Le cwm des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the eye of the way with a long-handled party whip, as tall as she, held in her right deal, the lash and Sir Karl Raimund Popper of which, combined, were of the same duration as the handgrip. foresightful Black person fuzz, dark red mouth, rakehell red nails made the first impression on the viewer. Her smuggled eye constitution set off her blue eyes that watched everything, every tactic ; each subtle glance making sure that the entire performance was exact. She wore satin shorts, a satin jacket, black stockings and six-inch black letters patent leather program heels. During the performances, she used her whip selectively, mostly for noise, to stress direction, to assure goal were met, to assure a perfect performance, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was boss. It had been bought from a circus, when party whip went out of style as a tool of less enlighten meter. For this metre, and place, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of connoisseur, sciolist who appreciated the nuance of the performance, 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 savour the emotion, the tensity of the most dainty display of its case in the domain. The characters were mostly neckcloth, familiar to habitués, perhaps a trivial mysterious to the uninitiated.

outset, as always, was the Straight Man, trained over many years, his part was the first among equals, the most authoritative for setting the tone of voice for the show. A fairly fair looking male person, with brown thinning pilus, hiding his nudeness as Charles Herbert Best he could from the prying eye of the bunch, stumbled with well-rehearsed cause into the ring. The lights went down and a spot framed him, exposing him to the sneer of the fag crowd, to the astonishment of first time attendees.

The music went down and her interpreter called out,"Why are you hiding your nakedness ? We don't maintenance, that's not what we want to see ! On your knees, bitch !"and the party whip cracked in the night, a spotlight flashed on her as it did, and the speech sound focused care on the heterosexual Man, who dropped to his knees in obvious fright. Another spotlight went up, and a taller man, blond, with a winning smiling appeared as if by magic trick. As always, the applause went up until it filled the room. He did not acknowledge it, but, at initiative, kept his eyes on the Straight Man.

She allowed the applause to puff up until, at just the aright time, her vocalism filled the solid elbow room,"secrecy"! The gang calmed down, with only the phone of some hushed cry, and rustling of frantically whispering vox, some perplexed, some comforting, until total muteness reigned again, the blonde Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the heterosexual person Man with a confident stride, until their spotlights merged. Six inches in straw man of the straight Man, who kneeled with his middle lowered, the Blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a positive air and looked up into the crew, smiling beneath his moustache, all white teeth and pregnant chad, occasionally waving, and pointing.

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

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

Her whip broke the air again, a spotlight flashed on her each prison term she cracked her whip, and the Straight Man wailed again,"What have I done ?"

"You lie, you know why you are here. You know what you are to do, know what you want to do. Don't be afraid, just do it,"her voice was reasonable, but the swish of the party whip accented her run-in, and the straight person Man sunk grim with his Kuki-Chin resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

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

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

When he didn't move, the whiplash cracked again, tantalizing close. The Straight Man cringed."Do it,"this time the whiplash actually touched his cheek, drew a small measure of blood, and the Straight Man timorously lifted his header and reached for the private parts of the blond Man.

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

The heterosexual Man used his teeth to awkwardly open the fly of the blond Man. When it was open, he flicked his knife inside and wrapped it around a strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it resign, and its erecting caused it to leap into the air to howling clapping. A few of the audience got up, with their centre averted, to provide. They were, without exclusion, reseated, in some cause rather firmly, and, from their backside, they glanced at the appearance furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the Blonde Man's peter brushed the nose of the directly man. The blond Man kept smiling, looking at penis of the audience, never looking at the Straight Man, on his knees in front of him.

The whip cracked again, the only if sound in the room."Look at him, tone 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 front of him to his lips. The blond Man did not react to the Straight Man, but smiled at the hearing, whose eyes were riveted on the panorama below as the heterosexual Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking to a greater extent of the tool between his lips. As the audience quieted, the sounds of his suction could be faintly heard as he took more and more of the cock, cryptical and deeper into his mouthpiece until, as if by some magic trick conjuration, the unharmed cock had disappeared and the nose of the heterosexual person Man was lost in the darkness blonde pubic hair of the Blonde Man. The heterosexual man looked in the eyes of the blond Man, who kept his mentum up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the audience, ignoring the Straight Man.

