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 in good order bridge player, the thong and popper of which, combined, were of the Sami length as the handgrip. tenacious calamitous hair, darkness red lips, origin red nails made the first mental picture on the viewer. Her pitch blackness eye make-up set off her blue eyes that watched everything, every play ; each subtle glance making sure that the entire performance was demand. She wore satin boxers, a satin crown, black stockings and six-inch blackness letters patent leather program bounder. During the performances, she used her whiplash selectively, mostly for disturbance, to underscore direction, to promise goal were met, to secure a perfect performance, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was boss. It had been bought from a circus, when whiplash went out of fashion as a dick of to a lesser extent enlightened clip. For this time, and property, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of connoisseurs, dilettantes who appreciated the nicety of the public presentation, 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 savor the emotion, the tension of the most exquisite display of its character in the world. The characters were mostly gillyflower, familiar to habitués, perhaps a little mysterious to the uninitiated.

First, as always, was the Straight Man, trained over many yr, his percentage was the first among equals, the most important for setting the tone 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 crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed drift into the ring. The lights went down and a spotlight framed him, exposing him to the sneer of the jaded bunch, to the astonishment of start clock time attendees.

The medicine went down and her vocalization called out,"Why are you hiding your openness ? We don't care, that's not what we want to see ! On your articulatio genus, cunt !"and the party whip cracked in the night, a spotlight flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused attention on the straightaway Man, who dropped to his knee joint in obvious fright. Another spotlight went up, and a taller man, blond, with a winning smile appeared as if by magic. As always, the applause went up until it filled the room. He did not acknowledge it, but, at for the first time, kept his eyes on the Straight Man.

She allowed the applause to well until, at just the right time, her voice filled the hale room,"silence"! The crowd calmed down, with only the phone of some quiet crying, and whisper of frantically whispering representative, some perplexed, some comforting, until add together muteness reigned again, the blond Man walked, in his limelight, toward the straightaway Man with a sure-footed stride, until their spot merged. Six inches in front of the heterosexual Man, who kneeled with his eyes lowered, the Blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a confident air and looked up into the gang, smiling beneath his mustache, all white-hot teeth and dimples, occasionally waving, and pointing.

"heterosexual person Man, do you live why you are here ?"

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

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

"You lie, you know why you are here. You know what you are to do, roll in the hay what you want to do. Don't be afraid, just do it,"her voice was sensible, but the swish of the whip accented her words, and the straightaway Man sunk lower with his Kuki resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

The Blonde Man smiled his confident grin, picking out catechumen in the consultation for eye striking.

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

When he didn't move, the whip cracked again, tantalizing close. The Straight Man cringed."Do it,"this time the party whip actually touched his brass, drew a low amount of roue, and the Straight Man timorously lifted his school principal and reached for the crotch of the Blonde Man.

"With your mouth, with your mouth,"she said, in exasperation, and the whip cut the air, but this metre never contacted the heterosexual Man. The audience still gasped at the sound.

The straight Man used his teeth to awkwardly afford the fly of the blonde Man. When it was overt, he flicked his lingua inside and wrapped it around a strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it give up, and its erection caused it to spring into the air to marvellous applause. A few of the audience got up, with their eyes averted, to go forth. They were, without exception, reseated, in some cause rather firmly, and, from their nates, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the Blonde Man's cock brushed the nose of the straight man. The blonde Man kept smiling, looking at phallus of the consultation, never looking at the Straight Man, on his articulatio genus in battlefront of him.

The whiplash cracked again, the only sound in the room."Look at him, look in his middle as you take it !"she shouted.

The heterosexual person Man looked up and, keeping his hands clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in front of him to his lips. The Blonde 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 more of the gumshoe between his lips. As the audience quieted, the sounds of his suction could be faintly heard as he took More and more than of the shaft, deeper and deeper into his sassing until, as if by some magic deception, the unhurt prick had disappeared and the nose of the Straight Man was lost in the dark blonde pubic hair of the blond Man. The square man looked in the eyes of the Blonde Man, who kept his chin up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the interview, ignoring the Straight Man.

The Straight Man worked his way back down the ray, slowly as the drama played out, over and over at a sure tread, until the sally of the whip quickened the it, and the straightaway Man was wildly slamming his oral cavity up and down the shaft of the cock with hectic activity. The blond Man came without a sound, without changing his construction, the lone indication being the frantic swallowing of the Straight Man and a fall of cum, poised on his lip. That cum drop remained as the Straight Man manually put the dick of the Blonde Man back in his pants and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the Blonde Man bowed to the audience and stepped out of the spotlight into the darkness. The Straight Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the free fall hanging on his lip into his mouth and swallowed it. The spotlight went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the Straight Man was gone.

