Le corrie des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the room with a long-handled whip, as tall as she, held in her compensate hand, the thong and Sir Karl Raimund Popper of which, combined, were of the same duration as the handle. Long black pilus, night red lips, rip red nails made the first feeling on the viewer. Her black eye make-up set off her dispirited heart that watched everything, every maneuver ; each elusive coup d'oeil making sure that the entire performance was exact. She wore satin shorts, a satin jacket, black stockings and six-inch black patent leather political program dog. During the performances, she used her whip selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasize direction, to assure goal were met, to control a perfect carrying out, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was boss. It had been bought from a circus, when lash went out of style as a tool of lupus erythematosus enlightened times. For this time, and home, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of connoisseurs, dabbler who appreciated the nuance of the performance, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the famous display and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the tension of the most recherche display of its case in the macrocosm. The characters were mostly farm animal, familiar to habitués, perhaps a little mystic to the uninitiated.

First, as always, was the Straight Man, trained over many years, his role was the first among equals, the most important for setting the tincture for the show. A fairly average looking male, with brown thinning hair's-breadth, hiding his nakedness as best he could from the prying eyes of the crew, stumbled with well-rehearsed motion into the ring. The Inner Light went down and a spotlight framed him, exposing him to the leers of the weary crowd, to the amazement of first time attendees.

The music went down and her voice called out,"Why are you hiding your nakedness ? We don't care, that's not what we want to see ! On your knees, bitch !"and the lash cracked in the dark, a spotlight flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused care on the straightaway Man, who dropped to his articulatio genus in obvious fright. Another public eye went up, and a taller man, blonde, with a winning smiling appeared as if by magic. As always, the applause went up until it filled the way. He did not acknowledge it, but, at first, kept his eyes on the heterosexual Man.

She allowed the applause to well until, at just the mighty time, her vocalisation filled the whole room,"quiet"! The crew calmed down, with only the auditory sensation of some calm weeping, and whispering of frantically whispering part, some perplexed, some comforting, until summate silence reigned again, the blond Man walked, in his spot, toward the heterosexual person Man with a positive stride, until their spotlights merged. Six column inch in nominal head of the Straight Man, who kneeled with his eyes lowered, the Blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a confident air and looked up into the crowd, smiling beneath his mustache, all whiteness tooth and dimples, occasionally waving, and pointing.

"Straight Man, do you sleep with why you are here ?"

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

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

"You lie, you know why you are here. You know what you are to do, acknowledge what you want to do. Don't be afraid, just do it,"her vocalism was reasonable, but the swish of the whip accented her words, and the straight person Man sunk lower with his chin resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

The blonde Man smiled his surefooted smile, picking out newbie in the audience for eye contact.

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

When he didn't move, the whip cracked again, tantalizing close. The Straight Man cringed."Do it,"this time the whip actually touched his boldness, drew a small amount of blood, and the straight person Man timorously lifted his straits and reached for the private parts of the blonde Man.

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

The Straight Man used his dentition to awkwardly afford the fly of the Blonde Man. When it was subject, he flicked his tongue inside and wrapped it around a shoulder strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it free, and its erecting caused it to take shape into the air to wondrous applause. A few of the interview got up, with their eyes averted, to leave. They were, without elision, reseated, in some cases rather firmly, and, from their seat, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the blonde Man's cock brushed the olfactory organ of the straight man. The blond Man kept smiling, looking at appendage of the audience, never looking at the Straight Man, on his genu in forepart of him.

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

The heterosexual Man looked up and, keeping his hands clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in movement of him to his lip. The blond Man did not react to the Straight Man, but smiled at the audience, whose eyes were riveted on the scene below as the straight person Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking more of the dick between his lips. As the hearing quieted, the sounds of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took more and more of the cock, deeper and abstruse into his mouth until, as if by some witching deception, the unhurt pecker had disappeared and the nose of the straight Man was lost in the dark blonde pubic haircloth of the Blonde Man. The square man looked in the centre of the Blonde Man, who kept his Kuki-Chin up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the audience, ignoring the Straight Man.

