Le cirque des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the room with a long-handled whiplash, as tall as she, held in her decent hand, the thong and Popper of which, combined, were of the same length as the handle. long black hairsbreadth, dark red lips, line red nails made the first impression on the viewer. Her mordant eye make-up set off her naughty eyes that watched everything, every play ; each subtle glance making sure that the total carrying out was exact. She wore satin trunks, a satin jacket, nigrify stockings and six-inch disgraceful patent leather program heels. During the performance, she used her whip selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasize commission, to assure destination were met, to secure a stark performance, and, truth be told, to reenforce who was political boss. It had been bought from a carnival, when whiplash went out of way as a tool of to a lesser extent enlightened times. For this time, and place, it was perfect.

The consultation was made up of cognoscente, dilettantes who appreciated the nuance of the functioning, 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 savour the emotion, the latent hostility of the most dainty show of its type in the world. The part were mostly blood line, familiar to habitués, perhaps a little mysterious to the uninitiated.

offset, as always, was the Straight Man, trained over many years, his constituent was the showtime among compeer, the most authoritative for setting the tone for the show. A fairly median looking male person, with brown thinning hair, hiding his nakedness as best he could from the prying eyes of the crew, stumbled with well-rehearsed drive into the halo. The lights went down and a spotlight framed him, exposing him to the leers of the jaded crowd, to the astonishment of commencement time attendees.

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

She allowed the applause to swell until, at just the right clip, her voice filled the wholly way,"Silence"! The gang calmed down, with only the sound of some quiet outcry, and rustle of frantically whispering representative, some perplexed, some comforting, until total muteness reigned again, the Blonde Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the Straight Man with a positive stride, until their limelight merged. Six inches in front of the Straight Man, who kneeled with his eyes lowered, the blond Haired Man stopped and waited, with a confident air and looked up into the gang, smiling beneath his mustache, all white dentition and dimple, occasionally waving, and pointing.

"heterosexual person Man, do you make love why you are here ?"

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

Her whip broke the air again, a spotlight 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, know what you want to do. Don't be afraid, just do it,"her phonation was fairish, but the swish of the whip accented her dustup, and the Straight Man sunk lower with his chin resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

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

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

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

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

The Straight Man used his teeth to awkwardly unfold the fly of the Blonde Man. When it was unfold, he flicked his clapper inside and wrapped it around a strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it free, and its erection caused it to resile into the air to fantastic hand clapping. A few of the audience got up, with their eyes averted, to bequeath. They were, without exception, reseated, in some example 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 extremity of the consultation, never looking at the straight Man, on his knee in front of him.

The whip cracked again, the simply strait in the room."facial expression 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 lips. The Blonde Man did not react to the heterosexual person Man, but smiled at the audience, whose eyes were riveted on the panorama below as the Straight Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking to a greater extent of the peter between his lips. As the audience quieted, the sounds of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took more and more of the cock, deeper and thick into his mouth until, as if by some magic antic, the unit cock had disappeared and the nose of the Straight Man was lost in the wickedness blonde pubic hair of the Blonde Man. The directly man looked in the eyes of the Blonde Man, who kept his chin up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the interview, ignoring the Straight Man.

The Straight Man worked his way back down the putz, slowly as the dramatic event played out, over and over at a certain pace, until the snap of the whip quickened the it, and the Straight Man was wildly slamming his oral cavity up and down the putz of the dick with feverish body process. The Blonde Man came without a sound, without changing his expression, the but indication being the excited swallowing of the Straight Man and a cliff 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 consultation and stepped out of the limelight into the dark. The Straight Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the bead hanging on his lip into his mouth and swallowed it. The spotlight went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the straightaway Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her whiplash to the ground in front of her, then she straightened, lifted her arms and the lights came up and euphony played wildly as four hoi polloi ran out to the ring and in a choreographed dance, placed power pylon at the edge of the corner and attached together with a rope festooned with ribbons and jangling campana. The effect was to create a gaily decorated course around the sharpness of the ring.

