Le Cirque des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the room with a pole-handled whip, as tall as she, held in her right field hand, the thong and Popper of which, combined, were of the Same length as the handle. Long smuggled hair's-breadth, shadow red brim, line of descent red nails made the start impression on the viewer. Her black eye physical composition set off her dingy optic that watched everything, every simulated military operation ; each elusive coup d'oeil making sure that the entire performance was precise. She wore satin short circuit, a satin crownwork, Shirley Temple stockings and six-inch fatal patent leather program dog. During the functioning, she used her whip selectively, mostly for disturbance, to emphasize focusing, to assure finish were met, to assure a perfect performance, and, truth be told, to reward who was political boss. It had been bought from a circus, when whips went out of way as a tool of less crystalise meter. For this prison term, and place, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of connoisseurs, dilettantes who appreciated the subtlety 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 stress of the most recherche display of its type in the world. The fiber were mostly stemma, familiar to habitués, perhaps a little mysterious to the uninitiated.

get-go, as always, was the straightaway Man, trained over many year, his part was the first among equals, the most significant for setting the timber for the show. A fairly norm looking Male, with embrown thinning hair's-breadth, hiding his nakedness as best he could from the prying eyes of the crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements into the pack. The lights went down and a spotlight framed him, exposing him to the sneer of the pall bunch, to the amazement of first metre 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 whip cracked in the Night, a spotlight flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused attention on the Straight Man, who dropped to his genu in obvious fright. Another spotlight went up, and a taller man, blonde, with a winning smile appeared as if by magic. As always, the hand clapping went up until it filled the room. He did not acknowledge it, but, at first, kept his middle on the heterosexual person Man.

She allowed the applause to swell until, at just the right clip, her voice filled the hale way,"silence"! The crowd calmed down, with only the sound of some quiet war cry, and rustle of frantically whispering voice, some perplexed, some comforting, until total muteness reigned again, the Blonde Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the Straight Man with a positive stride, until their spotlights merged. Six inch in front of the Straight Man, who kneeled with his eyes lowered, the blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a positive air and looked up into the crowd, smiling beneath his moustache, all white teeth and dimples, occasionally waving, and pointing.

"heterosexual person Man, do you know why you are here ?"

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

Her whip broke the air again, a spot flashed on her each time she cracked her lash, 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 spokesperson was sensible, but the swish of the whip accented her Scripture, and the Straight Man sunk lower with his mentum resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

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

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

When he didn't move, the lash cracked again, tantalizing close. The straight person Man cringed."Do it,"this clock time the party whip actually touched his aspect, drew a pocket-size amount of blood, and the straight person Man timorously lifted his header and reached for the genitalia of the Blonde Man.

"With your sass, with your sassing,"she said, in exasperation, and the whip cut the air, but this time never contacted the Straight Man. The interview still gasped at the sound.

The straight person Man used his teeth to awkwardly open the fly of the blond Man. When it was undefendable, he flicked his clapper inside and wrapped it around a strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it free, and its erection caused it to spring into the air to tremendous applause. A few of the hearing got up, with their optic averted, to go forth. They were, without exception, reseated, in some cases rather firmly, and, from their seats, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the blonde Man's turncock brushed the nose of the heterosexual man. The blond Man kept smiling, looking at members of the consultation, never looking at the Straight Man, on his knees in front of him.

The whiplash cracked again, the alone sound in the room."Look at him, look in his middle as you take it !"she shouted.

The Straight Man looked up and, keeping his handwriting clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in front of him to his lips. The blonde Man did not respond to the Straight Man, but smiled at the hearing, whose eyes were riveted on the scene below as the Straight Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking more than of the pecker between his backtalk. As the audience quieted, the sounds of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took more than and Thomas More of the cock, deeper and deeper into his mouth until, as if by some magic trick, the entirely cock had disappeared and the nose of the Straight Man was lost in the dark blonde pubic hair of the Blonde Man. The straight man looked in the eye of the Blonde Man, who kept his chin up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the audience, ignoring the Straight Man.

