Le cirque des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the midsection of the elbow room with a long-handled whip, as tall as she, held in her justly manus, the flip-flop and Sir Karl Raimund Popper of which, combined, were of the same length as the handle. longsighted lightlessness hair, dark red lips, origin red nails made the first impression on the viewer. Her black eye war paint set off her blue oculus that watched everything, every manoeuvre ; each pernicious glance making sure that the stallion operation was exact. She wore satin shorts, a satin jacket, black stockings and six-inch blackness patent leather platform dog. During the execution, she used her whiplash selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasise direction, to assure finish were met, to guarantee a pure performance, and, truth be told, to reenforce who was boss. It had been bought from a circus, when whips went out of style as a tool of less initiate times. For this time, and station, it was perfect.

The consultation was made up of connoisseur, sciolist who appreciated the subtleties of the public presentation, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the illustrious display and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the stress of the most keen show of its type in the macrocosm. The characters were mostly stock, familiar to habitués, perhaps a lilliputian mystical to the uninitiated.

number 1, as always, was the Straight Man, trained over many years, his part was the offset among peer, the most important for setting the timber for the show. A fairly average looking Male, with brown thinning hair, hiding his desolation as Charles Herbert Best he could from the prying eyes of the crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements into the ring. The lighter went down and a public eye framed him, exposing him to the leers of the jaded crowd, to the amazement of number 1 time attendees.

The music went down and her phonation called out,"Why are you hiding your nakedness ? We don't care, that's not what we want to see ! On your knee, beef !"and the whip cracked in the Night, a spotlight flashed on her as it did, and the speech sound focused aid on the Straight Man, who dropped to his knee joint in obvious fearfulness. Another spot went up, and a taller man, blonde, with a winning smile appeared as if by conjuring trick. As always, the applause went up until it filled the room. He did not acknowledge it, but, at first gear, kept his eyes on the straight person Man.

She allowed the hand clapping to tumesce until, at just the right clock time, her vocalization filled the whole elbow room,"silence"! The crowd calmed down, with only the sound of some placid crying, and rustling of frantically whispering voices, some perplexed, some comforting, until total silence reigned again, the blond Man walked, in his public eye, toward the Straight Man with a confident stride, until their spot merged. Six inches in front man of the heterosexual person Man, who kneeled with his eyes lowered, the Blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a convinced air and looked up into the crowd, smiling beneath his moustache, all Theodore Harold White teeth and dimpled chad, occasionally waving, and pointing.

"heterosexual Man, do you acknowledge why you are here ?"

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

Her lash broke the air again, a spotlight flashed on her each time she cracked her lash, and the heterosexual person 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 part was sensible, but the swish of the whip accented her words, and the Straight Man sunk lower with his chin resting on his paw, clasped to his neck.

The blonde Man smiled his positive smile, picking out newcomer in the audience for eye impinging.

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

When he didn't relocation, the whip cracked again, tantalizing close. The Straight Man cringed."Do it,"this time the whiplash actually touched his expression, drew a small total of descent, and the Straight Man timorously lifted his question and reached for the fork of the Blonde Man.

"With your sass, with your mouth,"she said, in exasperation, and the whip cut the air, but this fourth dimension never contacted the straight Man. The audience still gasped at the sound.

The Straight Man used his teeth to awkwardly open the fly of the blonde Man. When it was give, he flicked his lingua inside and wrapped it around a shoulder strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it detached, and its erecting caused it to ricochet into the air to tremendous applause. A few of the audience got up, with their eyes averted, to bequeath. They were, without exception, reseated, in some cases rather firmly, and, from their rear end, they glanced at the display furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the blond Man's tool brushed the nose of the straight man. The Blonde Man kept smiling, looking at phallus of the audience, never looking at the straight person Man, on his knees in front of him.

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

The straight person Man looked up and, keeping his hands clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in presence of him to his lips. The Blonde Man did not react to the straight person Man, but smiled at the audience, whose heart were riveted on the panorama below as the straight person Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking more than of the dick between his lips. As the audience quieted, the sound of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took more and more of the cock, deeper and rich into his mouth until, as if by some magic antic, the entirely stopcock had disappeared and the nose of the Straight Man was lost in the dark blonde pubic hair of the Blonde Man. The square man looked in the eyes of the Blonde Man, who kept his Kuki-Chin up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the hearing, ignoring the heterosexual Man.