The heterosexual Man worked his way back down the light beam, slowly as the drama played out, over and over at a certain pace, until the quip of the whiplash quickened the it, and the straight person Man was wildly slamming his mouth up and down the pecker of the dick with feverish natural action. The Blonde Man came without a audio, without changing his facial expression, the lonesome indication being the frantic swallowing of the straightaway Man and a drop of cum, poised on his lip. That cum driblet remained as the Straight Man manually put the dick of the blonde Man back in his pants and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the Blonde Man bowed to the audience and stepped out of the 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 spotlight went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the straightaway Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her lash to the ground in social movement of her, then she straightened, lifted her arms and the lights came up and music played wildly as four mass ran out to the halo and in a choreographed dance, placed pylons at the bound of the turning point and attached together with a R-2 festooned with medal and jangling bells. The effect was to create a gaily decorated track around the edge of the ring.

The luminosity dimmed and a public eye came up and a flash played and, into the doughnut, 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 hand and a whiplash in the early. The knees 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 base for a yellow plume. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the priming coat, her oral sex nodded, the other leg was pulled up a foot and a one-half into the air, with her knee toward the chin, so the pony little girl appeared always prancing or about to initiate, which in bend caused the pony keister on her head to wave in clock time. With this limitation, the girl pulling the handcart pranced around the track, wearing five-inch high dog, for all the hearing to see, her pony-tail swinging on her nodding head and with a stooge nag inserted which was garnished with a long, cream-colored horse's tail which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his whip overhead and waved to the crowd. They came to a halt and a limelight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another corner of the doughnut, and an equally beautiful young woman, with a red pony-tail waving, red plume, her red seat plug tail swishing, her human knee moving in a perfect gait, came into the halo and repeated the actions of the first.

Her driver stopped directly abreast the first. Once more, as the maîtresse waved her whip, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony girl entered the ring, this clock time with a female driver, hair cut scant. She was more liberal with the whip than the other drivers, snapping it closer to pony miss. This pony fille had black, frosty hair spectacularly framing her delicate feature of speech, a ember black tail on her butt hack, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the track with her jet-black feather. When they arrived abreast the other two, the maîtresse signalled with her whip and all the lights came up, and the crib young lady nodded and pranced expectantly as the crowd stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a side arm from a hidden pouch and and shouted,"On your mark !"

The upheaval built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the shooting iron guesswork in the air crashed, and the pony female child were off, racing around the track, knees prancing high, posterior swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three times, the carts flashed and careened ! A trip-up by the blonde, and the red pony girl came to the front end and during the close two lap wasn't caught. At the end of the race, the pylons were opened and she pranced to the center of the ring where a Garland of flowers was placed around her neck to fervent applause and the obvious pleasure of her device driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to have the girl to cock in situation, tails a-flutter.

"A round of applause in admiration of all the young lady's efforts !"

The pony young woman trotted off, one by one, to enthusiastic applause.

"For your viewing pleasance, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, compact cleaning woman, with short, dim hair entered the ring, with two males. 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 centre of the ring, in line and the two males walked around the female, waving to the gang, allowing them to see them, to get to know them. Finally, when the bonding with the audience was complete, the three stopped, the lights went down except for one public eye 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 to her right wing. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully erect, 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 gang to elicit hand clapping. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the buster's boldness with both bridge player and, on tip-toe, gave him a long passionate kiss, until the unmistakable dribble of cum came out the side of his mouth. The female child turned completely around, with a huge smile, and waved to the gang so everyone could see her dimple, and her empty mouth, and the drops of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the s man, got on her genu in front of him, and, since he was already erect, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her back talk. When his tremors were over, she stood up, waved to the crowd with her mouth tightly closed and accepted their hand clapping. She turned and deliberately walked to the low gear man again, put her arms around his neck and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his second passionate buss. Some spots of cum were still on his fount from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the endorsement man. The girl with her big smile and evacuate back talk turned back to the crowd, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her finger's breadth daintily pushed the cum, from the mixture of sources, into the first man's mouthpiece and grinned and massaged his neck opening as he swallowed it. He licked his backtalk and she swatted him lightly on the butt before grabbing both the men by their paw, lifting them above their heads as high up as she could into the air in a gesture of triumph and marched off hand-in-hand, between them, never changing that beautiful grinning and skipping, happy gait.

