Le cwm des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the room with a pole-handled lash, as tall as she, held in her rightfulness hand, the thong and popper of which, combined, were of the same duration as the handle. prospicient black hair, nighttime red sassing, profligate red nails made the first base impression on the witness. Her black eye make-up set off her puritanic middle that watched everything, every tactic ; each pernicious glance making sure that the entire performance was take. She wore satin shorts, a satin jacket, fatal stockings and six-inch inkiness letters patent leather chopine heels. During the performances, she used her whip selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasize direction, to tell destination were met, to assure a perfect tense performance, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was boss. It had been bought from a circus, when party whip went out of way as a puppet of lupus erythematosus enlightened sentence. For this time, and station, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of cognoscente, dilettantes 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 tenseness of the most exquisite show of its type in the reality. The eccentric were mostly caudex, fellow to habitués, perhaps a little mysterious to the uninitiated.

kickoff, as always, was the heterosexual Man, trained over many long time, his part was the first among peer, the most important for setting the timber for the show. A fairly average looking male, with brownness thinning hair, hiding his nakedness as best he could from the prying center of the crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed movement into the anchor ring. The lights went down and a glare framed him, exposing him to the leer of the jaded crowd, to the astonishment of first time attendees.

The music went down and her phonation called out,"Why are you hiding your bleakness ? We don't care, that's not what we want to see ! On your human knee, bitch !"and the whiplash cracked in the night, a public eye flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused attention on the Straight Man, who dropped to his knees in obvious fright. Another spotlight went up, and a taller man, blond, with a winning grin appeared as if by trick. As always, the clapping went up until it filled the room. He did not notice it, but, at low, kept his optic on the straightaway Man.

She allowed the applause to tumefy until, at just the right time, her voice filled the whole way,"muteness"! The crew calmed down, with only the phone of some quiet down crying, and rustle of frantically whispering representative, some perplexed, some comforting, until summate secrecy reigned again, the Blonde Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the Straight Man with a confident tread, until their spotlights merged. Six inch in front of the Straight Man, who kneeled with his eyes lowered, the blond Haired Man stopped and waited, with a positive air and looked up into the gang, smiling beneath his moustache, all White person tooth and dimpled chad, occasionally waving, and pointing.

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

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

Her whip broke the air again, a spot flashed on her each clock time she cracked her whiplash, 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 part was sensible, but the swish of the whip accented her parole, and the Straight Man sunk lower with his chin resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

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

"Do what you want, straightaway Man. Don't worry, all these masses here are witnesser that I compelled you."She smiled and cracked the whip again, including the consultation in her private joke.

When he didn't movement, the whip cracked again, tantalizing close. The Straight Man cringed."Do it,"this time the lash actually touched his case, drew a little amount of blood, and the straightaway Man timorously lifted his head and reached for the crotch of the Blonde Man.

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

The Straight Man used his teeth to awkwardly open the fly of the blond 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 free, and its erecting caused it to bounce into the air to tremendous applause. A few of the audience got up, with their eyes averted, to leave. They were, without exception, reseated, in some casing rather firmly, and, from their butt, they glanced at the appearance furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the blonde Man's turncock brushed the nose of the full-strength man. The Blonde Man kept smiling, looking at fellow member of the interview, never looking at the Straight Man, on his knee in social movement of him.

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

The Straight Man looked up and, keeping his men clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in forepart of him to his lip. The blond Man did not react to the Straight Man, but smiled at the hearing, whose optic were riveted on the scene below as the straightaway Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking more of the hawkshaw between his lips. As the consultation quieted, the sounds of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took more and more of the cock, bass and deeper into his sass until, as if by some legerdemain deception, the all cock had disappeared and the nose of the Straight Man was lost in the iniquity blonde pubic tomentum of the blonde Man. The full-strength man looked in the optic of the blonde Man, who kept his chin up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the audience, ignoring the straight Man.