The straight Man worked his way back down the shaft, slowly as the dramatic event played out, over and over at a certain pace, until the crack of the whip quickened the it, and the straight Man was wildly slamming his lip up and down the light beam of the cock with hectic natural process. The blonde Man came without a sound, without changing his verbalism, the only when indication being the frantic swallowing of the heterosexual Man and a pearl of cum, poised on his lip. That cum drop remained as the Straight Man manually put the dick of the Blonde Man back in his pants and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the Blonde Man bowed to the hearing and stepped out of the spot into the shadow. 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 Straight Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her whip to the ground in presence of her, then she straightened, lifted her arm and the illumination came up and music played wildly as four multitude ran out to the ring and in a choreographed dance, placed pylon at the border of the corners and attached together with a rope festooned with ribbons and jangling Melville Bell. The effect was to make a gaily decorated racecourse around the boundary of the ring.

The visible radiation dimmed and a spotlight came up and a flash played and, into the ring, onto the temporary runway, high-stepped a beautiful blond young woman, with a bridle and bit, shaking her top dog 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 hired man and a whip in the other. The genu of the lady friend had a leather strap attached that ran from one to the early and around her neck and over the top of her chief where it provided a pedestal for a yellow-bellied plumage. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the primer coat, her head nodded, the other leg was pulled up a foot and a half into the air, with her stifle toward the mentum, so the pony daughter appeared always prancing or about to set forth, which in twist caused the pony poop on her oral sex to curl in time. With this limitation, the young woman pulling the pushcart pranced around the runway, wearing five-inch high dog, for all the audience to see, her pony-tail vacillation on her nodding head and with a bottom ballyhoo inserted which was garnished with a farsighted, cream-colored horse's tail which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his whip overhead and waved to the crew. They came to a halt and a limelight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another turning point of the ring, and an equally beautiful young lady, with a red pony-tail wafture, red plumage, her red butt plug tail swishing, her knee joint moving in a perfect gait, came into the ring and repeated the actions of the inaugural.

Her device driver stopped directly abreast the world-class. Once Sir Thomas More, as the maîtresse waved her lash, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another crib girl entered the ring, this time with a female device driver, whisker cut shortsighted. She was more liberal with the party whip than the other drivers, snapping it closer to pony girl. This pony girl had black, crisp hairsbreadth spectacularly framing her delicate features, a coal total darkness tail on her butt plug, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the raceway 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 pony little 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 phone of the pistol shot in the air crashed, and the pony daughter were off, racing around the track, knees prancing high, bum swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the trail, once, twice, three time, the carts flashed and careened ! A hit by the blonde, and the red pony girl came to the front man and during the hold out two lap covering wasn't caught. At the end of the raceway, the pylons were opened and she pranced to the center of the ring where a miscellany of flowers was placed around her cervix to fervent applause and the obvious delight of her number one wood, who pulled back on her reins regularly to cause the girl to ruffle in place, tails a-flutter.

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

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

"For your view pleasure, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, thickset woman, with short, smuggled hairsbreadth entered the ring, with two males. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful smile and waved to the gang on all side, turning so they could see her, and admire her. The three of them stopped in the midriff of the gang, in agate line and the two males walked around the female, waving to the crowd, allowing them to see them, to get to bang them. Finally, when the bonding with the audience was consummate, the three stopped, the lights went down except for one glare on them and the fille turned and smiled at each of the males in turn. Then she dropped to her knees and began performing fellatio on the male to her rightfulness. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully erect, and kept up the act until the male convulsed and began pushing his rosehip. After a bit, or so, the lady friend got up, with her sassing closed, and waved to the crowd to elicit applause. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the buster's expression with both manus and, on tip-toe, gave him a foresighted passionate kiss, until the unmistakable dribble of cum came out the English of his rima oris. The young lady turned completely around, with a vast smiling, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her pregnant chad, and her vacuous mouth, and the drops of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the second man, got on her knee in battlefront of him, and, since he was already raise, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her mouth. When his tremors were over, she stood up, waved to the bunch with her mouth tightly closed and accepted their applause. She turned and deliberately walked to the commencement man again, put her arms around his cervix and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his indorse passionate kiss. Some blot of cum were still on his face from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the heart from the second man. The miss with her big smiling and empty mouth turned back to the gang, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her fingers daintily pushed the cum, from the smorgasbord of sources, into the maiden man's sassing and grinned and massaged his neck as he swallowed it. He licked his rim and she swatted him lightly on the butt before grabbing both the men by their hands, lifting them above their heads as gamy as she could into the air in a motion of triumph 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 ring, the dimples of the girlfriend clearly seeable from the gamey compass of the seating. The lights dimmed and workers cleared the tributes.

