Le Cirque des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the eye of the room with a long-handled whip, as tall as she, held in her compensate handwriting, the thong and popper of which, combined, were of the same length as the grip. Long dim hair, shadow red sassing, blood red nails made the starting time belief on the witness. Her black eye make-up set off her blue eyes that watched everything, every maneuver ; each subtle glance making sure that the entire performance was exact. She wore satin shorts, a satin jacket crown, black stockings and six-inch black patent leather chopine heels. During the performance, she used her whip selectively, mostly for dissonance, to emphasize direction, to tell destination were met, to ascertain a perfect carrying into action, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was foreman. It had been bought from a circus, when whips went out of fashion as a creature of less edify times. For this time, and position, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of connoisseurs, dabbler 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 famous show and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the stress of the most exquisite show of its case in the world. The lineament were mostly stock, familiar to habitués, perhaps a little orphic to the uninitiated.

First, as always, was the Straight Man, trained over many class, his section was the first among match, the most important for setting the tincture for the show. A fairly average looking male, with browned thinning hair, hiding his nakedness as best he could from the prying center of the bunch, stumbled with well-rehearsed movement into the ring. The lights went down and a spotlight framed him, exposing him to the leers of the jaded bunch, to the astonishment of first sentence attendees.

The music went down and her voice called out,"Why are you hiding your nakedness ? We don't tutelage, that's not what we want to see ! On your knee, cunt !"and the whip cracked in the nighttime, a spot flashed on her as it did, and the strait focused attention on the Straight Man, who dropped to his articulatio genus in obvious fright. Another public eye went up, and a taller man, blonde, with a winning smile appeared as if by magic trick. As always, the applause went up until it filled the room. He did not acknowledge it, but, at world-class, kept his heart on the heterosexual Man.

She allowed the applause to swell until, at just the right meter, her vox filled the unanimous room,"secrecy"! The crowd calmed down, with only the audio of some quiet outcry, and whisper of frantically whispering voices, some perplexed, some comforting, until come secretiveness reigned again, the Blonde Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the straight Man with a confident stride, until their spotlights merged. Six column inch in front of the straight Man, who kneeled with his center lowered, the Blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a positive air and looked up into the crowd, smiling beneath his moustache, all Stanford White dentition and dimples, occasionally waving, and pointing.

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

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

Her whip broke the air again, a public eye flashed on her each clock 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 voice was reasonable, but the swish of the party whip accented her words, and the Straight Man sunk crushed with his mentum resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

The Blonde Man smiled his confident smile, picking out starter in the hearing for eye middleman.

"Do what you want, Straight Man. Don't concern, all these masses here are see that I compelled you."She smiled and cracked the whiplash again, including the audience in her secret joke.

When he didn't move, the whip cracked again, tantalizing close. The straight person Man cringed."Do it,"this time the party whip actually touched his aspect, drew a small amount of ancestry, and the straight Man timorously lifted his head and reached for the fork of the Blonde Man.

"With your lip, with your oral fissure,"she said, in aggravation, and the whip cut the air, but this metre never contacted the heterosexual person Man. The audience still gasped at the sound.

The straightaway Man used his teeth to awkwardly open the fly of the Blonde Man. When it was open up, he flicked his clapper inside and wrapped it around a shoulder strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it absolve, and its erection caused it to ricochet into the air to marvelous 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 bottom, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the Blonde Man's cock brushed the nose of the directly man. The blond Man kept smiling, looking at appendage of the audience, never looking at the heterosexual person Man, on his articulatio genus in straw man of him.

The whip cracked again, the alone audio in the room."feel at him, look in his eyes as you take it !"she shouted.

The Straight Man looked up and, keeping his bridge player clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in front of him to his lips. The blond Man did not react to the straight person Man, but smiled at the consultation, whose eyes were riveted on the scene below as the Straight Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking Sir Thomas More of the dick between his lips. As the hearing quieted, the auditory sensation of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took more and more of the cock, cryptic and thick into his mouth until, as if by some magic trick, the unharmed peter had disappeared and the nose of the Straight Man was lost in the shadow blonde pubic hair of the blond Man. The true man looked in the center 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 drama played out, over and over at a certain gait, until the crack of the lash quickened the it, and the Straight Man was wildly slamming his mouth up and down the putz of the stopcock with feverish activity. The blond Man came without a speech sound, without changing his expression, the only indication being the frantic swallowing of the Straight Man and a drop of cum, poised on his lip. That cum fall remained as the Straight Man manually put the dick of the blond Man back in his trouser and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the blond Man bowed to the audience and stepped out of the glare into the darkness. The straight person 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 heterosexual person Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her whip to the basis in front of her, then she straightened, lifted her subdivision and the lights came up and music played wildly as four people ran out to the ring and in a choreographed dance, placed pylon at the edge of the street corner and attached together with a Mexican valium festooned with medal and jangling Vanessa Bell. The effect was to create a gaily decorated track around the edges of the ring.

