Le cirque des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the room with a long-handled whip, as tall as she, held in her right manus, the thong and Popper of which, combined, were of the same length as the handgrip. Long black hair, dark red sass, blood red nails made the first impression on the viewer. Her black eye make-up set off her blue eyes that watched everything, every maneuver ; each insidious glance devising sure that the entire performance was exact. She wore satin shorts, a satin jacket crown, black stockings and six-inch black patent of invention leather platform bounder. During the performances, she used her whip selectively, mostly for haphazardness, to underline direction, to assure goal were met, to control a perfect functioning, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was boss. It had been bought from a circus, when whips went out of manner as a tool of to a lesser extent enlightened fourth dimension. For this time, and place, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of connoisseurs, dilettantes who appreciated the subtleties of the execution, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the notable display and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the tension of the most recherche show of its type in the world. The characters were mostly stock, familiar to habitués, perhaps a little orphic to the uninitiated.

first gear, as always, was the heterosexual person Man, trained over many years, his constituent was the first of all among equals, the most important for setting the tone for the show. A fairly norm looking Male, with brown thinning hair, hiding his nakedness as best he could from the prying middle of the crew, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements 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 starting time time attendees.

The music went down and her phonation called out,"Why are you hiding your nakedness ? We don't care, that's not what we want to see ! On your genu, bitch !"and the whip cracked in the night, a glare flashed on her as it did, and the phone focused attention on the heterosexual person Man, who dropped to his knees in obvious fearfulness. Another spotlight went up, and a taller man, blonde, with a winning smile appeared as if by magic. As always, the applause went up until it filled the elbow room. He did not acknowledge it, but, at starting time, kept his eyes on the straight Man.

She allowed the applause to swell until, at just the right time, her voice filled the completely room,"quiet"! The bunch calmed down, with only the sound of some subdued crying, and rustle of frantically whispering part, some perplexed, some comforting, until total silence reigned again, the blonde Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the Straight Man with a confident pace, until their glare merged. Six inches in front of the straight person Man, who kneeled with his center lowered, the Blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a confident air and looked up into the crowd, smiling beneath his moustache, all whitened teeth and dimples, occasionally waving, and pointing.

"Straight Man, do you fuck why you are here ?"

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

Her party whip broke the air again, a spotlight flashed on her each time she cracked her whip, 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 vox was reasonable, but the swish of the party whip accented her words, and the heterosexual person Man sunk lower with his Kuki-Chin resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

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

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

When he didn't move, the party whip cracked again, tantalizing close. The Straight Man cringed."Do it,"this time the whip actually touched his face, drew a minuscule amount of money of line of descent, and the Straight Man timorously lifted his nous and reached for the crotch of the blonde Man.

"With your mouth, with your mouth,"she said, in aggravation, and the whiplash cut the air, but this metre never contacted the Straight Man. The audience still gasped at the sound.

The heterosexual person Man used his teeth to awkwardly open the fly of the blonde Man. When it was afford, he flicked his natural language inside and wrapped it around a strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it free, and its erection caused it to jump into the air to tremendous hand clapping. A few of the interview got up, with their eyes averted, to leave. They were, without exclusion, reseated, in some cases rather firmly, and, from their posterior, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the blond Man's cock brushed the nose of the straight man. The blonde Man kept smiling, looking at phallus of the audience, never looking at the Straight Man, on his knees in front of him.

The party whip cracked again, the simply sound in the elbow room."Look at him, spirit in his oculus as you take it !"she shouted.

The Straight Man looked up and, keeping his hands clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in front line of him to his sassing. The blond Man did not react to the Straight Man, but smiled at the audience, whose eyes were riveted on the scene below as the straight person Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking to a greater extent of the dick between his brim. As the audience quieted, the sounds of his suction could be faintly heard as he took more and to a greater extent of the shaft, mysterious and profoundly into his oral cavity until, as if by some magical trick, the completely prick had disappeared and the nose of the straightaway Man was lost in the dark blonde pubic hairsbreadth 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 audience, ignoring the straightaway Man.

The heterosexual person Man worked his way back down the shaft, slowly as the drama played out, over and over at a certain tempo, until the crack of the whiplash quickened the it, and the Straight Man was wildly slamming his mouth up and down the calamus of the cock with feverous activity. The Blonde Man came without a sound, without changing his facial expression, the merely indication being the frenetic swallowing of the straight person Man and a drop of cum, poised on his lip. That cum bead 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 blond Man bowed to the audience and stepped out of the spotlight into the dark. The heterosexual Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the drop cloth hanging on his lip into his lip and swallowed it. The spotlight went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the Straight Man was gone.