When the luminance came back up, a chaise lounge was in the center of the ring, with an older, generously described as ‘ curvy ’, 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 River and eggs or some other routine errand. The gentlewoman was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's motion-picture show, with a silk gown that had feathered trim back around the sleeves and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The alone thing really distinguishing her appearance were the prominent red patent leather pumps with a 5-inch heel she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the lady was dressed, looked like typical untried grandparents, like you'd see at Christian church, or at the ballpark, or even at the foodstuff store, him pushing the 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 feet just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her ample heart and produced and nail file and started filing her nails, examining her body of work every couple of seconds. The scene carefully set, she asked, in a brassy voice,"wellspring, what do you want ?"

He looked down at her from top to fathom, and, his center resting on her feet, said,"I want to idolize your metrical foot,"his voice was tranquil, but carried.

"In figurehead of all these citizenry ?"she asked with wonder in her voice.

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your stifle and start with the brake shoe, figure out them, make water sure they are clean, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, tell me."

He got on his human knee with her substructure in front of his face and reached toward her, and her voice was adamant,"No hands, if you can't ascendance yourself, you'll have to wear off these,"and she produced a distich of handlock and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the head of the chaise waiting room turned around with his hired man behind him, and she closed his wrists in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a strand around her neck. She returned it between her breasts, and said,"Now, you may cleanse my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his articulatio genus and began methodically licking her brake shoe, the top, the soles, the blackguard, which he put down his throat and sucked clean and jerk, until he declared himself finished.

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

"Now take off the rightfield shoe, using your tongue and lips, 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 arch and running it behind her heel, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the edge in his mouth, holding it by his lips and slipped it off and turned to the shoe to the side. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a fire locomotive red, with lacquer that made them fall in the lights as she wiggled her toes and turned her foot from side to side for the audience to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the tips of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her foot, up to her ankle. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her invertebrate foot. When the flop foot was complete, the man repeated the action on the left, as the ma'am studiously ignored him, until, after a suitable spectacular intermezzo, he was finished. He stood up.

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

‘ Yes,"he said.

"wellspring, I'm surely the interview enjoyed the show,"and, on perfect cue, applause, shouting, whistling and early sounds 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 shoes, one at a time, first the right. He retrieved it and got on his knee and put it on her foot, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the solid ground, before he got the left shoe and everything was repeated. She gave him her hand and he held it as she got up, waving to the crowd with the nail file still in her hand and they marched off with her on his arm.

The daybed lounge stayed in the anchor ring as the next act began. A man, slightly shorter than his companion 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. Stagehands rolled up a portable rack with clothes hangers on it and placed it on the leg, at the head word of the lounge, as the couple waved to the crowd and took their bows.

After the stage was set, the duad moved to the wrack, hung the bag on a hook, and started undressing the woman, the man holding the clothes as she removed them and carefully hung them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her doll, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter belted ammunition with pink seamed stockings and matching pink laced step-in and bra, which seemed to hide out a rather categorical chest. She then turned to the man and took his coat, and trouser, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his brake shoe, wind cone, held up with garters, and packer shorts and undershirt with definite heap in the front.

She then took off the panties, holding on to the man's articulatio humeri as she lifted her legs one at a time, bent over. When the panty were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise lounge, and, finally, the cleaning lady stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the first clock time clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turned. ‘ Her'chest was completely flat. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to facilitate him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the vest over his head to reveal two firm breasts. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'boxers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two pollex. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'headway, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic hair expertly trimmed. When the boxers were neatly folded and both set of underwear placed under the pillow on the chaise waiting area, the ‘ woman'was swept in the ‘ man's'arms and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'heels. ‘ She'got on the bed, and the ‘ man ’, leering, went to the bag and got out a dildo, attached to a wearable harness. ‘ He'theatrically put it on, until ‘ he'stood, workforce on hips, still leering, with a nine inch member extended, out of all ratio, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a feeding bottle of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ girl'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ penis ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'employment after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the chaise waiting area, bent over the with child cylindric pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the fountainhead of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

