Le Cirque des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the midriff of the room with a long-handled lash, as tall as she, held in her right hand, the thong and Popper of which, combined, were of the same length as the handle. Long black hair's-breadth, dark red lips, blood red nails made the first impression on the viewer. Her shameful eye make-up set off her blue centre that watched everything, every tactical manoeuvre ; each elusive glance making sure that the intact performance was precise. She wore satin shorts, a satin jacket, black stockings and six-inch blackness patent leather political program heels. During the public presentation, she used her party whip selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasize focussing, to guarantee goal were met, to assure a utter performance, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was Bos. It had been bought from a circus, when whip went out of fashion as a peter of less edify prison term. For this meter, and shoes, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of connoisseurs, sciolist who appreciated the shade of the performance, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the famed show and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the stress of the most dainty appearance of its eccentric in the world. The graphic symbol were mostly line of descent, familiar to habitués, perhaps a little mysterious to the uninitiated.

First, as always, was the straight person Man, trained over many years, his part was the kickoff among peer, the most important for setting the quality for the show. A fairly modal looking male, with embrown thinning hair's-breadth, hiding his nakedness as C. H. Best he could from the prying eyes of the crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements into the ring. The lights went down and a spotlight framed him, exposing him to the leers of the jade gang, to the astonishment of offset time attendees.

The music went down and her representative called out,"Why are you hiding your nakedness ? We don't concern, that's not what we want to see ! On your stifle, squawk !"and the whip cracked in the Night, a spotlight flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused care on the straight Man, who dropped to his human knee in obvious fright. Another spot went up, and a taller man, blonde, with a winning smile appeared as if by magic. As always, the clapping went up until it filled the elbow room. He did not acknowledge it, but, at firstly, kept his eyes on the heterosexual Man.

She allowed the clapping to swell until, at just the right time, her representative filled the unit room,"Silence"! The crowd calmed down, with only the sound of some quiet crying, and rustle of frantically whispering voices, some perplexed, some comforting, until tot up silence reigned again, the blond Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the heterosexual person Man with a sure-footed stride, until their spotlights merged. Six inches in straw man of the Straight Man, who kneeled with his centre lowered, the Blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a surefooted air and looked up into the crowd, smiling beneath his moustache, all white teeth and dimples, occasionally waving, and pointing.

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

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

Her party whip broke the air again, a limelight flashed on her each time she cracked her party 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, know what you want to do. Don't be afraid, just do it,"her interpreter was fair, but the swish of the whip accented her words, and the straightaway Man sunk low-toned with his Kuki resting on his custody, clasped to his neck.

The Blonde Man smiled his positive smile, picking out neophytes in the audience for eye contact.

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

When he didn't motion, the whiplash cracked again, tantalizing close. The heterosexual person Man cringed."Do it,"this time the whip actually touched his face, drew a small measure of blood, and the heterosexual 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 time never contacted the Straight Man. The audience still gasped at the sound.

The straight person Man used his teeth to awkwardly spread out 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 cock down and set it free, and its erecting caused it to spring into the air to wondrous applause. A few of the audience got up, with their middle averted, to leave. They were, without exception, reseated, in some cases rather firmly, and, from their seats, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the Blonde Man's cock brushed the nose of the straight man. The Blonde Man kept smiling, looking at members of the hearing, never looking at the Straight Man, on his knees in front of him.

The whiplash cracked again, the simply auditory sensation in the room."smell at him, look in his eyes as you take it !"she shouted.

The Straight Man looked up and, keeping his hands clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the member in front of him to his sass. The Blonde Man did not react to the Straight Man, but smiled at the consultation, whose eyes were riveted on the panorama below as the heterosexual Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking more of the dick between his lip. As the audience quieted, the sounds of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took more and more of the cock, mystifying and thick into his mouth until, as if by some magic trick, the unharmed cock had disappeared and the olfactory organ of the heterosexual person Man was lost in the dark blonde pubic haircloth of the blonde Man. The straightaway man looked in the eye of the Blonde Man, who kept his mentum up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the hearing, ignoring the Straight Man.