She bowed to the hearing, pointing her lash to the primer in strawman of her, then she straightened, lifted her blazon and the spark came up and music played wildly as four people ran out to the ring and in a choreographed dance, placed power pylon at the edge of the corners and attached together with a R-2 festooned with thread and jangling Bell. The effect was to create a gaily decorated cartroad around the sharpness of the ring.

The illumination dimmed and a spotlight came up and a tucket played and, into the gang, onto the irregular track, high-stepped a beautiful blonde young lady, with a curb and bit, shaking her top dog so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheel cart with flashing, spoke rack, on which a small man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a whip in the other. The genu of the miss had a leather strap attached that ran from one to the other and around her neck and over the top of her head where it provided a root for a yellow plume. It was of such a duration that, when one leg was on the reason, her head nodded, the former leg was pulled up a foot and a one-half into the air, with her stifle toward the chin, so the pony missy appeared always prancing or about to start, which in act caused the crib tail on her head to wave in time. With this restriction, the girl pulling the cart pranced around the cut, wearing five-inch mellow heel, for all the consultation to see, her pony-tail swinging on her cernuous head and with a tail spark plug inserted which was garnished with a foresightful, cream-colored horse's tail which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his party whip overhead and waved to the crowd. They came to a halt and a public eye narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another box of the ring, and an equally beautiful miss, with a red pony-tail wafture, red plume, her red fag plug tail swishing, her knee moving in a perfect gait, came into the ring and repeated the actions of the first.

Her number one wood stopped directly abreast the first. Once more, as the maîtresse waved her whiplash, the illumination dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony girl entered the ring, this time with a female driver, hair cut light. She was more progressive with the lash than the other drivers, snapping it closer to pony girl. This pony girl had ignominious, frizzly hair spectacularly framing her delicate features, a ember dim tail on her butt ballyhoo, 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 whiplash and all the lights came up, and the pony girlfriend nodded and pranced expectantly as the bunch stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a pistol from a veil scoop and and shouted,"On your home run !"

The excitement built.

"Get Set !"

Then the strait of the pistol dig in the air crashed, and the pony female child were off, racing around the track, knees prancing high, tails swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the course, once, twice, three clock time, the carts flashed and careened ! A trip by the blond, and the red pony girl came to the forepart and during the last two laps wasn't caught. At the end of the airstream, the pylons were opened and she pranced to the center of the tintinnabulation where a chaplet 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 cause the girl to swagger in place, tails a-flutter.

"A turn of applause in appreciation of all the girl's efforts !"

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

"For your viewing pleasance, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, compact womanhood, with short, black tomentum entered the mob, with two males. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful grinning and waved to the crowd on all slope, turning so they could see her, and look up to her. The three of them stopped in the middle of the mob, in line and the two males walked around the female, waving to the gang, allowing them to see them, to get to know them. Finally, when the soldering with the consultation was over, the three stopped, the luminosity went down except for one spotlight on them and the little girl turned and smiled at each of the Male in turn. Then she dropped to her knees and began performing fellatio on the male person to her right field. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully tumid, and kept up the act until the male convulsed and began pushing his hips. After a minute, or so, the fille got up, with her mouth closed, and waved to the crew to arouse hand clapping. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the chap's boldness with both deal and, on tip-toe, gave him a long passionate buss, until the unmistakable dribble of cum came out the side of his mouth. The missy turned completely around, with a immense smile, and waved to the gang so everyone could see her pregnant chad, and her empty sassing, and the drops of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the second man, got on her knees in battlefront of him, and, since he was already tumid, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her mouth. When his tremors were over, she stood up, waved to the gang with her oral fissure tightly closed and accepted their clapping. She turned and deliberately walked to the first man again, put her arms around his neck and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his irregular passionate buss. Some point of cum were still on his grimace from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the second man. The daughter with her big smile and void mouthpiece turned back to the crowd, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her finger's breadth daintily pushed the cum, from the mixture of sources, into the first man's mouth and grinned and massaged his cervix as he swallowed it. He licked his backtalk and she swatted him lightly on the butt before grabbing both the men by their hands, lifting them above their straits as high as she could into the air in a motion of triumph and marched off hand-in-hand, between them, never changing that beautiful grin and skipping, happy gait.

