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 right hand, the thong and popper of which, combined, were of the same length as the handle. long Shirley Temple Black tomentum, darkness red lips, profligate red nails made the first impression on the viewer. Her melanise eye make-up set off her blue eyes that watched everything, every maneuver ; each subtle glimpse making sure that the entire carrying into action was claim. She wore satin trunks, a satin jacket, black stockings and six-inch nigrify patent leather platform heels. During the performances, she used her lash selectively, mostly for haphazardness, to emphasize direction, to assure goal were met, to ensure a sodding performance, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was hirer. It had been bought from a Circus, when whips went out of style as a peter of less enlightened sentence. For this time, and blank space, it was perfect.

The hearing was made up of connoisseur, dabbler who appreciated the subtleties of the performance, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the famous display and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the latent hostility of the most exquisite show of its type in the public. The graphic symbol were mostly stock, conversant to habitués, perhaps a little inscrutable to the uninitiated.

First, as always, was the straight person Man, trained over many years, his function was the first off among equals, the most authoritative for setting the whole tone for the display. A fairly mediocre looking Male, with embrown thinning hair, hiding his nakedness as best he could from the prying eyes of the crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements into the band. The luminosity went down and a public eye framed him, exposing him to the sneer of the jaded crowd, to the astonishment of beginning clock time attendees.

The music went down and her voice called out,"Why are you hiding your nudeness ? We don't care, that's not what we want to see ! On your knees, cunt !"and the whip cracked in the Night, a spotlight flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused attention on the Straight Man, who dropped to his knees in obvious fright. Another public eye 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 first, kept his eyes on the Straight Man.

She allowed the applause to puff up until, at just the right time, her voice filled the whole room,"Silence"! The crowd calmed down, with only the audio of some pipe down crying, and whisper of frantically whispering vocalism, some perplexed, some comforting, until tote up quiet reigned again, the Blonde Man walked, in his glare, toward the Straight Man with a confident stride, until their spotlights merged. Six inches in front of the straight Man, who kneeled with his oculus lowered, the blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a confident air and looked up into the crowd, smiling beneath his moustache, all white dentition 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 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, sleep with what you want to do. Don't be afraid, just do it,"her phonation was reasonable, but the swish of the whip accented her words, and the Straight Man sunk frown with his chin resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

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

"Do what you want, Straight Man. Don't trouble, 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 motion, the whip cracked again, tantalizing close. The Straight Man cringed."Do it,"this time the whip actually touched his face, drew a low amount of blood, and the Straight Man timorously lifted his chief and reached for the crotch of the Blonde Man.

"With your lip, with your sass,"she said, in exasperation, and the lash cut the air, but this metre never contacted the Straight Man. The audience still gasped at the sound.

The Straight Man used his teeth to awkwardly unfold the fly of the blond Man. When it was surface, he flicked his knife inside and wrapped it around a strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it free, and its erection caused it to spring into the air to grand applause. A few of the interview got up, with their optic averted, to give. They were, without exception, reseated, in some pillowcase rather firmly, and, from their buns, they glanced at the appearance furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the blonde Man's cock brushed the nozzle of the straight man. The blond Man kept smiling, looking at members of the audience, never looking at the straight person Man, on his genu in front end of him.

The whiplash cracked again, the only sound in the room."feeling at him, look in his eyes as you take it !"she shouted.

The heterosexual Man looked up and, keeping his hands 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 heterosexual person Man, but smiled at the audience, 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 audience quieted, the sounds of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took more and more of the cock, deeper and deeper into his mouth until, as if by some sorcerous magic, the whole cock had disappeared and the nose of the straightaway Man was lost in the dark blond pubic hair of the blond Man. The direct man looked in the eyes of the blond Man, who kept his mentum up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the audience, ignoring the heterosexual person Man.

The Straight Man worked his way back down the shaft, slowly as the drama played out, over and over at a sure pace, until the crack of the whip quickened the it, and the straight Man was wildly slamming his mouth up and down the shaft of the shaft with feverish bodily process. The Blonde Man came without a sound, without changing his saying, the only indication being the phrenetic swallowing of the Straight Man and a drop of cum, poised on his lip. That cum fall remained as the straightaway Man manually put the dick of the Blonde Man back in his pants and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the blonde Man bowed to the consultation and stepped out of the public eye into the darkness. The Straight Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the driblet hanging on his lip into his sassing and swallowed it. The glare went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the Straight Man was gone.

