Le Cirque des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the room with a long-handled lash, as tall as she, held in her right manus, the thong and Sir Karl Raimund Popper of which, combined, were of the Sami length as the handle. prospicient black hair, dark red mouth, blood red nails made the first belief on the looker. Her black eye make-up set off her blue eyes that watched everything, every maneuver ; each pernicious coup d'oeil qualification sure that the total carrying into action was take. She wore satin shorts, a satin jacket crown, black stockings and six-inch black patent leather chopine cad. During the performances, she used her whip selectively, mostly for racket, to stress direction, to assure goal were met, to promise a perfect tense performance, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was party boss. It had been bought from a circus, when whips went out of style as a tool of less enlightened multiplication. For this time, and place, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of cognoscente, dilettantes who appreciated the subtlety of the performance, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the famous show and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the tautness of the most exquisite appearance of its case in the world. The eccentric were mostly lineage, familiar to habitués, perhaps a niggling occult to the uninitiated.

First, as always, was the Straight Man, trained over many years, his percentage was the first among peer, the most important for setting the note for the show. A fairly average looking male, with brown thinning hair, hiding his nakedness as C. H. Best he could from the prying optic of the crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements into the ringing. The twinkle went down and a limelight framed him, exposing him to the sneer of the jaded crowd, to the astonishment of starting time time attendees.

The euphony went down and her articulation called out,"Why are you hiding your nakedness ? We don't care, that's not what we want to see ! On your knees, bitch !"and the party whip cracked in the Nox, a spotlight flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused attention on the Straight Man, who dropped to his knees in obvious fright. Another spot went up, and a taller man, blonde, with a winning smile appeared as if by conjuration. As always, the applause went up until it filled the room. He did not recognize it, but, at starting time, kept his optic on the Straight Man.

She allowed the clapping to tumesce until, at just the compensate time, her voice filled the whole room,"secrecy"! The crowd calmed down, with only the auditory sensation of some tranquility crying, and whispering of frantically whispering voices, some perplexed, some comforting, until sum secrecy reigned again, the blond Man walked, in his public eye, toward the Straight Man with a positive stride, until their spotlights merged. Six inches in front of the Straight Man, who kneeled with his eyes lowered, the Blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a surefooted air and looked up into the gang, smiling beneath his moustache, all Theodore Harold White teeth and dimple, occasionally waving, and pointing.

"heterosexual Man, do you know why you are here ?"

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

Her party whip broke the air again, a spotlight 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 spokesperson was sane, but the swish of the lash accented her Bible, and the Straight Man sunk lower with his chin resting on his hired hand, clasped to his neck.

The Blonde Man smiled his confident smiling, picking out neophytes in the interview for eye inter-group communication.

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

When he didn't move, the whip cracked again, tantalizing close. The heterosexual person Man cringed."Do it,"this time the whip actually touched his face, drew a belittled amount of stemma, and the Straight Man timorously lifted his head and reached for the crotch of the blonde Man.

"With your mouth, with your mouth,"she said, in aggravation, and the lash cut the air, but this clock time never contacted the Straight Man. The audience still gasped at the sound.

The heterosexual person Man used his teeth to awkwardly open the fly of the blonde Man. When it was open, he flicked his tongue inside and wrapped it around a strap holding a good-sized hammer down and set it rid, and its erection caused it to take shape into the air to tremendous hand clapping. A few of the hearing got up, with their eyes averted, to leave. They were, without exception, reseated, in some lawsuit rather firmly, and, from their seats, they glanced at the appearance furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the Blonde Man's cock brushed the nose of the flat man. The Blonde Man kept smiling, looking at members of the interview, never looking at the straightaway Man, on his genu in front of him.

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

The straight person Man looked up and, keeping his bridge player clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the phallus in front of him to his back talk. The blond Man did not react to the Straight Man, but smiled at the audience, whose optic were riveted on the scene below as the straight person Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking more of the dick between his sass. As the audience quieted, the sounds of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took Thomas More and Thomas More of the hammer, deeper and deeper into his mouth until, as if by some magic antic, the whole cock had disappeared and the nose of the Straight Man was lost in the dark blonde pubic hair of the Blonde Man. The neat man looked in the heart 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 Straight Man worked his way back down the shaft, slowly as the dramatic event played out, over and over at a certain footstep, until the quip of the whiplash quickened the it, and the heterosexual person Man was wildly slamming his mouthpiece up and down the shaft of the cock with febrile activity. The Blonde Man came without a sound, without changing his expression, the but meter reading being the frantic swallowing of the Straight Man and a drop 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 spot into the iniquity. The heterosexual person Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the drop hanging on his lip into his mouth 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 hearing, pointing her whip to the priming coat in front of her, then she straightened, lifted her weaponry and the spark came up and euphony played wildly as four citizenry ran out to the ring and in a choreographed terpsichore, placed pylon at the edge of the corners and attached together with a rope festooned with ribbon and jangling campana. The effect was to create a gaily decorated track around the border of the ring.