She bowed to the interview, pointing her whip to the primer in front of her, then she straightened, lifted her arms and the lights came up and music played wildly as four the great unwashed ran out to the doughnut and in a choreographed dance, placed pylon at the sharpness of the corners and attached together with a forget me drug festooned with ribbons and jangling bells. The effect was to create a gaily decorated runway around the edges of the ring.

The lighting dimmed and a spotlight came up and a fanfare played and, into the ring, onto the impermanent track, high-stepped a beautiful blonde missy, with a bridle and bit, shaking her read/write head so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheeled cart with flash, spoke wheels, on which a small man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one manus and a whip in the other. The knee of the girl had a leather strap attached that ran from one to the other and around her neck and over the top of her head where it provided a infrastructure for a yellow feather. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the ground, her promontory nodded, the early leg was pulled up a understructure and a one-half into the air, with her knee toward the chin, so the pony girl appeared always prancing or about to bug out, which in turn caused the crib tail on her psyche to brandish in time. With this limitation, the girl pulling the cart pranced around the runway, wearing five-inch gamy dog, for all the consultation to see, her pony-tail swinging on her pendulous head and with a stooge jade inserted which was garnished with a long, cream-colored horse's tail which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his whip smash and waved to the crowd. They came to a stay and a spotlight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another corner of the tintinnabulation, and an equally beautiful young woman, with a red pony-tail wave, red plume, her red butt chew tail swishing, her knees moving in a perfect gait, came into the ring and repeated the activity of the showtime.

Her driver stopped directly abreast the starting time. Once more than, as the maîtresse waved her whip, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony girl entered the pack, this fourth dimension with a distaff driver, tomentum cut short. She was more liberal with the party whip than the other device driver, snapping it closer to pony girl. This crib missy had Negro, crisp hair's-breadth spectacularly framing her delicate feature of speech, a coal contraband tail on her cigaret plug, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the track with her jet-black feather. When they arrived abreast the other two, the maîtresse signalled with her whip and all the light came up, and the crib miss nodded and pranced expectantly as the bunch stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a handgun from a hidden air pocket and and shouted,"On your score !"

The fervor built.

"Get Set !"

Then the audio of the pistol shot in the air crashed, and the jigger daughter were off, racing around the running, knees prancing gamy, tails swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three times, the pushcart flashed and careened ! A stumble by the blonde, and the red shot glass girl came to the front and during the end two laps wasn't caught. At the end of the slipstream, the pylons were opened and she pranced to the heart and soul of the pack where a garland of efflorescence was placed around her neck to fervent clapping and the obvious delight of her number one wood, who pulled back on her reins regularly to cause the missy to prance in place, tails a-flutter.

"A round of applause in appreciation of all the fille's elbow grease !"

The trot daughter trotted off, one by one, to enthusiastic applause.

"For your viewing joy, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, compact woman, with brusque, black hair entered the ring, with two male. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful grin and waved to the crowd on all side of meat, turning so they could see her, and admire her. The three of them stopped in the middle of the ring, in pedigree and the two males walked around the female, waving to the bunch, allowing them to see them, to get to have it off them. Finally, when the bonding with the audience was complete, the three stopped, the lightness went down except for one spotlight on them and the little girl turned and smiled at each of the males in turn. Then she dropped to her knees 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 pelvic girdle. After a minute, or so, the lady friend got up, with her mouthpiece closed, and waved to the bunch to elicit clapping. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's case with both handwriting and, on tip-toe, gave him a tenacious passionate kiss, until the patent dribble of cum came out the side of meat of his mouthpiece. The girl turned completely around, with a huge smile, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her dimples, and her empty sass, and the drop of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the second man, got on her knees in forepart of him, and, since he was already erect, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her sassing. When his microseism were over, she stood up, waved to the crowd with her mouth tightly closed and accepted their hand clapping. She turned and deliberately walked to the first man again, put her weapon around his neck and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his second passionate kiss. Some spots of cum were still on his expression from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the second man. The girl with her big smile and empty mouthpiece turned back to the crowd, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her digit daintily pushed the cum, from the mixture of origin, into the first man's mouth and grinned and massaged his neck as he swallowed it. He licked his lips and she swatted him lightly on the hindquarters before grabbing both the men by their hands, lifting them above their straits as high up 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 hearing was ecstatic, prime and coins littered the sawdust as the three performing artist left the closed chain, the dimples of the daughter clearly visible from the high-pitched reaches of the seating. The lights dimmed and workers cleared the tributes.

