Le corrie des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the heart of the elbow room with a pole-handled whip, as tall as she, held in her veracious bridge player, the thong and popper of which, combined, were of the same length as the handle. foresighted Black person hair, dark red lips, rakehell red nails made the first impression on the spectator. Her black eye constitution set off her gloomy eyes that watched everything, every maneuver ; each insidious glimpse making sure that the stallion performance was exact. She wore satin shorts, a satin jacket, black stockings and six-inch black patent leather platform heels. During the performance, she used her whip selectively, mostly for randomness, to emphasize counselling, to secure goal were met, to control a perfect performance, and, truth be told, to reward who was boss. It had been bought from a circus, when whip went out of fashion as a tool of less enlightened fourth dimension. For this clip, and place, it was perfect.

The consultation was made up of cognoscente, dilettante who appreciated the nuance of the performance, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the famous show and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the tension of the most recherche appearance of its type in the human race. The characters were mostly stock certificate, familiar spirit to habitués, perhaps a little mysterious to the uninitiated.

First, as always, was the Straight Man, trained over many old age, his part was the starting time among match, the most of import for setting the note for the display. A fairly fair looking male, with brown thinning whisker, hiding his nakedness as best he could from the prying eyes of the crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements into the ring. The brightness level went down and a glare framed him, exposing him to the leers of the jaded crowd, to the amazement of first time attendees.

The music went down and her voice called out,"Why are you hiding your nakedness ? We don't care, that's not what we want to see ! On your knees, bitch !"and the whip cracked in the night, a spot flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused tending on the straightaway Man, who dropped to his knee in obvious fright. Another spotlight went up, and a taller man, blonde, with a winning smile appeared as if by legerdemain. As always, the applause went up until it filled the room. He did not recognise it, but, at first, kept his eyes on the Straight Man.

She allowed the applause to swell until, at just the right hand time, her voice filled the solid room,"silence"! The crowd calmed down, with only the sound of some quiet crying, and whisper of frantically whispering vocalization, some perplexed, some comforting, until total quiet reigned again, the Blonde Man walked, in his spot, toward the straightaway Man with a surefooted pace, until their spot merged. Six column inch in front line of the Straight Man, who kneeled with his eyes lowered, the Blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a confident air and looked up into the crowd, smiling beneath his mustache, all white teeth and dimple, occasionally waving, and pointing.

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

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

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

The Blonde Man smiled his confident smiling, picking out freshman in the audience for eye touch.

"Do what you want, straight Man. Don't worry, all these people here are watcher that I compelled you."She smiled and cracked the whip again, including the hearing in her common soldier joke.

When he didn't movement, the whiplash cracked again, tantalizing close. The Straight Man cringed."Do it,"this time the whip actually touched his face, drew a small amount of blood, and the straightaway Man timorously lifted his head and reached for the genital organ of the blond Man.

"With your mouth, with your mouth,"she said, in exasperation, and the whip cut the air, but this sentence never contacted the heterosexual person Man. The hearing still gasped at the sound.

The straightaway 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 relieve, and its erection caused it to spring into the air to tremendous applause. A few of the hearing got up, with their heart averted, to allow. They were, without exception, reseated, in some cases rather firmly, and, from their seats, they glanced at the display furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the Blonde Man's tool brushed the nose of the straight man. The blonde Man kept smiling, looking at penis of the consultation, never looking at the Straight Man, on his genu in front line of him.

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

The Straight Man looked up and, keeping his work force clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in front of him to his lips. The blonde Man did not react to the straight person 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 More of the putz between his rim. As the audience quieted, the speech sound of his suction could be faintly heard as he took more and More of the putz, cryptic and mystifying into his mouth until, as if by some magic trick, the wholly putz had disappeared and the nose of the straight person Man was lost in the wickedness blonde pubic hair of the Blonde Man. The straight man looked in the eyes of the blond Man, who kept his chin up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the hearing, ignoring the Straight Man.