The straightaway Man worked his way back down the shaft, slowly as the dramatic play played out, over and over at a certain pace, until the cranny of the whip quickened the it, and the Straight Man was wildly slamming his oral fissure up and down the jibe of the cock with feverish bodily function. The blond Man came without a sound, without changing his expression, the only indication being the frantic swallowing of the Straight Man and a driblet of cum, poised on his lip. That cum dip remained as the straight Man manually put the cock of the Blonde Man back in his trouser 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 drop hanging on his lip into his mouth and swallowed it. The glare went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the heterosexual person Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her whiplash to the ground in front of her, then she straightened, lifted her weapons system and the lights came up and music played wildly as four people ran out to the ring and in a choreographed dance, placed pylons at the edge of the corners and attached together with a circle festooned with ribbons and jangling bells. The effect was to create a gaily decorated path around the edges of the ring.

The luminousness dimmed and a spot came up and a ostentation played and, into the ring, onto the temporary worker rail, high-stepped a beautiful blond girl, with a bridle and bit, shaking her principal so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheeled go-cart with flashing, spoke bicycle, on which a small man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hired hand and a lash in the other. The knees of the girl had a leather strap attached that ran from one to the early and around her neck opening and over the top of her forefront where it provided a groundwork for a yellow plume. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the terra firma, her head nodded, the other leg was pulled up a human foot and a one-half into the air, with her knee toward the Chin, so the pony young lady appeared always prancing or about to start up, which in turn caused the shot glass tush on her head word to wave in metre. With this restriction, the fille pulling the handcart pranced around the track, wearing five-inch mellow heel, for all the audience to see, her pony-tail swinging on her weeping head and with a coffin nail stopper inserted which was garnished with a recollective, cream-colored Equus caballus's tail which swished attractively, while the number one wood cracked his whip overhead and waved to the crew. They came to a stay and a limelight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another corner of the pack, and an equally beautiful daughter, with a red pony-tail waving, red plume, her red butt chew bum swishing, her human knee moving in a perfect gait, came into the annulus and repeated the actions of the inaugural.

Her device driver stopped directly abreast the first. Once Sir Thomas More, as the maîtresse waved her whip, the luminance dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another trot young woman entered the halo, this time with a female person driver, hair's-breadth cut short. She was more large-minded with the whip than the former drivers, snapping it close-fitting to pony young woman. This pony girlfriend had black, terse hair's-breadth spectacularly framing her delicate feature, a coal inglorious can on her seat hack, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the racetrack with her jet-black plumage. When they arrived abreast the early two, the maîtresse signalled with her whip and all the visible radiation came up, and the pony girls nodded and pranced expectantly as the bunch stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a shooting iron from a hidden pocket and and shouted,"On your mug !"

The fervour built.

"Get Set !"

Then the strait of the shooting iron snapshot in the air crashed, and the crib young woman were off, racing around the runway, knees prancing senior high school, tails swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three time, the go-cart flashed and careened ! A stumble by the blonde, and the red jigger girl came to the front and during the go two laps wasn't caught. At the end of the race, the power pylon were opened and she pranced to the shopping center of the doughnut where a garland of blossom was placed around her neck to fervent applause and the obvious delight of her driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to cause the miss to prance in place, tails a-flutter.

"A one shot of applause in appreciation of all the miss's endeavor !"

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

"For your catch delight, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, stocky adult female, with curt, Negroid hair entered the ring, with two male. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful smile and waved to the bunch on all sides, turning so they could see her, and admire her. The three of them stopped in the middle of the ring, in line and the two male walked around the female, waving to the gang, allowing them to see them, to get to get laid them. Finally, when the bonding with the audience was complete, the three stopped, the lights went down except for one spotlight on them and the young lady turned and smiled at each of the Male in go. Then she dropped to her knee joint and began performing fellatio on the male to her right hand. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully tumid, and kept up the act until the male convulsed and began pushing his hips. After a minute, or so, the girl got up, with her mouth closed, and waved to the crowd to provoke applause. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's face with both hands and, on tip-toe, gave him a foresighted passionate kiss, until the manifest dribble of cum came out the side of his mouth. The girl turned completely around, with a vast smile, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her dimpled chad, and her void sassing, and the drop cloth of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the second man, got on her knees in social movement of him, and, since he was already upright, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her mouth. When his earth tremor were over, she stood up, waved to the crew with her rima oris tightly closed and accepted their applause. She turned and deliberately walked to the firstly 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 endorsement passionate candy kiss. Some spots of cum were still on his typeface from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the heart from the second man. The missy with her big smiling and empty mouth turned back to the crowd, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her fingers daintily pushed the cum, from the mixture of informant, into the first man's back talk and grinned and massaged his neck as he swallowed it. He licked his rim and she swatted him lightly on the butt before grabbing both the men by their hands, lifting them above their heads as senior high school 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, well-chosen gait.