The straight Man worked his way back down the shaft, slowly as the dramatic event played out, over and over at a certain yard, until the crevice of the whip quickened the it, and the heterosexual Man was wildly slamming his oral fissure up and down the shaft of the cock with febrile activeness. The Blonde Man came without a speech sound, without changing his expression, the solely indication being the excited swallowing of the Straight Man and a cliff of cum, poised on his lip. That cum drop cloth remained as the straight person 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 dip hanging on his lip into his mouthpiece and swallowed it. The public eye went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the straightaway Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her whip to the ground in social movement of her, then she straightened, lifted her blazonry and the lightness came up and music played wildly as four people ran out to the ring and in a choreographed saltation, placed pylons at the edge of the turning point and attached together with a R-2 festooned with ribbons and jangling bells. The effect was to make a gaily decorated caterpillar tread around the bound of the ring.

The twinkle dimmed and a spotlight came up and a flourish played and, into the ring, onto the irregular running, 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 roulette wheel, on which a small man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one paw and a lash in the former. The knees of the girl had a leather strap attached that ran from one to the former and around her neck opening and over the top of her capitulum where it provided a basis for a yellow plume. It was of such a duration that, when one leg was on the basis, her head nodded, the other leg was pulled up a foot and a half into the air, with her knee toward the chin, so the pony girl appeared always prancing or about to start, which in round caused the pony nates on her head word to wave in time. With this restriction, the girlfriend pulling the go-cart pranced around the track, wearing five-inch high heels, for all the audience to see, her pony-tail swing on her weeping psyche and with a cigarette plug inserted which was garnished with a long, creamy-white horse's tail which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his whip overhead and waved to the crowd. They came to a stop and a glare narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another box of the mob, and an equally beautiful girl, with a red pony-tail waving, red feather, her red butt plug tail swishing, her stifle moving in a perfect gait, came into the band and repeated the action at law of the first.

Her driver stopped directly abreast the 1st. Once more, as the maîtresse waved her lash, the brightness dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony girl entered the doughnut, this time with a female driver, hair cut suddenly. She was more liberal with the whip than the other number one wood, snapping it closer to pony fille. This pony missy had Shirley Temple, frizzly hair spectacularly framing her delicate feature article, a coal black tail on her cigarette plug, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the caterpillar track with her jet-black plume. When they arrived abreast the other two, the maîtresse signalled with her party whip and all the spark came up, and the pony little girl nodded and pranced expectantly as the crowd stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a pistol from a cover air pocket and and shouted,"On your sucker !"

The hullabaloo built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the shooting iron shot in the air crashed, and the pony fille were off, racing around the track, knees prancing senior high school, ass swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three clock time, the carts flashed and careened ! A stumble by the blonde, and the red pony girl came to the front and during the last-place two lap wasn't caught. At the end of the slipstream, the pylons were opened and she pranced to the center of the tintinnabulation where a lei of flowers was placed around her neck opening to fervent applause and the obvious delight of her device driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to do the fille to swagger in stead, tails a-flutter.

"A round of applause in appreciation of all the girl's drive !"

The pony little girl trotted off, one by one, to enthusiastic applause.

"For your screening pleasance, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, pack together woman, with curtly, smutty hair entered the gang, 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 midriff of the mob, in line and the two Male walked around the female person, waving to the crew, allowing them to see them, to get to bang them. Finally, when the bonding with the hearing was complete, the three stopped, the luminosity went down except for one spotlight on them and the miss turned and smiled at each of the males in turn. Then she dropped to her knee joint and began performing fellatio on the male to her right. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully put up, and kept up the act until the male person convulsed and began pushing his hips. After a second, or so, the lady friend got up, with her rima oris closed, and waved to the bunch to elicit clapping. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's face with both bridge player and, on tip-toe, gave him a farseeing passionate kiss, until the unmistakable drip of cum came out the side of his mouth. The girl turned completely around, with a Brobdingnagian smile, and waved to the bunch so everyone could see her dimples, and her empty lip, and the bead of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the instant man, got on her knees in front of him, and, since he was already set up, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her mouth. When his tremors 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 arms around his neck and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his indorse passionate candy kiss. Some place of cum were still on his expression from his interjection, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the second man. The girl with her big smile and empty lip turned back to the bunch, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her finger daintily pushed the cum, from the mixing of sources, into the first man's mouth and grinned and massaged his neck as he swallowed it. He licked his lips and she swatted him lightly on the butt before grabbing both the men by their workforce, lifting them above their promontory as high 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, bloom and coins littered the sawdust as the three performing artist left the mob, the dimples of the girlfriend clearly visible from the high scope of the seating. The light source dimmed and workers cleared the tributes.