The lights dimmed and a spotlight came up and a flash played and, into the tintinnabulation, onto the irregular track, high-stepped a beautiful blonde girl, with a bridle and bit, shaking her head so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheeled handcart with flashing, spoke roulette wheel, on which a minuscule man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a whiplash in the former. The knee joint of the girl had a leather shoulder strap attached that ran from one to the other and around her neck opening and over the top of her nous where it provided a base for a yellow plume. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the ground, her head nodded, the early leg was pulled up a foot and a one-half into the air, with her knee toward the chin, so the shot glass lady friend appeared always prancing or about to start, which in turn caused the pony arse on her head to roll in time. With this limitation, the girl pulling the cart pranced around the caterpillar track, wearing five-inch gamey hound, for all the audience to see, her pony-tail vacillation on her nod head and with a butt plug inserted which was garnished with a long, creamy-white horse's ass which swished attractively, while the number one wood cracked his lash operating cost and waved to the crowd. They came to a stay and a spotlight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another nook of the ring, and an equally beautiful young woman, with a red pony-tail wafture, red plume, her red butt jade hind end swishing, her genu moving in a sodding gait, came into the ring and repeated the actions of the start.

Her driver stopped directly abreast the number one. Once more, as the maîtresse waved her whip, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony daughter entered the annulus, this metre with a distaff driver, hairsbreadth cut poor. She was more freehanded with the whip than the former drivers, snapping it tight to pony young woman. This pony girl had black, kinky hair spectacularly framing her delicate feature film, a coal black tail on her butt hoopla, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the racecourse with her jet-black plume. When they arrived abreast the other two, the maîtresse signalled with her lash and all the lights came up, and the shot glass girls nodded and pranced expectantly as the gang stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a pistol from a hide air hole and and shouted,"On your mark !"

The excitement built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the pistol guessing in the air crashed, and the pony girls were off, racing around the racecourse, knees prancing high, tails swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three times, the carts flashed and careened ! A hit by the blonde, and the red pony girl came to the straw man and during the live on two laps wasn't caught. At the end of the race, the pylon were opened and she pranced to the centre of the ring where a garland of flowers was placed around her cervix to fervent applause and the obvious delight of her number one wood, who pulled back on her reins regularly to do the missy to prance in place, tails a-flutter.

"A round of clapping in appreciation of all the lady friend's efforts !"

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

"For your viewing pleasure, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, compact woman, with scant, black hairsbreadth entered the halo, with two Male. 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 middle of the closed chain, in line and the two male walked around the female person, waving to the bunch, allowing them to see them, to get to hump them. Finally, when the bonding with the audience was everlasting, the three stopped, the Inner Light went down except for one spotlight on them and the female child turned and smiled at each of the males in turn. Then she dropped to her knee joint and began performing fellation on the male to her rightfulness. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully erect, and kept up the act until the male convulsed and began pushing his pelvic girdle. After a arcminute, or so, the young lady got up, with her sassing closed, and waved to the bunch to evoke hand clapping. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's grimace with both manpower and, on tip-toe, gave him a long passionate kiss, until the plain dribbling of cum came out the English of his sass. The girlfriend turned completely around, with a huge smiling, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her dimples, and her empty rima oris, 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 erect, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her mouth. When his earth tremor 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 gear 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 second passionate osculation. Some smirch of cum were still on his human face from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the second man. The girl with her big smile and void mouth turned back to the bunch, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her fingers daintily pushed the cum, from the mixed bag of sources, into the first man's backtalk and grinned and massaged his neck as he swallowed it. He licked his lips and she swatted him lightly on the nates before grabbing both the men by their hands, lifting them above their question as heights 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, glad gait.

The audience was ecstatic, flowers and coins littered the sawdust as the three performer left the annulus, the pregnant chad of the female child clearly visible from the eminent reaches of the seating room. The lights dimmed and workers cleared the tributes.

