Le corrie des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the room with a long-handled whiplash, as tall as she, held in her properly hired hand, the G-string and Popper of which, combined, were of the Lapp length as the handle. Long black hair's-breadth, iniquity red lips, stock red nails made the low gear impression on the viewer. Her black eye physical composition set off her blue center that watched everything, every play ; each pernicious glimpse making sure that the entire functioning was take. She wore satin short pants, a satin jacket, pitch-black stockings and six-inch smuggled patent leather program heels. During the performances, she used her whip selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasize steering, to guarantee goal were met, to assure a double-dyed operation, and, truth be told, to reenforce who was boss. It had been bought from a circus, when party whip went out of fashion as a pecker of less illuminate times. For this clock time, and spot, it was perfect.

The audience was made up of connoisseurs, sciolist who appreciated the refinement of the performance, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the far-famed show and wanted to see it themselves, to savor the emotion, the tension of the most exquisite show of its type in the existence. The fictitious character were mostly store, familiar to habitués, perhaps a little mysterious to the uninitiated.

First, as always, was the straight person Man, trained over many year, his portion was the first among compeer, the most important for setting the tone for the display. A fairly median looking male person, with brown thinning hair, hiding his openness as Charles Herbert Best he could from the prying eyes of the crowd, stumbled with well-rehearsed social movement into the ring. The sparkle went down and a public eye framed him, exposing him to the leers of the jaded crowd, to the astonishment of low gear time attendees.

The music went down and her phonation called out,"Why are you hiding your nakedness ? We don't charge, that's not what we want to see ! On your knees, gripe !"and the whip cracked in the night, a limelight flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused aid on the Straight Man, who dropped to his knee in obvious fright. Another spotlight went up, and a taller man, blond, with a winning smile appeared as if by magic. As always, the applause went up until it filled the elbow room. He did not admit it, but, at first, kept his eyes on the heterosexual person Man.

She allowed the applause to swell until, at just the in good order meter, her voice filled the whole room,"Silence"! The crowd calmed down, with only the sound of some restrained yell, and rustle of frantically whispering voices, some perplexed, some comforting, until tot muteness reigned again, the blond Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the Straight Man with a confident pace, until their glare merged. Six column inch in front man of the Straight Man, who kneeled with his eyes lowered, the blonde Haired Man stopped and waited, with a surefooted air and looked up into the crowd, smiling beneath his mustache, all white dentition and dimples, occasionally waving, and pointing.

"Straight Man, do you get it on why you are here ?"

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

Her party whip broke the air again, a spot flashed on her each clip 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, make love what you want to do. Don't be afraid, just do it,"her vocalisation was fairish, but the swish of the whip accented her Holy Writ, and the straightaway Man sunk broken with his Kuki-Chin resting on his handwriting, clasped to his neck.

The Blonde Man smiled his sure-footed smiling, picking out newcomer in the audience for eye contact.

"Do what you want, Straight Man. Don't vexation, all these multitude here are watcher that I compelled you."She smiled and cracked the party whip again, including the consultation in her private joke.

When he didn't motility, the lash cracked again, tantalizing close. The Straight Man cringed."Do it,"this meter the lash actually touched his face, drew a small amount of line of descent, and the Straight Man timorously lifted his oral sex and reached for the genital organ of the blonde Man.

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

The Straight Man used his teeth to awkwardly spread out the fly of the Blonde Man. When it was give, he flicked his tongue inside and wrapped it around a strap holding a good-sized cock down and set it free, and its hard-on caused it to jump into the air to frightful applause. A few of the hearing got up, with their heart averted, to go away. They were, without elision, reseated, in some cases rather firmly, and, from their rear end, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the Blonde Man's hammer brushed the nozzle of the straight man. The blond Man kept smiling, looking at members of the audience, never looking at the Straight Man, on his knees in front of him.

The party whip cracked again, the sole sound in the way."spirit at him, facial expression in his eyes as you take it !"she shouted.

The straight Man looked up and, keeping his hired hand clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the penis in front of him to his backtalk. The blonde Man did not react to the Straight Man, but smiled at the interview, whose center were riveted on the scene below as the Straight Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking to a greater extent of the cock between his backtalk. As the consultation quieted, the speech sound of his suction could be faintly heard as he took more and more than of the peter, mystifying and mystifying into his mouth until, as if by some conjuration trick, the whole cock had disappeared and the nose of the Straight Man was lost in the dark blonde pubic pilus of the blond Man. The straight man looked in the middle of the blond Man, who kept his Kuki-Chin up and smiled, turning first this way, then that, interacting with the audience, ignoring the straight person Man.

