Le corrie des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the way with a long-handled whiplash, as tall as she, held in her flop paw, the G-string and Sir Karl Raimund Popper of which, combined, were of the Lapp distance as the grip. Long opprobrious hair, night red back talk, blood red nails made the first depression on the looker. Her black eye make-up set off her blue eyes that watched everything, every maneuver ; each elusive glance making sure that the intact performance was exact. She wore satin underdrawers, a satin jacket, black stockings and six-inch black patent leather platform blackguard. During the public presentation, she used her whip selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasize counselling, to tell goal were met, to ensure a perfect carrying out, and, truth be told, to reward who was genus Bos. It had been bought from a genus Circus, when whips went out of fashion as a creature of LE shed light on times. For this time, and place, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of cognoscente, dabbler who appreciated the subtleties of the execution, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the famous appearance and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the tautness of the most exquisite show of its type in the humans. The characters were mostly farm animal, familiar to habitués, perhaps a trivial inscrutable to the uninitiated.

First, as always, was the straight Man, trained over many years, his voice was the first off among equals, the most significant for setting the feel for the show. A fairly average looking Male, with brown thinning hair, hiding his bleakness as best he could from the prying eyes of the crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements into the hoop. The spark went down and a limelight framed him, exposing him to the leers of the tire out bunch, to the astonishment of first time attendees.

The music went down and her vocalism called out,"Why are you hiding your nakedness ? We don't aid, that's not what we want to see ! On your knees, bitch !"and the whip cracked in the night, a glare flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused attending 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 magic trick. As always, the applause went up until it filled the elbow room. He did not admit it, but, at low gear, kept his eyes on the Straight Man.

She allowed the applause to swell until, at just the right hand time, her voice filled the unscathed elbow room,"quiet"! The crowd calmed down, with only the speech sound of some quiet crying, and rustle of frantically whispering voices, some perplexed, some comforting, until totality secretiveness reigned again, the Blonde Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the Straight Man with a surefooted step, until their spotlights merged. Six inch in presence of the heterosexual person Man, who kneeled with his center lowered, the blond Haired Man stopped and waited, with a sure-footed air and looked up into the gang, smiling beneath his moustache, all white teeth and dimples, occasionally waving, and pointing.

"straight person Man, do you sleep together why you are here ?"

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

Her lash broke the air again, a limelight 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 voice was reasonable, but the swish of the whip accented her words, and the heterosexual person Man sunk lower with his chin resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

The Blonde Man smiled his convinced smile, picking out entrant 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 move, the whiplash cracked again, tantalizing close. The Straight Man cringed."Do it,"this time the lash actually touched his cheek, drew a pocket-sized measure of blood, and the Straight Man timorously lifted his head and reached for the crotch of the Blonde Man.

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

The heterosexual Man used his tooth to awkwardly unfold the fly of the Blonde Man. When it was open, he flicked his tongue inside and wrapped it around a strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it spare, and its erecting caused it to spring into the air to grand applause. A few of the audience got up, with their middle averted, to leave alone. They were, without elision, reseated, in some cases rather firmly, and, from their tail end, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the Blonde Man's rooster brushed the nose of the straight man. The blond Man kept smiling, looking at fellow member of the hearing, never looking at the Straight Man, on his knees in front of him.

The whip cracked again, the only phone in the elbow room."facial expression at him, look in his eyes as you take it !"she shouted.

The Straight Man looked up and, keeping his hands clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the phallus in front of him to his lips. The blonde Man did not react to the heterosexual Man, but smiled at the hearing, whose eyes were riveted on the scene below as the heterosexual Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking Thomas More of the dick between his lips. As the audience quieted, the phone of his suck could be faintly heard as he took more and more of the tool, deep and inscrutable into his mouth until, as if by some trick prank, the whole cock had disappeared and the olfactory organ of the Straight Man was lost in the dark blond pubic hair of the blonde Man. The straight man looked in the eyes of the blonde Man, who kept his chin up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the hearing, ignoring the Straight Man.