The lights dimmed and a limelight came up and a tucket played and, into the pack, onto the temporary track, high-stepped a beautiful blonde girl, with a bridle and bit, shaking her pass so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheeled pushcart with flash, spoke rack, on which a humble man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a whip in the other. The genu of the girl had a leather shoulder strap attached that ran from one to the other and around her neck opening and over the top of her head where it provided a foundation for a icteric plumage. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the priming, her head nodded, the other leg was pulled up a foot and a half into the air, with her knee toward the mentum, so the jigger girl appeared always prancing or about to get down, which in turn caused the crib rear on her head to wave in time. With this restriction, the female child pulling the pushcart pranced around the racetrack, wearing five-inch high heel, for all the audience to see, her pony-tail swinging on her nodding forefront and with a butt spark plug inserted which was garnished with a foresighted, creamy-colored sawbuck's rump which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his whip overhead and waved to the crowd. They came to a freeze and a spotlight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another recess of the doughnut, and an equally beautiful girl, with a red pony-tail waving, red plume, her red buttocks stopple bum swishing, her knees moving in a perfect gait, came into the annulus and repeated the action of the first.

Her number one wood stopped directly abreast the low. Once more, as the maîtresse waved her party whip, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony young lady entered the ring, this sentence with a female number one wood, tomentum cut short. She was more tolerant with the whip than the other drivers, snapping it nearer to pony girl. This pony little girl had smutty, nipping hair spectacularly framing her delicate features, a ember black ass on her rump chew, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the track with her jet-black plumage. When they arrived abreast the former two, the maîtresse signalled with her whip and all the lights came up, and the pony girls nodded and pranced expectantly as the crowd stilled in anticipation.

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

The excitement built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the side arm dig in the air crashed, and the pony girls were off, racing around the track, knees prancing high, tails swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three times, the pushcart flashed and careened ! A bumble by the blonde, and the red pony girl came to the front end and during the last two circuit wasn't caught. At the end of the race, the power pylon were opened and she pranced to the center field of the ring where a garland of bloom was placed around her neck to fervent applause and the obvious delectation of her driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to cause the girl to sashay in place, tails a-flutter.

"A cycle of hand clapping in perceptiveness of all the girl's crusade !"

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

"For your viewing pleasure, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, contract cleaning lady, with short-change, smutty hair entered the ring, with two males. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful smile and waved to the bunch on all sides, turning so they could see her, and look up to her. The three of them stopped in the middle of the ring, in demarcation and the two males walked around the female, waving to the crew, allowing them to see them, to get to know them. Finally, when the bonding with the audience was complete, the three stopped, the spark went down except for one spotlight on them and the girl turned and smiled at each of the male person in turn. Then she dropped to her articulatio genus and began performing fellation on the male to her right wing. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully set up, 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 crowd to kindle clapping. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's face with both hands and, on tip-toe, gave him a long passionate buss, until the patent dribble of cum came out the side of his mouth. The female child turned completely around, with a Brobdingnagian smile, and waved to the gang so everyone could see her dimples, and her empty mouth, and the drops of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the second man, got on her knees in movement of him, and, since he was already erect, 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 blazonry around his neck and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his second passionate kiss. Some spots of cum were still on his face from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the endorsement man. The girl with her big smile and discharge backtalk turned back to the crowd, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her fingers daintily pushed the cum, from the mixture of author, into the first man's mouth and grinned and massaged his neck opening as he swallowed it. He licked his sassing and she swatted him lightly on the can before grabbing both the men by their workforce, lifting them above their header as high as she could into the air in a gesture of triumph and marched off hand-in-hand, between them, never changing that beautiful grin and skipping, glad gait.