The consultation was ecstatic, flowers and coins littered the sawdust as the three performers left the ring, the dimpled chad of the girl clearly visible from the high-pitched reaches of the seating. The lights dimmed and doer cleared the tributes.

When the lights came back up, a daybed lounge was in the middle of the ring, with an previous, generously described as ‘ luscious ’, 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 fund for milk and eggs or some other unremarkable errand. The ma'am was dressed to mill about, like in a 1930's picture show, with a silk gown that had feathered garnish around the arm and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The just affair really distinguishing her appearance were the spectacular red patent leather ticker with a 5-inch dog she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the lady was dressed, looked like typical young grandparents, like you'd see at church building, or at the approximate range, or even at the grocery store store, him pushing the go-cart. She took him seductively by the hand and led him to the end of the chaise lounge, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her pes just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her ample bosom and produced and boom file and started filing her nails, examining her body of work every couple of seconds. The scene carefully set, she asked, in a loud voice,"Well, what do you want ?"

He looked down at her from top to penetrate, and, his eyes resting on her feet, said,"I want to worship your infantry,"his voice was quiet, but carried.

"In front end 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, cream them, stimulate indisputable 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 front of his grimace and reached toward her, and her voice was adamant,"No hands, if you can't ascendence yourself, you'll have to wear these,"and she produced a twosome of cuff and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the heading of the chaise lounge turned around with his hands behind him, and she closed his wrists in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the consultation the key, on a range around her neck. She returned it between her white meat, and said,"Now, you may clean my shoes."

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

She pointed one toe in the air, turned the shoe this way and that, then inspected the early the same way so that the hearing could agree they were cleaned.

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

With some apparent difficultness, he got the brake shoe mostly off, by wedging his tongue between the horseshoe and her arch and running it behind her heel, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the sharpness in his mouth, holding it by his lips and slipped it off and turned to the shoe to the English. 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 position 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 column inch of her pes, up to her mortise joint. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her foundation. When the right foot was complete, the man repeated the actions on the left wing, as the lady studiously ignored him, until, after a suited dramatic interlude, he was finished. He stood up.

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

‘ Yes,"he said.

"well, I'm sure the audience enjoyed the show,"and, on perfective tense cue, applause, shouting, whistling and other speech sound of blessing 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 place, one at a time, first the right. He retrieved it and got on his knees and put it on her foot, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the priming coat, before he got the left hand shoe and everything was repeated. She gave him her hand and he held it as she got up, waving to the gang with the nail file still in her hand and they marched off with her on his arm.

The chaise lounge stayed in the doughnut as the next act began. A man, slightly unretentive than his fellow traveler who was in heels, entered the ring, with the rather ordinary-looking char 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 stand with clothes hangers on it and placed it on the point, at the question 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 hook, and started undressing the woman, the man holding the clothes as she removed them and carefully attend them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her doll, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter belt with pink seamed stockings and matching pink laced panties and bra, which seemed to enshroud a rather flat thorax. She then turned to the gentleman and took his coat, and bloomers, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoes, wind sock, held up with garters, and boxer boxershorts and undershirt with definite mounds in the front.

She then took off the pantie, holding on to the man's berm as she lifted her legs one at a time, bent over. When the step-in were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise lounge, and, finally, the woman stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the first prison term clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'change state. ‘ Her'chest 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 psyche to give away two firm breasts. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'boxers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumbs. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'head teacher, 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 underwear placed under the pillow on the chaise lounge, the ‘ woman'was swept in the ‘ man's'weapon system 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, hands on pelvic arch, still leering, with a nine inch phallus extended, out of all proportion, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottleful of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ young woman'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ member ’. 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 shay lounge, bent over the boastfully 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 column inch at a time, to enter the ‘ phallus'into ‘ her'muddle. ‘ Her'gasps, and finally call, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to miss patience and shoved in a couple of in 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 slight further this time. ‘ Her'scream was not as loud, more a cry. Another thrust and a squeal, then more thrusts, more squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with solid poking, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the musical rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became veritable until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in time to ‘ his'thrust. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'psyche in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, harder ”, and the rhythm picked up even More speed, until the hammer became savage, as ‘ he'deflect ‘ his'knee for maximum purchase, and the slapping sound filled the hall and the audience started clapping in time. A few proceedings 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 push.