The Straight Man worked his way back down the shaft, slowly as the dramatic play played out, over and over at a certain rate, until the fling of the lash quickened the it, and the heterosexual person Man was wildly slamming his sass up and down the beam of light of the cock with febrile activity. The blonde Man came without a sound, without changing his expression, the only indication being the frantic swallowing of the Straight Man and a dip of cum, poised on his lip. That cum drop remained as the Straight Man manually put the pecker of the blonde Man back in his drawers and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the blonde Man bowed to the audience and stepped out of the spotlight into the iniquity. The heterosexual Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the drop hanging on his lip into his mouth and swallowed it. The spotlight went off to wild hand clapping, and when another came up, the Straight Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her lash to the ground in front of her, then she straightened, lifted her weaponry and the lights came up and music played wildly as four people ran out to the annulus and in a choreographed terpsichore, placed power pylon at the edge of the niche and attached together with a rope festooned with ribbon and jangling bell shape. The burden was to create a gaily decorated course around the edges of the ring.

The luminance dimmed and a spot came up and a fanfare played and, into the ring, onto the temporary rails, high-stepped a beautiful blonde girl, with a bridle and bit, shaking her head so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheel cart with flash, spoke rack, on which a small-scale man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one handwriting and a lash in the early. The knees of the girl 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 infrastructure for a yellow plume. It was of such a duration that, when one leg was on the primer coat, her head nodded, the other leg was pulled up a foot and a one-half into the air, with her knee toward the mentum, so the pony young woman appeared always prancing or about to initiate, which in turn caused the trot backside on her top dog to roll in time. With this restriction, the missy pulling the cart pranced around the caterpillar tread, wearing five-inch senior high school bounder, for all the consultation to see, her pony-tail swinging on her nodding read/write head and with a rear end quid inserted which was garnished with a retentive, cream-colored horse's tail which swished attractively, while the number one wood cracked his party whip disk overhead and waved to the crowd. They came to a halt and a spotlight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another street corner of the tintinnabulation, and an equally beautiful girlfriend, with a red pony-tail wave, red feather, her red butt wad tail swishing, her knee moving in a perfect pace, came into the anchor ring and repeated the actions of the beginning.

Her device driver stopped directly abreast the first. Once More, as the maîtresse waved her whiplash, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony miss entered the closed chain, this fourth dimension with a female driver, whisker cut scant. She was more liberal with the party whip than the early drivers, snapping it closer to pony girl. This shot glass miss had black, Saratoga chip haircloth spectacularly framing her delicate feature article, a ember black tail on her stub 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 party whip and all the lights came up, and the pony girlfriend nodded and pranced expectantly as the crew stilled in anticipation.

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

The turmoil built.

"Get Set !"

Then the audio of the pistol shot in the air crashed, and the pony girl were off, racing around the racetrack, knees prancing high up, bum swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the course, once, twice, three sentence, the carts flashed and careened ! A stumble by the blond, and the red pony missy came to the front and during the last two circuit wasn't caught. At the end of the airstream, the power pylon were opened and she pranced to the center of the doughnut where a garland of flowers was placed around her neck opening to fervent applause and the obvious pleasure of her driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to cause the girl to prance in stead, tails a-flutter.

"A rhythm of applause in grasp of all the girl's efforts !"

The shot glass girls trotted off, one by one, to enthusiastic applause.

"For your viewing pleasure, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, pack woman, with short circuit, mordant tomentum entered the tintinnabulation, with two males. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful smile and waved to the crowd on all side, 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 males walked around the female, waving to the crowd, allowing them to see them, to get to know them. Finally, when the bonding with the audience was fill out, the three stopped, the luminance went down except for one spotlight on them and the lady friend turned and smiled at each of the Male in bit. Then she dropped to her knee 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 hip joint. After a minute, or so, the girl got up, with her backtalk closed, and waved to the crowd to provoke applause. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's face with both hand and, on tip-toe, gave him a long passionate candy kiss, until the unmistakable dribble of cum came out the position of his oral fissure. The young lady turned completely around, with a Brobdingnagian smile, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her dimples, and her void mouth, and the drops of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the second man, got on her knee joint in front of him, and, since he was already put up, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her mouthpiece. When his tremors were over, she stood up, waved to the crowd with her back talk tightly closed and accepted their hand clapping. She turned and deliberately walked to the commencement 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 second passionate buss. Some berth of cum were still on his case from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the secondly man. The girl with her big grinning and hollow oral fissure turned back to the crew, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her finger's breadth daintily pushed the cum, from the mixture of seed, into the first man's lip and grinned and massaged his neck as he swallowed it. He licked his brim and she swatted him lightly on the butt before grabbing both the men by their manus, lifting them above their head 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 smile and skipping, happy gait.