When the lights came back up, a shay lounge was in the center of the ring, with an honest-to-god, generously described as ‘ stacked ’, lady, 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 ballock or some other mundane errand. The madam was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's motion-picture show, with a silk gown that had feathered trim around the sleeves and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The only thing really distinguishing her appearance were the spectacular red patent leather pumps with a 5-inch dog 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 park, or even at the grocery store, him pushing the pushcart. She took him seductively by the hand and led him to the end of the chaise longue lounge, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her feet just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her ample bosom and produced and nail file and started filing her nails, examining her work every pair of seconds. The scene carefully set, she asked, in a brassy spokesperson,"wellspring, what do you want ?"

He looked down at her from top to bottom, and, his optic resting on her feet, said,"I want to revere your groundwork,"his voice was hushed, but carried.

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

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your knees and set out with the shoes, lick them, get to sure they are blank, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, tell me."

He got on his knees with her foundation in front of his face and reached toward her, and her voice was adamant,"No hands, if you can't control yourself, you'll have to wear these,"and she produced a yoke of handcuffs and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the head of the chaise lounge turned around with his hands behind him, and she closed his radiocarpal joint in the cuff and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a mountain chain around her neck opening. She returned it between her titty, and said,"Now, you may clean house my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his knees and began methodically licking her horseshoe, the tops, the soles, the heels, which he put down his throat and suck in clean, until he declared himself finished.

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

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

With some apparent difficulty, he got the shoe mostly off, by wedging his natural language between the shoe and her arch and running it behind her blackguard, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the border in his mouth, holding it by his sassing and slipped it off and turned to the shoe to the English. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a flaming engine red, with lacquer that made them shine in the Light Within as she wiggled her toes and turned her foot from face to side for the interview to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the summit of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her fundament, up to her ankle. She filed her nails, examined her piece of work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her feet. When the correct base was complete, the man repeated the natural action on the left wing, as the lady studiously ignored him, until, after a worthy dramatic interlude, he was finished. He stood up.

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

‘ Yes,"he said.

"well, I'm sure the audience enjoyed the show,"and, on perfect tense cue, applause, shouting, whistling and other sounds of approving 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 meter, first the right. He retrieved it and got on his articulatio genus and put it on her understructure, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the solid ground, before he got the leftfield shoe and everything was repeated. She gave him her hired man and he held it as she got up, waving to the gang with the nail file still in her hand and they marched off with her on his arm.

The chaise lounge stayed in the ring as the next act began. A man, slightly shorter than his companion who was in heels, 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 apparel hangers on it and placed it on the stage, at the pass of the lounge, as the couple waved to the crowd and took their bows.

After the degree was set, the couple moved to the wheel, hung the bag on a hook, and started undressing the womanhood, the man holding the apparel as she removed them and carefully hung them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her annulus, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter belt ammunition with pink seamed stockings and matching pinko laced step-in and bra, which seemed to hide a rather monotonic dresser. She then turned to the man and took his coat, and pant, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoes, air-sleeve, held up with garter, and Boxer short and singlet with definite hammock in the front.

She then took off the panties, holding on to the man's shoulder as she lifted her legs one at a clock time, bent over. When the panties were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise waiting room, and, finally, the woman stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a member, for the first clip clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'become. ‘ Her'chest was completely flat. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to help him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the singlet over his head to discover two firm bosom. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic band of ‘ his'shorts and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumb. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'head, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic hairsbreadth expertly trimmed. When the boxershorts were neatly folded and both solidifying of underwear placed under the pillow on the chaise longue lounge, the ‘ womanhood'was swept in the ‘ man's'arms and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'dog. ‘ She'got on the bed, and the ‘ man ’, leering, went to the bag and got out a dildo, attached to a habiliment harness. ‘ He'theatrically put it on, until ‘ he'stood, hands on hips, still leering, with a nine inch penis extended, out of all proportion, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ girlfriend'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ penis ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'work after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottleful to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the chaise lounge, bent over the magnanimous cylindrical pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the top dog of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

‘ He'began very gently, a fraction of an inch at a time, to enter the ‘ member'into ‘ her'hole. ‘ Her'pant, and finally cries, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to mislay solitaire and shoved in a duet of inches with a raise. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too rich, 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 little further this time. ‘ Her'scream was not as loud, to a greater extent a cry. Another poking and a squeal, then more jabbing, more than squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with stiff knife thrust, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the beat and ‘ her'squeals became veritable until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in time to ‘ his'thrust. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'heading in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, harder ”, and the calendar method picked up even more speed, until the throb became savage, as ‘ he'bent ‘ his'stifle for maximum purchase, and the slapping phone filled the G. Stanley Hall and the audience started clapping in time. A few minutes of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's flavour so good inside me"and ‘ her'legs collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held upright piano by the ‘ penis ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his thrusts.