She bowed to the consultation, pointing her whip to the ground in front man of her, then she straightened, lifted her arms and the lights came up and music played wildly as four people ran out to the closed chain and in a choreographed dance, placed pylons at the edge of the nook and attached together with a forget me drug festooned with medallion and jangling bells. The gist was to create a gaily decorated track around the edge of the ring.

The light source dimmed and a spotlight came up and a flourish played and, into the ring, onto the temporary worker caterpillar track, high-stepped a beautiful blonde girl, with a bridle and bit, shaking her head so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheeled pushcart with flashing, spoke wheel, on which a minor man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a whip in the other. The knees of the daughter had a leather 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 al-Qaeda for a xanthous plumage. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the background, her headland nodded, the other leg was pulled up a foot and a one-half into the air, with her knee toward the Chin, so the pony girl appeared always prancing or about to start, which in good turn caused the jigger tush on her head to beckon in time. With this restriction, the girl pulling the cart pranced around the rail, wearing five-inch high heels, for all the audience to see, her pony-tail swinging on her weeping headspring and with a butt plug inserted which was garnished with a longsighted, cream-colored horse's poop which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his whip operating cost and waved to the crowd. They came to a freeze and a limelight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another corner of the hoop, and an equally beautiful girl, with a red pony-tail wave, red feather, her red fag hype stern swishing, her articulatio genus moving in a thoroughgoing gait, came into the anchor ring and repeated the military action of the first.

Her device driver stopped directly abreast the initiative. Once Thomas More, as the maîtresse waved her whip, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another jigger daughter entered the ring, this time with a female driver, hairsbreadth cut unawares. She was more liberal with the whiplash than the other drivers, snapping it faithful to pony girl. This pony fille had pitch-dark, crisp hairsbreadth spectacularly framing her delicate feature film, a ember inglorious buns on her fanny plug, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the rail with her jet-black plume. When they arrived abreast the other two, the maîtresse signalled with her whip and all the light source came up, and the pony girls nodded and pranced expectantly as the gang stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a pistol from a hidden sac and and shouted,"On your gull !"

The excitement built.

"Get Set !"

Then the phone of the shooting iron nip in the air crashed, and the pony young woman were off, racing around the track, knees prancing senior high school, tails swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three prison term, the carts flashed and careened ! A stumble by the blonde, and the red crib young lady came to the front and during the last two lap covering wasn't caught. At the end of the backwash, the pylons were opened and she pranced to the center of the anchor ring where a garland of blossom was placed around her neck to fervent hand clapping and the obvious delight of her driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to get the girl to strut in place, tails a-flutter.

"A round of hand clapping in taste of all the girl's exploit !"

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

"For your watch pleasure, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, compact woman, with short, smuggled hair entered the ringing, with two males. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful smile and waved to the crowd on all side of meat, turning so they could see her, and admire her. The three of them stopped in the middle of the ring, in line and the two male walked around the female person, waving to the crowd, allowing them to see them, to get to know them. Finally, when the soldering with the interview was thoroughgoing, the three stopped, the lights went down except for one spotlight on them and the female child turned and smiled at each of the male person in turn. Then she dropped to her knees 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 articulatio coxae. After a moment, or so, the girl got up, with her mouth closed, and waved to the crowd to educe applause. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's human face with both hand and, on tip-toe, gave him a foresightful passionate kiss, until the evident dribble of cum came out the face of his rima oris. The young woman turned completely around, with a huge smiling, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her dimples, and her empty mouth, and the fall of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the second man, got on her stifle in front of him, and, since he was already erect, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her back talk. When his earth tremor were over, she stood up, waved to the gang with her mouth tightly closed and accepted their clapping. She turned and deliberately walked to the first man again, put her coat of arms around his neck and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his endorsement passionate kiss. Some spots of cum were still on his face from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the touchwood from the instant man. The girlfriend with her big smile and vacate mouth turned back to the crowd, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her fingers daintily pushed the cum, from the salmagundi of sources, into the first man's backtalk and grinned and massaged his neck opening as he swallowed it. He licked his mouth and she swatted him lightly on the butt before grabbing both the men by their handwriting, lifting them above their heads 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 grinning and skipping, glad gait.

The audience was ecstatic, flowers and coins littered the sawdust as the three performers left the closed chain, the dimpled chad of the miss clearly seeable from the high-pitched grasp of the seating. The lights dimmed and workers cleared the tributes.

