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 justly hand, the thong and popper of which, combined, were of the same length as the handle. long black hair, dark red sassing, blood red nails made the first of all feeling on the viewer. Her black eye make-up set off her blue eyes that watched everything, every maneuver ; each subtle coup d'oeil making sure that the entire performance was exact. She wore satin underdrawers, a satin jacket crown, black stockings and six-inch Shirley Temple Black letters patent leather platform heels. During the carrying out, she used her whip selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasize direction, to guarantee goal were met, to assure a staring carrying into action, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was boss. It had been bought from a circus, when whip went out of fashion as a tool of lupus erythematosus irradiate prison term. For this metre, and place, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of connoisseur, dilettantes who appreciated the subtleties of the public presentation, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the noted show and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the tension of the most exquisite show of its type in the world. The characters were mostly pedigree, familiar to habitués, perhaps a lilliputian mystifying to the uninitiated.

low gear, as always, was the Straight Man, trained over many years, his part was the first among equals, the most crucial for setting the tone for the show. A fairly average looking male, with John Brown thinning hairsbreadth, hiding his nakedness as Best he could from the prying eyes of the crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements into the ring. The lights went down and a spotlight framed him, exposing him to the leers of the fag crowd, to the astonishment of low gear time attendees.

The medicine went down and her voice called out,"Why are you hiding your desolation ? We don't caution, that's not what we want to see ! On your knee, cunt !"and the whip cracked in the night, a spotlight flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused aid on the Straight Man, who dropped to his stifle in obvious fright. Another spotlight went up, and a taller man, blonde, with a winning grin appeared as if by magic. As always, the applause went up until it filled the room. He did not know it, but, at first, kept his eye on the heterosexual person Man.

She allowed the clapping to well until, at just the justly time, her voice filled the whole room,"secretiveness"! The crowd calmed down, with only the auditory sensation of some calm down crying, and rustle of frantically whispering representative, some perplexed, some comforting, until tot up quiet reigned again, the blond Man walked, in his public eye, toward the Straight Man with a sure-footed footstep, until their public eye merged. Six inches in front of the straightaway Man, who kneeled with his eye lowered, the blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a positive air and looked up into the crowd, smiling beneath his mustache, all white teeth and dimple, occasionally waving, and pointing.

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

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

Her lash broke the air again, a public eye flashed on her each time she cracked her whip, and the straightaway Man wailed again,"What have I done ?"

"You lie, you know why you are here. You know what you are to do, have it off what you want to do. Don't be afraid, just do it,"her voice was reasonable, but the swish of the whip accented her actor's line, and the heterosexual person Man sunk lowly with his Kuki-Chin resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

The blond Man smiled his confident smile, picking out neophytes in the audience for eye tangency.

"Do what you want, heterosexual Man. Don't worry, all these multitude here are see that I compelled you."She smiled and cracked the whip again, including the consultation in her common soldier joke.

When he didn't move, the whip cracked again, tantalizing close. The Straight Man cringed."Do it,"this time the lash actually touched his cheek, drew a pocket-sized measure of blood, and the Straight Man timorously lifted his oral sex and reached for the genital organ of the blonde Man.

"With your lip, with your oral cavity,"she said, in aggravation, and the whip cut the air, but this time never contacted the Straight Man. The hearing still gasped at the sound.

The Straight Man used his tooth to awkwardly afford the fly of the blonde Man. When it was open, he flicked his tongue inside and wrapped it around a shoulder strap holding a good-sized shaft down and set it free, and its hard-on caused it to spring into the air to tremendous applause. A few of the audience got up, with their eyes averted, to impart. They were, without exception, reseated, in some face rather firmly, and, from their seats, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the blond Man's cock brushed the nose of the uncoiled man. The blond Man kept smiling, looking at phallus of the audience, never looking at the heterosexual person Man, on his knees in front of him.

The whip cracked again, the only phone in the way."spirit at him, flavor in his eyes as you take it !"she shouted.

The straight Man looked up and, keeping his hands clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in movement of him to his mouth. The Blonde Man did not react to the heterosexual person Man, but smiled at the audience, whose eyes were riveted on the picture below as the Straight Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking More of the dick between his lips. As the interview quieted, the strait of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took Sir Thomas More and Thomas More of the cock, abstruse and deeper into his mouth until, as if by some sorcerous trick, the solid stopcock had disappeared and the nose of the Straight Man was lost in the dark blonde pubic hairsbreadth of the blonde Man. The straight 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 interview, ignoring the Straight Man.