The audience was rapturous, prime and coins littered the sawdust as the three performers left the ring, the dimple of the girl clearly visible from the gamey range of the seating. The luminousness dimmed and actor cleared the tributes.

When the lights came back up, a daybed lounge was in the eye of the mob, 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 depot for milk and eggs or some other mundane errand. The peeress was dressed to mess about, like in a 1930's movie, with a silk gown that had feathered trim around the sleeves and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much physical composition, but, all in all, was attractive. The lonesome thing really distinguishing her appearance were the salient red patent leather pumps with a 5-inch heel she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the ma'am was dressed, looked like typical young grandparents, like you'd see at church, or at the park, or even at the foodstuff storage, him pushing the cart. She took him seductively by the bridge player and led him to the end of the chaise waiting area, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her feet just over the sharpness, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her ample tit and produced and nail file and started filing her nails, examining her work every couple of seconds. The panorama carefully set, she asked, in a loud phonation,"wellspring, what do you want ?"

He looked down at her from top to bottom, and, his eyes resting on her feet, said,"I want to worship your feet,"his phonation was muted, but carried.

"In presence of all these people ?"she asked with wonder in her voice.

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your knees and start with the shoes, lick them, make up sure they are clean, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, separate me."

He got on his genu with her feet in front of his font and reached toward her, and her voice was adamant,"No bridge player, if you can't ascendance yourself, you'll have to tire these,"and she produced a pair of handcuffs and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the point of the daybed lounge turned around with his manpower behind him, and she closed his wrist in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a chain around her neck. She returned it between her breasts, and said,"Now, you may clean house my shoes."

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

She pointed one toe in the air, turned the skid this way and that, then inspected the other the Same way so that the hearing could agree they were cleaned.

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

With some evident difficulty, he got the shoe mostly off, by wedging his tongue between the shoe and her arch and running it behind her bounder, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the sharpness in his mouth, holding it by his lips and slipped it off and turned to the shoe to the side. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a fire engine red, with lacquer that made them reflect 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 crest of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her pes, up to her ankle. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her groundwork. When the right foot was make out, the man repeated the actions on the left, as the gentlewoman studiously ignored him, until, after a desirable dramatic interlude, he was finished. He stood up.

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

‘ Yes,"he said.

"well, I'm sure enough the interview enjoyed the show,"and, on perfect cue, applause, shouting, whistling and former speech sound 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 brake shoe, one at a time, first the rightfield. He retrieved it and got on his stifle and put it on her substructure, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the flat coat, before he got the left brake shoe and everything was repeated. She gave him her hand and he held it as she got up, waving to the crew with the nail file still in her paw and they marched off with her on his arm.

The chaise lounge stayed in the annulus as the adjacent act began. A man, slightly shorter than his companion who was in heel, entered the ring, with the rather ordinary-looking woman on his arm, swinging a bag and laughing as they talked, though what they were saying couldn't be made out. Stagehands rolled up a portable rack with dress hangers on it and placed it on the stage, at the head of the lounge, as the couple waved to the crowd and took their bows.

After the stage was set, the couple moved to the rack, hung the bag on a hook shot, and started undressing the woman, the man holding the clothes as she removed them and carefully give ear them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her wench, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter whang with pink seamed stockings and matching pink laced step-in and bra, which seemed to hide out a rather flat chest. She then turned to the valet and took his coating, and pants, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoes, socks, held up with garters, and boxer shorts and singlet with definite knoll in the front.

She then took off the pantie, holding on to the man's shoulder as she lifted her legs one at a meter, bent over. When the pantie were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise lounge, and, finally, the woman stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the first time clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'plough. ‘ Her'chest was completely prostrate. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to help him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the undershirt over his head to reveal two firm breast. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'drawers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumb. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'oral sex, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic haircloth expertly trimmed. When the boxer were neatly folded and both sets of underwear placed under the pillow on the chaise lounge, the ‘ woman'was swept in the ‘ man's'limb 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, manus on hips, still leering, with a nine inch penis extended, out of all proportion, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a nursing bottle of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ girl'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ member ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'study after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the chaise lounge, hang over the large cylindrical pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the mind of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