The visible light dimmed and a glare came up and a fanfare played and, into the annulus, onto the temporary track, high-stepped a beautiful blonde girl, with a bridle and bit, shaking her head 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 handwriting and a party whip in the other. The knees of the young woman had a leather strap attached that ran from one to the other and around her neck and over the top of her headway where it provided a base for a yellow feather. It was of such a distance that, when one leg was on the ground, her promontory nodded, the former leg was pulled up a foot and a one-half into the air, with her knee toward the Kuki, so the trot lady friend appeared always prancing or about to bug out, which in turn caused the trot buns on her nous to brandish in fourth dimension. With this restriction, the girlfriend pulling the go-cart pranced around the cartroad, wearing five-inch eminent blackguard, for all the audience to see, her pony-tail swinging on her cernuous chief and with a cigarette fireplug inserted which was garnished with a retentive, cream-colored horse cavalry's tail which swished attractively, while the number one wood cracked his whip overhead and waved to the crowd. They came to a halt and a spotlight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another corner of the ring, and an equally beautiful girlfriend, with a red pony-tail waving, red plume, her red hind end plug tail swishing, her knees moving in a perfect gait, came into the gang and repeated the actions of the get-go.

Her driver stopped directly abreast the for the first time. Once more than, as the maîtresse waved her whip, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony young lady entered the anchor ring, this meter with a female number one wood, hair's-breadth cut poor. She was more loose with the lash than the other drivers, snapping it closer to pony girl. This pony girl had Negroid, crisp hair spectacularly framing her delicate features, a coal black tail on her butt plug, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the cart track with her jet-black plume. When they arrived abreast the other two, the maîtresse signalled with her whip and all the light came up, and the trot girls nodded and pranced expectantly as the crowd stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a pistol from a hide out sac and and shouted,"On your mark !"

The excitement built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the pistol dead reckoning in the air crashed, and the shot glass girlfriend were off, racing around the track, knees prancing high, rear swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three times, the pushcart flashed and careened ! A stumble by the blonde, and the red pony girl came to the forepart and during the concluding two lick wasn't caught. At the end of the race, the pylon were opened and she pranced to the center of the ring where a garland of flower was placed around her neck to fervent applause and the obvious delight of her number one wood, who pulled back on her reins regularly to stimulate the girlfriend to swagger in seat, tails a-flutter.

"A turn of applause in appreciation of all the girl's cause !"

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

"For your consider pleasance, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, compact woman, with short, black hair entered the hoop, 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 pack, in line of merchandise and the two males walked around the female person, waving to the crowd, allowing them to see them, to get to screw them. Finally, when the soldering with the audience was complete, the three stopped, the igniter went down except for one glare on them and the girl turned and smiled at each of the male in turn. Then she dropped to her knee and began performing fellatio on the male person to her right. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully raise, and kept up the act until the male person convulsed and began pushing his rosehip. After a minute, or so, the miss got up, with her back talk closed, and waved to the crew to elicit applause. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the confrere's face with both work force and, on tip-toe, gave him a long passionate kiss, until the unmistakable drip of cum came out the side of his mouthpiece. The girl turned completely around, with a huge smile, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her dimple, 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 nominal head of him, and, since he was already rear, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her mouth. When his tremors were over, she stood up, waved to the crowd with her sass tightly closed and accepted their hand clapping. She turned and deliberately walked to the first man again, put her weapon around his neck and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his irregular passionate candy kiss. Some spotlight of cum were still on his facial expression from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the second man. The girl with her big smile and hollow mouth turned back to the crew, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her fingerbreadth daintily pushed the cum, from the mixture of reference, into the start man's mouth and grinned and massaged his neck opening as he swallowed it. He licked his lips and she swatted him lightly on the butt before grabbing both the men by their men, lifting them above their psyche as senior high school as she could into the air in a gesture of victory and marched off hand-in-hand, between them, never changing that beautiful smile and skipping, happy gait.

The audience was ecstatic, blossom and coins littered the sawdust as the three performers left the ring, the dimples of the lady friend clearly visible from the highest reaches of the seating. The light dimmed and workers cleared the tributes.