When the lightness came back up, a chaise lounge was in the middle of the band, 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 store for milk and egg or some former mundane errand. The madam was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's movie, with a silk robe that had feathered trim around the arm and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much physical composition, but, all in all, was attractive. The solitary thing really distinguishing her appearance were the spectacular red patent of invention leather heart with a 5-inch blackguard 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, or at the ballpark, or even at the grocery store, him pushing the go-cart. She took him seductively by the script and led him to the end of the chaise longue lounge, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her feet just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her ample bosom and produced and nail file and started filing her nails, examining her 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 fathom, and, his eyes resting on her metrical unit, said,"I want to worship your feet,"his voice was quiet, but carried.

"In social movement 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 get down with the skid, lick them, bring in trusted they are clean, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, narrate me."

He got on his human knee with her base in movement of his face and reached toward her, and her representative was adamant,"No hands, if you can't ascendency yourself, you'll have to wear these,"and she produced a dyad of manacle and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the caput of the chaise waiting area turned around with his paw behind him, and she closed his wrist in the cuff and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the interview the key, on a mountain range 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 horseshoe, the height, the soles, the bounder, 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 other the Saame way so that the consultation could hold they were cleaned.

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

With some apparent difficulty, he got the shoe mostly off, by wedging his tongue between the shoe and her archway and running it behind her blackguard, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the edge in his backtalk, holding it by his lips and slipped it off and turned to the shoe to the slope. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a fire engine red, with lacquer that made them shine in the Christ Within as she wiggled her toes and turned her foot from side to side for the audience to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the wind of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her foot, up to her ankle. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her ft. When the right foot was everlasting, the man repeated the action at law on the left, as the ma'am studiously ignored him, until, after a suited striking intermezzo, he was finished. He stood up.

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

‘ Yes,"he said.

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

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

The chaise couch stayed in the ring as the next act began. A man, slightly unforesightful than his fellow traveller who was in heels, entered the ring, with the rather ordinary-looking woman on his arm, swinging a bag and laughing as they talked, though what they were saying couldn't be made out. stage technician rolled up a portable rack with clothes hangers on it and placed it on the level, at the headspring of the lounge, as the couple waved to the bunch and took their bows.

After the degree was set, the match moved to the wheel, hung the bag on a bait, and started undressing the char, the man holding the clothes as she removed them and carefully give ear them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her wench, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pinko garter belt with pink seamed stockings and matching pink laced panties and bra, which seemed to shroud a rather vapid chest. She then turned to the gentleman and took his coating, and pants, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoes, socks, held up with supporter, and boxer shorts and undershirt with definite cumulus in the front.

She then took off the panties, holding on to the man's shoulder as she lifted her legs one at a time, bent-grass over. When the panty were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise longue lounge, and, finally, the char stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the firstly clip 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 oneself him. Using both manus, ‘ she'pulled the undershirt over his head to bring out two firm breast. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'boxers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumbs. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'head, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic hair expertly trimmed. When the underdrawers were neatly folded and both readiness of underwear placed under the pillow on the chaise longue lounge, the ‘ cleaning lady'was swept in the ‘ man's'munition 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 article of clothing harness. ‘ He'theatrically put it on, until ‘ he'stood, hands on hips, still leering, with a nine in penis extended, out of all proportionality, in nominal head 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'work after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the chaise lounge, bent over the orotund cylindric 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 clip, to insert the ‘ penis'into ‘ her'hole. ‘ Her'gasp, and finally cries, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to lose patience and shoved in a couplet of inch with a heave. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too plentiful, you can't be too tenuous, and, spoil it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a little further this clip. ‘ Her'scream was not as loud, more a cry. Another thrusting and a squeal, then more jabbing, Thomas More squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with firm stab, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the speech rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became regular until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in clock time to ‘ his'thrusts. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'school principal in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, backbreaking ”, and the rhythm picked up even Thomas More speed, until the pounding became savage, as ‘ he'twist ‘ his'articulatio genus for utmost leverage, and the slapping phone filled the Asaph Hall and the consultation started clapping in time. A few second of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's feels so good inside me"and ‘ her'legs collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held unsloped by the ‘ phallus ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his thrusts.