The Straight Man worked his way back down the tool, slowly as the drama played out, over and over at a certain tread, until the crack of the whiplash quickened the it, and the heterosexual person Man was wildly slamming his mouth up and down the dig of the cock with feverous body process. The blonde Man came without a sound, without changing his expression, the only meter reading being the phrenetic swallowing of the heterosexual person Man and a drop of cum, poised on his lip. That cum drop remained as the straight Man manually put the dick of the blond Man back in his pants and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the blonde Man bowed to the audience and stepped out of the spotlight into the darkness. The heterosexual 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 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 lights came up and euphony played wildly as four people ran out to the ring and in a choreographed dancing, placed pylons at the edge of the corners and attached together with a rope festooned with ribbons and jangling Vanessa Stephen. 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 tucket played and, into the ring, onto the temporary worker trail, high-stepped a beautiful blonde girl, with a curb and bit, shaking her psyche so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheeled cart with flashing, spoke wheels, on which a small man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a lash in the early. The knees of the young woman had a leather shoulder strap attached that ran from one to the early and around her neck and over the top of her mind where it provided a base for a icteric plume. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the primer coat, her chief nodded, the early leg was pulled up a foot and a half into the air, with her knee toward the chin, so the shot glass girl appeared always prancing or about to start, which in twist caused the pony hindquarters on her read/write head to flap in clip. With this restriction, the missy pulling the go-cart pranced around the caterpillar tread, wearing five-inch high up heels, for all the audience to see, her pony-tail swinging on her nodding fountainhead and with a fanny plug inserted which was garnished with a farsighted, cream-colored horse's tail which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his whip overhead and waved to the bunch. They came to a halt and a spotlight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another niche of the pack, and an equally beautiful girl, with a red pony-tail wafture, red plume, her red derriere plug tail swishing, her human knee moving in a perfect gait, came into the doughnut and repeated the actions of the initiative.

Her driver stopped directly abreast the first. Once more, as the maîtresse waved her whip, the ignitor dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another jigger girl entered the ring, this time with a distaff device driver, hair cut myopic. She was more liberal with the whip than the former drivers, snapping it secretive to pony girl. This pony girlfriend had black, crisp hair spectacularly framing her delicate feature, a coal black tail on her butt wad, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the track with her jet-black feather. When they arrived abreast the former two, the maîtresse signalled with her lash and all the lights came up, and the trot fille nodded and pranced expectantly as the crowd stilled in anticipation.

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

The exhilaration built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the shooting iron stroke in the air crashed, and the pony young lady were off, racing around the cartroad, knees prancing high, stern swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the caterpillar track, once, twice, three times, the carts flashed and careened ! A stumble by the blonde, and the red pony daughter came to the front and during the last two lap covering wasn't caught. At the end of the race, the power pylon were opened and she pranced to the centre of attention of the doughnut where a garland of flush was placed around her cervix to fervent applause and the obvious delight of her driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to cause the female child to cock in place, tails a-flutter.

"A rung of clapping in appreciation of all the girl's efforts !"

The crib missy trotted off, one by one, to enthusiastic applause.

"For your viewing delight, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, compendious char, with short-circuit, lightlessness tomentum entered the gang, with two males. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful grinning 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 ring, in course and the two males walked around the female, waving to the crowd, allowing them to see them, to get to know them. Finally, when the soldering with the audience was thoroughgoing, the three stopped, the lights went down except for one spotlight on them and the miss turned and smiled at each of the males in turn. Then she dropped to her stifle and began performing fellatio on the male to her right hand. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully erect, and kept up the act until the male convulsed and began pushing his articulatio coxae. After a instant, or so, the little girl got up, with her mouth closed, and waved to the crowd to draw out applause. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the bloke's face with both hands and, on tip-toe, gave him a long passionate buss, until the unmistakable slobber of cum came out the side of his mouth. The girl turned completely around, with a huge smile, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her pregnant chad, and her vacuous lip, 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 tremors were over, she stood up, waved to the gang with her mouth tightly closed and accepted their hand clapping. She turned and deliberately walked to the starting time 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 kiss. Some spots of cum were still on his face from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the second man. The miss with her big smiling and empty mouth turned back to the gang, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her fingers daintily pushed the cum, from the mixture of sources, into the first man's mouth and grinned and massaged his cervix as he swallowed it. He licked his sassing and she swatted him lightly on the bottom before grabbing both the men by their hands, lifting them above their heads as high as she could into the air in a motion of triumph and marched off hand-in-hand, between them, never changing that beautiful grinning and skipping, glad gait.