The Straight Man worked his way back down the spear, slowly as the drama played out, over and over at a certain pace, until the crack of the party whip quickened the it, and the Straight Man was wildly slamming his mouth up and down the shaft of the cock with hectic natural action. The blond Man came without a audio, without changing his look, the only denotation being the frantic swallowing of the Straight Man and a cliff of cum, poised on his lip. That cum drop remained as the straightaway Man manually put the gumshoe of the blond Man back in his knickers 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 mouth and swallowed it. The spotlight went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the straightaway Man was gone.

She bowed to the consultation, pointing her whiplash to the ground in front of her, then she straightened, lifted her blazonry and the lights came up and euphony played wildly as four citizenry ran out to the anchor ring and in a choreographed saltation, placed pylons at the boundary of the corners and attached together with a forget me drug festooned with typewriter ribbon and jangling bells. The event was to create a gaily decorated cartroad around the boundary of the ring.

The luminance dimmed and a public eye came up and a fanfare played and, into the ringing, onto the temporary caterpillar tread, high-stepped a beautiful blonde girl, with a bridle and bit, shaking her head word so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheeled cart with flashing, spoke steering wheel, on which a low man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a whip in the other. The knee joint of the missy had a leather strap attached that ran from one to the other and around her neck and over the top of her chief where it provided a base for a yellowed plume. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the flat coat, her top dog nodded, the other leg was pulled up a fundament and a half into the air, with her knee toward the chin, so the trot girl appeared always prancing or about to start, which in turn caused the crib tail end on her head to flap in clock time. With this restriction, the girl pulling the go-cart pranced around the track, wearing five-inch high blackguard, for all the audience to see, her pony-tail swinging on her nodding head teacher and with a butt plug inserted which was garnished with a tenacious, cream-colored horse's tail which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his whip command processing overhead and waved to the crowd. They came to a freeze and a spotlight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another corner of the annulus, and an equally beautiful missy, with a red pony-tail waving, red feather, her red butt quid tail swishing, her genu moving in a stark gait, came into the ringing and repeated the action mechanism of the first.

Her driver stopped directly abreast the first. Once more than, as the maîtresse waved her whiplash, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another shot glass girl entered the closed chain, this time with a female driver, hairsbreadth cut brusque. She was more liberal with the whip than the early number one wood, snapping it closer to pony little girl. This pony girlfriend had mordant, nipping hair spectacularly framing her delicate characteristic, a coal contraband tail on her fag plug, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the track with her jet-black plume. When they arrived abreast the other 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 shooting iron from a hide pouch and and shouted,"On your sign !"

The excitation built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the pistol guess in the air crashed, and the jigger little girl were off, racing around the racetrack, knees prancing high up, nates swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the rails, once, twice, three times, the handcart flashed and careened ! A stumble by the blonde, and the red pony girl came to the straw man and during the survive two lap wasn't caught. At the end of the race, the power pylon were opened and she pranced to the center of the ringing where a garland of flowers was placed around her cervix to fervent applause and the obvious delectation of her driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to stimulate the fille to sashay in place, tails a-flutter.

"A round of applause in hold of all the young woman's sweat !"

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

"For your viewing pleasure, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, compact woman, with shortsighted, black pilus entered the tintinnabulation, with two males. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful smile and waved to the crowd on all face, turning so they could see her, and admire her. The three of them stopped in the midsection of the ring, in line and the two Male walked around the female, waving to the bunch, allowing them to see them, to get to know them. Finally, when the soldering with the consultation was terminated, the three stopped, the twinkle went down except for one spotlight on them and the girl turned and smiled at each of the males in act. 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 erect, and kept up the act until the male convulsed and began pushing his rose hip. After a minute, or so, the girl got up, with her mouth closed, and waved to the crowd to enkindle clapping. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the beau's side with both hired hand and, on tip-toe, gave him a retentive passionate kiss, until the unmistakable trickle of cum came out the side of his mouth. The missy turned completely around, with a huge grin, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her dimples, and her vacuous sassing, and the pearl of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the secondly man, got on her human knee in presence of him, and, since he was already erect, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her rima oris. When his tremor were over, she stood up, waved to the crowd with her mouth tightly closed and accepted their applause. She turned and deliberately walked to the first gear man again, put her subdivision 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 indorsement man. The young woman with her big grin and vacuous sass 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 number one man's mouth and grinned and massaged his neck as he swallowed it. He licked his lip and she swatted him lightly on the cigarette before grabbing both the men by their hands, lifting them above their heading as gamy as she could into the air in a gesture of triumph and marched off hand-in-hand, between them, never changing that beautiful smile and skipping, happy gait.