When the lights came back up, a chaise waiting room was in the centre of the ring, with an older, 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 early mundane errand. The noblewoman was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's movie, with a silk robe that had feathered well-kept around the sleeve and neck. She wore, perhaps, too a good deal make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The only thing really distinguishing her appearance were the spectacular red patent leather pumps with a 5-inch bounder she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the lady was dressed, looked like typical Lester Willis Young grandparents, like you'd see at church, or at the ballpark, or even at the grocery store, him pushing the pushcart. She took him seductively by the hand and led him to the end of the chaise lounge, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her metrical unit just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her ample titty and produced and nail file and started filing her nails, examining her piece of work every couple of endorsement. The shot carefully set, she asked, in a flash voice,"Well, what do you want ?"

He looked down at her from top to bottom, and, his eye resting on her foot, said,"I want to worship your feet,"his vocalization was tranquility, but carried.

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

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your knee joint and jump with the skid, lick them, make sure they are clean, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, tell me."

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

Resigned, he got up, went to the foreland of the chaise lounge turned around with his hands behind him, and she closed his wrists in the handcuff and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a mountain range around her cervix. She returned it between her titty, and said,"Now, you may clean my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his stifle and began methodically licking her shoes, the tops, the soh, the blackguard, which he put down his throat and sop up 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 audience could harmonise they were cleaned.

"Now take off the right field shoe, using your tongue and sass, and office it neatly to the side."

With some apparent difficulty, he got the skid mostly off, by wedging his lingua between the shoe and her arch and running it behind her blackguard, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the edge in his oral fissure, 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 flack locomotive red, with lacquer that made them shine in the lights as she wiggled her toes and turned her metrical unit from slope to side for the audience to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the hint of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her foundation, up to her mortise joint. She filed her nails, examined her oeuvre and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her understructure. When the right understructure was dispatch, the man repeated the action mechanism on the left, as the lady 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 spot was clearly seen in the front line of his light-colored trousers.

‘ Yes,"he said.

"Well, I'm sure the consultation enjoyed the show,"and, on perfect cue, applause, shouting, whistling and other sounds of commendation filled the room.

She motioned him back to her, took out the key to the cuff and unlocked them. She then sat up, and indicated the man could get the brake shoe, one at a time, first the right. He retrieved it and got on his knees and put it on her substructure, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the ground, before he got the left skid and everything was repeated. She gave him her paw 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 lounge stayed in the ring as the future act began. A man, slightly brusque than his companion who was in heels, entered the ring, with the rather ordinary-looking woman on his arm, swinging a bag and laughing as they talked, though what they were saying couldn't be made out. Stagehands rolled up a portable rack with wearing apparel hangers on it and placed it on the stage, at the head of the lounge, as the couple waved to the bunch and took their bows.

After the stage was set, the twain moved to the single-foot, hung the bag on a come-on, and started undressing the char, the man holding the dress as she removed them and carefully hung them on the hangers on the single-foot. Her blouse, her dame, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink supporter belt with pink seamed stockings and matching garden pink laced scanty and bra, which seemed to hide a rather insipid chest. She then turned to the gentleman and took his coating, and pants, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his place, socks, held up with garter, and boxer shorts and undershirt with definite mounds in the front.

She then took off the panty, holding on to the man's shoulder as she lifted her legs one at a time, hang 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 offset fourth dimension clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turned. ‘ Her'chest of drawers was completely flat. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to help him. Using both handwriting, ‘ she'pulled the vest over his head to unveil two firm breasts. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'boxers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumbs. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'oral sex, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic hair expertly trimmed. When the boxers were neatly folded and both sets of underwear placed under the pillow on the shay waiting area, the ‘ woman'was swept in the ‘ man's'arms and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'cad. ‘ She'got on the bed, and the ‘ man ’, leering, went to the bag and got out a dildo, attached to a wearable harness. ‘ He'theatrically put it on, until ‘ he'stood, hands on hips, still leering, with a nine in penis extended, out of all symmetry, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ girlfriend'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ penis ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'work after examining it, ‘ he'returned the nursing bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the chaise lounge, bent grass over the large cylindric pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the principal of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

‘ He'began very gently, a fraction of an inch at a time, to tuck the ‘ member'into ‘ her'golf hole. ‘ Her'gasps, and finally call, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to lose patience and shoved in a couple of column inch with a heave. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too copious, you can't be too thin, and, indulge it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a trivial further this time. ‘ Her'screaming was not as loud, more a cry. Another thrust and a squeal, then more driving force, Sir Thomas More squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with tauten thrusts, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the calendar method and ‘ her'squeals became regular until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in sentence to ‘ his'knife thrust. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'head in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, punishing ”, and the rhythm picked up even more upper, until the pounding became brute, as ‘ he'bent ‘ his'human knee for uttermost leverage, and the slapping audio filled the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and the audience started clapping in prison term. A few moment of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's feels so dependable inside me"and ‘ her'legs collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held good by the ‘ penis ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his knife thrust.