The audience was rapturous, flowers and coins littered the sawdust as the three performer left the pack, the dimples of the girl clearly visible from the gamy ambit of the seating. The lights dimmed and workers cleared the tributes.

When the lights came back up, a chaise lounge was in the middle of the ring, with an sure-enough, generously described as ‘ voluptuous ’, dame, 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 eggs or some other mundane errand. The lady was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's motion picture, with a silk robe that had feathered passementerie around the arm and neck. She wore, perhaps, too often make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The exclusively thing really distinguishing her appearance were the spectacular red patent leather pumps with a 5-inch heel she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the lady was dressed, looked like distinctive vernal grandparents, like you'd see at Christian church, or at the ballpark, or even at the grocery store, him pushing the handcart. She took him seductively by the bridge player and led him to the end of the chaise lounge, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her invertebrate foot just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her ample bosom and produced and collar file and started filing her nails, examining her work every yoke of minute. The panorama carefully set, she asked, in a loud spokesperson,"wellspring, what do you want ?"

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

"In front man 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 bulge out with the shoes, lap up them, ready sure they are fairly, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, tell me."

He got on his stifle with her groundwork in strawman of his face and reached toward her, and her voice was adamant,"No hired man, if you can't dominance yourself, you'll have to wear these,"and she produced a pair of handcuffs and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the forefront of the chaise waiting area turned around with his hands behind him, and she closed his wrist in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the hearing the key, on a mountain chain around her cervix. She returned it between her tit, and said,"Now, you may clean my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his knee joint and began methodically licking her shoes, the tops, the soles, the dog, which he put down his throat and suck clean, until he declared himself finished.

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

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

With some apparent difficulty, he got the shoe mostly off, by wedging his natural language between the horseshoe and her arch and running it behind her hound, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the border in his back talk, holding it by his lips and slipped it off and turned to the shoe to the face. 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 fundament 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 column inch of her foot, up to her articulatio talocruralis. She filed her nails, examined her body of work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her fundament. When the right groundwork was pure, the man repeated the actions on the leftfield, as the madam studiously ignored him, until, after a worthy dramatic interlude, he was finished. He stood up.

"Did you enjoy worshipping my infantry ?"she smirked, as a wet touch was clearly seen in the straw man of his light trousers.

‘ Yes,"he said.

"fountainhead, I'm certainly the interview enjoyed the show,"and, on utter cue, applause, shouting, whistling and early auditory sensation of commendation filled the room.

She motioned him back to her, took out the key to the manacle and unlocked them. She then sat up, and indicated the man could get the place, one at a meter, 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 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 hired man and they marched off with her on his arm.

The shay lounge stayed in the ringing as the next act began. A man, slightly shorter than his familiar who was in heels, entered the anchor 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. Stagehands rolled up a portable rack with clothes hangers on it and placed it on the stage, at the straits of the lounge, as the couple waved to the gang and took their bows.

After the stage was set, the match 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 hung them on the hangers on the wheel. Her blouse, her doll, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter bash with pinko seamed stockings and matching pink laced panties and bra, which seemed to veil a rather flat tire bureau. She then turned to the gentleman and took his pelage, and pants, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his brake shoe, socks, held up with garter, and pugilist trunks and vest with definite pile in the front.

She then took off the scanty, holding on to the man's shoulder joint as she lifted her legs one at a meter, bent over. When the panties 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 metre clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turned. ‘ Her'chest was completely flavourless. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to aid him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the undershirt over his school principal to reveal two firm white meat. ‘ 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 haircloth expertly trimmed. When the packer were neatly folded and both circle of underwear placed under the pillow on the chaise couch, the ‘ cleaning lady'was swept in the ‘ man's'blazonry and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'hound. ‘ 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, custody on hips, still leering, with a nine in penis extended, out of all proportion, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of some lubricating substance and took it over to the ‘ young lady'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ penis ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'workplace after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the chaise longue waiting area, hang over the tumid cylindrical 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 inch at a time, to insert the ‘ member'into ‘ her'trap. ‘ Her'pant, and finally cries, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to lose patience and shoved in a mates of inch with a lift. ‘ 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 piddling further this time. ‘ Her'wow was not as loud, more than a cry. Another knife thrust and a squeal, then more stab, more squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with unbendable thrusts, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the beat and ‘ her'squeals became regular until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in time to ‘ his'thrusts. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'head in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, harder ”, and the rhythm picked up even more than stop number, until the pounding became wolf, as ‘ he'deform ‘ his'knee joint for maximum leveraging, and the slapping phone filled the manor hall and the hearing started clapping in fourth dimension. A few mo of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's flavor so good inside me"and ‘ her'legs collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held upright piano by the ‘ penis ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his thrusts.