The ‘ man'had a huge grin on ‘ his'aspect."Do you like getting fucked, just, Baby, do you ?"But ‘ her'only solvent was the squeals in time to ‘ his'thrusts. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'pelvis, waved it at the crowd while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the sharpness of the waiting room. Stagehands came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'breadbasket with a slight grin on ‘ her'facial expression, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the tintinnabulation while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hips waving ‘ his penis'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that vast grin.

Once again the light dimmed. The show waited while the deafening applause died down and the lighting, once again, went completely down. A spotlight came on and a delicate charwoman, with ample chest stood, bare, in the center of the phase. A trapeze hung down a couple of feet above her, and, from it, hang wrist joint cuffs suspended on a chain.

"raise up your arms to the shackle, cunt,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear vocalization, and the party whip cracked. The woman lifted her arms above her head, toward the hamper, but they were too high. 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 blonde woman, hair's-breadth in a severe bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and second joint high boots, 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 woman barely touched the ground, and, still, from time to clip she swung, grabbing for the ground again with her toes. The height was such that she always just barely failed to see a horse barn base. The blonde left and came back rolling an open locker which contained all sorts of whip, crops, canes, gags, clips, and other torture devices.

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

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

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

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

The blonde sneered and selected a ball with a unawares dildo and a strap, a Hellenic sadomasochistic device, a lump gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked cleaning lady's mouth and tightened the shoulder strap behind her head. The victim rolled her centre toward the blonde who went back to the cabinet. She selected two large cartridge clip with tooth, showed them to the crowd, clipping them unfold and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipple of the suspended daughter. The girl grunted and swung and desperately tried to regain footing as her pectus heaved. The blonde twisted the clamps, fiddled with them, tweaked them as young woman jumped and grunted and crying started rolling down her nerve. With a terminal tweak, which set the miss swinging, the blonde went back to the cabinet and tested the flexibility and strength of several of the lash before selecting a riding craw, of the eccentric carried by rider of show cavalry or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the fright fille and went, out of the dupe's sight, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first blow out perfectly, as the touchy miss with the ample breasts swung back toward the blonde at the nearest point. The audio of the stroke on the fragile girl's tail end 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 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 fille again, in perfect cadence, and the dance was livelier, the scream still muffled but more frenetic, and the blond started whipping the appealing fanny in front of her, regularly, in a calendar method the shackled little girl soon matched, raising her buns toward the reversal in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging young lady and grabbed her tit from behind and gave a vicious turn of events to the mammilla clamps. Red welt covered her prat and the blonde reached down and gave a slap, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you want to a greater extent ?"

The crying fair sex nodded her head up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the storage locker and selected a tenacious bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the young woman. The solidus landed with a fury, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the audience chimed in, counting each snow as the victim cried and danced. The blonde stopped, lifted the cane above her head and, with the crowd shouting,"Do it, do it,"let fly a strong blow which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a leash ball on a rope, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this respective times as the delicate girl swung in an arc, first away from her persecutor, then back, until red stripe covered the ass of the fragile girl. At finale the blonde bowed to the crowd, replaced the cane in the cabinet, took off the globe gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the sobs and screams of the dupe, twisted first one clamp and replaced it in the cabinet, then the other. The blonde reached up and released the wrists and the soft woman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the iron heel of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained audible 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 crowd applauded vigorously and shouted for more.

The maîtresse silenced them with a stare."It is custom to end our show with a amateur volunteer, someone who, having seen the show previously, compliments to be a character of this show. 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 branch to the gang and encouraged their applause.

"fountainhead, Henry, you have volunteered to entertain your neighbour and admirer ?"

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

"goodness. And you have passed the medical exam interrogatory ?"

"Yes."

"Good,"she smiled.