When the lighter came back up, a chaise sofa was in the center of the ringing, with an older, generously described as ‘ voluptuous ’, 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 entrepot for milk and egg or some other everyday errand. The dame was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's movie, with a silk robe that had feathered trim around the sleeve and neck. She wore, perhaps, too a great deal war paint, but, all in all, was attractive. The only when affair really distinguishing her appearance were the spectacular red patent leather pumps with a 5-inch heel she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the Lady was dressed, looked like typical young grandparents, like you'd see at church building, or at the ballpark, or even at the food market memory, him pushing the cart. She took him seductively by the hired man and led him to the end of the chaise waiting area, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her feet just over the sharpness, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her ample bosom and produced and nail data file and started filing her nails, examining her work every couplet of seconds. The picture carefully set, she asked, in a loud voice,"wellspring, what do you want ?"

He looked down at her from top to bottom, and, his eyes resting on her metrical foot, said,"I want to idolise your feet,"his voice was placidity, 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 knees and start with the shoes, lap up them, make for certain they are clean, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, assure me."

He got on his knees with her feet in front of his boldness and reached toward her, and her voice was intransigent,"No hands, if you can't control condition yourself, you'll have to wear these,"and she produced a pair of cuff 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 wrist joint in the manacle and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the hearing the key, on a string around her neck opening. She returned it between her chest, and said,"Now, you may make clean my shoes."

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

She pointed one toe in the air, turned the shoe this way and that, then inspected the former the same way so that the interview could correspond they were cleaned.

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

With some unmistakable difficulty, he got the shoe mostly off, by wedging his tongue between the brake shoe and her archway and running it behind her heel, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the bound in his oral cavity, holding it by his lip and slipped it off and turned to the brake shoe to the side. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a fervency engine red, with lacquer that made them shine in the Light as she wiggled her toes and turned her foot from English to side for the consultation 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 articulatio talocruralis. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her feet. When the redress foot was complete, the man repeated the activeness on the left, as the lady studiously ignored him, until, after a desirable dramatic intermezzo, he was finished. He stood up.

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

‘ Yes,"he said.

"wellspring, I'm sure the hearing enjoyed the appearance,"and, on unadulterated cue, applause, shouting, whistling and former speech sound of commendation 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 time, first the right. He retrieved it and got on his knees and put it on her animal foot, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the basis, before he got the left wing brake shoe and everything was repeated. She gave him her hand and he held it as she got up, waving to the crowd with the nail filing cabinet still in her paw and they marched off with her on his arm.

The daybed lounge stayed in the ring as the side by side act began. A man, slightly little than his fellow traveller who was in dog, entered the tintinnabulation, with the rather ordinary-looking fair sex 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 wheel with wearing apparel hangers on it and placed it on the stage, at the head of the lounge, as the yoke waved to the bunch and took their bows.

After the stage was set, the couple moved to the rack, hung the bag on a hook, and started undressing the woman, the man holding the wearing apparel as she removed them and carefully hang them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her bird, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter belt with pinko seamed stockings and matching garden pink laced panties and bra, which seemed to blot out a rather flatcar bureau. She then turned to the gentleman's gentleman and took his coat, and knickers, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoes, socks, held up with garters, and bagger shortstop and singlet with definite pitcher in the front.

She then took off the panty, holding on to the man's shoulder as she lifted her legs one at a time, bent over. When the pantie were off, they were folded neatly and put on the shay lounge, and, finally, the cleaning lady stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the first meter clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turned. ‘ Her'chest was completely prostrate. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to serve him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the undershirt over his forefront to discover two firm breasts. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'boxer and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumb. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'caput, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic whisker expertly trimmed. When the boxer were neatly folded and both sets of underclothes placed under the pillow on the chaise lounge, the ‘ woman'was swept in the ‘ man's'coat of arms 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 wear harness. ‘ He'theatrically put it on, until ‘ he'stood, hands on hips, still leering, with a nine inch penis extended, out of all dimension, in movement of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ girl'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ penis ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'employment after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the headland of the shay couch, bent over the heavy cylindrical pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the head of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

‘ He'began very gently, a fraction of an inch at a metre, to insert the ‘ member'into ‘ her'pickle. ‘ Her'pant, and finally cries, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to lose patience and shoved in a couple of column inch with a heave. ‘ 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 fourth dimension. ‘ Her'scream was not as loud, more a cry. Another thrust and a squeal, then more push, to a greater extent squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with firm drive, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became even until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in meter to ‘ his'thrusts. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'head in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, harder ”, and the calendar method of birth control picked up even more pep pill, until the throb became barbarian, as ‘ he'dead set ‘ his'knees for maximum leverage, and the slapping auditory sensation filled the hall and the interview started clapping in time. A few minutes of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's flavor so salutary inside me"and ‘ her'ramification collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held erect by the ‘ member ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his jabbing.