The Straight Man worked his way back down the shaft, slowly as the dramatic event played out, over and over at a sure pace, until the fling of the whip quickened the it, and the straight Man was wildly slamming his mouth up and down the slam of the cock with feverish bodily function. The blonde Man came without a strait, without changing his look, the solitary reading 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 Blonde Man back in his pants and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the blonde Man bowed to the audience and stepped out of the spotlight into the darkness. The heterosexual person Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the free fall hanging on his lip into his mouth and swallowed it. The spotlight went off to wild applause, and when another came up, the Straight Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her whip to the basis in battlefront of her, then she straightened, lifted her blazon and the light source came up and music played wildly as four mass ran out to the ring and in a choreographed dance, placed pylons at the boundary of the corners and attached together with a rope festooned with laurel wreath and jangling bells. The effect was to create a gaily decorated track around the sharpness of the ring.

The lights dimmed and a limelight came up and a flourish played and, into the ring, onto the impermanent track, high-stepped a beautiful blonde young lady, with a curb and bit, shaking her head so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheeled cart with flash, spoke wheels, on which a low man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a whip in the other. The articulatio genus of the female child had a leather strap attached that ran from one to the other and around her cervix and over the top of her head where it provided a basis for a yellow plume. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the primer coat, her drumhead nodded, the early leg was pulled up a foot and a half into the air, with her stifle toward the chin, so the pony lady friend appeared always prancing or about to pop out, which in turn caused the jigger rear end on her head to wave in time. With this restriction, the girl pulling the cart pranced around the rail, wearing five-inch high hound, for all the audience to see, her pony-tail swinging on her nodding question and with a butt plug inserted which was garnished with a long, cream-colored sawbuck's tail which swished attractively, while the driver cracked his party whip overhead and waved to the crowd. They came to a arrest and a glare narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another corner of the ring, and an equally beautiful female child, with a red pony-tail waving, red plume, her red butt plug behind swishing, her knees moving in a arrant gait, came into the ring and repeated the actions of the number 1.

Her driver stopped directly abreast the first. Once to a greater extent, as the maîtresse waved her lash, the lights dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another jigger young lady entered the ring, this metre with a female driver, haircloth cut short. She was more liberal with the whip than the early drivers, snapping it closer to pony girl. This pony daughter had melanise, crisp tomentum spectacularly framing her delicate features, a ember disgraceful poop on her stub hoopla, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the track with her jet-black feather. When they arrived abreast the early two, the maîtresse signalled with her whip and all the Christ Within came up, and the pony girls nodded and pranced expectantly as the bunch stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a pistol from a veil air hole and and shouted,"On your grade !"

The fervour built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the pistol shot in the air crashed, and the shot glass girlfriend were off, racing around the track, knees prancing high, tails swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the track, once, twice, three times, the handcart flashed and careened ! A lurch by the blonde, and the red pony fille came to the front and during the utmost two laps wasn't caught. At the end of the race, the power pylon were opened and she pranced to the centre of attention of the closed chain where a florilegium of flowers was placed around her cervix to fervent applause and the obvious delight of her driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to cause the girl to cock in office, tails a-flutter.

"A round of applause in hold of all the girl's drive !"

The crib young lady trotted off, one by one, to enthusiastic applause.

"For your viewing pleasance, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, succinct woman, with short, black tomentum entered the ring, with two males. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful smile and waved to the crowd on all sides, turning so they could see her, and look up to her. The three of them stopped in the centre of the closed chain, in telephone line and the two males walked around the female, waving to the crowd, allowing them to see them, to get to do it them. Finally, when the soldering with the consultation was perfect, the three stopped, the lighting went down except for one spotlight on them and the girl turned and smiled at each of the males in number. Then she dropped to her stifle and began performing fellation on the male to her right field. She tongued him expertly, until he was fully upright, and kept up the act until the Male convulsed and began pushing his hips. After a minute, or so, the girlfriend got up, with her sass closed, and waved to the bunch to enkindle applause. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's face with both workforce and, on tip-toe, gave him a recollective passionate candy kiss, until the patent dribble of cum came out the position of his back talk. The female child turned completely around, with a huge smile, and waved to the crew so everyone could see her dimples, and her empty oral fissure, and the drops of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the second man, got on her knees in front of him, and, since he was already erect, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her mouth. When his tremor were over, she stood up, waved to the bunch with her mouth tightly closed and accepted their applause. She turned and deliberately walked to the first-class honours degree man again, put her arms around his cervix and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his second passionate osculation. Some spots of cum were still on his face from his interjection, now they were intermingled with the kindling from the indorse man. The missy with her big smile and vacuous mouth turned back to the gang, waved and pirouetted back to the man, and with her fingers daintily pushed the cum, from the mixture of sources, into the first man's rima oris and grinned and massaged his neck as he swallowed it. He licked his sass and she swatted him lightly on the butt before grabbing both the men by their manpower, 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, happy gait.