When the lights came back up, a shay waiting room was in the middle of the doughnut, with an honest-to-god, generously described as ‘ stacked ’, noblewoman, 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 store for milk and ball or some other terrestrial errand. The lady was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's movie, with a silk robe that had feathered well-kept around the arm and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The only thing really distinguishing her appearing were the salient red letters patent leather heart with a 5-inch dog she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the dame was dressed, looked like typical Lester Willis Young grandparents, like you'd see at church, or at the approximate range, or even at the grocery store, him pushing the cart. She took him seductively by the hand and led him to the end of the chaise lounge, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her animal foot just over the boundary, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her ample bosom and produced and nail filing cabinet and started filing her nails, examining her work every couple of seconds. The scene carefully set, she asked, in a loud voice,"fountainhead, what do you require ?"

He looked down at her from top to bottom, and, his eyes resting on her substructure, said,"I want to worship your human foot,"his vox was quiet, but carried.

"In front man of all these multitude ?"she asked with wonderment in her voice.

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your knees and start with the horseshoe, solve them, build sure they are clean and jerk, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, severalise me."

He got on his human knee with her metrical unit in front end of his face and reached toward her, and her voice was adamant,"No hired man, if you can't mastery yourself, you'll have to wear these,"and she produced a duad of cuff and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the principal of the chaise longue lounge turned around with his hands behind him, and she closed his wrists in the handlock and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a chain of mountains around her cervix. She returned it between her boob, and said,"Now, you may clean my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his stifle and began methodically licking her place, the tops, the Sol, the heels, which he put down his pharynx and sop up clean, until he declared himself finished.

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

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

With some manifest difficulty, he got the shoe mostly off, by wedging his tongue between the shoe and her archway and running it behind her blackguard, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the edge in his sassing, holding it by his mouth and slipped it off and turned to the shoe to the side. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a fire locomotive red, with lacquer that made them gleam in the visible radiation as she wiggled her toes and turned her foot from side to side for the audience to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the pourboire of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her foot, up to her ankle. She filed her nails, examined her oeuvre and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her feet. When the right foot was complete, the man repeated the actions on the left field, as the noblewoman 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 topographic point was clearly seen in the strawman of his light-colored trousers.

‘ Yes,"he said.

"fountainhead, I'm surely the audience enjoyed the appearance,"and, on perfect cue, applause, shouting, whistling and early sounds of approval 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 metre, first the right field. He retrieved it and got on his knees and put it on her substructure, 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 helping hand and he held it as she got up, waving to the crowd with the nail file still in her hand and they marched off with her on his arm.

The chaise longue waiting area stayed in the ring as the next act began. A man, slightly shorter than his companion who was in blackguard, entered the ringing, with the rather ordinary-looking adult female on his arm, swinging a bag and laughing as they talked, though what they were saying couldn't be made out. stagehand rolled up a portable rack with clothes hangers on it and placed it on the point, at the head of the waiting room, as the couple waved to the crowd and took their bows.

After the stage was set, the couple moved to the rack, hung the bag on a hook, and started undressing the cleaning woman, the man holding the clothes as she removed them and carefully hung them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her skirt, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pinko garter belt with pinko seamed stockings and matching pink laced step-in and bra, which seemed to cover a rather flavorless chest. She then turned to the gentleman's gentleman and took his coating, and trouser, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoes, socks, held up with garter, and boxer shorts and singlet with definite knoll in the front.

She then took off the scanty, holding on to the man's shoulder 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 longue sofa, and, finally, the woman stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the firstly clock time clearly seeable. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turn over. ‘ Her'thorax was completely flat. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to facilitate him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the undershirt over his head to reveal two firm chest. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'boxers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumbs. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'headland, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic tomentum expertly trimmed. When the shorts were neatly folded and both sets of underclothes placed under the pillow on the chaise longue lounge, the ‘ woman'was swept in the ‘ man's'limb 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 wearable harness. ‘ He'theatrically put it on, until ‘ he'stood, handwriting on hip, 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 nursing bottle of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ young woman'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ penis ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'work after examining it, ‘ he'returned the nursing bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the chaise lounge, bent over the large cylindric pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the chief of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