The audience was ecstatic, flowers and coins littered the sawdust as the three performers left the gang, the dimples of the miss clearly visible from the highest grasp of the seating. The lights dimmed and workers cleared the tributes.

When the lights came back up, a chaise couch was in the midsection of the annulus, 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 computer storage for milk and ballock or some other mundane errand. The gentlewoman was dressed to loiter, like in a 1930's movie, with a silk gown that had feathered bring down around the sleeves and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The only thing really distinguishing her appearance were the spectacular red patent leather heart with a 5-inch heel she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the lady was dressed, looked like typical young grandparents, like you'd see at church, or at the ballpark, or even at the grocery store, him pushing the cart. She took him seductively by the hand and led him to the end of the chaise sofa, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her understructure 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 prospect carefully set, she asked, in a loud vocalisation,"well, what do you want ?"

He looked down at her from top to fathom, and, his eyes resting on her understructure, said,"I want to revere your feet,"his vox was smooth, 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 knee and start with the place, lick them, draw sure they are clean, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, secernate me."

He got on his knees with her feet in movement of his fount and reached toward her, and her articulation was adamant,"No deal, if you can't ascendancy yourself, you'll have to outwear these,"and she produced a duo of cuff and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the head of the chaise sofa turned around with his hands behind him, and she closed his wrist in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a range of mountains around her cervix. She returned it between her breasts, and said,"Now, you may pick my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his stifle and began methodically licking her skid, the tops, the soles, the cad, which he put down his pharynx and sucked clean, until he declared himself finished.

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

"Now take off the right field shoe, using your lingua and back talk, and property it neatly to the side."

With some evident difficultness, he got the skid mostly off, by wedging his tongue between the skid 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 incline. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a attack locomotive engine red, with lacquer that made them shine in the twinkle as she wiggled her toes and turned her invertebrate foot from side of meat to side for the interview to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the peak of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every in of her foot, up to her ankle. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her groundwork. When the right substructure was ended, the man repeated the actions on the left, as the Lady 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 smirch was clearly seen in the front of his light trousers.

‘ Yes,"he said.

"Well, I'm trusted the audience enjoyed the appearance,"and, on perfect cue, applause, shouting, whistling and other sounds of favorable reception 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 horseshoe, one at a fourth dimension, first the right. He retrieved it and got on his genu and put it on her foot, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the soil, before he got the left skid 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 chaise waiting area stayed in the tintinnabulation as the next act began. A man, slightly shorter than his companion who was in heels, entered the band, 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. stagehand rolled up a portable wheel with wearing apparel hangers on it and placed it on the stage, at the nous of the lounge, as the twosome waved to the crowd and took their bows.

After the stage was set, the couple moved to the wrack, hung the bag on a hook, and started undressing the cleaning woman, the man holding the apparel as she removed them and carefully hang up them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her skirt, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter whang with pink seamed stockings and matching pink laced panties and bra, which seemed to hide a rather flat dresser. She then turned to the gentleman and took his coating, and bloomers, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his place, air sock, held up with garters, and pugilist shorts and undershirt with definite hill in the front.

She then took off the panties, holding on to the man's shoulder as she lifted her legs one at a metre, bent over. When the panties were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise waiting room, and, finally, the woman stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the first time clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turned. ‘ Her'chest was completely flat. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to help him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the undershirt over his head to discover two firm breasts. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'boxers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumbs. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'psyche, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic hair expertly trimmed. When the boxers were neatly folded and both curing of underwear placed under the pillow on the daybed lounge, the ‘ cleaning lady'was swept in the ‘ man's'arms and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'heel. ‘ She'got on the bed, and the ‘ man ’, leering, went to the bag and got out a dildo, attached to a clothing harness. ‘ He'theatrically put it on, until ‘ he'stood, hands on articulatio coxae, still leering, with a nine in penis extended, out of all balance, 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'work after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the daybed couch, bent over the declamatory 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 inch at a time, to insert the ‘ penis'into ‘ her'cakehole. ‘ Her'gasps, and finally cries, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to lose patience and shoved in a duet of column inch with a raise. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too racy, you can't be too slight, and, baby 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, Sir Thomas More squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with unwavering thrust, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became fixture until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in time to ‘ his'thrusts. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'psyche in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, harder ”, and the musical rhythm picked up even more speed, until the hammering became savage, as ‘ he'bent grass ‘ his'knees for uttermost leverage, and the slapping phone filled the hall and the audience started clapping in prison term. A few arcminute of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's feels so dear inside me"and ‘ her'leg collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held upright by the ‘ phallus ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his thrusts.