The Straight Man worked his way back down the cock, slowly as the dramatic event played out, over and over at a sure tread, until the crack of the whip quickened the it, and the heterosexual Man was wildly slamming his oral cavity up and down the jibe of the pecker with febrile natural action. The Blonde Man came without a sound, without changing his expression, the lone indication being the frantic swallowing of the Straight Man and a drop of cum, poised on his lip. That cum drop remained as the Straight Man manually put the dick of the blond Man back in his knickers and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the blonde Man bowed to the consultation and stepped out of the spotlight into the iniquity. The straightaway Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the drop hanging on his lip into his back talk and swallowed it. The foreground went off to wild hand clapping, and when another came up, the heterosexual Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her whip to the ground in front end of her, then she straightened, lifted her arms and the light source came up and music played wildly as four masses ran out to the gang and in a choreographed dance, placed pylons at the edge of the turning point and attached together with a rope festooned with ribbons and jangling bells. The effect was to create a gaily decorated track around the boundary of the ring.

The lights dimmed and a glare came up and a tucket played and, into the ring, onto the temporary track, high-stepped a beautiful blonde female child, with a bridle and bit, shaking her head so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheel cart with flash, spoke wheels, on which a small man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a whip in the early. The knee of the lady friend 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 al-Qa'ida for a yellow plume. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the ground, her head nodded, the former leg was pulled up a foot and a half into the air, with her knee toward the Kuki-Chin, so the pony young woman appeared always prancing or about to start, which in turn caused the pony tail on her promontory to wave in fourth dimension. With this restriction, the young woman pulling the go-cart pranced around the raceway, wearing five-inch senior high school heels, for all the interview to see, her pony-tail swinging on her nodding head and with a butt end ballyhoo inserted which was garnished with a long, creamy-colored buck's tail which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his lash overhead and waved to the crew. They came to a stay and a glare narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another box of the annulus, and an equally beautiful daughter, with a red pony-tail waving, red plume, her red bum jade tail swishing, her knees moving in a perfect gait, came into the ring and repeated the action at law of the low.

Her driver stopped directly abreast the number 1. Once to a greater extent, as the maîtresse waved her lash, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony young lady entered the pack, this time with a female driver, hair cut short-circuit. She was more liberal with the whip than the other device driver, snapping it closer to pony girl. This trot girl had Negroid, crisp fuzz spectacularly framing her delicate features, a ember black seat on her hind end wad, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the cartroad with her jet-black plumage. When they arrived abreast the former two, the maîtresse signalled with her whip and all the visible light came up, and the pony girls nodded and pranced expectantly as the crowd stilled in anticipation.

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

The excitement built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the pistol guessing in the air crashed, and the pony girls were off, racing around the caterpillar track, knees prancing eminent, tails swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three meter, the carts flashed and careened ! A trip-up by the blonde, and the red shot glass girl came to the strawman and during the shoemaker's last two laps wasn't caught. At the end of the race, the power pylon were opened and she pranced to the center of the ring where a garland of blossom was placed around her cervix to fervent applause and the obvious delight of her driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to induce the girl to prance in place, tails a-flutter.

"A round of clapping in appreciation of all the little girl's try !"

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

"For your regard pleasance, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, compact cleaning woman, with short, black tomentum entered the band, with two Male. 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 look up to her. The three of them stopped in the middle of the tintinnabulation, in subscriber line and the two males walked around the female person, waving to the bunch, allowing them to see them, to get to know them. Finally, when the bonding with the audience was over, the three stopped, the luminance went down except for one spotlight on them and the little girl turned and smiled at each of the male in act. Then she dropped to her genu 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 min, or so, the little girl got up, with her sass closed, and waved to the crowd to evoke hand clapping. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's face with both handwriting and, on tip-toe, gave him a long passionate osculation, until the patent dribble of cum came out the side of his oral cavity. The female child turned completely around, with a huge grinning, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her dimples, and her evacuate mouth, and the bead of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the instant man, got on her knees in front of him, and, since he was already erect, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her oral fissure. When his shudder were over, she stood up, waved to the crew with her lip tightly closed and accepted their applause. She turned and deliberately walked to the kickoff 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 kiss. Some spots of cum were still on his grimace from his ejaculation, now they were intermingled with the touchwood from the second man. The girl with her big grin and empty mouth turned back to the crowd, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her finger daintily pushed the cum, from the mixing of sources, into the first man's mouth and grinned and massaged his neck as he swallowed it. He licked his lips and she swatted him lightly on the arse before grabbing both the men by their men, lifting them above their heads as luxuriously as she could into the air in a motion of victory and marched off hand-in-hand, between them, never changing that beautiful smile and skipping, happy gait.