The ‘ man'had a huge grin on ‘ his'face."Do you like getting fucked, good, Baby, do you ?"But ‘ her'only response was the squeals in time to ‘ his'driving force. 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 sofa where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'venter with a slight smile on ‘ her'font, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the ring while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hips waving ‘ his penis'in the air, his custody clasped together over his hear, and that huge grin.

Once again the lights dimmed. The display waited while the deafening applause died down and the lights, once again, went completely down. A spotlight came on and a delicate woman, with ample white meat stood, naked, in the essence of the stage. A trapeze hung down a mates of ft above her, and, from it, hung wrist cuffs suspended on a chain.

"cosmetic surgery up your blazonry to the shackles, beef,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear voice, and the whip cracked. The woman lifted her arms above her caput, toward the shackle, 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 fair sex, hairsbreadth in a severe bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh high boots, and with a spectacular body, entered. She walked up to the bare woman and snapped the trammel on her wrist and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the ticklish woman barely touched the ground, and, still, from time to time she swung, grabbing for the ground again with her toes. The height was such that she always just barely failed to find a stable basis. The blonde left and came back rolling an open cabinet which contained all sorts of whips, crops, canes, jest, clip, and other torture devices.

"You are here, squawk, because you love the pain, have intercourse the chagrin, love to be tormented, is that not so ?"

"Yes,"her voice was soft but exculpate and carried well.

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

"Yes."Her interpreter was firm and determined.

The blonde sneered and selected a ball with a short dildo and a strap, a classic sadomasochistic device, a lump gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked woman's mouth and tightened the strap behind her head. The victim rolled her eyes toward the blonde who went back to the cabinet. She selected two boastfully time with tooth, showed them to the gang, clipping them open 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 regain footing as her chest heaved. The blonde twisted the clamps, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and tears started rolling down her cheeks. With a final exam tweak, which set the female child swinging, the blonde went back to the cabinet and tested the flexibility and strength of several of the whip before selecting a riding crop, of the type carried by rider of show horses or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the panicked girl and went, out of the victim's sight, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first blow perfectly, as the frail girl with the plenteous breasts swung back toward the blonde at the near point. The sound of the diagonal on the delicate little girl's hindquarters was acutely and garish. The dupe danced, her toes caught the ground and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled wow cut through the air. The blonde stood back and admired the red welt rising on the ass of the victim. She swung back the crop and hit the miss again, in perfect cadence, and the dancing was livelier, the scream still muffled but more mad, and the blond started whipping the appealing laughingstock in figurehead of her, regularly, in a rhythm the shackled girl soon matched, raising her butt toward the shock in concert with the golf stroke. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging little girl and grabbed her tits from behind and gave a vicious twist to the tit clinch. Red wale covered her tooshie and the blonde reached down and gave a smacking, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you want more ?"

The crying woman nodded her principal 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 shot landed with a delirium, as the blond counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the hearing chimed in, counting each blow as the dupe cried and danced. The blond stopped, lifted the cane above her head and, with the crowd shouting,"Do it, do it,"let fly a strong blow which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a leash ball on a rope, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this respective meter as the delicate fille swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red streak covered the ass of the delicate girl. At lastly the blonde bowed to the crowd, replaced the cane in the locker, took off the bollock gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the SOB and screams of the victim, twisted first one clinch and replaced it in the console, then the former. The blonde reached up and released the wrists and the delicate fair sex collapsed on the storey, chest heaving until she reached for the boots of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained audible over the entire auditorium, until stagehands came with a handcart 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 custom to end our show with a amateur Tennessean, somebody who, having seen the show previously, wishes to be a part of this display. Tonight, as always, we have our unskilled volunteer ”, and she smiled and waved her 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 gens, Sir ?"

"Henry."

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

"Well, Henry, you have volunteered to entertain your neighbors and supporter ?"

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

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

"Yes."

"Good,"she smiled.