The hearing was ecstatic, prime and coins littered the sawdust as the three performing artist left the ring, the dimples of the girl clearly seeable from the high reach of the seating. The light dimmed and workers cleared the tributes.

When the lights came back up, a chaise lounge was in the center of the ring, with an old, generously described as ‘ buxom ’, 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 stock for milk and eggs or some other terrestrial errand. The lady was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's movie, with a silk robe that had feathered dress around the sleeve and neck. She wore, perhaps, too very much constitution, but, all in all, was attractive. The only affair really distinguishing her visual aspect were the spectacular red patent of invention leather pump with a 5-inch heel she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the ma'am was dressed, looked like typical immature grandparents, like you'd see at church building, or at the ballpark, or even at the food market 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 metrical foot just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her sizable bosom and produced and sail through filing cabinet and started filing her nails, examining her study every match of instant. The aspect carefully set, she asked, in a aloud voice,"fountainhead, what do you want ?"

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

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

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your knee joint and start with the shoes, bat them, make certain they are sporty, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, tell me."

He got on his knee with her feet in movement of his case and reached toward her, and her interpreter was adamant,"No hands, if you can't control yourself, you'll have to wear these,"and she produced a pair of handcuffs and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the fountainhead of the chaise lounge turned around with his paw behind him, and she closed his articulatio radiocarpea in the cuff and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a Chain around her neck. She returned it between her bosom, and said,"Now, you may strip my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his knee joint and began methodically licking her shoes, the summit, the soh, the heels, which he put down his throat and suck 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 Lapp way so that the audience could agree they were cleaned.

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

With some unmistakable difficulty, he got the skid mostly off, by wedging his natural language between the skid and her arch and running it behind her heel, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the boundary in his lip, holding it by his lips and slipped it off and turned to the shoe to the side. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a flame engine red, with lacquer that made them glow in the visible light as she wiggled her toes and turned her foot from side of meat to side for the audience to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the bakshis of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her foot, 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 fill out, the man repeated the action mechanism on the left, as the lady studiously ignored him, until, after a suitable dramatic interlude, he was finished. He stood up.

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

‘ Yes,"he said.

"wellspring, I'm sure the audience enjoyed the show,"and, on perfect cue, applause, shouting, whistling and other speech sound of approval filled the room.

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

The chaise sofa stayed in the annulus as the next act began. A man, slightly short than his companion who was in bounder, 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 wearing apparel hangers on it and placed it on the stage, at the school principal of the sofa, as the span waved to the crowd and took their bows.

After the stage was set, the couple moved to the rack, hung the bag on a claw, and started undressing the woman, the man holding the wearing apparel as she removed them and carefully flow them on the hangers on the stand. Her blouse, her chick, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pinko supporter belt ammunition with garden pink seamed stockings and matching garden pink laced panties and bra, which seemed to hide a rather flat thorax. She then turned to the gentleman and took his coat, and pants, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoes, windsock, held up with garters, and packer shorts and singlet with definite mounds in the front.

She then took off the panties, holding on to the man's shoulder as she lifted her legs one at a time, bent over. When the step-in were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise couch, and, finally, the char stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the first-class honours degree clip clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'grow. ‘ Her'chest was completely savorless. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to help him. Using both helping hand, ‘ she'pulled the undershirt over his head to reveal two business firm bosom. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'boxershorts and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumbs. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'head, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic hair expertly trimmed. When the boxers were neatly folded and both sets of underwear placed under the pillow on the chaise longue waiting room, the ‘ woman'was swept in the ‘ man's'weapon 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, script on hips, still leering, with a nine inch penis extended, out of all proportion, in social movement of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a nursing bottle of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ girl'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ phallus ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'oeuvre after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the oral sex of the chaise lounge, bent-grass over the vauntingly 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 insert the ‘ penis'into ‘ her'cakehole. ‘ Her'gasp, and finally cries, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to lose patience and shoved in a pair of inches with a heave. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too rich, you can't be too fragile, and, mollycoddle it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a little further this fourth dimension. ‘ Her'scream was not as loud, more than 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 truehearted thrusts, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the speech rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became regular until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in time to ‘ his'thrusts. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'head word in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, harder ”, and the musical rhythm picked up even more speed, until the pounding became savage, as ‘ he'crouch ‘ his'knees for maximum leverage, and the slapping speech sound filled the anteroom and the interview started clapping in fourth dimension. A few mo of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's flavour so good inside me"and ‘ her'legs 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'boldness."Do you like getting fucked, skilful, Baby, do you ?"But ‘ her'only answer was the squeals in time to ‘ his'stab. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'pelvis, waved it at the gang while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the border of the lounge. stage technician came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'stomach with a slight smile on ‘ her'face, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the ring while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hip joint waving ‘ his penis'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that vast grin.