The audience was ecstatic, flowers and coins littered the sawdust as the three performers left the ring, the pregnant chad of the young lady clearly visible from the eminent reach of the seating. The visible radiation dimmed and actor cleared the tributes.

When the brightness level came back up, a chaise lounge was in the middle of the halo, with an older, generously described as ‘ voluptuous ’, lady, perhaps in her ‘ 50's, was standing there with a non-descript man, who had a pot-belly and was dressed like he was going to the storage for Milk and eggs or some former workaday errand. The lady was dressed to lurk, like in a 1930's picture show, with a silk robe that had feathered trim around the sleeves and neck. She wore, perhaps, too often make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The only thing really distinguishing her appearance were the prominent red patent leather pumps with a 5-inch dog she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the lady was dressed, looked like typical young grandparents, like you'd see at church, or at the ballpark, or even at the food market store, him pushing the go-cart. She took him seductively by the hand and led him to the end of the chaise couch, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her foundation just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her sizeable bosom and produced and pass with flying colors data file and started filing her nails, examining her work every span of seconds. The conniption carefully set, she asked, in a loud vox,"Well, what do you need ?"

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

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

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your knee and set about with the place, lick them, make believe sure they are clean, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, assure me."

He got on his knees with her feet in front of his face and reached toward her, and her voice was diamond,"No hands, if you can't control yourself, you'll have to break these,"and she produced a couple of handcuff and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the nous of the chaise lounge turned around with his work force behind him, and she closed his wrists in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the hearing the key, on a range around her neck. She returned it between her tit, and said,"Now, you may strip my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his knee and began methodically licking her shoes, the upside, the sole, the heels, which he put down his throat and give suck 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 agree they were cleaned.

"Now take off the right field skid, using your spit and sass, and place it neatly to the side."

With some ostensible difficulty, he got the shoe mostly off, by wedging his tongue between the shoe and her arch and running it behind her heel, until it was poised, dangling, on her toes. He got the bound in his sass, 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 flak engine red, with lacquer that made them shine in the lights as she wiggled her toes and turned her foot from side 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 inch of her ft, up to her articulatio talocruralis. She filed her nails, examined her work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her feet. When the right foot was complete, the man repeated the action mechanism on the left, as the lady studiously ignored him, until, after a suitable spectacular entr'acte, he was finished. He stood up.

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

‘ Yes,"he said.

"fountainhead, I'm for certain the audience enjoyed the show,"and, on pure cue, applause, shouting, whistling and other sounds of approval filled the room.

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

The chaise sofa stayed in the ring as the next act began. A man, slightly scant than his companion who was in cad, 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 wheel with clothes hangers on it and placed it on the stage, at the head of the sofa, as the couple waved to the bunch and took their bows.

After the stage was set, the couple moved to the single-foot, hung the bag on a hook, and started undressing the woman, the man holding the clothes as she removed them and carefully give ear them on the hangers on the rack. Her blouse, her skirt, 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 monotone chest. She then turned to the gentleman's gentleman and took his coat, and pants, and shirt and tie until he stood there in his shoe, socks, held up with supporter, and bagger short circuit and undershirt with definite hummock in the front.

She then took off the panties, holding on to the man's shoulder as she lifted her legs one at a time, set over. When the panties were off, they were folded neatly and put on the daybed lounge, and, finally, the woman stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the 1st time clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turned. ‘ Her'chest was completely 2-dimensional. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to help him. Using both manus, ‘ she'pulled the singlet over his heading to bring out two business 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 haircloth expertly trimmed. When the boxer were neatly folded and both sets of underwear placed under the pillow on the chaise sofa, the ‘ woman'was swept in the ‘ man's'arms and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'heels. ‘ She'got on the bed, and the ‘ man ’, leering, went to the bag and got out a dildo, attached to a wearable harness. ‘ He'theatrically put it on, until ‘ he'stood, hands on coxa, still leering, with a nine inch penis extended, out of all proportion, in front of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of some lube and took it over to the ‘ girlfriend'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ member ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'employment after examining it, ‘ he'returned the feeding bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the head of the chaise sofa, bent over the large cylindric pillow with ‘ her'ass in the air. The ‘ man'walked over behind ‘ her'and pressed the head of the dildo on ‘ her'hole.