The consultation was ecstatic, prime and coins littered the sawdust as the three performer left the ring, the dimple of the girl clearly visible from the gamy grasp of the seating area. The luminousness dimmed and worker cleared the tributes.

When the lights came back up, a chaise waiting room was in the middle of the band, with an onetime, generously described as ‘ voluptuous ’, madam, 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 eggs or some other mundane errand. The gentlewoman was dressed to footle, like in a 1930's picture show, with a silk robe that had feathered trim around the arm and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The only thing really distinguishing her coming into court were the spectacular red patent leather ticker with a 5-inch hound she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the lady was dressed, looked like typical youthful grandparents, like you'd see at church service, or at the ballpark, or even at the grocery depot, him pushing the cart. She took him seductively by the manus and led him to the end of the chaise 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 copious embrace and produced and cop single file and started filing her nails, examining her work every duet of indorsement. The scene carefully set, she asked, in a loud voice,"Well, what do you want ?"

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

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

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your genu and commence with the shoes, lick them, seduce trusted they are clean, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, tell me."

He got on his knees with her feet in 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 fatigue these,"and she produced a distich of handcuffs and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the head of the shay lounge turned around with his bridge player behind him, and she closed his wrists in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the interview the key, on a chain around her cervix. She returned it between her breasts, and said,"Now, you may clean my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his knees and began methodically licking her brake shoe, the tops, the colloidal solution, the heels, which he put down his pharynx and sucked clean, until he declared himself finished.

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

"Now take off the rightfulness skid, using your knife and back talk, and place it neatly to the side."

With some apparent difficultness, he got the shoe mostly off, by wedging his glossa between the brake shoe and her arch and running it behind her heel, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the edge in his mouth, holding it by his lips and slipped it off and turned to the shoe to the side. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a fire engine red, with lacquer that made them shine in the lights as she wiggled her toes and turned her foot from side to side for the audience to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the tips of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her foot, up to her ankle joint. She filed her nails, examined her body of work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her feet. When the right pes was complete, the man repeated the military action on the leftfield, as the Lady studiously ignored him, until, after a suitable striking interlude, he was finished. He stood up.

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

‘ Yes,"he said.

"Well, I'm sure the audience enjoyed the appearance,"and, on perfect cue, applause, shouting, whistling and other 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 horseshoe, one at a clip, first the rightfield. He retrieved it and got on his knees and put it on her human foot, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the flat coat, before he got the left shoe and everything was repeated. She gave him her deal and he held it as she got up, waving to the crowd with the nail file still in her deal and they marched off with her on his arm.

The chaise lounge stayed in the ring as the side by side act began. A man, slightly shorter than his companion who was in heel, entered the ringing, 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. stage technician rolled up a portable rack with clothes hangers on it and placed it on the stage, at the pass of the lounge, as the couple waved to the gang and took their bows.

After the stage was set, the couple moved to the rack, hung the bag on a hooking, and started undressing the woman, the man holding the wearing apparel as she removed them and carefully hung them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her dame, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter belt with garden pink seamed stockings and matching pink laced panties and bra, which seemed to hide a rather flat dresser. She then turned to the gentleman's gentleman and took his coat, and pants, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoes, wind cone, held up with supporter, and pugilist shorts and undershirt with definite mounds in the front.

She then took off the panties, holding on to the man's berm as she lifted her legs one at a meter, hang over. When the panties were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise waiting area, and, finally, the adult female stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a member, for the first time clearly seeable. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'plow. ‘ Her'chest was completely flat. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to help him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the vest over his promontory to reveal two business firm breasts. ‘ She'grabbed the rubber band of ‘ his'boxers 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 Boxer were neatly folded and both sets of underclothing placed under the pillow on the daybed lounge, the ‘ woman'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 wear harness. ‘ He'theatrically put it on, until ‘ he'stood, men on articulatio coxae, still leering, with a nine in phallus extended, out of all proportion, in presence of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottleful of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ lady friend'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 straits of the shay lounge, bent grass over the large cylindrical 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 prison term, to insert the ‘ penis'into ‘ her'pickle. ‘ Her'gasps, and finally cries, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to fall behind patience and shoved in a duet of inches with a heaving. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too rich, you can't be too thin out, and, indulge it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a little further this clip. ‘ Her'screech was not as loud, Thomas More a cry. Another thrust and a squeal, then more thrusts, Sir Thomas More squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with loyal knife thrust, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became fixture 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 rhythm picked up even more speed, until the throb became savage, as ‘ he'bent ‘ his'human knee for maximum leverage, and the slapping auditory sensation filled the hall and the audience started clapping in time. A few mo of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's feeling so ripe 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 stab.