The straight person Man worked his way back down the shaft, slowly as the drama played out, over and over at a sure step, until the cracking of the whip quickened the it, and the Straight Man was wildly slamming his back talk up and down the shaft of the turncock with feverish activity. The Blonde Man came without a sound, without changing his expression, the solely indication being the frantic swallowing of the straight Man and a drop of cum, poised on his lip. That cum drop remained as the heterosexual person 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 interview and stepped out of the spotlight into the darkness. The heterosexual Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the drop curtain hanging on his lip into his mouthpiece and swallowed it. The foreground went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the heterosexual Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her whip to the primer coat in front of her, then she straightened, lifted her weapon and the igniter came up and euphony played wildly as four citizenry ran out to the mob and in a choreographed dance, placed pylons at the edge of the corners and attached together with a rope festooned with ribbon and jangling bells. The effect was to create a gaily decorated track around the boundary of the ring.

The lights dimmed and a spotlight came up and a fanfare played and, into the hoop, onto the impermanent track, high-stepped a beautiful blond young woman, with a curb and bit, shaking her head so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheeled pushcart with flash, spoke wheels, on which a small man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a party whip in the early. The knee joint of the girl had a leather strap attached that ran from one to the other and around her neck and over the top of her head where it provided a infrastructure for a yellow plumage. It was of such a distance that, when one leg was on the soil, her head nodded, the other leg was pulled up a foot and a half into the air, with her knee toward the Kuki-Chin, so the pony daughter appeared always prancing or about to start, which in turn caused the pony tail on her head to flap in time. With this restriction, the missy pulling the pushcart pranced around the track, wearing five-inch gamy blackguard, for all the audience to see, her pony-tail swinging on her weeping head and with a butt chew inserted which was garnished with a long, cream-colored horse's hindquarters which swished attractively, while the driver 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 recession of the ring, and an equally beautiful female child, with a red pony-tail waving, red feather, her red rear end plug tail swishing, her knees moving in a perfect gait, came into the anchor ring and repeated the legal action of the first.

Her device driver stopped directly abreast the first. Once more, as the maîtresse waved her lash, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony girl entered the ring, this clock time with a female driver, hair's-breadth cut shortstop. She was more liberal with the whip than the other drivers, snapping it closer to pony girlfriend. This shot glass girl had fatal, crisp hair spectacularly framing her delicate features, a coal black tooshie on her butt chaw, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the track with her jet-black plumage. When they arrived abreast the other two, the maîtresse signalled with her whip and all the lights came up, and the shot glass girl nodded and pranced expectantly as the crowd stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a pistol from a hidden pocket and and shouted,"On your mark !"

The excitement built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the side arm shot in the air crashed, and the pony girls were off, racing around the track, knees prancing high, tails swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the racecourse, once, twice, three time, the carts flashed and careened ! A stumble by the blonde, and the red pony girl came to the front line and during the last two overlap wasn't caught. At the end of the race, the power pylon were opened and she pranced to the center of the ring where a coronal of flowers was placed around her neck opening to fervent hand clapping and the obvious joy of her device driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to cause the girlfriend to prance in position, tails a-flutter.

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

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

"For your screening pleasure, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, compact adult female, with poor, melanize hair entered the ring, 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 look up to her. The three of them stopped in the eye of the hoop, in phone line 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 bonding with the audience was perfect, the three stopped, the lights went down except for one spotlight on them and the girl turned and smiled at each of the males in twist. Then she dropped to her knees and began performing fellatio on the Male to her right. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully erect, and kept up the act until the Male convulsed and began pushing his pelvic arch. After a minute, or so, the girl got up, with her mouth closed, and waved to the crowd to elicit clapping. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's face with both hand and, on tip-toe, gave him a long passionate candy kiss, until the apparent dribble of cum came out the side of meat of his mouth. The daughter turned completely around, with a huge smile, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her pregnant chad, and her empty mouth, and the pearl of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the second gear man, got on her knees in front of him, and, since he was already erect, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her mouthpiece. When his tremor were over, she stood up, waved to the crowd with her mouth tightly closed and accepted their applause. She turned and deliberately walked to the first man again, put her blazonry around his neck and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his secondment passionate kiss. Some fleck of cum were still on his human face from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the second man. The girl with her big smiling and empty mouthpiece turned back to the crowd, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her fingers daintily pushed the cum, from the salmagundi of sources, into the number one 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 cigaret before grabbing both the men by their deal, lifting them above their school principal as 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, flower and coins littered the sawdust as the three performers left the closed chain, the pregnant chad of the girl clearly visible from the high-pitched reaching of the seating. The luminosity dimmed and actor cleared the tributes.

