Le corrie des Fétiches

The maîtresse de cérémonie stood in the middle of the room with a long-handled whip, as tall as she, held in her veracious handwriting, the G-string and popper of which, combined, were of the Sami length as the handle. Long black hair, dark red brim, descent red nails made the first mental picture on the viewer. Her black eye war paint set off her blue eyes that watched everything, every maneuver ; each subtle glimpse fashioning sure that the full performance was exact. She wore satin drawers, a satin jacket, black stockings and six-inch black patent leather platform cad. During the carrying into action, she used her whip selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasize direction, to control goal were met, to tell a perfect functioning, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was genus Bos. It had been bought from a Circus, when whips went out of mode as a tool of LE enlightened times. For this meter, and plaza, it was perfect.

The interview was made up of connoisseurs, dilettantes who appreciated the nicety of the operation, and, who had, perhaps, brought protégés they were initiating, or fellow-travelers, who had heard of the notable display and wanted to see it themselves, to relish the emotion, the tension of the most exquisite appearance of its type in the worldly concern. The characters were mostly stock, familiar to habitués, perhaps a piddling orphic to the uninitiated.

First, as always, was the Straight Man, trained over many eld, his part was the initiative among equals, the most important for setting the spirit for the appearance. A fairly average looking male person, with dark-brown thinning hair, hiding his nakedness as best he could from the prying eyes of the crew, stumbled with well-rehearsed movements into the annulus. The lighting went down and a spotlight framed him, exposing him to the leers of the wear upon crowd, to the astonishment of low gear clock 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 human knee, bitch !"and the whip cracked in the night, a limelight flashed on her as it did, and the sound focused attention on the heterosexual Man, who dropped to his genu in obvious fright. Another spotlight went up, and a taller man, blonde, with a winning smile appeared as if by magic. As always, the hand clapping went up until it filled the room. He did not acknowledge it, but, at first, kept his eyes on the Straight Man.

She allowed the applause to swell until, at just the properly time, her voice filled the whole room,"Silence"! The gang calmed down, with only the sound of some quiet crying, and rustle of frantically whispering voices, some perplexed, some comforting, until tote up silence reigned again, the blonde Man walked, in his spotlight, toward the Straight Man with a convinced tread, until their limelight merged. Six inches in front 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 moustache, all white tooth and dimples, occasionally waving, and pointing.

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

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

Her whiplash broke the air again, a spotlight flashed on her each prison term she cracked her whip, and the heterosexual person Man wailed again,"What have I done ?"

"You lie, you know why you are here. You know what you are to do, get laid what you want to do. Don't be afraid, just do it,"her voice was reasonable, but the swish of the whiplash accented her wrangle, and the Straight Man sunk crushed with his chin resting on his hands, clasped to his neck.

The blonde Man smiled his surefooted smile, picking out starter in the hearing for eye contact.

"Do what you want, heterosexual person Man. Don't headache, all these people here are witness that I compelled you."She smiled and cracked the whip again, including the interview in her private joke.

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

"With your mouthpiece, with your mouth,"she said, in aggravation, and the whiplash cut the air, but this clock time never contacted the straight person Man. The interview still gasped at the sound.

The heterosexual Man used his teeth to awkwardly open the fly of the Blonde Man. When it was open, he flicked his tongue inside and wrapped it around a strap holding a good-sized tool down and set it detached, and its hard-on caused it to spring into the air to tremendous applause. A few of the hearing got up, with their eyes averted, to leave. They were, without exception, reseated, in some font rather firmly, and, from their fundament, they glanced at the show furtively, hardly believing what they were seeing. The tip of the Blonde Man's rooster brushed the nose of the straight man. The Blonde Man kept smiling, looking at member of the audience, never looking at the Straight Man, on his stifle in figurehead of him.

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

The Straight Man looked up and, keeping his mitt clasped behind him, slowly took the tip of the member in presence of him to his rim. The Blonde Man did not react to the Straight Man, but smiled at the hearing, whose eyes were riveted on the scene below as the Straight Man nodded, up and down, slowly taking more of the dick between his mouth. As the interview quieted, the strait of his sucking could be faintly heard as he took Sir Thomas More and more of the cock, deeper and deeper into his mouth until, as if by some magic illusion, the whole cock had disappeared and the nose of the Straight Man was lost in the dark blond pubic haircloth of the Blonde Man. The directly man looked in the eyes of the blond Man, who kept his Kuki 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 drama played out, over and over at a certain footstep, until the crack of the whip quickened the it, and the heterosexual person Man was wildly slamming his oral fissure up and down the rotating shaft of the cock with feverish action. The Blonde Man came without a speech sound, without changing his expression, the only denotation being the unrestrained swallowing of the Straight Man and a drop of cum, poised on his lip. That cum drop remained as the straightaway Man manually put the prick of the Blonde Man back in his bloomers and zipped his fly. When his fly was closed, the blond Man bowed to the audience and stepped out of the spotlight into the swarthiness. The Straight Man, with his lip, carefully scooped the drop hanging on his lip into his back talk and swallowed it. The spotlight went off to wild hand clapping, and when another came up, the heterosexual person Man was gone.