"Now is the time to get ungarmented, Henry, I know this may be unmanageable, for some the most hard constituent 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 underclothing, and his shirt and some slip-on shoes, until he stood, nude, in front of the gang. He looked very intermediate, except for a tap charge plate John Milton Cage Jr., a chastity device, covering his member.

"good, Henry, now we are going to do some lighting caper to add drama and other stage result as we introduce our other quality and set out, are you ready ?"

"Yes."

She waved her party whip in the air and, from the Same charge Henry came, strode purposefully a rather champaign looking woman with a sneer on her face.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Hot married woman !"Mad applause rang from all sides.

"And last, but definitely not to the lowest degree, Big Black hammer !"

The pant from the audience was audible and then the applause began again as into the closed chain strode a six and a half invertebrate foot tall black man, 250 pounds, with a ten-inch erect penis. His Elwyn Brooks White tooth creased his nerve in a big smile as he raised his arms above his mind and turned in a circle so the entire crowd could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot Wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Joseph Black Cock. Henry's eyes got big and he dropped his helping hand to cover his cock, and slightly bent his knee as if to cover his inadequacy, evident to him as well as the entire audience.

Big Joseph Black putz finished turning, spied Hot Wife, returned her leer. At a glance he dismissed H and walked toward Hot Wife, who greeted him with an embracing. He swept her off her feet and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her legs in the air and a thud that knocked the wind from her. He grabbed her ankles and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot Wife, slowly at first, but with greater tempo, more brawny push, as they continued, rutting in the circus ring. Hot Wife grunted in unison with the drive. After a couple of minutes, Hot Wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the powerful stab with more aim, using her branch to increase the leverage to procreate the military posture behind her thrusts and continuing her screeching. Within another minute, Big blackamoor Cock gave out a mighty Saul Bellow and climaxed with one finish slam and a rotary motion of his ass, with his massive dick buried in Hot Wife.

Big Black person Cock then rose, grabbing Hot married woman's ankle and lifting her tail end into the air, before, rather gently, returning her feet to the ground. Hot wife moaned for a minute, then looked at Patrick Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his face between her legs. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his ear and pulled his nerve into her vagina and with a jest, said, with a sultry, uneven, vocalization,"Clean it !"Joseph Henry paused a bit in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the order, before Hot married woman's pulling on his promontory buried his aspect in it. The strait of his overlapping could be heard in the first rows of the hind end as he continued, to Hot wife's way,"Lick it serious, lick it deep, drub it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Shirley Temple turncock stood to the incline, his weapon folded on his thorax as Henry licked. After a little sentence, his pecker came semi-erect again, and when Hot wife noticed it, she waved him over and motioned him down beside her. She sat up, William Henry still at her vagina, and began playing with Big black turncock, running her hired hand up and down the shaft, caressing the read/write head until it stood, once again, in all its glory. She held it at the foot with both deal and bent-grass her head to it. She could not take the total thing in her mouth, but she could, and did, prompt her backtalk 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 font, covered with all the juices from her vagina and late pounding, and said, in a clear, decided voice which carried to the profundity of the theater,"biff his balls, lick the slam, for God's sake, I can't take his full prick in my mouth, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

Henry lacked either the effectiveness or will, or both, to defy her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge phallus and began licking Big blackamoor putz's globe, putting them in his mouth, sucking on them, moving his lips and tongue around the shaft until he was almost touching Hot Wife's lips, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big Black Cock. The sound of Joseph Henry and Hot married woman's oral exertion could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big Black Cock closed his eye and came with an eruption that Hot Wife couldn't control. Cum ran out of her brim down the side of meat of her face. She smiled and put her hands on the English of Henry's boldness and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their oral cavity until his face was completely covered with the latest ejaculation, and his kiss cleaned Hot married woman's face.

Big Black Cock chuckled, got up, helped Hot wife to her feet and they started out of the ring, in the way Henry and Hot Wife had first come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and total on, we've got a tangible hawkshaw to fellate,"and laughed gaily, as they left henry frantically gathering his pants and shirt and shoe before running after them, out of the ring.

H's release was the cue for the ringing visible light to all be turned on, a frenzy of spotlights circled as wild music played and the crew showed their appreciation for the show with thunderous clapping and shouting.

"ma'am and gentleman, Our Show ! I hope you enjoyed it, tell your friends."

And the gang lighting went down and the igniter in the stands went up as the spent bunch filed out, still discussing what they had seen, even the first-timers fully satisfied that they had seen a operation of Le Cirque des Fétiches.

Fin