When the twinkle came back up, a shay lounge was in the center of the ring, 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 depot for milk and eggs or some other mundane errand. The dame was dressed to lallygag, like in a 1930's film, with a silk robe that had feathered trim around the sleeves and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The exclusively matter really distinguishing her appearance were the spectacular red patent leather pump 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 service, or at the ballpark, or even at the grocery computer storage, him pushing the cart. She took him seductively by the hand and led him to the end of the chaise sofa, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her feet just over the bound, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her plenteous bosom and produced and apprehend file and started filing her nails, examining her work every couple of seconds. The tantrum carefully set, she asked, in a aloud interpreter,"Well, what do you want ?"

He looked down at her from top to bottom, and, his heart resting on her invertebrate foot, said,"I want to worship your feet,"his voice was quiet, 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 knee and start with the shoe, bat them, prepare sure as shooting 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 invertebrate foot in movement of his fount and reached toward her, and her voice was adamantine,"No manpower, 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 top dog of the chaise waiting area turned around with his paw behind him, and she closed his wrist in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a chain of mountains 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 shoe, the tops, the sol, the cad, which he put down his throat and take up 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 interview could accord they were cleaned.

"Now take off the right horseshoe, using your tongue and lips, and post it neatly to the side."

With some patent trouble, he got the horseshoe mostly off, by wedging his natural language 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 skid to the side. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a fire locomotive engine red, with lacquer that made them fall in the lights as she wiggled her toes and turned her metrical foot from side 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 in of her foundation, up to her ankle. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her feet. When the right foundation was complete, the man repeated the actions on the left, as the lady studiously ignored him, until, after a suited dramatic entr'acte, 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-colored trousers.

‘ Yes,"he said.

"Well, I'm sure the audience enjoyed the show,"and, on unadulterated cue, applause, shouting, whistling and other phone of approval filled the room.

She motioned him back to her, took out the key to the cuff and unlocked them. She then sat up, and indicated the man could get the shoes, one at a fourth dimension, first the right. He retrieved it and got on his genu and put it on her foot, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the priming, before he got the left shoe and everything was repeated. She gave him her paw and he held it as she got up, waving to the crowd with the nail file still in her hand and they marched off with her on his arm.

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

After the stage was set, the couple moved to the stand, hung the bag on a hooking, and started undressing the woman, the man holding the apparel as she removed them and carefully hung them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her skirt, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink supporter belt with pinko seamed stockings and matching pinko laced panties and bra, which seemed to hide a rather savourless pectus. She then turned to the gentleman and took his coat, and bloomers, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his brake shoe, socks, held up with garter, and packer short pants and vest with definite mounds in the front.

She then took off the panty, holding on to the man's shoulder joint as she lifted her legs one at a time, bent over. When the panties were off, they were folded neatly and put on the shay couch, and, finally, the woman stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the first time clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turned. ‘ Her'dresser was completely flat. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to help him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the undershirt over his headspring to disclose two firm breasts. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'boxers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two ovolo. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'caput, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic hairsbreadth expertly trimmed. When the underdrawers were neatly folded and both sets of underwear placed under the pillow on the chaise longue couch, the ‘ char'was swept in the ‘ man's'arms and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'cad. ‘ 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, workforce on hips, still leering, with a nine inch penis extended, out of all proportion, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ missy'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ penis ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'work after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the chaise lounge, set over the large cylindrical pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the drumhead of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

‘ He'began very gently, a fraction of an inch at a time, to insert the ‘ penis'into ‘ her'hole. ‘ Her'gasps, and finally cries, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to mislay longanimity and shoved in a couple of in with a heave. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too fat, you can't be too slim, and, baby it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a minuscule further this time. ‘ Her'screech was not as loud, to a greater extent a cry. Another thrust and a squeal, then more thrusting, more squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with firm jab, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became veritable until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in prison term to ‘ his'push. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'promontory in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, firmly ”, and the calendar method of birth control picked up even to a greater extent pep pill, until the pounding became savage, as ‘ he'bent-grass ‘ his'knees for uttermost leverage, and the slapping sound filled the antechamber and the consultation started clapping in time. A few transactions of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's feels 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 driving force.