Once again the luminosity dimmed. The show waited while the deafening applause died down and the sparkle, once again, went completely down. A spotlight came on and a fragile charwoman, with copious titty stood, bare, in the center of the stage. A trapeze hung down a couple of fundament above her, and, from it, advert carpus cuffs suspended on a chain.

"nip and tuck up your limb to the bond, cunt,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear-cut voice, and the whip cracked. The char lifted her arms above her mind, toward the shackles, but they were too high. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of reach. The trapeze lowered until the hamper were at her wrists.

A blond woman, hair in a stern bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh richly boot, and with a spectacular soundbox, entered. She walked up to the naked woman and snapped the shackles on her wrists and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the finespun woman barely touched the ground, and, still, from sentence to time she swung, grabbing for the ground again with her toes. The superlative was such that she always just barely failed to recover a stable base. The blond left and came back rolling an open cabinet which contained all kind of whips, crops, canes, gags, time, and other torment devices.

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

"Yes,"her voice was delicate but clear and carried well.

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

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

The blonde sneered and selected a chunk with a abruptly dildo and a shoulder strap, a classic sadomasochistic device, a testicle gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked womanhood's back talk and tightened the strap behind her head. The dupe rolled her oculus toward the blonde who went back to the cabinet. She selected two heavy clips with tooth, showed them to the crowd, clipping them open and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the mamilla of the set aside girl. The young lady grunted and swung and desperately tried to regain ground as her chest heaved. The blonde twisted the clamp, fiddled with them, tweaked them as fille jumped and grunted and snag started rolling down her cheek. With a final tweak, which set the young woman vacillation, the blond went back to the locker and tested the tractability and strength of various of the whip before selecting a riding crop, of the type carried by riders of show cavalry or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the fright girl and went, out of the victim's sight, behind her as the dupe swung. She timed her first blow perfectly, as the delicate lady friend with the ample breasts swung back toward the blonde at the nearest point. The auditory sensation of the slash on the delicate girl's buttocks was crisp and trashy. The victim danced, her toes caught the ground and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled scream cut through the air. The blond stood back and admired the red welt rising on the ass of the victim. She swung back the crop and hit the miss again, in perfect metre, and the dance was livelier, the scream still muffled but more frantic, and the blonde started whipping the appealing butt in nominal head of her, regularly, in a rhythm the shackled girl soon matched, raising her hind end toward the blow in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging girl and grabbed her tits from behind and gave a vicious twirl to the nipple clamp. Red wale covered her backside and the blonde reached down and gave a slap, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you want More ?"

The crying woman nodded her head up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the cabinet and selected a retentive bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the little girl. The stroke landed with a fury, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the audience chimed in, counting each coke as the victim cried and danced. The blonde stopped, lifted the cane above her headway and, with the crew shouting,"Do it, do it,"let fly a substantial blow which sent the fille swinging on the trapeze like a tether chunk 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 finespun girl. At last the blonde bowed to the gang, replaced the cane in the console, took off the ball gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the sobs and screaming of the victim, twisted first one clamp and replaced it in the cabinet, then the other. The blonde reached up and released the wrists and the finespun woman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the boots of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her shit remained audible over the intact auditorium, until stage technician came with a cart and removed her, clutching for the legs of the blonde striding beside her, ignoring her.

The gang applauded vigorously and shouted for more.

The maîtresse silenced them with a stare."It is custom to end our show with a amateur military volunteer, someone who, having seen the show previously, wishes to be a portion of this show. Tonight, as always, we have our amateur volunteer ”, and she smiled and waved her mitt coaxing the volunteer into the doughnut. 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 weapon to the crowd and encouraged their applause.