The ‘ man'had a huge grin on ‘ his'grimace."Do you like getting fucked, good, child, 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'pelvis, waved it at the bunch while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the edge of the couch. Stagehands came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the waiting room where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'stomach with a slight smile on ‘ her'face, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the ring while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hips waving ‘ his penis'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that Brobdingnagian grin.

Once again the brightness dimmed. The show waited while the deafening applause died down and the lights, once again, went completely down. A glare came on and a finespun woman, with ample breasts stood, naked, in the center of the stagecoach. A trapeze hung down a couple of fundament above her, and, from it, hung wrist turnup suspended on a chain.

"ski tow up your arms to the bond, kick,"rang out in the maîtresse's percipient voice, and the lash cracked. The cleaning lady lifted her arm above her forefront, toward the shackle, but they were too high. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of ambit. The trapeze lowered until the shackles were at her wrists.

A blonde adult female, fuzz in a severe bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh high flush, and with a spectacular body, entered. She walked up to the nude sculpture charwoman and snapped the shackles on her wrists and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the soft woman barely touched the dry land, and, still, from time to prison term she swung, grabbing for the priming again with her toes. The height was such that she always just barely failed to find a stable base. The blonde left and came back rolling an open locker which contained all sorts of whips, crops, canes, gag, snip, and early anguish devices.

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

"Yes,"her spokesperson was easygoing but vindicated and carried well.

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

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

The blonde sneered and selected a musket ball with a short dildo and a shoulder strap, a classic sadomasochistic device, a Ball gag. She inserted the dildo in the defenseless woman's sass and tightened the strap behind her header. The victim rolled her oculus toward the blonde who went back to the cabinet. She selected two large clips with teeth, showed them to the crowd, clipping them opened and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipples of the suspended girl. The missy grunted and swung and desperately tried to regain footing as her chest heaved. The blonde twisted the clinch, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and tears started rolling down her face. With a terminal tweak, which set the girl vacillation, the blonde went back to the cabinet and tested the flexibility and military strength of various of the whiplash before selecting a riding crop, of the type carried by rider of show sawbuck or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the affright young woman and went, out of the victim's view, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first foul up perfectly, as the finespun girl with the rich boob swung back toward the blonde at the nighest point. The auditory sensation of the slash on the touchy girl's buttocks was sharp and loud. The victim danced, her toes caught the ground and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled scream cut through the air. The 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 beat, and the dance was livelier, the scream still muffled but more frantic, and the blonde started whipping the appealing butt in nominal head of her, regularly, in a rhythm method of birth control the shackled young woman soon matched, raising her nates toward the blow in concert with the vacillation. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging girl and grabbed her mamilla from behind and gave a evil twist to the nipple clamps. Red welts covered her rear and the blond reached down and gave a smacking, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you need more ?"

The crying woman nodded her school principal up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the console and selected a recollective bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the girl. The CVA landed with a fury, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the audience chimed in, counting each snow as the dupe 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 nose candy which sent the miss 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 young lady swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red grade insignia covered the ass of the finespun missy. At last the blonde bowed to the crowd, replaced the cane in the cabinet, took off the Ball gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the shortness of breath 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 cleaning woman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the the boot of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained hearable over the entire auditorium, until stagehands came with a pushcart and removed her, clutching for the ramification of the blonde striding beside her, ignoring her.

The crowd applauded vigorously and shouted for more.

The maîtresse silenced them with a stare."It is tradition to end our appearance with a amateur volunteer, soul who, having seen the display previously, wishes to be a part of this appearance. Tonight, as always, we have our inexpert voluntary ”, and she smiled and waved her script coaxing the volunteer into the band. 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 receive henry,"and she waved her subdivision to the gang and encouraged their applause.

"Well, William Henry, you have volunteered to entertain your neighbor and friends ?"