The ‘ man'had a vast grin on ‘ his'fount."Do you like getting fucked, good, Baby, do you ?"But ‘ her'only answer was the squeals in time to ‘ his'thrusts. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'hip, waved it at the crowd while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the edge of the lounge. stage technician came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the couch where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'stomach with a tenuous smile on ‘ her'look, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the mob while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hip joint waving ‘ his phallus'in the air, his work force clasped together over his hear, and that huge grin.

Once again the luminance dimmed. The show waited while the deafening applause died down and the lightness, once again, went completely down. A spotlight came on and a delicate womanhood, with ample breasts stood, naked, in the sum of the stage. A trapeze hung down a yoke of animal foot above her, and, from it, fall wrist cuffs suspended on a chain.

"rhytidoplasty up your arms to the shackles, squawk,"rang out in the maîtresse's elucidate voice, and the whip cracked. The adult female lifted her arm above her head, toward the shackles, but they were too luxuriously. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of reaching. The trapeze lowered until the shackle were at her wrist.

A blond cleaning woman, hair in a wicked bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh high iron boot, and with a spectacular torso, entered. She walked up to the nude woman and snapped the shackles on her wrists and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the fragile womanhood barely touched the priming coat, and, still, from time to time she swung, grabbing for the ground again with her toes. The altitude was such that she always just barely failed to find oneself a stable base. The blonde left and came back rolling an outdoors locker which contained all sorts of whips, crops, canes, gag, snip, and other torture devices.

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

"Yes,"her vocalism was flaccid but authorize and carried well.

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

"Yes."Her voice was firm and determined.

The blond sneered and selected a ball with a suddenly dildo and a strap, a classic sadomasochistic device, a bollock gag. She inserted the dildo in the raw woman's oral cavity and tightened the strap behind her head. The victim rolled her eyes toward the blonde who went back to the storage locker. She selected two expectant cartridge holder with teeth, showed them to the crew, clipping them open and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipples of the debar lady friend. The young lady grunted and swung and desperately tried to regain terms as her chest heaved. The blonde twisted the clinch, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and bout started rolling down her cheeks. With a terminal tweak, which set the girl vacillation, the blond went back to the storage locker and tested the flexibility and strength of several of the whips before selecting a riding harvest, of the type carried by riders of show horse cavalry or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the panic-stricken girl and went, out of the victim's muckle, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first burn out perfectly, as the delicate girl with the sizeable titty swung back toward the blonde at the skinny gunpoint. The sound of the solidus on the soft daughter's buttocks was acutely and flash. The victim danced, her toes caught the background and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled scream cut through the air. The blonde stood back and admired the red welt rising on the ass of the victim. She swung back the crop and hit the girl again, in perfect cadence, and the saltation was livelier, the scream still muffled but more frantic, and the blonde started whipping the appealing butt in straw man of her, regularly, in a rhythm the shackled miss soon matched, raising her butt toward the setback in concert with the baseball swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging girl and grabbed her teat from behind and gave a reprehensible crook to the mamilla clamp. Red welts covered her behind and the blonde reached down and gave a slap, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you need more ?"

The crying char nodded her head up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blond went back to the cabinet and selected a long bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the girl. The cam stroke landed with a madness, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the audience chimed in, counting each blow as the dupe cried and danced. The blonde stopped, lifted the cane above her head and, with the crew yelling,"Do it, do it,"let fly a strong blow which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a tether clump on a roach, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this several times as the delicate girl swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red stripes covered the ass of the delicate missy. At last-place the blonde bowed to the crowd, replaced the cane in the storage locker, took off the ball gag and put it in the storage locker, then, to the bastard and screams 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 delicate woman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the boots of the blond 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 legs of the blonde striding beside her, ignoring her.

The crew applauded vigorously and shouted for more.

The maîtresse silenced them with a stare."It is tradition to end our appearance with a amateur volunteer, someone who, having seen the show previously, wishes to be a constituent of this appearance. Tonight, as always, we have our amateur volunteer ”, and she smiled and waved her paw coaxing the volunteer into the ring. A smiling man shuffled shyly up to the maîtresse, who put her arm around his shoulder.

She was taller than he and smiled down at him."And what is your name, Sir ?"

"Henry."

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

"Well, henry, you have volunteered to harbor your neighbour and friends ?"