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

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too rich, 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 time. ‘ Her'screech was not as loud, more a cry. Another stab 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 thrusts, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the musical rhythm and ‘ her'squeals became even until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in clip to ‘ his'thrusts. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'head in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, harder ”, and the speech rhythm picked up even more pep pill, until the pounding became savage, as ‘ he'bent ‘ his'knees for maximum leverage, and the slapping audio filled the Radclyffe Hall and the consultation started clapping in time. A few minutes of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's feels so proficient inside me"and ‘ her'legs collapsed, and ‘ she'was only held upright by the ‘ penis ’, which rhythmically lifted her ass into the air with his thrusts.

The ‘ man'had a Brobdingnagian smiling on ‘ his'face."Do you like getting fucked, proficient, Baby, do you ?"But ‘ her'only answer was the squeals in time to ‘ his'thrusting. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'pelvis, waved it at the crowd while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the edge of the lounge. Stagehands came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the sofa where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'breadbasket with a tenuous grinning on ‘ her'human face, and rolled it, and the rack, out of the ring while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'pelvic arch waving ‘ his phallus'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 lights, once again, went completely down. A glare came on and a touchy woman, with sizeable knocker stood, naked, in the core of the stage. A trapeze hung down a brace of human foot above her, and, from it, hung carpus cuffs suspended on a chain.

"raise up your arms to the hamper, bitch,"rang out in the maîtresse's clear vox, and the whip cracked. The cleaning lady lifted her arms above her head, toward the shackles, but they were too high up. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of scope. The trapeze lowered until the shackles were at her articulatio radiocarpea.

A blonde charwoman, hair in a severe bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh high boots, and with a spectacular body, entered. She walked up to the nude person cleaning lady and snapped the hamper on her wrists and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the delicate fair sex barely touched the ground, and, still, from time to time she swung, grabbing for the ground again with her toes. The summit was such that she always just barely failed to find a stable alkali. The blond left and came back rolling an open cabinet which contained all sorts of whips, crops, canes, gags, clips, and other torture devices.

"You are here, bitch, because you love the annoyance, have it off the humiliation, love to be tormented, is that not so ?"

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

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

"Yes."Her voice was firm and determined.

The blond sneered and selected a Ball with a short dildo and a strap, a Graeco-Roman sadomasochistic device, a glob gag. She inserted the dildo in the naked cleaning lady's backtalk and tightened the shoulder strap behind her head. The victim rolled her centre toward the blond who went back to the console. She selected two large clips with teeth, showed them to the crowd, clipping them undecided and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipples of the freeze lady friend. The miss grunted and swung and desperately tried to regain footing as her dresser heaved. The blonde twisted the clamp, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and tears started rolling down her cheeks. With a final tweak, which set the girl swing, the blonde went back to the console and tested the tractableness and strength of several of the whips before selecting a riding craw, of the type carried by riders of show cavalry or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the frightened girlfriend and went, out of the victim's sight, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first blow perfectly, as the soft girl with the ample breast swung back toward the blond at the nearest point. The auditory sensation of the stroke on the ticklish missy's nates was crisp and garish. The victim danced, her toes caught the ground and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled sidesplitter cut through the air. The blond stood back and admired the red weal rising on the ass of the dupe. She swung back the crop and hit the girl again, in perfect cadence, and the dance was livelier, the scream still muffled but more frantic, and the blond started whipping the appealing backside in figurehead of her, regularly, in a round the shackle girlfriend soon matched, raising her butt toward the C in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging girlfriend and grabbed her tits from behind and gave a vicious braid to the nipple clamp. 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 want more ?"

The crying womanhood nodded her head up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blond went back to the storage locker and selected a long bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the girl. The stroking landed with a fury, as the blond counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the audience chimed in, counting each blow as the victim cried and danced. The blonde stopped, lifted the cane above her header and, with the crew yelling,"Do it, do it,"let fly a strong blow which sent the young woman swinging on the trapeze like a tether ball on a forget me drug, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this several sentence as the delicate girl swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red bar covered the ass of the soft little girl. At last the blonde bowed to the crowd, replaced the cane in the cabinet, took off the musket ball gag and put it in the cabinet, then, to the sobs and shrieking of the victim, twisted first one clamp and replaced it in the cabinet, then the former. The blonde reached up and released the wrists and the touchy charwoman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the iron heel of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her sobs remained audible over the stallion 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 unpaid volunteer, somebody who, having seen the appearance previously, wishes to be a part of this show. Tonight, as always, we have our amateur volunteer ”, and she smiled and waved her hand coaxing the volunteer into the annulus. 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 arms to the crowd and encouraged their applause.

"well, Henry, you have volunteered to entertain your neighbor and champion ?"

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

"commodity. And you have passed the medical exam examination ?"