The audience was rhapsodic, prime and coins littered the sawdust as the three performer left the ring, the dimples of the girl clearly visible from the eminent reaches of the seats. The visible light dimmed and worker cleared the tributes.

When the lightness came back up, a chaise lounge was in the middle of the doughnut, with an older, generously described as ‘ well-endowed ’, lady, perhaps in her ‘ 50's, was standing there with a non-descript man, who had a pot-belly and was dressed like he was going to the computer memory for milk and eggs or some other mundane errand. The madam was dressed to lounge, like in a 1930's movie, with a silk robe that had feathered trim down around the arm and neck. She wore, perhaps, too much make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The only thing really distinguishing her appearance were the salient red patent of invention leather pumps with a 5-inch heel she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the Lady was dressed, looked like typical young grandparents, like you'd see at church service, or at the ballpark, or even at the foodstuff stock, him pushing the handcart. 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 human foot just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her rich breast and produced and pass with flying colors file and started filing her nails, examining her workplace every pair of seconds. The scene carefully set, she asked, in a gimcrack phonation,"fountainhead, what do you want ?"

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

"In strawman of all these people ?"she asked with curiosity in her voice.

"Yes."

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

He got on his knee with her feet in front of his case and reached toward her, and her voice was adamant,"No hands, if you can't ascendency yourself, you'll have to weary these,"and she produced a twosome of handcuffs and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the oral sex of the chaise couch turned around with his hands behind him, and she closed his wrists in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the interview the key, on a chain around her neck. She returned it between her titty, and said,"Now, you may make clean my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his knees and began methodically licking her shoes, the tops, the soles, the heel, which he put down his throat and sucked 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 audience could consort they were cleaned.

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

With some apparent difficulty, he got the brake 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 edge in his mouth, holding it by his lips and slipped it off and turned to the shoe to the position. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a flaming locomotive engine red, with lacquer that made them shine in the ignitor as she wiggled her toes and turned her foot from slope to side for the interview to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the tips of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every in of her foot, up to her ankle joint. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her feet. When the flop foot was complete, the man repeated the actions on the left wing, as the peeress studiously ignored him, until, after a suitable striking interlude, he was finished. He stood up.

"Did you enjoy worshipping my invertebrate foot ?"she smirked, as a wet spot was clearly seen in the forepart of his light-colored trousers.

‘ Yes,"he said.

"Well, I'm certain the audience enjoyed the display,"and, on perfective cue, hand clapping, shouting, whistling and other strait of approval filled the room.

She motioned him back to her, took out the key to the manacle and unlocked them. She then sat up, and indicated the man could get the brake shoe, one at a fourth dimension, first the right. He retrieved it and got on his knees and put it on her foot, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the ground, before he got the left skid and everything was repeated. She gave him her handwriting and he held it as she got up, waving to the crowd with the nail single file still in her hand and they marched off with her on his arm.

The chaise lounge stayed in the mob as the next act began. A man, slightly short than his fellow traveler 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. stage technician rolled up a portable stand with dress hangers on it and placed it on the phase, at the head of the lounge, as the mates waved to the crowd and took their bows.

After the level was set, the span moved to the wheel, hung the bag on a hook, and started undressing the woman, the man holding the dress as she removed them and carefully hung them on the hangers on the stand. Her blouse, her dame, came off and she was revealed to be wearing a pink garter belt with pink seamed stockings and matching pink laced panties and bra, which seemed to hide a rather flat chest. She then turned to the gentleman and took his coat, and pants, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoes, socks, held up with supporter, and packer shorts and undershirt with definite mounds in the front.

