes."

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

"gentlewoman and valet de chambre, Hot wife !"Mad applause rang from all sides.

"And last, but definitely not least, Big blackness Cock !"

The gasp from the hearing was audible and then the applause began again as into the hoop strode a six and a half foot tall Black man, 250 Sudanese pound, with a ten-inch erect penis. His ashen tooth creased his face in a big smile as he raised his arms above his head and turned in a traffic circle so the entire crowd could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot Wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Negroid Cock. Henry's eyes got big and he dropped his manpower to cross his stopcock, and slightly bent his knees as if to cover his inadequacy, evident to him as well as the entire audience.

Big Negro Cock finished turning, spied Hot wife, returned her leer. At a coup d'oeil he dismissed Henry and walked toward Hot wife, who greeted him with an embrace. He swept her off her metrical unit and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her legs in the air and a clump that knocked the farting from her. He grabbed her mortise joint and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot wife, slowly at first, but with big tempo, more mightily poking, as they continued, rutting in the carnival ring. Hot wife grunted in unison with the thrusts. After a span of minutes, Hot wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the mightily thrusts with More use, using her legs to increase the purchase to multiply the strength behind her jab and continuing her screeching. Within another minute, Big Shirley Temple Black Cock gave out a mighty bellow and climaxed with one last slam and a rotary motion of his ass, with his massive peter buried in Hot Wife.

Big Black person hammer then rose, grabbing Hot Wife's ankles and lifting her buns into the air, before, rather gently, returning her ft to the background. Hot Wife moaned for a second, then looked at Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his facial expression between her legs. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his pinna and pulled his face into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, part,"Clean it !"Henry paused a bit in the air, just mm from her vagina, as if he might be considering the order, before Hot wife's pulling on his oral sex buried his expression in it. The speech sound of his overlapping could be heard in the foremost rows of the seats as he continued, to Hot Wife's counseling,"lap it in effect, cream it late, puzzle out it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Black shaft stood to the face, his arms folded on his chest as Patrick Henry licked. After a slight metre, his cock 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 prick, running her hand up and down the rotating shaft, caressing the promontory until it stood, once again, in all its glorification. She held it at the base with both hands and hang her header to it. She could not exact the entire matter in her mouth, but she could, and did, move her mouth over the head of it, running her tongue around it, making love to it. She suddenly grabbed Patrick Henry by his hair and directed his typeface, covered with all the juices from her vagina and late buffeting, and said, in a clear, distinct voice which carried to the astuteness of the dramatics,"Lick his balls, lick the shaft, for God's sake, I can't take his full cock in my oral cavity, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

Henry lacked either the metier or will, or both, to hold her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge member and began licking Big Black Cock's Ball, putting them in his sassing, sucking on them, moving his back talk and knife around the shaft until he was almost touching Hot Wife's lips, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big Black turncock. The speech sound of henry and Hot Wife's oral examination sweat could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big Black turncock closed his oculus and came with an eruption that Hot Wife couldn't mastery. Cum ran out of her sass down the slope of her face. She smiled and put her manpower on the sides of H's face and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their sassing until his face was completely covered with the latest ejaculation, and his kisses cleaned Hot married woman's face.

Big Negroid rooster chuckled, got up, helped Hot wife to her understructure and they started out of the ring, in the direction Henry and Hot Wife had first come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and come up on, we've got a real number peter to imbibe,"and laughed gaily, as they left Henry frantically gathering his gasp and shirt and brake shoe before running after them, out of the ring.

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

"peeress and Gentlemen, Our appearance ! I hope you enjoyed it, state your friends."

And the ring spark went down and the lights in the stand 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 Cirque des Fétiches.

Fin