The ‘ man'had a huge smile on ‘ his'face."Do you like getting fucked, honest, Baby, do you ?"But ‘ her'only solution was the squeals in time to ‘ his'thrusts. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'pelvis, waved it at the crew while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the bound of the lounge. Stagehands came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the waiting area where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'stomach with a svelte grin on ‘ her'typeface, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the ring while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hips waving ‘ his penis'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that huge grin.

Once again the luminousness dimmed. The show waited while the deafening applause died down and the luminousness, once again, went completely down. A spotlight came on and a ticklish woman, with ample breasts stood, naked, in the centre of the degree. A trapeze hung down a couple of foot above her, and, from it, hung radiocarpal joint cuffs suspended on a chain.

"Lift up your arms to the shackles, bitch,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear voice, and the whip cracked. The woman lifted her blazon above her fountainhead, toward the hamper, but they were too high. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of compass. The trapeze lowered until the bond were at her carpus.

A blonde cleaning lady, fuzz in a severe bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh high gear kicking, and with a dramatic body, entered. She walked up to the nude woman and snapped the shackles on her articulatio radiocarpea and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the finespun woman barely touched the ground, and, still, from time to meter she swung, grabbing for the ground again with her toes. The height was such that she always just barely failed to notice a unchanging understructure. The blond left and came back rolling an open cabinet which contained all sorting of whips, crops, canes, jape, clips, and other torture devices.

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

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

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

"Yes."Her voice was firm and determined.

The blond sneered and selected a ball with a short dildo and a strap, a classical sadomasochistic device, a ballock gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked adult female's mouth and tightened the strap behind her head. The victim rolled her middle toward the blonde who went back to the cabinet. She selected two large clips with dentition, showed them to the crowd, clipping them opened and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the tit of the suspended girl. The girl grunted and swung and desperately tried to retrieve footing as her chest heaved. The blonde twisted the clinch, fiddled with them, tweaked them as young lady jumped and grunted and tears started rolling down her impudence. With a final pinch, which set the female child swinging, the blonde went back to the console and tested the flexibleness and strength of several of the whip before selecting a riding craw, of the type carried by riders of appearance Equus caballus or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the frighten missy and went, out of the victim's sight, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first blow perfectly, as the delicate female child with the ample boob swung back toward the blond at the nearest distributor point. The strait of the stroke on the delicate girl's buttocks was sharply and loud. The victim danced, her toes caught the ground and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled scream cut through the air. The blond stood back and admired the red welt rising on the ass of the victim. She swung back the crop and hit the girl again, in consummate cadence, and the dance was livelier, the wow still muffled but more frenzied, and the blonde started whipping the appealing seat in front of her, regularly, in a rhythm the fettered girl soon matched, raising her fag toward the blow in concert with the swing music. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging girl and grabbed her tits from behind and gave a vicious wind to the nipple clamps. Red welts covered her behind and the blonde reached down and gave a slap, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you desire more ?"

The crying charwoman nodded her nous up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the cabinet and selected a retentive bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the young lady. The strokes landed with a vehemence, as the blond counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the interview chimed in, counting each blow as the victim cried and danced. The blond stopped, lifted the cane above her head and, with the crowd shouting,"Do it, do it,"let fly a strong nose candy which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a tether ball on a rope, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this respective sentence as the frail girl swung in an arc, first away from her tormenter, then back, until red grade insignia covered the ass of the delicate daughter. At terminal the blonde bowed to the crew, replaced the cane in the cabinet, took off the nut gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the sobs and screams of the victim, twisted first one clinch and replaced it in the cabinet, then the other. The blond reached up and released the wrist and the delicate cleaning woman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the rush of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her mother fucker remained audible over the entire auditorium, until stagehands came with a pushcart and removed her, clutching for the legs 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 voluntary, someone who, having seen the show previously, wishes to be a part of this appearance. Tonight, as always, we have our unskilled Tennessean ”, and she smiled and waved her mitt 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 figure, Sir ?"

"Henry."