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

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

"Yes."

"Good,"she smiled.

"Now is the time to get undressed, Henry, I know this may be difficult, for some the most unmanageable part of the operation, but I think that you are prepared,"she smiled reassuringly.

"Yes."He took off his pant, which showed he wasn't wearing underclothes, and his shirt and some slip-on brake shoe, until he stood, nude, in battlefront of the bunch. He looked very ordinary, except for a pink plastic cage, a chastity gimmick, covering his member.

"Good, Henry, now we are going to do some lighting magic to add dramatic event and other stage burden as we introduce our former grapheme and set about, are you quick ?"

"Yes."

She waved her whip in the air and, from the same focal point Henry came, strode purposefully a rather knit stitch looking woman with a leer on her face.

"Ladies and gentleman, Hot wife !"Mad applause rang from all sides.

"And last, but definitely not least, Big total darkness putz !"

The pant from the hearing was hearable and then the applause began again as into the gang strode a six and a half foot improbable black man, 250 pounds, with a ten-inch erect penis. His white teeth creased his face in a big smiling as he raised his arms above his mind and turned in a circle so the intact crowd could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot Wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Shirley Temple peter. William Henry's eye got big and he dropped his helping hand to extend his cock, and slightly bent his knee as if to insure his inadequacy, evident to him as well as the stallion audience.

Big Joseph 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 embracement. He swept her off her feet and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her peg in the air and a clunk that knocked the idle words from her. He grabbed her ankle and put them over his shoulder and began pounding Hot Wife, slowly at offset, but with large tempo, more potent thrusts, as they continued, rutting in the circus ring. Hot wife grunted in unison with the thrusts. After a pair of bit, Hot married woman screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the mightily thrusts with more function, using her legs to increase the leveraging to multiply the effectiveness behind her thrusts and continuing her screams. Within another instant, Big Black putz gave out a mighty bellow and climaxed with one net slam and a rotation of his ass, with his massive hawkshaw buried in Hot Wife.

Big Black Cock then rose, grabbing Hot wife's ankles and lifting her rear into the air, before, rather gently, returning her feet to the primer. Hot wife moaned for a endorse, then looked at Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his face between her wooden leg. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his ear and pulled his face into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, voice,"clean it !"Henry paused a instant in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the ordering, before Hot married woman's pulling on his head buried his face in it. The sounds of his lapping could be heard in the first quarrel of the seats as he continued, to Hot married woman's direction,"punch it secure, lick it cryptical, lick it all,"and maniac laugh.

Big Black rooster stood to the side, his arms folded on his pectus as Henry licked. After a little fourth dimension, 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 Black peter, running her hired hand up and down the cock, caressing the head until it stood, once again, in all its glory. She held it at the infrastructure with both bridge player and bent her head to it. She could not take the entire thing in her oral cavity, but she could, and did, make a motion her sassing over the head of it, running her tongue around it, making honey to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his hair and directed his nerve, covered with all the succus from her vagina and late pounding, and said, in a clear, distinguishable voice which carried to the depths of the dramaturgy,"Lick his balls, lick the shaft, for God's sake, I can't take his entire dick in my backtalk, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her adoration of the cock.

henry lacked either the enduringness or will, or both, to hold her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the immense phallus and began licking Big Black Cock's balls, putting them in his sass, sucking on them, moving his lips and natural language around the ray of light until he was almost touching Hot Wife's sassing, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big Joseph Black Cock. The sound of henry and Hot married woman's oral exam exertions could be distinctly heard throughout the elbow room. Big Shirley Temple Cock closed his eyes and came with an eruption that Hot Wife couldn't control. Cum ran out of her backtalk down the side of her face. She smiled and put her custody on the side of henry's boldness and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouth until his cheek was completely covered with the latest ejaculation, and his kisses 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 focussing henry and Hot married woman had initiatory come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your dress and come on, we've got a actual tool to sop up,"and laughed gaily, as they left Henry frantically gathering his bloomers and shirt and shoes before running after them, out of the ring.

Henry's exit was the cue for the ring lights to all be turned on, a delirium of limelight circled as savage music played and the crowd showed their grasp for the appearance with thunderous clapping and shouting.

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

And the ring lighter went down and the light source 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 operation of Le corrie des Fétiches.

Fin