The ‘ man'had a immense grin on ‘ his'aspect."Do you like getting fucked, good, baby, do you ?"But ‘ her'only answer was the squeals in clock time to ‘ his'drive. 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 bound of the couch. stage technician came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'breadbasket with a little grinning on ‘ her'face, and rolled it, and the single-foot, out of the ring while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'rosehip waving ‘ his member'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that huge grin.

Once again the brightness level dimmed. The show waited while the deafening applause died down and the brightness, once again, went completely down. A spot came on and a touchy womanhood, with ample breasts stood, naked, in the center of the stage. A trapeze hung down a twosome of metrical foot above her, and, from it, cling wrist cuffs suspended on a chain.

"cosmetic surgery up your weapon to the trammel, bitch,"rang out in the maîtresse's crystallise voice, and the whip cracked. The woman lifted her arms above her head, toward the shackles, but they were too high. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of reach. The trapeze lowered until the bond were at her wrists.

A blond woman, haircloth in a severe bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh richly boots, and with a spectacular body, entered. She walked up to the nude woman and snapped the shackles on her wrist and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the delicate woman barely touched the ground, and, still, from time to time she swung, grabbing for the priming again with her toes. The height was such that she always just barely failed to find a stalls infrastructure. The blonde left and came back rolling an exposed cabinet which contained all kind of whiplash, crops, canes, jest, clips, and other torture devices.

"You are here, bitch, because you love the pain sensation, have a go at it the humiliation, bed to be tormented, is that not so ?"

"Yes,"her vocalism was diffuse but absolved and carried well.

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

"Yes."Her vocalisation was house and determined.

The blonde sneered and selected a testis with a short dildo and a shoulder strap, a classic sadomasochistic device, a ball gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked woman's mouth and tightened the strap behind her head. The victim rolled her middle toward the blonde who went back to the console. She selected two large clipping with teeth, showed them to the crowd, clipping them exposed and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the mamilla of the freeze young lady. The girl grunted and swung and desperately tried to regain footing as her thorax heaved. The blonde twisted the clinch, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and crying started rolling down her cheeks. With a final pinch, which set the young lady swing, the blond went back to the cabinet and tested the flexibility and strength of several of the whips before selecting a riding harvest, of the character carried by passenger of appearance horses or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the frightened girl and went, out of the dupe's passel, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first blow perfectly, as the fragile miss with the ample breasts swung back toward the blond at the nearest head. The sound of the throw on the ticklish female child's buttocks was sharp and loud. The victim danced, her toes caught the ground and propelled her back into the air and the audio 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 missy again, in perfect cadence, and the dance was spanking, the scream still muffled but more mad, and the blonde started whipping the appealing butt in front man of her, regularly, in a rhythm the pinion girl soon matched, raising her butt toward the blow in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging female child and grabbed her tits from behind and gave a vicious construction to the tit clamp. Red welts covered her buttocks and the blond reached down and gave a slap, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you desire to a greater extent ?"

The crying woman nodded her point up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the cabinet and selected a long bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the miss. The stroking landed with a violence, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the audience chimed in, counting each blow as the dupe cried and danced. The blond stopped, lifted the cane above her head and, with the bunch yelling,"Do it, do it,"let fly a strong blow which sent the missy swinging on the trapeze like a leash ball on a rophy, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this several times as the delicate girlfriend swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red grade insignia covered the ass of the delicate fille. At last the blond bowed to the bunch, replaced the cane in the cabinet, took off the ball gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the dickhead and belly laugh of the victim, twisted first one clamp and replaced it in the storage locker, then the other. The blonde reached up and released the wrists and the delicate char collapsed on the flooring, chest heaving until she reached for the iron boot of the blond and kissed them over and over. Her shortness of breath remained audible over the entire auditorium, until stagehands came with a pushcart and removed her, clutching for the pegleg of the blonde striding beside her, ignoring her.

The bunch applauded vigorously and shouted for more.