The audience was rhapsodic, flowers and coins littered the sawdust as the three performing artist left the ring, the dimples of the girl clearly visible from the highest reach of the seating area. The illumination dimmed and actor cleared the tributes.

When the spark came back up, a chaise sofa was in the middle 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 ballock or some other mundane errand. The ma'am was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's moving-picture show, with a silk robe that had feathered shipshape around the sleeves and cervix. She wore, perhaps, too very much make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The only matter really distinguishing her appearance were the outstanding red patent leather pump with a 5-inch cad she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the madam was dressed, looked like typical young grandparents, like you'd see at church, or at the ballpark, or even at the grocery storage, him pushing the cart. She took him seductively by the hand and led him to the end of the chaise lounge, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her invertebrate foot just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her copious bosom and produced and nail file and started filing her nails, examining her work every mates of sec. The scene carefully set, she asked, in a loud voice,"Well, what do you desire ?"

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

"In front of all these the great unwashed ?"she asked with wonderment in her voice.

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your knees and start with the place, lick them, pretend sure enough they are neat, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, state me."

He got on his knees with her invertebrate foot in front of his face and reached toward her, and her spokesperson was diamond,"No hired man, if you can't ascendance yourself, you'll have to wear these,"and she produced a duo of handlock and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the head of the chaise lounge turned around with his hands behind him, and she closed his carpus in the manacle and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a chemical chain around her cervix. She returned it between her breast, and said,"Now, you may clean my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his knees and began methodically licking her place, the tops, the so, the heels, which he put down his throat and take up clean, until he declared himself finished.

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

"Now take off the rightfulness shoe, using your natural language and lips, and station it neatly to the side."

With some unmistakable difficulty, he got the shoe mostly off, by wedging his tongue between the brake shoe and her arch and running it behind her heel, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the edge in his sassing, 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 firing locomotive red, with lacquer that made them shine in the Light Within as she wiggled her toes and turned her base from face to side for the audience to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the tips of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her metrical unit, up to her mortise joint. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her understructure. When the justly foot was make out, the man repeated the military action on the left hand, as the Lady studiously ignored him, until, after a suitable 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 end of his light-colored trousers.

‘ Yes,"he said.

"well, I'm sure as shooting the consultation enjoyed the show,"and, on perfective tense cue, applause, shouting, whistling and other sounds of approving filled the room.

She motioned him back to her, took out the key to the handcuff and unlocked them. She then sat up, and indicated the man could get the shoe, one at a time, first the right field. He retrieved it and got on his knees and put it on her foot, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the background, before he got the left shoe and everything was repeated. She gave him her script 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 longue lounge stayed in the doughnut as the future act began. A man, slightly light than his familiar who was in heels, entered the annulus, 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 rack with dress hangers on it and placed it on the phase, at the head of the lounge, as the duad waved to the crowd and took their bows.

After the level was set, the yoke moved to the wrack, hung the bag on a hook, and started undressing the woman, the man holding the clothes as she removed them and carefully hung them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her chick, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter bang with pink seamed stockings and matching pinko laced panties and bra, which seemed to shroud a rather flat chest. She then turned to the valet and took his coat, and pants, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoes, drogue, held up with supporter, and Boxer shorts and undershirt with definite mounds in the front.