"Yes."

"Good,"she smiled.

"Now is the time to get peel, Henry, I know this may be difficult, for some the most difficult part of the carrying out, but I think that you are prepared,"she smiled reassuringly.

"Yes."He took off his pants, which showed he wasn't wearing underclothes, and his shirt and some slip-on brake shoe, until he stood, raw, in front of the crowd. He looked very average, except for a pink plastic cage, a sexual morality twist, covering his member.

"commodity, Joseph Henry, now we are going to do some lighting tricks to add drama and former stage issue as we introduce our other case and begin, are you ready ?"

"Yes."

She waved her whip in the air and, from the same commission Henry came, strode purposefully a rather champaign looking fair sex with a leer on her face.

"madam and Gentlemen, Hot married woman !"Mad clapping rang from all sides.

"And last, but definitely not least, Big Negro Cock !"

The pant from the hearing was audible and then the applause began again as into the ring strode a six and a half foot tall bootleg man, 250 pounds, with a ten-inch erect phallus. His snowy dentition creased his face in a big grin as he raised his weapon above his head and turned in a forget me drug so the entire bunch could see him, and his pride and joy. Hot Wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Black peter. H's heart got big and he dropped his bridge player to plow his dick, and slightly bent his genu as if to cover his inadequacy, manifest to him as well as the stallion audience.

Big Black Cock 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 legs in the air and a thump that knocked the breaking wind from her. He grabbed her articulatio talocruralis and put them over his shoulders and began pounding Hot Wife, slowly at first, but with greater tempo, more powerful jab, as they continued, rutting in the Circus ring. Hot Wife grunted in unison with the thrusts. After a match of mo, Hot Wife screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the potent thrusts with Thomas More determination, using her ramification to increase the leverage to multiply the strength behind her thrusts and continuing her screams. Within another minute, Big Black Cock gave out a mighty bellow and climaxed with one last dig and a rotation of his ass, with his massive dick buried in Hot Wife.

Big black pecker then rose, grabbing Hot Wife's articulatio talocruralis and lifting her hindquarters into the air, before, rather gently, returning her invertebrate foot to the soil. Hot Wife moaned for a second, then looked at Patrick Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his face between her legs. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his ear and pulled his face into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, vocalism,"clean and jerk it !"Henry paused a instant in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the Order, before Hot Wife's pulling on his head buried his aspect in it. The sounds of his imbrication could be heard in the starting time run-in of the behind as he continued, to Hot wife's focusing,"Lick it good, lick it rich, figure out it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Black cock stood to the face, his weapon system folded on his breast as 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, Henry still at her vagina, and began playing with Big Black Cock, running her hand up and down the shaft, caressing the drumhead until it stood, once again, in all its resplendency. She held it at the theme with both hands and bent her head to it. She could not call for the entire matter in her rima oris, but she could, and did, act her mouth over the head of it, running her glossa around it, making love to it. She suddenly grabbed Joseph Henry by his hair and directed his face, covered with all the juices from her vagina and late throb, and said, in a clear, clear-cut voice which carried to the depths of the theater,"Lick his ball, lick the light beam, for God's sake, I can't take his integral cock in my mouth, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

Henry lacked either the strength or will, or both, to withstand her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge penis and began licking Big Shirley Temple Black prick's balls, putting them in his oral cavity, sucking on them, moving his lips and clapper around the shaft until he was almost touching Hot Wife's mouth, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big Black Cock. The strait of Henry and Hot Wife's viva voce exertions could be distinctly heard throughout the elbow room. Big Black cock closed his center and came with an eruption that Hot Wife couldn't ascendancy. Cum ran out of her back talk down the side of her face. She smiled and put her hands on the sides of Henry's face and kissed him passionately and cum ran out of both their mouths until his face was completely covered with the up-to-the-minute ejaculation, and his kisses cleaned Hot Wife's face.

Big Shirley Temple peter chuckled, got up, helped Hot Wife to her ft and they started out of the ring, in the counseling Henry and Hot wife had first come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your dress and come on, we've got a real hawkshaw to suck,"and laughed gaily, as they left Henry frantically gathering his pants and shirt and shoes before running after them, out of the ring.

Henry's release was the cue for the doughnut lights to all be turned on, a fury of spotlights circled as wild euphony played and the bunch showed their taste for the appearance with thunderous clapping and shouting.

"dame and valet, Our Show ! I hope you enjoyed it, tell your friends."

And the ring luminousness went down and the brightness in the stands went up as the spent crowd filed out, still discussing what they had seen, even the first-timers fully satisfied that they had seen a carrying into action of Le Cirque des Fétiches.

Fin