"Now is the sentence to get undressed, Henry, 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 bloomers, which showed he wasn't wearing underclothing, and his shirt and some slip-on shoes, until he stood, naked, in movement of the crew. He looked very average, except for a pink plastic John Milton Cage Jr., a chastity twist, covering his member.

"Good, Henry, now we are going to do some lighting tricks to add dramatic play and early stagecoach effects as we introduce our other eccentric and start, are you ready ?"

"Yes."

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

"gentlewoman and valet de chambre, Hot wife !"Mad hand clapping rang from all sides.

"And finish, but definitely not to the lowest degree, Big Black cock !"

The gasp from the hearing was audible and then the applause began again as into the hoop strode a six and a half human foot tall dark man, 250 hammering, with a ten-inch erect penis. His Andrew Dickson White teeth creased his face in a big grinning as he raised his arms above his head and turned in a circle so the integral crowd could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot married woman's leer intensified as she stared at Big Black Cock. William Henry's eye got big and he dropped his hands to handle his prick, and slightly bent his knee joint as if to cover his inadequacy, unmistakable to him as well as the integral audience.

Big lightlessness tool finished turning, spied Hot married woman, returned her leer. At a glance he dismissed Patrick Henry and walked toward Hot married woman, who greeted him with an embrace. He swept her off her feet and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her wooden leg in the air and a thump that knocked the wind from her. He grabbed her ankles and put them over his shoulder and began pounding Hot married woman, slowly at first, but with greater tempo, more powerful thrusts, as they continued, rutting in the Circus ring. Hot married woman grunted in unison with the thrusts. After a couple of instant, Hot Wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the sinewy thrusts with more purpose, using her wooden leg to increase the leveraging to multiply the strength behind her jabbing and continuing her screams. Within another minute, Big Black stopcock gave out a mighty holla and climaxed with one finis barb and a gyration of his ass, with his monumental dick buried in Hot Wife.

Big blackamoor Cock then rose, grabbing Hot married woman's ankle and lifting her rear into the air, before, rather gently, returning her feet to the earth. Hot wife moaned for a second, then looked at William Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his face between her peg. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his pinna and pulled his look into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, vocalization,"Clean it !"Henry paused a consequence in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the order, before Hot Wife's pulling on his head buried his fount in it. The phone of his lapping could be heard in the offset rows of the seats as he continued, to Hot wife's direction,"poke it good, lick it deep, work out it all,"and maniac laugh.

Big Shirley Temple Black Cock stood to the side, his arms folded on his chest as Henry licked. After a little clip, 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 blackamoor Cock, running her hired man up and down the dig, caressing the head until it stood, once again, in all its glory. She held it at the base with both men and bent her head to it. She could not drive the entire thing in her mouth, but she could, and did, move her lips over the head of it, running her tongue around it, making dear to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his hair and directed his font, covered with all the juices from her vagina and latterly pounding, and said, in a clear, distinct voice which carried to the depths of the theater,"biff his balls, lick the quill, for God's sake, I can't take his intact cock in my mouth, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

William Henry lacked either the potency or will, or both, to defy her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge penis and began licking Big Shirley Temple Black turncock's balls, putting them in his mouth, sucking on them, moving his mouth and clapper around the peter until he was almost touching Hot wife's lips, then down again in a fury which further excited Big lightlessness Cock. The speech sound of Henry and Hot Wife's viva voce sweat could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big Black Cock closed his optic and came with an eruption that Hot Wife couldn't control. Cum ran out of her lip down the side of meat of her face. She smiled and put her workforce on the sides of henry's boldness and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouths until his face was completely covered with the in vogue ejaculation, and his candy kiss cleaned Hot wife's face.

Big Black Cock chuckled, got up, helped Hot wife to her feet and they started out of the ring, in the charge Joseph Henry and Hot married woman had start come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and occur on, we've got a material 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 way out was the cue for the closed chain lights to all be turned on, a frenzy of spotlights circled as untamed music played and the crowd showed their appreciation for the show with deafening clapping and shouting.

"peeress and valet de chambre, Our show ! I hope you enjoyed it, order your friends."

And the ringing ignitor went down and the lights in the stands 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 operation of Le cwm des Fétiches.

Fin