"Let's all welcome Joseph Henry,"and she waved her arms to the crowd and encouraged their applause.

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

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

"Good. And you have passed the medical checkup interrogation ?"

"Yes."

"Good,"she smiled.

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

"Yes."He took off his drawers, which showed he wasn't wearing underclothing, and his shirt and some slip-on skid, until he stood, naked, in front man of the bunch. He looked very average, except for a pink charge plate cage, a chastity gimmick, covering his member.

"Good, henry, now we are going to do some firing thaumaturgy to add drama and former stage essence as we introduce our early characters and begin, are you set up ?"

"Yes."

She waved her whip in the air and, from the like focussing Patrick Henry came, strode purposefully a rather plain looking womanhood with a sneer on her face.

"noblewoman and Gentlemen, Hot Wife !"Mad applause rang from all sides.

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

The gasp from the audience was audible and then the clapping began again as into the ring strode a six and a one-half foot tall black man, 250 lbf., with a ten-inch erect phallus. His white dentition creased his boldness in a big grinning as he raised his arms above his headland and turned in a circle so the entire crowd could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot Wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Black Cock. Henry's eyes got big and he dropped his hands to cover his prick, and slightly bent his knees as if to cover his insufficiency, apparent to him as well as the entire audience.

Big Black rooster finished turning, spied Hot Wife, returned her leer. At a glance he dismissed 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 peg in the air and a thud that knocked the hint from her. He grabbed her ankles and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot married woman, slowly at for the first time, but with cracking tempo, more powerful thrusts, as they continued, rutting in the circus ring. Hot wife grunted in unison with the stab. After a yoke of minutes, Hot Wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the right thrusting with to a greater extent design, using her legs to increase the purchase to breed the strength behind her jab and continuing her riot. Within another instant, Big Black Cock gave out a mighty hollo and climaxed with one last barb and a rotation of his ass, with his massive dick buried in Hot Wife.

Big Joseph Black turncock then rose, grabbing Hot wife's ankles and lifting her tail into the air, before, rather gently, returning her foundation to the terra firma. Hot Wife moaned for a second gear, then looked at Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his side between her legs. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his ears and pulled his human 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 married woman's pulling on his head teacher buried his cheek in it. The speech sound of his lapping could be heard in the first-class honours degree rows of the seats as he continued, to Hot married woman's direction,"salt lick it ripe, lick it deep, bat it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Black Cock stood to the English, his arms folded on his chest as Joseph Henry licked. After a picayune time, his dick came semi-erect again, and when Hot Wife noticed it, she waved him over and motioned him down beside her. She sat up, H still at her vagina, and began playing with Big lightlessness Cock, running her hand up and down the pecker, caressing the drumhead until it stood, once again, in all its aura. She held it at the root with both hands and set her promontory to it. She could not demand the integral matter in her mouth, but she could, and did, move her lips over the drumhead of it, running her tongue around it, making love to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his hair and directed his face, covered with all the juices from her vagina and late pounding, and said, in a clear, decided interpreter which carried to the depths of the theater of operations,"biff his balls, lick the shaft, for God's sake, I can't postulate his entire stopcock in my back talk, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her adoration of the cock.

Joseph Henry lacked either the strength or will, or both, to defy her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the Brobdingnagian penis and began licking Big Black Cock's testicle, putting them in his mouth, sucking on them, moving his lips and natural language around the slam until he was almost touching Hot wife's lips, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big pitch blackness Cock. The sound of Henry and Hot Wife's oral exertions could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big blackamoor turncock closed his eyes and came with an bang that Hot married woman couldn't control. Cum ran out of her lips down the English of her face. She smiled and put her hands on the sides of William Henry's case and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouths until his face was completely covered with the latest ejaculation, and his osculation cleaned Hot Wife's face.

Big Black Cock chuckled, got up, helped Hot Wife to her groundwork and they started out of the mob, in the direction Joseph Henry and Hot Wife had first of all come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and get on, we've got a real dick to blow,"and laughed gaily, as they left henry frantically gathering his pants and shirt and shoe before running after them, out of the ring.

William Henry's exit was the cue for the ring lights to all be turned on, a frenzy of spotlights circled as wild music played and the crowd showed their appreciation for the display with deafening clapping and shouting.

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

And the halo lights went down and the Christ Within in the standpoint went up as the spent crew filed out, still discussing what they had seen, even the first-timers fully satisfied that they had seen a performance of Le cwm des Fétiches.

Fin