She then took off the panty, holding on to the man's berm as she lifted her legs one at a time, bent over. When the panties 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 outset meter clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turned. ‘ Her'pectus was completely flavorless. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to help him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the singlet over his drumhead to unveil two firm breasts. ‘ She'grabbed the rubber band of ‘ his'boxers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two thumbs. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'heading, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic haircloth expertly trimmed. When the boxers were neatly folded and both sets of underwear placed under the pillow on the daybed waiting room, the ‘ woman'was swept in the ‘ man's'weapon system and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'dog. ‘ 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, script on coxa, still leering, with a nine inch member extended, out of all symmetry, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottleful of some lubricator and took it over to the ‘ fille'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ penis ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'work after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the chaise lounge, bent over the large cylindrical pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the oral sex of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

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

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too rich, you can't be too thin, and, cosset it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a piffling further this clip. ‘ Her'shriek was not as loud, to a greater extent a cry. Another poking 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 firm thrusting, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the calendar method of birth control and ‘ her'squeals became regular until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in time to ‘ his'push. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'head in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, tough ”, and the rhythm picked up even more than hurrying, until the pounding became savage, as ‘ he'bent ‘ his'knees for maximum purchase, and the slapping sound filled the anteroom and the audience started clapping in clip. A few minutes of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's flavour so good inside me"and ‘ her'peg collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held upright by the ‘ member ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his thrusts.

The ‘ man'had a vast grin on ‘ his'face."Do you like getting fucked, effective, sister, do you ?"But ‘ her'only answer was the squeals in metre to ‘ his'stab. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'renal pelvis, waved it at the crowd while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the bound of the lounge. stage technician came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'abdomen with a svelte smile on ‘ her'face, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the ring while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'pelvic girdle waving ‘ his phallus'in the air, his manpower 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 lights, once again, went completely down. A spot came on and a delicate woman, with ample boob stood, naked, in the nerve centre of the stage. A trapeze hung down a mates of base above her, and, from it, hung wrist cuff suspended on a chain.

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

A blond cleaning woman, hair in a hard bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh high rush, and with a spectacular eubstance, entered. She walked up to the bare woman and snapped the shackles on her wrists and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the finespun woman barely touched the land, and, still, from fourth dimension to sentence she swung, grabbing for the ground again with her toes. The pinnacle was such that she always just barely failed to find a horse barn base. The blonde left and came back rolling an open locker which contained all sorts of whips, crops, canes, jest, cartridge holder, and other torture devices.

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

"Yes,"her voice was lenient but exonerated and carried well.

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

"Yes."Her spokesperson was firm and determined.

The blonde sneered and selected a clump with a little dildo and a shoulder strap, a Greco-Roman sadomasochistic device, a ball gag. She inserted the dildo in the au naturel charwoman's sass and tightened the strap behind her straits. The victim rolled her middle toward the blond who went back to the cabinet. She selected two large clips with teeth, showed them to the crowd, clipping them loose and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipples of the debar girlfriend. The miss grunted and swung and desperately tried to recover footing as her chest heaved. The blonde twisted the clamps, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and tears started rolling down her cheeks. With a net tweak, which set the girl swing, the blonde went back to the cabinet and tested the flexibleness and durability of several of the whips before selecting a riding crop, of the type carried by riders of show gymnastic horse or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the frightened girl and went, out of the dupe's sight, behind her as the dupe swung. She timed her first swash perfectly, as the touchy little girl with the rich breasts swung back toward the blond at the nearest percentage point. The auditory sensation of the stroking on the delicate miss's buns was crisp and loud. The victim danced, her toes caught the dry land 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 young lady again, in perfective tense cadence, and the saltation was resilient, the shrieking still muffled but more frantic, and the blond started whipping the appealing butt in front of her, regularly, in a rhythm the shackled daughter soon matched, raising her backside toward the nose candy in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging girl and grabbed her boob from behind and gave a vicious twist 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 adult female nodded her head up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blonde went back to the locker and selected a long bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the female child. The strokes landed with a Erinyes, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the audience chimed in, counting each puff as the dupe cried and danced. The blonde stopped, lifted the cane above her oral sex and, with the gang shouting,"Do it, do it,"let fly a strong blow which sent the girl swinging on the trapeze like a tether ball on a rope, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this several metre as the delicate girl swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red stripes covered the ass of the frail lady friend. At go the blonde bowed to the crowd, replaced the cane in the cabinet, took off the bollock gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the sobs and scream of the victim, twisted first one clinch and replaced it in the locker, then the other. The blonde reached up and released the radiocarpal joint and the fragile woman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the boots of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained audible over the entire auditorium, until stage technician came with a cart and removed her, clutching for the legs of the blond 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, individual who, having seen the display previously, wishes to be a part of this show. Tonight, as always, we have our unpaid volunteer ”, and she smiled and waved her hand coaxing the Tennessean 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 receive Henry,"and she waved her sleeve to the gang and encouraged their applause.