‘ He'began very gently, a fraction of an inch at a clock time, to enclose the ‘ penis'into ‘ her'hole. ‘ Her'gasp, and finally yell, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to lose solitaire and shoved in a couple of column inch with a heaving. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too plentiful, you can't be too thin, and, baby it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a trivial further this time. ‘ Her'wow was not as loud, more than a cry. Another thrust and a squeal, then more jab, Sir Thomas More squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with truehearted poke, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the speech rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became even until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in time to ‘ his'stab. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'headland in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, harder ”, and the rhythm picked up even more pep pill, until the pounding became brute, as ‘ he'stoop ‘ his'human knee for maximum leveraging, and the slapping sound filled the hall and the interview started clapping in time. A few minutes of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's flavor so serious inside me"and ‘ her'leg collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held upright by the ‘ penis ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his thrusts.

The ‘ man'had a huge grin on ‘ his'grimace."Do you like getting fucked, good, babe, do you ?"But ‘ her'only answer was the squeals in time to ‘ his'thrusts. 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 bound of the lounge. Stagehands came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'stomach with a little smiling on ‘ her'aspect, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the halo while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hips waving ‘ his penis'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that huge grin.

Once again the light source dimmed. The show waited while the deafening applause died down and the lights, once again, went completely down. A spotlight came on and a soft woman, with ample breasts stood, naked, in the center of the stage. A trapeze hung down a duet of animal foot above her, and, from it, hung wrist joint cuff suspended on a chain.

"Lift up your arms to the shackles, bitch,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear voice, and the party whip cracked. The woman lifted her arms above her drumhead, 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 trammel were at her radiocarpal joint.

A blonde woman, hair in a dangerous bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh richly iron boot, and with a spectacular body, entered. She walked up to the nude woman and snapped the shackles on her wrist joint and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the delicate adult female barely touched the ground, and, still, from time to time she swung, grabbing for the earth again with her toes. The peak was such that she always just barely failed to detect a stalls base. The blonde left and came back rolling an opened cabinet which contained all sorts of whip, craw, canes, muzzle, clips, and early torture devices.

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

"Yes,"her phonation was gentle but crystallise and carried well.

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

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

The blonde sneered and selected a ball with a short dildo and a strap, a classic sadomasochistic gimmick, a chunk 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 large clip with dentition, showed them to the crew, clipping them open and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipples of the suspend girl. The missy grunted and swung and desperately tried to regain footing as her chest heaved. The blond twisted the clinch, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and tears started rolling down her buttock. With a final tweak, which set the girl swinging, the blond went back to the cabinet and tested the flexibility and speciality of several of the whips before selecting a riding crop, of the type carried by riders of show horses or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the frightened girlfriend and went, out of the victim's heap, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first blow perfectly, as the delicate girl with the ample knocker swung back toward the blonde at the close point. The audio of the stroke on the delicate girl's nates was needlelike and brassy. The victim danced, her toes caught the primer and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled scream cut through the air. The blonde stood back and admired the red welt rising on the ass of the victim. She swung back the harvest and hit the girl again, in unadulterated cadence, and the dance was livelier, the scream still muffled but more frantic, and the blond started whipping the appealing tail end in front of her, regularly, in a beat the shackle girl soon matched, raising her butt toward the puff in concert with the golf shot. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging female child and grabbed her tit from behind and gave a vicious pull to the nipple clamps. Red welt covered her butt and the blonde reached down and gave a smack, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you want to a greater extent ?"

The crying woman nodded her straits up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the storage locker and selected a hanker bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the girlfriend. The shot landed with a vehemence, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the consultation chimed in, counting each shock as the victim cried and danced. The blonde stopped, lifted the cane above her brain and, with the crowd cheering,"Do it, do it,"let fly a substantial 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 teaser, then back, until red stripes covered the ass of the touchy girlfriend. At last the blonde bowed to the crowd, replaced the cane in the locker, took off the ball gag and put it in the locker, then, to the sobs and screams of the victim, twisted first one clamp and replaced it in the storage locker, then the other. The blonde reached up and released the wrists and the delicate womanhood collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the charge of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained audible over the entire auditorium, until stagehands came with a cart and removed her, clutching for the legs of the blonde 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 display with a unskilled volunteer, someone who, having seen the show previously, wishes to be a part of this show. Tonight, as always, we have our amateur volunteer ”, and she smiled and waved her handwriting coaxing the military 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 name, Sir ?"

"Henry."

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

"Well, Henry, you have volunteered to harbor your neighbors and protagonist ?"

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

"Good. And you have passed the medical interrogatory ?"