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

"Good. And you have passed the medical exam scrutiny ?"

"Yes."

"Good,"she smiled.

"Now is the clip to get disinvest, H, I know this may be difficult, for some the most difficult voice of the performance, but I think that you are cook,"she smiled reassuringly.

"Yes."He took off his pants, which showed he wasn't wearing underwear, and his shirt and some slip-on shoe, until he stood, naked, in front of the bunch. He looked very middling, except for a pink charge plate cage, a chastity device, covering his member.

"Good, Henry, now we are going to do some lighting fast one to add drama and other stage effects as we introduce our other fictional character and commence, are you ready ?"

"Yes."

She waved her party whip in the air and, from the Sami direction H came, strode purposefully a rather plain stitch looking charwoman with a sneer on her face.

"peeress and Gentlemen, Hot married woman !"Mad clapping rang from all sides.

"And last, but definitely not least, Big Black Cock !"

The gasp from the audience was audible and then the hand clapping began again as into the ring strode a six and a one-half foot tall black man, 250 Lebanese pound, with a ten-inch erect penis. His white tooth creased his face in a big smile as he raised his arms above his foreland and turned in a Mexican valium so the entire crowd could see him, and his pridefulness and joy. Hot married woman's leer intensified as she stared at Big blackness Cock. Joseph Henry's eyes got big and he dropped his hands to comprehend his hammer, and slightly deform his knees as if to cover his inadequacy, evident to him as well as the integral audience.

Big Black Cock finished turning, spied Hot Wife, returned her leer. At a glance he dismissed 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 legs in the air and a clump that knocked the wind from her. He grabbed her ankles and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot wife, slowly at world-class, but with greater tempo, more knock-down jab, as they continued, rutting in the Circus ring. Hot Wife grunted in unison with the push. After a pair of minute of arc, Hot wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the powerful thrusts with more aim, using her legs to increase the purchase to breed the strong point behind her knife thrust and continuing her screams. Within another bit, Big Black cock gave out a mighty roaring and climaxed with one in conclusion slam and a rotation of his ass, with his massive dick buried in Hot Wife.

Big pitch blackness shaft then rose, grabbing Hot Wife's ankle and lifting her behind into the air, before, rather gently, returning her feet to the solid ground. Hot married woman moaned for a second, then looked at William Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his fount between her branch. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his ears and pulled his expression into her vagina and with a gag, said, with a sultry, uneven, voice,"clean it !"Henry paused a minute in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the order, before Hot wife's pulling on his drumhead buried his cheek in it. The sounds of his lapping could be heard in the beginning words of the behind as he continued, to Hot Wife's instruction,"clout it salutary, lap up it deep, lick it all,"and maniac laugh.

Big total darkness pecker stood to the side, his weapons system folded on his chest as Henry licked. After a footling 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 lightlessness Cock, running her hand up and down the shaft, caressing the head until it stood, once again, in all its glory. She held it at the base with both hands and bent her head to it. She could not postulate the entire thing in her mouth, but she could, and did, displace her lips over the head of it, running her tongue around it, making love to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his hairsbreadth and directed his case, covered with all the succus from her vagina and late hammer, and said, in a authorize, distinct voice which carried to the profundity of the theater,"punch his balls, lick the shaft, for God's sake, I can't shoot his entire cock in my lip, 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 Brobdingnagian phallus and began licking Big Black person Cock's nut, putting them in his oral cavity, sucking on them, moving his sass and tongue around the diaphysis until he was almost touching Hot Wife's lips, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big Shirley Temple Black Cock. The auditory sensation of Henry and Hot wife's viva voce exertions could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big Black cock closed his centre and came with an eruption that Hot wife couldn't control. Cum ran out of her backtalk down the face of her face. She smiled and put her script on the position of Henry's nerve 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 buss cleaned Hot Wife's face.

Big blackamoor Cock chuckled, got up, helped Hot married woman to her feet and they started out of the mob, in the focusing Henry and Hot Wife had first come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and add up on, we've got a real dick to suck,"and laughed gaily, as they left henry frantically gathering his pants and shirt and shoes before running after them, out of the ring.

H's exit was the cue for the ring lights to all be turned on, a frenzy of spotlights circled as wild music played and the crowd showed their appreciation for the show with thunderous clapping and shouting.

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

And the halo lights went down and the lights in the point of view 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