The ‘ man'had a Brobdingnagian smile on ‘ his'face."Do you like getting fucked, expert, baby, do you ?"But ‘ her'only answer 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 crew while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the edge of the couch. stagehand came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'stomach with a flimsy smile on ‘ her'human face, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the halo while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hips waving ‘ his penis'in the air, his workforce clasped together over his hear, and that huge grin.

Once again the Christ Within dimmed. The show waited while the deafening applause died down and the light, once again, went completely down. A spotlight came on and a delicate adult female, with sizable breasts stood, naked, in the kernel of the stage. A trapeze hung down a yoke of human foot above her, and, from it, attend carpus cuffs suspended on a chain.

"ski lift up your arms to the shackle, bitch,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear spokesperson, and the whiplash cracked. The woman lifted her coat of arms above her head, toward the shackles, but they were too senior high school. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of compass. The trapeze lowered until the shackles were at her wrists.

A blond woman, hair in a severe bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and second joint highschool boots, and with a salient body, entered. She walked up to the nude person cleaning lady and snapped the shackle on her wrist and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the ticklish woman barely touched the basis, and, still, from metre to clock time she swung, grabbing for the ground again with her toes. The acme was such that she always just barely failed to find a stable al-Qaida. The blonde left and came back rolling an open cabinet which contained all sorts of whips, craw, canes, gags, clips, and early torture devices.

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

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

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

"Yes."Her vocalism was firm and determined.

The blonde sneered and selected a clump with a scant dildo and a strap, a Greco-Roman sadomasochistic device, a ball gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked charwoman's rima oris and tightened the strap behind her head. The victim rolled her eye toward the blonde who went back to the cabinet. She selected two gravid clips with teeth, showed them to the gang, clipping them open and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipples of the suspend girl. The daughter grunted and swung and desperately tried to recover footing as her chest heaved. The blond twisted the clamp, fiddled with them, tweaked them as young woman jumped and grunted and weeping started rolling down her impertinence. With a final pinch, which set the lady friend swinging, the blonde went back to the console and tested the flexibility and strength of several of the whips before selecting a riding craw, of the type carried by rider of show gymnastic horse or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the scare girl and went, out of the victim's batch, behind her as the dupe swung. She timed her first blow perfectly, as the soft girl with the sizeable knocker swung back toward the blonde at the nearest point. The sound of the stroke on the frail girl's arse was sharp and loud. The victim danced, her toes caught the reason 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 girl again, in unadulterated cadence, and the saltation was livelier, the screeching still muffled but more excited, and the blonde started whipping the appealing butt in front of her, regularly, in a rhythm method of birth control the shackled lady friend soon matched, raising her stern toward the blast in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging girl and grabbed her knocker from behind and gave a vicious twist to the nipple clinch. Red welt covered her behind and the blond reached down and gave a slap, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you require more ?"

The crying woman nodded her head up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the storage locker and selected a long bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the daughter. The strokes landed with a fury, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the audience chimed in, counting each C as the victim cried and danced. The blond stopped, lifted the cane above her point and, with the crowd shouting,"Do it, do it,"let fly a strong blow which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a tether ball on a rope, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this several times as the delicate missy swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red stripes covered the ass of the frail fille. At live the blonde bowed to the crowd, replaced the cane in the console, took off the ball gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the sobs and screams of the dupe, twisted first one clinch and replaced it in the cabinet, then the former. The blonde reached up and released the wrists and the frail woman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the rush of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her cocksucker remained hearable over the stallion auditorium, until stagehand 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, soul who, having seen the show previously, wishes to be a component part of this display. Tonight, as always, we have our recreational volunteer ”, and she smiled and waved her hand coaxing the unpaid worker into the pack. 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 Joseph Henry,"and she waved her arms to the crowd and encouraged their applause.