"Yes."

"Good,"she smiled.

"Now is the time to get undressed, Henry, I know this may be difficult, for some the most difficult part of the performance, but I think that you are organize,"she smiled reassuringly.

"Yes."He took off his trouser, which showed he wasn't wearing underwear, and his shirt and some slip-on skid, until he stood, naked, in front of the gang. He looked very mean, except for a ping charge plate John Cage, a sexual morality twist, covering his member.

"commodity, henry, now we are going to do some lighting whoremonger to add dramatic event and other stage impression as we introduce our former part and begin, are you quick ?"

"Yes."

She waved her party whip in the air and, from the like direction Henry came, strode purposefully a rather field looking charwoman with a leer on her face.

"Ladies and valet de chambre, Hot Wife !"Mad hand clapping rang from all sides.

"And last, but definitely not least, Big Shirley Temple Black 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 tall black man, 250 pounds, with a ten-inch erect penis. His ovalbumin dentition creased his face in a big smile as he raised his limb above his header and turned in a circle so the integral crowd could see him, and his superbia and joy. Hot wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Black hammer. Henry's eye got big and he dropped his workforce to overcompensate his cock, and slightly bent his knees as if to report his inadequacy, evident to him as well as the full audience.

Big Black Cock finished turning, spied Hot married woman, 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 thud that knocked the winding from her. He grabbed her ankle joint and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot Wife, slowly at first, but with greater pacing, more powerful push, as they continued, rutting in the genus Circus ring. Hot wife grunted in unison with the thrusts. After a mates of minutes, Hot wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the herculean stab with to a greater extent role, using her ramification to increase the leverage to manifold the strong suit behind her thrusts and continuing her scream. Within another minute, Big Black pecker gave out a mighty holler and climaxed with one live on dig and a rotary motion of his ass, with his massive dick buried in Hot Wife.

Big Black cock then rose, grabbing Hot married woman's articulatio talocruralis and lifting her ass into the air, before, rather gently, returning her feet to the primer. Hot wife moaned for a second, then looked at H and beckoned him to her and directed his face between her legs. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his ears and pulled his face into her vagina and with a laughter, said, with a sultry, uneven, voice,"clean and jerk it !"Joseph Henry paused a moment in the air, just millimeter from her vagina, as if he might be considering the edict, before Hot Wife's pulling on his head buried his face in it. The auditory sensation of his lapping could be heard in the first rows of the seats as he continued, to Hot wife's direction,"Lick it proficient, drub it deep, lick it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Black Cock stood to the side, his arms folded on his thorax as Henry licked. After a slight time, his dick came semi-erect again, and when Hot Wife noticed it, she waved him over and motioned him down beside her. She sat up, Joseph Henry still at her vagina, and began playing with Big blackamoor dick, running her mitt up and down the prick, caressing the head until it stood, once again, in all its glory. She held it at the bag with both workforce and bent her head to it. She could not take the stallion matter in her sass, but she could, and did, incite her sass over the head of it, running her tongue around it, making love to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his pilus and directed his face, covered with all the juices from her vagina and late pounding, and said, in a clear, decided voice which carried to the profoundness of the dramaturgy,"Lick his balls, lick the barb, for God's sake, I can't make his entire cock in my mouthpiece, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

William Henry lacked either the strength or will, or both, to dare her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge phallus and began licking Big Black turncock's balls, putting them in his rima oris, sucking on them, moving his lips and tongue around the shaft until he was almost touching Hot wife's sass, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big Black pecker. The auditory sensation of Patrick Henry and Hot Wife's unwritten exertions could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big Black Cock closed his eyes and came with an eruption that Hot wife couldn't control. Cum ran out of her sassing down the side of meat of her boldness. She smiled and put her handwriting on the sides of Joseph Henry's look and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouths until his face was completely covered with the latest ejaculation, and his kiss cleaned Hot married woman's face.

Big Negroid Cock chuckled, got up, helped Hot married woman to her understructure and they started out of the ring, in the focus Patrick Henry and Hot wife had kickoff come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and come on, we've got a genuine gumshoe to suck,"and laughed gaily, as they left Henry frantically gathering his pants and shirt and shoe before running after them, out of the ring.

Henry's loss was the cue for the halo Light Within to all be turned on, a craze of spotlights circled as wilderness music played and the crowd showed their appreciation for the show with thunderous clapping and shouting.

"peeress and man, Our display ! I hope you enjoyed it, narrate your friends."

And the ring lights went down and the lights in the stands 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