‘ He'began very gently, a fraction of an column inch at a fourth dimension, to introduce the ‘ phallus'into ‘ her'kettle of fish. ‘ Her'gasps, and finally war cry, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to lose longanimity and shoved in a couple of column inch with a heave. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too rich, you can't be too flimsy, and, baby it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a little further this sentence. ‘ Her'belly laugh was not as loud, more a cry. Another driving force and a squeal, then more thrusts, more than squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with loyal thrusts, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became regular until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in time to ‘ his'thrusts. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'headway in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, intemperate ”, and the rhythm picked up even More upper, until the throb became brute, as ‘ he'bent ‘ his'knees for maximum leverage, and the slapping sound filled the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and the audience started clapping in time. A few proceedings of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's flavor so good inside me"and ‘ her'ramification collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held upright by the ‘ penis ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his thrusts.

The ‘ man'had a huge smile on ‘ his'aspect."Do you like getting fucked, good, Baby, do you ?"But ‘ her'only resolution was the squeals in fourth dimension to ‘ his'thrusts. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'pelvis, waved it at the crowd while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the edge of the lounge. stagehand came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'belly with a rebuff grin on ‘ her'face, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the hoop while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hips waving ‘ his phallus'in the air, his hired hand clasped together over his hear, and that immense grin.

Once again the lights dimmed. The show waited while the deafening applause died down and the lights, once again, went completely down. A spotlight came on and a delicate woman, with ample knocker stood, raw, in the marrow of the level. A trapeze hung down a couple of feet above her, and, from it, hang up carpus handcuff suspended on a chain.

"rhytidectomy up your arms to the shackles, bitch,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear phonation, and the whiplash 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 shackles were at her radiocarpal joint.

A blond woman, hair in a grievous bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh high kicking, and with a spectacular physical structure, entered. She walked up to the nude woman and snapped the shackle on her carpus and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the touchy woman barely touched the ground, and, still, from time to time she swung, grabbing for the flat coat again with her toes. The height was such that she always just barely failed to find a static base. The blonde left and came back rolling an undefended locker which contained all form of party whip, crops, canes, jest, clips, and former torture devices.

"You are here, bitch, because you love the pain sensation, love the mortification, love to be tormented, is that not so ?"

"Yes,"her voice was soft but all the way and carried well.

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

"Yes."Her part was house and determined.

The blonde sneered and selected a ball with a scant dildo and a strap, a classical sadomasochistic twist, a clump gag. She inserted the dildo in the nude cleaning lady's backtalk and tightened the strap behind her head. The victim rolled her eyes toward the blonde who went back to the console. She selected two expectant magazine with teeth, showed them to the bunch, clipping them open and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the mamilla of the suspended daughter. The daughter grunted and swung and desperately tried to regain footing as her chest heaved. The blonde twisted the clamp, fiddled with them, tweaked them as little girl jumped and grunted and binge started rolling down her impertinence. With a final exam tweak, which set the girlfriend swinging, the blond went back to the cabinet and tested the flexibility and strength of various of the whips before selecting a riding crop, of the eccentric carried by riders of show cavalry or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the fright girl and went, out of the dupe's batch, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first blow perfectly, as the finespun girl with the ample titty swung back toward the blond at the nearest full stop. The sound of the cam stroke on the frail girl's hindquarters was sharp-worded and tawdry. The victim danced, her toes caught the ground and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled scream cut through the air. The blonde stood back and admired the red weal rising on the ass of the victim. She swung back the crop and hit the young woman again, in perfect metre, and the dancing was rattling, the screaming still muffled but more delirious, and the blond started whipping the appealing bum in presence of her, regularly, in a round the shackled girl soon matched, raising her butt toward the blow in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging girl and grabbed her tits from behind and gave a vicious turn of events to the teat clamp. 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 want more ?"

The crying char nodded her school principal 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 apoplexy landed with a Erinyes, as the blond counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the audience chimed in, counting each blow as the victim cried and danced. The blond stopped, lifted the cane above her head and, with the crew yelling,"Do it, do it,"let fly a secure blow which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a tether ball on a R-2, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this several times as the delicate miss swung in an arc, first away from her teaser, then back, until red stripes covered the ass of the finespun girl. At last the blonde bowed to the bunch, replaced the cane in the console, took off the ball gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the shit and scream of the victim, twisted first one clamp and replaced it in the cabinet, then the other. The blonde reached up and released the carpus and the soft woman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the boot of the blond and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained audible over the total auditorium, until stagehand came with a cart and removed her, clutching for the stage of the blonde striding beside her, ignoring her.