"Well, H, you have volunteered to harbor your neighbors and friends ?"

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

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

"Yes."

"good,"she smiled.

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

"Yes."He took off his pants, which showed he wasn't wearing underclothes, and his shirt and some slip-on place, until he stood, raw, in front of the crowd. He looked very norm, except for a pink plastic John Milton Cage Jr., a sexual abstention device, covering his member.

"Good, Henry, now we are going to do some lighting whoremaster to add drama and early microscope stage burden as we introduce our other grapheme and lead off, are you ready ?"

"Yes."

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

"Ladies and man, Hot wife !"Mad hand clapping rang from all sides.

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

The pant from the audience was hearable and then the applause began again as into the ring strode a six and a one-half infantry tall black man, 250 pounds, with a ten-inch erect penis. His E. B. White dentition creased his typeface in a big smile as he raised his arms above his headland and turned in a roundabout so the intact crowd could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big inkiness Cock. Henry's center got big and he dropped his hand to treat his cock, and slightly flex his knees as if to continue his deficiency, patent to him as well as the intact audience.

Big blackness Cock finished turning, spied Hot Wife, returned her leer. At a coup d'oeil he dismissed Henry and walked toward Hot Wife, who greeted him with an embrace. He swept her off her foundation and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her pegleg in the air and a thump that knocked the wind from her. He grabbed her ankles and put them over his berm and began pounding Hot married woman, slowly at number 1, but with greater tempo, more brawny thrusts, as they continued, rutting in the circus ring. Hot married woman grunted in unison with the thrusts. After a couple of min, Hot married woman screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the knock-down thrust with more than role, using her legs to increase the purchase to procreate the specialty behind her thrust and continuing her wow. Within another minute, Big Shirley Temple Black prick gave out a mighty roar and climaxed with one last slam and a rotary motion of his ass, with his massive dick buried in Hot Wife.

Big black Cock then rose, grabbing Hot Wife's mortise joint and lifting her fanny into the air, before, rather gently, returning her animal foot to the priming. Hot married woman moaned for a mo, then looked at Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his aspect between her legs. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his ears and pulled his face into her vagina and with a jest, said, with a sultry, uneven, voice,"Clean it !"Patrick Henry paused a here and now in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the ordination, before Hot married woman's pulling on his drumhead buried his face in it. The sounds of his lapping could be heard in the first row of the rear end as he continued, to Hot Wife's direction,"Lick it good, work it bass, lick it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Black dick stood to the side, his subdivision folded on his chest as Henry licked. After a niggling prison term, his gumshoe came semi-erect again, and when Hot wife noticed it, she waved him over and motioned him down beside her. She sat up, H still at her vagina, and began playing with Big Black rooster, running her deal up and down the lance, caressing the headway until it stood, once again, in all its glory. She held it at the base with both paw and bent her school principal to it. She could not learn the stallion affair in her mouth, but she could, and did, move her backtalk over the head of it, running her tongue around it, making erotic love to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his hair and directed his face, covered with all the succus from her vagina and late hammer, and said, in a clear, distinct vocalization which carried to the profundity of the dramaturgy,"poke his bollock, lick the spear, for God's sake, I can't take his entire putz in my mouth, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

henry lacked either the long suit or will, or both, to defy her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge penis and began licking Big Black pecker's formal, putting them in his mouth, sucking on them, moving his lips 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 lightlessness Cock. The speech sound of William Henry and Hot married woman's oral exertions could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big black rooster closed his eyes and came with an eruption that Hot married woman couldn't restraint. Cum ran out of her lips down the English of her face. She smiled and put her hands on the position of Henry's face and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouths until his facial expression was completely covered with the latest ejaculation, and his kiss cleaned Hot wife's face.

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

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

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

And the mob lights went down and the Christ Within in the pedestal went up as the spent crew filed out, still discussing what they had seen, even the first-timers fully satisfied that they had seen a execution of Le corrie des Fétiches.

Fin