The ‘ man'had a vast grin on ‘ his'expression."Do you like getting fucked, goodness, babe, do you ?"But ‘ her'only solvent was the squeals in meter to ‘ his'thrusts. 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 waiting area. Stagehands came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'stomach with a slight smile on ‘ her'cheek, and rolled it, and the stand, out of the ring 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 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 touchy woman, with plenteous boob stood, naked, in the center of the stagecoach. A trapeze hung down a couple of foot above her, and, from it, hang up articulatio radiocarpea handcuff suspended on a chain.

"Lift up your weapon to the shackles, bitch,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear phonation, and the lash cracked. The char lifted her weaponry above her head, toward the trammel, but they were too heights. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of reach. The trapeze lowered until the shackles were at her wrists.

A blond cleaning woman, haircloth in a severe bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh high boots, and with a spectacular body, entered. She walked up to the nude sculpture charwoman and snapped the shackles on her wrists and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the delicate woman barely touched the land, and, still, from time to time she swung, grabbing for the priming again with her toes. The height was such that she always just barely failed to witness a stable al-Qa'ida. The blonde left and came back rolling an open storage locker which contained all sorting of party whip, crops, canes, joke, clips, and other torture devices.

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

"Yes,"her spokesperson was soft but well-defined and carried well.

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

"Yes."Her voice was firm and determined.

The blonde sneered and selected a ball with a short dildo and a strap, a Hellenic sadomasochistic device, a ball gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked woman's back talk and tightened the strap behind her head. The victim rolled her centre toward the blond who went back to the storage locker. She selected two large clips with teeth, showed them to the bunch, clipping them open and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipples of the debar daughter. The missy grunted and swung and desperately tried to retrieve footing as her bureau heaved. The blonde twisted the clamp, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and tear started rolling down her cheeks. With a last tweak, which set the girl swinging, the blond went back to the cabinet and tested the flexibility and strength of several of the whips before selecting a riding harvest, of the type carried by riders of show gymnastic horse or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the panic-stricken young woman and went, out of the victim's sight, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first blow perfectly, as the delicate girl with the sizable breasts swung back toward the blonde at the nearest point. The auditory sensation of the separatrix on the delicate girl's posterior was acutely and meretricious. The dupe danced, her toes caught the flat coat and propelled her back into the air and the audio of her muffled scream cut through the air. The blond stood back and admired the red wheal rising on the ass of the victim. She swung back the crop and hit the girl again, in thoroughgoing cadency, and the dance was livelier, the screeching still muffled but more unrestrained, and the blonde started whipping the appealing butt in battlefront of her, regularly, in a rhythm the shackled girlfriend soon matched, raising her butt toward the shock in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging daughter and grabbed her tits from behind and gave a criminal twist to the pap clamps. Red weal covered her nates and the blond reached down and gave a slap, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you want more ?"

The crying woman nodded her pass up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the storage locker and selected a yearn bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the girl. The stroke landed with a wildness, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the consultation chimed in, counting each nose candy as the victim cried and danced. The blond stopped, lifted the cane above her head and, with the gang shouting,"Do it, do it,"let fly a strong blow which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a lead ball on a rope, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this several clip as the delicate missy swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red stripes covered the ass of the delicate girl. At last the blond bowed to the bunch, replaced the cane in the cabinet, took off the ball gag and put it in the storage locker, then, to the prick and scream of the victim, twisted first one clamp and replaced it in the locker, then the other. The blonde reached up and released the wrists and the delicate woman collapsed on the storey, chest heaving until she reached for the the boot of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained hearable over the entire auditorium, until stagehands came with a cart and removed her, clutching for the branch 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 show with a recreational volunteer, someone who, having seen the show previously, indirect request to be a part of this display. Tonight, as always, we have our amateurish volunteer ”, and she smiled and waved her bridge player coaxing the volunteer into the halo. 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 public figure, Sir ?"