The crowd applauded vigorously and shouted for more.

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

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

"Henry."

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

"fountainhead, H, you have volunteered to harbor your neighbor and friend ?"

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

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

"Yes."

"good,"she smiled.

"Now is the time to get ungarmented, Henry, I know this may be difficult, 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, au naturel, in front of the crowd. He looked very average, except for a ping charge plate cage, a sexual abstention device, covering his member.

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

"Yes."

She waved her party whip in the air and, from the Lapplander direction henry came, strode purposefully a rather champaign looking char with a leer on her face.

"lady and valet de chambre, Hot wife !"Mad applause rang from all sides.

"And final stage, but definitely not to the lowest degree, Big Black pecker !"

The gasp from the audience was audible and then the applause began again as into the ring strode a six and a half understructure grandiloquent smutty man, 250 British pound, with a ten-inch erect member. His white teeth creased his cheek in a big grinning as he raised his arms above his pass and turned in a circle so the intact crowd could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Joseph Black dick. William Henry's middle got big and he dropped his hired hand to cover his cock, and slightly bow his knees as if to report his deficiency, evident to him as well as the intact audience.

Big Black Cock finished turning, spied Hot married woman, returned her leer. At a glimpse he dismissed William Henry and walked toward Hot Wife, who greeted him with an embrace. He swept her off her animal foot and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her leg in the air and a thump that knocked the farting from her. He grabbed her ankles and put them over his berm and began pounding Hot Wife, slowly at starting time, but with bang-up tempo, more powerful thrusts, as they continued, rutting in the carnival ring. Hot Wife grunted in unison with the thrusts. After a couple of minutes, Hot Wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the knock-down thrusts with more role, using her peg to increase the purchase to reproduce the strength behind her thrusts and continuing her screams. Within another minute, Big total darkness rooster gave out a mighty bellow and climaxed with one last sweep and a revolution of his ass, with his monumental dick buried in Hot Wife.

Big Black peter then rose, grabbing Hot wife's ankle and lifting her rear into the air, before, rather gently, returning her fundament to the ground. Hot married woman moaned for a indorse, then looked at Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his facial expression between her legs. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his capitulum and pulled his face into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, voice,"clean it !"Henry paused a bit in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the Order, before Hot Wife's pulling on his head buried his face in it. The auditory sensation of his lapping could be heard in the first words of the seats as he continued, to Hot wife's direction,"lap it good, lick it mystifying, clobber it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big total darkness Cock stood to the face, his blazonry folded on his chest as Patrick Henry licked. After a little fourth dimension, his shaft 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 Black Cock, running her hand up and down the shaft, caressing the fountainhead until it stood, once again, in all its gloriole. She held it at the stem with both deal and bent her school principal to it. She could not take the entire matter in her sass, but she could, and did, move her rim over the head word of it, running her tongue around it, making love to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his hair and directed his typeface, covered with all the juice from her vagina and tardy pounding, and said, in a clear, distinguishable phonation which carried to the depths of the theater,"lick his lump, lick the shaft, for God's saki, I can't take his integral cock in my mouth, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her adoration of the cock.

H lacked either the long suit or will, or both, to defy her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge penis and began licking Big Black Cock's clump, putting them in his mouth, sucking on them, moving his sass and tongue around the shaft until he was almost touching Hot married woman's lips, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big Black Cock. The sound of H and Hot wife's oral exam sweat could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big Black Cock closed his eyes and came with an bam that Hot married woman couldn't controller. Cum ran out of her lips down the side of her face. She smiled and put her custody on the face of H'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 kisses cleaned Hot married woman's face.

Big inkiness turncock chuckled, got up, helped Hot Wife to her infantry and they started out of the annulus, in the direction Henry and Hot married woman had first come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and do on, we've got a tangible cock to suck,"and laughed gaily, as they left William Henry frantically gathering his pants and shirt and brake shoe before running after them, out of the ring.

Henry's release was the cue for the tintinnabulation lights to all be turned on, a fury of public eye circled as wild music played and the crowd showed their taste for the show with thunderous clapping and shouting.

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

And the ring lights went down and the luminousness in the rack 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 performance of Le corrie des Fétiches.

Fin