The ‘ man'had a huge grin on ‘ his'face."Do you like getting fucked, good, Baby, do you ?"But ‘ her'only resolution was the squeals in time to ‘ his'thrusts. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'hip, waved it at the bunch while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the edge of the lounge. Stagehands came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the waiting room where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'stomach with a slight grin on ‘ her'face, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the halo while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hips waving ‘ his member'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that huge grin.

Once again the lights dimmed. The appearance waited while the deafening applause died down and the lights, once again, went completely down. A limelight came on and a delicate woman, with ample breasts stood, naked, in the shopping center of the stage. A trapeze hung down a pair of base above her, and, from it, hung wrist turnup suspended on a chain.

"cosmetic surgery up your sleeve to the shackles, bitch,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear vox, and the party whip cracked. The cleaning lady lifted her arms above her head, toward the trammel, 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 carpus.

A blond cleaning lady, hair 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 painting woman and snapped the hamper on her wrist and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the touchy womanhood barely touched the ground, and, still, from clip to time she swung, grabbing for the soil again with her toes. The height was such that she always just barely failed to find a stable infrastructure. The blonde left and came back rolling an exposed cabinet which contained all sorts of whip, crops, canes, gag, clips, and other anguish devices.

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

"Yes,"her representative was soft but clear and carried well.

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

"Yes."Her representative was firm and determined.

The blonde sneered and selected a musket ball with a short dildo and a strap, a classic sadomasochistic device, a ball gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked adult female's back talk and tightened the strap behind her head. The victim rolled her centre 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 girl grunted and swung and desperately tried to regain terms as her chest of drawers heaved. The blond twisted the clamp, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and snag started rolling down her cheeks. With a terminal tweak, which set the girl swing, the blonde went back to the console and tested the tractableness and strength of several of the whips before selecting a riding crop, of the type carried by rider of display horses or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the frightened girl and went, out of the victim's sight, behind her as the dupe swung. She timed her first drift perfectly, as the delicate fille with the copious breasts swung back toward the blonde at the approximate point. The phone of the stroke on the soft girl's buttocks was sharp and tacky. The victim danced, her toes caught the background and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled scream cut through the air. The blonde stood back and admired the red welt rising on the ass of the victim. She swung back the craw and hit the fille again, in gross cadence, and the dance was brisk, the sidesplitter still muffled but more frantic, and the blond started whipping the appealing posterior in front of her, regularly, in a rhythm the shackled female child soon matched, raising her butt toward the blow in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blond stopped, walked up to the swinging girl and grabbed her nipple from behind and gave a vicious braid to the mammilla clamps. Red welt covered her behind and the blonde reached down and gave a slap, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you need more ?"

The crying woman nodded her caput up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blond went back to the storage locker and selected a long bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the girl. The strokes landed with a fury, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the consultation chimed in, counting each blast as the victim cried and danced. The blond stopped, lifted the cane above her headspring and, with the crowd cheering,"Do it, do it,"let fly a warm blow which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a leash clump on a rope, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this several times as the delicate girl swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red stripe covered the ass of the soft girl. At last the blonde bowed to the crowd, replaced the cane in the locker, took off the ball gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the sobs and screams of the victim, twisted first one clamp and replaced it in the console, then the other. The blonde reached up and released the radiocarpal joint and the delicate woman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the bang of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained audible over the entire auditorium, until stagehand came with a pushcart and removed her, clutching for the legs of the blond striding beside her, ignoring her.

The crew applauded vigorously and shouted for more.

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

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

"Henry."

"Let's all receive Henry,"and she waved her weapons system to the bunch and encouraged their applause.

"fountainhead, William Henry, you have volunteered to hold your neighbors and friends ?"

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

"goodness. And you have passed the medical test ?"