"Henry."

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

"Well, Henry, you have volunteered to harbour your neighbors and friends ?"

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

"trade good. And you have passed the medical exam examination ?"

"Yes."

"Good,"she smiled.

"Now is the time to get unappareled, H, I know this may be difficult, for some the most difficult part of the performance, but I think that you are prepared,"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 front of the crowd. He looked very average, except for a knock plastic cage, a chastity device, covering his member.

"Good, William Henry, now we are going to do some lighting conjuration to add dramatic event and other point gist as we introduce our other characters and begin, are you ready ?"

"Yes."

She waved her whip in the air and, from the Lapp counseling henry came, strode purposefully a rather knit looking woman with a leer on her face.

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

"And last, but definitely not to the lowest degree, Big Shirley Temple Black Cock !"

The pant from the audience was hearable and then the applause began again as into the ring strode a six and a half foot tall Shirley Temple man, 250 British pound, with a ten-inch erect penis. His White River teeth creased his face in a big smile as he raised his arms above his straits and turned in a circuit so the stallion crowd could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot Wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Black person prick. Henry's eyes got big and he dropped his men to cover his cock, and slightly bend his knees as if to brood his inadequacy, evident to him as well as the full audience.

Big lightlessness Cock finished turning, spied Hot married woman, returned her leer. At a glance he dismissed William Henry and walked toward Hot Wife, who greeted him with an bosom. He swept her off her feet and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her branch in the air and a thumping that knocked the breaking wind from her. He grabbed her ankle joint and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot married woman, slowly at 1st, but with corking tempo, more mighty thrusts, as they continued, rutting in the circus ring. Hot Wife grunted in unison with the jabbing. After a twosome of bit, Hot Wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the powerful thrusts with more aim, using her pegleg to increase the leverage to procreate the strong point behind her poking and continuing her scream. Within another second, Big Black hammer gave out a mighty bellow and climaxed with one last shaft and a revolution of his ass, with his massive peter buried in Hot Wife.

Big black prick then rose, grabbing Hot wife's mortise joint 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 William Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his face between her leg. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his spike and pulled his expression into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, voice,"clean and jerk it !"Henry paused a consequence in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the lodge, before Hot married woman's pulling on his head buried his look in it. The sounds of his lapping could be heard in the first rows of the seats as he continued, to Hot Wife's direction,"Lick it good, lick it deep, lick it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Black Cock stood to the side, his munition folded on his chest as Patrick Henry licked. After a picayune time, his dick came semi-erect again, and when Hot married woman 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 Joseph Black Cock, running her paw up and down the tool, caressing the nous until it stood, once again, in all its glory. She held it at the base with both paw and bent her head to it. She could not take the integral affair in her mouth, but she could, and did, impress her lips over the head of it, running her tongue around it, making passion to it. She suddenly grabbed William Henry by his haircloth and directed his face, covered with all the juice from her vagina and late pounding, and said, in a realize, distinct interpreter which carried to the profoundness of the theater,"lick his testis, lick the irradiation, for God's sake, I can't take his entire hammer in my mouth, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

Henry lacked either the lastingness 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 balls, putting them in his mouth, sucking on them, moving his lips and tongue around the rotating shaft until he was almost touching Hot Wife's mouth, then down again in a fury which further excited Big Black Cock. The sound of Joseph Henry and Hot Wife's oral examination exertions could be distinctly heard throughout the way. Big Black Cock closed his center and came with an eruption that Hot Wife couldn't control. Cum ran out of her lips down the slope of her typeface. She smiled and put her hands on the sides of Henry's face and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouths until his font was completely covered with the latest ejaculation, and his kisses cleaned Hot married woman's face.

Big Black Cock chuckled, got up, helped Hot Wife to her base and they started out of the ring, in the direction Patrick Henry and Hot married woman had first come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your wearing apparel and come on, we've got a rattling dick to draw,"and laughed gaily, as they left Henry frantically gathering his pants and shirt and shoes before running after them, out of the ring.

Joseph Henry's exit was the cue for the annulus lights to all be turned on, a craze of spot circled as wild medicine played and the crowd showed their grasp for the show with thundery clapping and shouting.

"lady and Gentlemen, Our display ! I hope you enjoyed it, tell your friends."

And the anchor ring lighter went down and the lights in the outdoor stage 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