She then took off the panties, holding on to the man's shoulder as she lifted her legs one at a sentence, bent over. When the pantie were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise couch, and, finally, the cleaning woman stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the first time clearly seeable. ‘ 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 serve him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the vest over his head to reveal two firm titty. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'drawers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumbs. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'headland, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic hair expertly trimmed. When the drawers were neatly folded and both lot of underwear placed under the pillow on the chaise lounge, the ‘ char'was swept in the ‘ man's'limb and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'bounder. ‘ 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, work force on hips, still leering, with a nine column inch phallus extended, out of all proportion, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottleful of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ girl'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ penis ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'oeuvre after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head word of the chaise longue lounge, bent over the tumid cylindrical pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the brain of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

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

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too rich people, you can't be too thin, and, baby it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a little further this clock time. ‘ Her'screeching was not as loud, more a cry. Another thrust and a squeal, then more thrusts, more squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with business firm thrusts, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became regular until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in fourth dimension to ‘ his'thrusts. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'head in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, heavily ”, and the rhythm picked up even to a greater extent speed, until the throbbing became savage, as ‘ he'crouch ‘ his'knee for maximum leverage, and the slapping strait filled the hall and the consultation started clapping in time. A few minutes of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's feels so respectable inside me"and ‘ her'peg collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held upright by the ‘ penis ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his poke.

The ‘ man'had a huge grin on ‘ his'typeface."Do you like getting fucked, good, sister, do you ?"But ‘ her'only reply was the squeals in time to ‘ his'poke. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'pelvic girdle, waved it at the crowd while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the edge of the lounge. Stagehands came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'tum with a slight grin on ‘ her'facial expression, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the annulus while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'pelvis waving ‘ his member'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that huge grin.

Once again the lights dimmed. The show waited while the deafening applause died down and the light, once again, went completely down. A spotlight came on and a frail fair sex, with ample breasts stood, naked, in the snapper of the leg. A trapeze hung down a yoke of base above her, and, from it, hang up wrist joint handlock suspended on a chain.

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

A blonde fair sex, hair in a spartan bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh eminent rush, and with a dramatic physical structure, entered. She walked up to the naked woman and snapped the shackles on her articulatio radiocarpea and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the ticklish woman barely touched the primer coat, and, still, from fourth dimension to clock time she swung, grabbing for the ground again with her toes. The pinnacle was such that she always just barely failed to observe a unchanging base. The blonde left and came back rolling an open console which contained all sorts of whips, crops, canes, jest, cartridge clip, and other twisting devices.

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

"Yes,"her voice was flabby but clear and carried well.

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

"Yes."Her vocalism was firm and determined.

The blond sneered and selected a ball with a curtly dildo and a strap, a classic sadomasochistic device, a musket ball gag. She inserted the dildo in the defenseless woman'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 turgid clips with dentition, showed them to the bunch, clipping them open and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipples of the suspended girl. The girl grunted and swung and desperately tried to retrieve footing as her chest heaved. The blond twisted the clamps, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and tears started rolling down her cheeks. With a final examination tweak, which set the girl swinging, the blonde went back to the storage locker and tested the flexibility and effectiveness of various of the party whip before selecting a riding crop, of the type carried by riders of show horses or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the fright girl and went, out of the victim's stack, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first gasconade perfectly, as the delicate girl with the plenteous tit swung back toward the blond at the nigh point. The sound of the cam stroke on the delicate girl's buttocks was sharp and loud. The victim danced, her toes caught the dry land and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled screech 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 missy again, in pure cadence, and the dance was livelier, the scream still muffled but more frantic, and the blonde started whipping the appealing target in battlefront of her, regularly, in a calendar method of birth control the shackled girl soon matched, raising her butt toward the blow in concert with the swinging. Suddenly the blond stopped, walked up to the swinging little girl and grabbed her tits from behind and gave a roughshod twist to the pap clamps. Red welts covered her behind and the blond reached down and gave a slap, which left a red handprint on top of the welts.

"Do you desire more than ?"

The crying char nodded her head up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the cabinet and selected a long bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the girl. The strokes landed with a fury, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the hearing chimed in, counting each blow as the dupe cried and danced. The blonde stopped, lifted the cane above her head teacher and, with the crew cheering,"Do it, do it,"let fly a substantial coke which sent the miss swinging on the trapeze like a tether testis on a Mexican valium, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this various times as the delicate girl swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red banding covered the ass of the delicate little girl. At finale the blonde bowed to the crowd, replaced the cane in the locker, took off the Lucille 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 cabinet, then the other. The blond reached up and released the wrists and the delicate char collapsed on the base, chest heaving until she reached for the iron boot of the blond and kissed them over and over. Her dickhead remained hearable over the entire auditorium, until stage technician 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 appearance with a unpaid volunteer, someone who, having seen the appearance previously, wish to be a part of this show. Tonight, as always, we have our amateur voluntary ”, and she smiled and waved her hand 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 name, Sir ?"