"wellspring, Henry, you have volunteered to toy with your neighbors and friends ?"

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

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

"Yes."

"commodity,"she smiled.

"Now is the clip to get undressed, Henry, I know this may be hard, for some the most difficult part of the execution, but I think that you are set 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 strawman of the crowd. He looked very modal, except for a pink plastic cage, a celibacy twist, covering his member.

"Good, Henry, now we are going to do some lighting magic trick to add drama and other stagecoach gist as we introduce our former case and get down, are you set ?"

"Yes."

She waved her whiplash in the air and, from the Lapp focusing Henry came, strode purposefully a rather field looking woman with a sneer on her face.

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

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

The gasp from the audience was audible and then the applause began again as into the ringing strode a six and a half foot tall Shirley Temple Black man, 250 Syrian pound, with a ten-inch erect penis. His White River teeth creased his face in a big grinning as he raised his weapon above his head 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 blackness dick. Henry's eyes got big and he dropped his hands to cover his prick, and slightly bent his knees as if to report his inadequateness, evident to him as well as the intact audience.

Big Negro Cock finished turning, spied Hot Wife, returned her leer. At a glance he dismissed Joseph Henry and walked toward Hot Wife, who greeted him with an embracement. He swept her off her feet and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her legs in the air and a clump that knocked the nothingness from her. He grabbed her ankles and put them over his shoulder joint and began pounding Hot married woman, slowly at first, but with greater pace, more mighty thrusts, as they continued, rutting in the carnival ring. Hot wife grunted in unison with the stab. After a couple of minutes, Hot married woman screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the powerful thrusts with more purpose, using her peg to increase the leverage to manifold the strength behind her thrusts and continuing her sidesplitter. Within another minute, Big Black hammer gave out a mighty bellow and climaxed with one net slam and a revolution of his ass, with his massive prick buried in Hot Wife.

Big Black Cock then rose, grabbing Hot Wife's ankles and lifting her rear into the air, before, rather gently, returning her feet to the priming coat. Hot married woman moaned for a instant, then looked at Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his face between her legs. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his ears and pulled his face into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, voice,"clean and jerk it !"Henry paused a present moment in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the order, before Hot married woman's pulling on his psyche buried his face in it. The auditory sensation of his lapping could be heard in the first words of the nates as he continued, to Hot wife's steering,"Lick it sound, work out it deep, lick it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big total darkness tool stood to the side, 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, Henry still at her vagina, and began playing with Big Negroid Cock, running her hand up and down the shaft, caressing the head until it stood, once again, in all its glory. She held it at the home with both custody and knack her forefront to it. She could not choose the total affair in her back talk, but she could, and did, move her lips over the chief of it, running her tongue around it, making love to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his haircloth and directed his face, covered with all the juice from her vagina and late pound, and said, in a unmortgaged, clear-cut spokesperson which carried to the astuteness of the theater,"poke his balls, lick the shaft, for God's saki, I can't admit his integral hammer 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 Cock's clod, putting them in his mouthpiece, sucking on them, moving his lip and spit around the beam of light until he was almost touching Hot married woman's lips, then down again in a delirium which further excited Big inkiness Cock. The sound of Henry and Hot Wife's oral examination exertions could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big Joseph Black tool closed his heart and came with an outbreak that Hot married woman couldn't mastery. Cum ran out of her lips down the face of her face. She smiled and put her hired hand on the face of Henry's face and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouth until his face was completely covered with the tardy interjection, and his kisses cleaned Hot wife's face.

Big Black Cock chuckled, got up, helped Hot Wife to her substructure and they started out of the doughnut, in the direction Henry and Hot Wife had low gear come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and amount on, we've got a real dick to blow,"and laughed gaily, as they left Henry frantically gathering his gasp and shirt and shoes before running after them, out of the ring.

Henry's exit was the cue for the band Christ Within to all be turned on, a frenzy of limelight circled as wild music played and the crowd showed their grasp for the show with thunderous clapping and shouting.

"peeress and Gentlemen, Our Show ! I hope you enjoyed it, assure your friends."

And the ring lights went down and the lights in the stands went up as the spent gang 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