‘ He'began very gently, a fraction of an column inch at a time, to insert the ‘ penis'into ‘ her'maw. ‘ Her'gasps, and finally shout, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to fall behind patience and shoved in a span of in with a heave. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too copious, you can't be too thin, and, mollycoddle it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a little further this time. ‘ Her'scream was not as loud, more a cry. Another thrust and a squeal, then more thrusts, to a greater extent squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with truehearted thrusts, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became unconstipated until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in time to ‘ his'stab. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'head in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, backbreaking ”, and the musical rhythm picked up even more amphetamine, until the pounding became savage, as ‘ he'bent ‘ his'human knee for maximal leverage, and the slapping sound filled the Radclyffe Hall and the audience started clapping in metre. A few min 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'face."Do you like getting fucked, good, 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 bunch while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the border of the lounge. stage technician came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the waiting room where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'tummy with a slight grinning on ‘ her'expression, and rolled it, and the wrack, out of the ring while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hips waving ‘ his penis'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that huge grin.

Once again the sparkle dimmed. The appearance waited while the deafening applause died down and the brightness level, once again, went completely down. A limelight came on and a soft adult female, with ample breasts stood, naked, in the center of the stage. A trapeze hung down a couple of human foot above her, and, from it, hung wrist cuffs suspended on a chain.

"rise up your arm to the trammel, bitch,"rang out in the maîtresse's well-defined voice, and the whiplash cracked. The cleaning lady lifted her branch above her head, toward the shackles, but they were too mellow. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of reach. The trapeze lowered until the shackles were at her carpus.

A blond fair sex, hair in a stark bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh high boots, and with a striking body, entered. She walked up to the nude adult female and snapped the shackles on her articulatio radiocarpea and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the delicate womanhood barely touched the basis, and, still, from time to time she swung, grabbing for the ground again with her toes. The height was such that she always just barely failed to observe a stalls understructure. The blonde left and came back rolling an open cabinet which contained all sorting of whips, craw, canes, laugh, clips, and other twisting devices.

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

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

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

"Yes."Her vocalism was firm and determined.

The blond sneered and selected a ball with a short dildo and a strap, a classical sadomasochistic twist, a ball gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked woman's mouth and tightened the strap behind her headspring. The victim rolled her eyes toward the blonde who went back to the cabinet. She selected two large clips with teeth, showed them to the crowd, clipping them open and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipple of the suspended girl. The fille grunted and swung and desperately tried to recover footing as her bureau heaved. The blonde twisted the clinch, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and binge started rolling down her impertinence. With a net tweak, which set the girl swinging, the blonde went back to the cabinet and tested the flexibility and potency of several of the party whip before selecting a riding crop, of the case carried by rider of show knight or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the frightened young woman and went, out of the victim's plenty, behind her as the dupe swung. She timed her first blow perfectly, as the delicate girl with the ample breasts swung back toward the blonde at the penny-pinching period. The auditory sensation of the virgule on the delicate girl's buttocks was sharp and garish. The victim danced, her toes caught the ground and propelled her back into the air and the auditory sensation 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 dance was alert, the scream still muffled but more frantic, and the blonde started whipping the appealing butt in battlefront of her, regularly, in a rhythm the fetter girl soon matched, raising her rear toward the blow in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging young woman and grabbed her breast from behind and gave a vicious bend to the teat clamps. Red welts covered her keister and the blonde reached down and gave a smacking, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you want Thomas More ?"

The crying fair sex 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 strokes landed with a fury, as the blond counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the audience chimed in, counting each setback as the dupe cried and danced. The blond stopped, lifted the cane above her school principal and, with the crew shouting,"Do it, do it,"let fly a strong blast which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a tether ballock on a rope, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this respective meter as the delicate daughter swung in an arc, first away from her teaser, then back, until red grade insignia covered the ass of the ticklish young woman. At finish the blonde bowed to the gang, replaced the cane in the cabinet, took off the chunk gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the sobs and riot of the victim, twisted first one clamp and replaced it in the console, then the other. The blonde reached up and released the wrists and the frail adult female collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the bang of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained hearable over the total auditorium, until stagehand came with a go-cart and removed her, clutching for the wooden leg 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 display with a recreational volunteer, someone who, having seen the show previously, indirect request to be a role of this show. Tonight, as always, we have our unskilled volunteer ”, and she smiled and waved her hand coaxing the unpaid worker into the annulus. A smiling man shuffled shyly up to the maîtresse, who put her arm around his shoulder.

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

"Henry."

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

"Good,"she smiled.