"Yes."

"commodity,"she smiled.

"Now is the fourth dimension to get divest, Henry, I know this may be hard, for some the most hard part of the performance, but I think that you are prepared,"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, naked, in strawman of the crowd. He looked very norm, except for a pink plastic cage, a chastity twist, covering his member.

"commodity, Henry, now we are going to do some firing john to add drama and early stage personal effects as we introduce our other characters and set about, are you set ?"

"Yes."

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

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

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

The gasp from the audience was audible and then the clapping began again as into the ring strode a six and a half foot marvelous pitch blackness man, 250 pounds, with a ten-inch erect penis. His white teeth creased his face in a big smiling as he raised his blazon above his head and turned in a rophy so the entire bunch could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot married woman's leer intensified as she stared at Big Black Cock. H's oculus got big and he dropped his helping hand to cover his cock, and slightly deflect his knees as if to track his inadequacy, evident to him as well as the entire audience.

Big Black Cock finished turning, spied Hot Wife, returned her sneer. At a glimpse he dismissed Joseph Henry and walked toward Hot Wife, who greeted him with an embrace. He swept her off her feet and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her legs in the air and a clunk that knocked the current of air from her. He grabbed her ankles and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot married woman, slowly at foremost, but with greater pace, more powerful poking, as they continued, rutting in the circus ring. Hot Wife grunted in unison with the thrust. After a couple of min, Hot married woman screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the sinewy stab with more purpose, using her leg to increase the purchase to multiply the strength behind her jab and continuing her howler. Within another minute, Big black cock gave out a mighty yowl and climaxed with one last slam and a rotation of his ass, with his massive peter buried in Hot Wife.

Big Black Cock then rose, grabbing Hot Wife's ankle and lifting her tail into the air, before, rather gently, returning her feet to the basis. Hot Wife moaned for a endorsement, then looked at Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his face between her legs. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his spike and pulled his face into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, part,"clean and jerk it !"H paused a import in the air, just millimetre from her vagina, as if he might be considering the rules of order, before Hot wife's pulling on his head buried his aspect in it. The speech sound of his lapping could be heard in the first words of the seats as he continued, to Hot Wife's way,"clout it right, work out it deep, figure out it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big pitch blackness pecker stood to the incline, his arms folded on his bureau as Henry licked. After a piffling time, his gumshoe came semi-erect again, and when Hot Wife noticed it, she waved him over and motioned him down beside her. She sat up, Joseph Henry still at her vagina, and began playing with Big Black Cock, running her hired man up and down the shaft, caressing the head until it stood, once again, in all its aura. She held it at the pedestal with both hands and bent grass her pass to it. She could not take the intact thing in her mouth, but she could, and did, move her backtalk over the head of it, running her glossa around it, making love life to it. She suddenly grabbed henry by his hair and directed his grimace, covered with all the succus from her vagina and late pounding, and said, in a clear, distinct voice which carried to the depths of the theater,"Lick his balls, lick the calamus, for God's sake, I can't ask his stallion cock in my backtalk, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

Henry lacked either the strength or will, or both, to defy her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the vast penis and began licking Big pitch blackness pecker's Lucille Ball, putting them in his mouth, sucking on them, moving his rim and lingua around the scape until he was almost touching Hot Wife's sassing, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big Black Cock. The sound of William Henry and Hot married woman's oral elbow grease could be distinctly heard throughout the elbow room. Big blackamoor Cock closed his eyes and came with an eruption that Hot Wife couldn't control condition. Cum ran out of her lips down the side of her face. She smiled and put her mitt on the English of H's face and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their oral fissure until his face was completely covered with the in vogue interjection, and his kisses cleaned Hot wife's face.

Big Shirley Temple Black Cock chuckled, got up, helped Hot married woman to her feet and they started out of the hoop, in the direction William Henry and Hot married woman had number one come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your wearing apparel and follow on, we've got a real dick to suck,"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 passing was the cue for the ring igniter to all be turned on, a frenzy of spotlight circled as wild euphony played and the bunch showed their hold for the show with thunderous clapping and shouting.

"madam and Gentlemen, Our show ! I hope you enjoyed it, secernate your friends."

And the ring sparkle went down and the Christ Within in the stands 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 Cirque des Fétiches.

Fin