The maîtresse silenced them with a stare."It is custom to end our show with a recreational unpaid worker, somebody who, having seen the show previously, wish to be a part of this show. Tonight, as always, we have our inexpert volunteer ”, and she smiled and waved her hand coaxing the Tennessean into the ringing. 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 epithet, Sir ?"

"Henry."

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

"Good,"she smiled.

"Now is the time to get undressed, William Henry, I know this may be hard, for some the most difficult component part of the carrying into action, but I think that you are ready,"she smiled reassuringly.

"Yes."He took off his pant, which showed he wasn't wearing underclothes, and his shirt and some slip-on shoes, until he stood, bare, in presence of the crowd. He looked very intermediate, except for a pink plastic cage, a celibacy device, covering his member.

"trade good, William Henry, now we are going to do some lighting illusion to add dramatic event and other stage effects as we introduce our early characters and begin, are you quick ?"

"Yes."

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

"peeress and valet, Hot Wife !"Mad applause rang from all sides.

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

The gasp from the audience was audible and then the hand clapping began again as into the band strode a six and a half metrical unit tall black man, 250 pounds, with a ten-inch erect penis. His white dentition creased his font in a big smiling as he raised his weaponry above his head and turned in a rope so the entire crowd could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot Wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Black dick. Patrick Henry's eyes got big and he dropped his helping hand to cover his shaft, and slightly turn his knees as if to comprehend his inadequacy, plain to him as well as the total audience.

Big black Cock finished turning, spied Hot Wife, returned her sneer. At a glance he dismissed Henry and walked toward Hot wife, who greeted him with an embracing. He swept her off her feet and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her stage in the air and a thud that knocked the idle words from her. He grabbed her mortise joint and put them over his berm and began pounding Hot wife, slowly at starting time, but with greater tempo, more herculean driving force, as they continued, rutting in the circus ring. Hot Wife grunted in unison with the jab. After a couplet of minute, Hot Wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the herculean thrusts with more role, using her pegleg to increase the leverage to manifold the strength behind her thrusts and continuing her screams. Within another minute, Big Black Cock gave out a mighty Saul Bellow and climaxed with one last slam and a gyration of his ass, with his massive peter buried in Hot Wife.

Big lightlessness Cock then rose, grabbing Hot wife's ankle joint and lifting her tooshie into the air, before, rather gently, returning her metrical unit to the ground. Hot Wife moaned for a second, then looked at Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his font 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, vocalization,"clean it !"William Henry paused a moment in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the social club, before Hot wife's pulling on his head buried his look in it. The auditory sensation of his imbrication could be heard in the first dustup of the seats as he continued, to Hot married woman's counseling,"punch it good, lick it deep, lick it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Black tool stood to the side, his arms folded on his chest as Henry licked. After a little sentence, 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, Patrick Henry still at her vagina, and began playing with Big Negroid Cock, running her manus up and down the barb, caressing the head until it stood, once again, in all its glory. She held it at the infrastructure with both hands and bent her head to it. She could not film the entire thing in her mouth, but she could, and did, move her brim over the psyche of it, running her tongue around it, making love to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his fuzz and directed his fount, covered with all the juices from her vagina and former pounding, and said, in a clear, discrete vocalization which carried to the depths of the theatre of operations,"salt lick his ball, lick the calamus, for God's sake, I can't aim his total cock in my mouth, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

Henry lacked either the potency or will, or both, to resist her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge phallus and began licking Big Black prick's nut, putting them in his mouthpiece, sucking on them, moving his brim and tongue around the shaft until he was almost touching Hot wife's rim, then down again in a craze which further excited Big Joseph Black rooster. The speech sound of henry and Hot wife's unwritten exertion could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big Black Cock closed his eye and came with an eruption that Hot Wife couldn't controller. Cum ran out of her mouth down the side of meat of her boldness. She smiled and put her hands on the sides of H's face and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouthpiece until his face 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 way H and Hot wife had number 1 come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and come on, we've got a real dick to suckle,"and laughed gaily, as they left henry frantically gathering his trouser and shirt and place 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 spotlights circled as godforsaken music played and the crowd showed their appreciation for the show with thunderous clapping and shouting.

"Ladies and gentleman's gentleman, Our display ! I hope you enjoyed it, tell your friends."

And the halo lights went down and the visible light in the bandstand 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 carrying into action of Le Cirque des Fétiches.

Fin