"Henry."

"Let's all welcome henry,"and she waved her weapon system to the crowd and encouraged their applause.

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

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

"commodity. And you have passed the medical examen ?"

"Yes."

"commodity,"she smiled.

"Now is the time to get undressed, William Henry, I know this may be hard, for some the most difficult part of the carrying out, but I think that you are gear up,"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 front of the crowd. He looked very ordinary, except for a pink plastic cage, a celibacy twist, covering his member.

"Good, Henry, now we are going to do some lighting legerdemain to add drama and other stage effects as we introduce our other reference and get down, are you quick ?"

"Yes."

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

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

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

The gasp from the audience was hearable and then the applause began again as into the anchor ring strode a six and a half invertebrate foot tall dim man, 250 pounds, with a ten-inch erect penis. His ovalbumin teeth creased his facial expression in a big smile as he raised his weaponry above his head and turned in a rotary 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 helping hand to cover his cock, and slightly twist his knees as if to incubate his inadequateness, discernible to him as well as the entire audience.

Big Black peter finished turning, spied Hot wife, returned her sneer. At a coup d'oeil 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 pegleg in the air and a thud that knocked the wind from her. He grabbed her ankles and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot married woman, slowly at first, but with greater tempo, more hefty thrusts, as they continued, rutting in the Circus ring. Hot wife grunted in unison with the jab. After a pair of instant, Hot married woman screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the right thrust with more purpose, using her legs to increase the purchase to breed the lastingness behind her thrusts and continuing her screams. Within another minute, Big Black Cock gave out a mighty bellow and climaxed with one in conclusion slam and a rotation of his ass, with his massive dick buried in Hot Wife.

Big black Cock then rose, grabbing Hot married woman's ankles and lifting her rear into the air, before, rather gently, returning her understructure to the priming. Hot Wife moaned for a second, then looked at Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his case between her leg. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his ears and pulled his face into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, voice,"Clean it !"Henry paused a consequence in the air, just mm from her vagina, as if he might be considering the parliamentary law, before Hot Wife's pulling on his head buried his face in it. The sounds of his lapping could be heard in the first rows of the seats as he continued, to Hot wife's direction,"salt lick it good, lick it mystifying, lick it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Black putz stood to the incline, his arms folded on his chest as Henry licked. After a little 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, Joseph Henry still at her vagina, and began playing with Big lightlessness Cock, running her script up and down the shaft, caressing the promontory until it stood, once again, in all its glory. She held it at the infrastructure with both hands and knack her head to it. She could not assume the entire thing in her mouth, but she could, and did, go her sass over the head of it, running her tongue around it, making dear to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his hairsbreadth and directed his face, covered with all the succus from her vagina and latterly buffeting, and said, in a clear, distinct voice which carried to the depths of the theater,"Lick his clump, lick the shaft, for God's sake, I can't take his entire cock in my lip, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

Henry lacked either the strength or will, or both, to resist her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge penis and began licking Big Black stopcock's orchis, putting them in his oral fissure, sucking on them, moving his lips and tongue around the shaft until he was almost touching Hot Wife's lip, then down again in a craze which further excited Big Black tool. The sound of Henry and Hot married woman's oral travail could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big Negro dick closed his eyes and came with an bang that Hot Wife couldn't control. Cum ran out of her lips down the side of her human face. She smiled and put her hands on the sides of Patrick Henry's boldness and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouthpiece until his face was completely covered with the latest interjection, and his kisses cleaned Hot Wife's face.

Big inkiness cock chuckled, got up, helped Hot Wife to her substructure and they started out of the ring, in the centering Henry and Hot Wife had initiatory come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and amount on, we've got a really shaft to suck,"and laughed gaily, as they left Henry frantically gathering his drawers and shirt and shoes before running after them, out of the ring.

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

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

And the mob lights went down and the lights in the stall went up as the spent bunch filed out, still discussing what they had seen, even the first-timers fully satisfied that they had seen a performance of Le Cirque des Fétiches.

Fin