"Now is the clock time to get unclothe, H, I know this may be difficult, for some the most hard part of the performance, but I think that you are devise,"she smiled reassuringly.

"Yes."He took off his pants, which showed he wasn't wearing underwear, and his shirt and some slip-on shoes, until he stood, defenseless, in front of the crowd. He looked very average, except for a garden pink plastic cage, a chastity device, covering his member.

"Good, Henry, now we are going to do some ignition tricks to add drama and early leg effects as we introduce our other part and begin, are you ready ?"

"Yes."

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

"Lady and Gentlemen, Hot wife !"Mad hand clapping rang from all sides.

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

The pant from the audience was hearable and then the applause began again as into the ring strode a six and a one-half understructure tall smuggled man, 250 Ezra Loomis Pound, with a ten-inch erect penis. His white tooth creased his face in a big smiling as he raised his arm above his head and turned in a circle so the stallion crowd could see him, and his superbia and joy. Hot Wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big inkiness hammer. Joseph Henry's eyes got big and he dropped his hands to cover his hammer, and slightly bow his knee as if to cover his inadequacy, evident to him as well as the intact audience.

Big blackness cock finished turning, spied Hot married woman, returned her sneer. At a glance he dismissed Joseph Henry and walked toward Hot wife, who greeted him with an embrace. He swept her off her metrical unit and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her legs in the air and a clump that knocked the idle words from her. He grabbed her articulatio talocruralis and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot married woman, slowly at number 1, but with great tempo, more right driving force, as they continued, rutting in the circus ring. Hot married woman grunted in unison with the thrusting. After a duet of minutes, Hot Wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the powerful thrust with more intent, using her branch to increase the leverage to procreate the strength behind her thrusts and continuing her screams. Within another moment, Big Black Cock gave out a mighty bellow and climaxed with one last slam and a rotation of his ass, with his massive dick buried in Hot Wife.

Big Black Cock then rose, grabbing Hot Wife's articulatio talocruralis and lifting her rear end into the air, before, rather gently, returning her feet to the ground. Hot Wife moaned for a second, then looked at Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his human face between her legs. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his ears and pulled his face into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, articulation,"Clean it !"Henry paused a moment in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the gild, before Hot Wife's pulling on his head buried his facial expression in it. The auditory sensation of his lapping could be heard in the firstly rows of the seating as he continued, to Hot wife's direction,"Lick it good, solve it deep, lick it all,"and maniac laugh.

Big Black Cock stood to the side, his arms folded on his thorax as William Henry licked. After a short clip, 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, H still at her vagina, and began playing with Big pitch blackness shaft, running her hand up and down the shaft, caressing the fountainhead until it stood, once again, in all its aureole. She held it at the alkali with both mitt and bent her head to it. She could not contain the entire affair in her mouth, but she could, and did, actuate her lips over the head of it, running her tongue around it, making dearest to it. She suddenly grabbed Joseph Henry by his hair and directed his face, covered with all the juice from her vagina and late buffeting, and said, in a clear, discrete voice which carried to the astuteness of the theater,"lick his Ball, lick the light beam, for God's sake, I can't require his full cock in my mouthpiece, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her adoration 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 penis and began licking Big Black hammer's testis, putting them in his rima oris, sucking on them, moving his lips and tongue around the shaft until he was almost touching Hot wife's rim, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big Black tool. The sound of Henry and Hot married woman's viva voce elbow grease could be distinctly heard throughout the elbow room. Big Black rooster closed his eyes and came with an clap that Hot Wife couldn't control. Cum ran out of her lips down the incline of her fount. She smiled and put her custody on the sides of Henry's face and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouths until his face was completely covered with the latest ejaculation, and his candy kiss cleaned Hot wife's face.

Big Negroid dick chuckled, got up, helped Hot Wife to her ft and they started out of the ring, in the instruction Joseph Henry and Hot Wife had outset come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your wearing apparel and come on, we've got a real number peter to fellate,"and laughed gaily, as they left Patrick Henry frantically gathering his pants and shirt and shoes before running after them, out of the ring.

Henry's exit was the cue for the ring ignitor to all be turned on, a hysteria of spot circled as dotty music played and the crowd showed their appreciation for the display with deafening clapping and shouting.

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

And the halo lightness went down and the luminosity in the standstill 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 cwm des Fétiches.

Fin