"wellspring, Henry, you have volunteered to nurse your neighbors and protagonist ?"

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

"commodity. And you have passed the medical examination ?"

"Yes."

"trade good,"she smiled.

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

"Yes."He took off his pants, which showed he wasn't wearing underwear, and his shirt and some slip-on shoes, until he stood, naked, in forepart of the crew. He looked very average, except for a pink plastic cage, a virtue device, covering his member.

"goodness, Henry, now we are going to do some ignition tricks to add drama and other stage force as we introduce our other characters and begin, are you ready ?"

"Yes."

She waved her party whip in the air and, from the Same direction Henry came, strode purposefully a rather plain looking cleaning lady with a sneer on her face.

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

"And finish, but definitely not to the lowest degree, Big blackamoor Cock !"

The gasp from the audience was audible and then the hand clapping began again as into the gang strode a six and a half fundament magniloquent inkiness man, 250 pounds, with a ten-inch erect penis. His snowy teeth creased his grimace in a big smile as he raised his arms above his head and turned in a circle so the total crowd could see him, and his superbia and joy. Hot wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Black Cock. Patrick Henry's centre got big and he dropped his hands to wrap up his cock, and slightly bent his genu as if to report his inadequacy, evident to him as well as the entire audience.

Big Black Cock finished turning, spied Hot Wife, returned her leer. At a glance he dismissed Henry and walked toward Hot married woman, who greeted him with an embracement. 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 breaking wind from her. He grabbed her mortise joint and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot wife, slowly at first, but with with child tempo, more mightily thrusts, as they continued, rutting in the circus ring. Hot wife grunted in unison with the driving force. After a couple of instant, Hot Wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the powerful stab with to a greater extent purpose, using her legs to increase the leverage to manifold the strength behind her thrusts and continuing her sidesplitter. Within another minute, Big pitch blackness Cock gave out a mighty bellow and climaxed with one last slam and a rotation of his ass, with his massive dick buried in Hot Wife.

Big Joseph Black Cock then rose, grabbing Hot Wife's ankles and lifting her rear into the air, before, rather gently, returning her feet to the ground. 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 grimace into her vagina and with a laughter, said, with a sultry, uneven, voice,"clean and jerk it !"Henry paused a consequence in the air, just millimetre from her vagina, as if he might be considering the Order, before Hot wife's pulling on his capitulum buried his side in it. The audio of his lapping could be heard in the for the first time run-in of the seats as he continued, to Hot married woman's direction,"Lick it skilful, puzzle out it deep, figure out it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Black putz stood to the incline, his arms folded on his chest of drawers as Henry licked. After a small clock 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, Henry still at her vagina, and began playing with Big total darkness Cock, running her hand up and down the shaft, caressing the head until it stood, once again, in all its resplendence. She held it at the base with both hired hand and bent her foreland to it. She could not take the integral thing in her lip, but she could, and did, travel her back talk over the head of it, running her natural language around it, making love to it. She suddenly grabbed Joseph Henry by his hair and directed his face, covered with all the juices from her vagina and late pounding, and said, in a clear, distinguishable voice which carried to the astuteness of the theater,"poke his chunk, lick the shaft, for God's interest, I can't take his entire cock in my oral fissure, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

henry lacked either the strength or will, or both, to defy her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge penis and began licking Big Black Cock's egg, putting them in his mouth, sucking on them, moving his mouth and tongue around the shaft until he was almost touching Hot married woman's lips, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big Black shaft. The phone of Henry and Hot Wife's oral exertions could be distinctly heard throughout the elbow room. Big Negroid Cock closed his middle and came with an extravasation that Hot wife couldn't control. Cum ran out of her sassing down the side of her brass. She smiled and put her hand on the side of meat of Henry's face and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouths until his case was completely covered with the up-to-the-minute interjection, and his kisses cleaned Hot Wife's face.

Big Black putz chuckled, got up, helped Hot Wife to her feet and they started out of the ring, in the charge William Henry and Hot married woman had first base come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and derive on, we've got a literal dick to suck,"and laughed gaily, as they left Henry frantically gathering his trouser and shirt and shoes before running after them, out of the ring.

Patrick Henry's exit was the cue for the tintinnabulation Light Within to all be turned on, a frenzy of spotlights circled as wild music played and the gang showed their grasp for the show with thunderous clapping and shouting.

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

And the ring lights went down and the spark in the stall went up as the spent crowd 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