She bowed to the audience, pointing her party whip to the soil in front line of her, then she straightened, lifted her arms and the light source came up and medicine played wildly as four masses ran out to the anchor ring and in a choreographed dance, placed power pylon at the bound of the quoin and attached together with a rope festooned with laurel wreath and jangling bells. The effect was to make a gaily decorated rail around the edges of the ring.

The lightness dimmed and a public eye came up and a fanfare played and, into the closed chain, onto the temp trail, high-stepped a beautiful blonde girl, with a bridle and bit, shaking her mind so her pony-tail waved, pulling a two-wheeled cart with flashing, spoke wheels, on which a small-scale man sat, holding reins attached to the bit in one hand and a whip in the former. The knees of the girlfriend 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 base for a yellow plume. It was of such a length that, when one leg was on the reason, her head nodded, the early leg was pulled up a foot and a half into the air, with her knee toward the chin, so the shot glass girl appeared always prancing or about to start, which in turn of events caused the crib tail on her chief to undulate in metre. With this restriction, the fille pulling the cart pranced around the rail, wearing five-inch senior high heels, for all the interview to see, her pony-tail swinging on her cernuous drumhead and with a butt hack inserted which was garnished with a tenacious, cream-colored sawbuck's bum which swished attractively, while the number one wood cracked his whip overhead and waved to the crowd. They came to a halt and a spotlight narrowed and stayed on them. Another came up in another corner of the band, and an equally beautiful girl, with a red pony-tail waving, red plume, her red butt jade tooshie swishing, her human knee moving in a perfect gait, came into the ring and repeated the action at law of the first.

Her driver stopped directly abreast the first. Once Thomas More, as the maîtresse waved her whip, the igniter dimmed and, spotlighted, yet another pony girl entered the ringing, this metre with a female driver, pilus cut light. She was more free with the whip than the other number one wood, snapping it faithful to pony girl. This pony young lady had smuggled, crinkle pilus spectacularly framing her delicate feature, a coal shameful tail on her coffin nail hack, which waved provocatively as she pranced around the cart track with her jet-black feather. When they arrived abreast the other two, the maîtresse signalled with her whip and all the lighting came up, and the pony daughter nodded and pranced expectantly as the crowd stilled in anticipation.

The maîtresse produced a pistol from a hide out air hole and and shouted,"On your fool !"

The inflammation built.

"Get Set !"

Then the sound of the pistol shot in the air crashed, and the trot girls were off, racing around the racetrack, knees prancing high school, tails swishing and pony-tails flying up and down, around the caterpillar track, once, twice, three times, the carts flashed and careened ! A trip up by the blonde, and the red pony girl came to the forepart and during the cobbler's last two laps wasn't caught. At the end of the race, the pylons were opened and she pranced to the marrow of the doughnut where a miscellany of flush was placed around her neck to fervent clapping and the obvious delight of her device driver, who pulled back on her reins regularly to cause the girl to sashay in place, tails a-flutter.

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

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

"For your look at delight, Snowballing !"

A small-breasted, powder compact charwoman, with short, Black hair entered the ring, with two males. She, as they, was naked. She had a beautiful smile and waved to the crowd on all English, turning so they could see her, and admire her. The three of them stopped in the eye of the ringing, in line and the two males walked around the female, waving to the bunch, allowing them to see them, to get to jazz them. Finally, when the bonding with the interview was complete, the three stopped, the igniter went down except for one spot on them and the girl turned and smiled at each of the males in turn. Then she dropped to her knees and began performing fellatio on the male to her right field. 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 sass closed, and waved to the crowd to elicit applause. She pirouetted suddenly and grabbed the fellow's face with both hands and, on tip-toe, gave him a foresighted passionate kiss, until the unmistakable dribbling of cum came out the side of his sass. The fille turned completely around, with a immense smile, and waved to the crowd so everyone could see her dimples, and her empty backtalk, and the fall of cum on the man's face.

She then walked to the second man, got on her knee in front of him, and, since he was already put up, immediately blew him. He staggered as he filled her mouth. When his earth tremor were over, she stood up, waved to the crowd with her back talk tightly closed and accepted their applause. She turned and deliberately walked to the first man again, put her implements of war around his neck and on her tiptoes, with one leg kicked up, pulled him to her and gave him his sec passionate osculation. Some spots of cum were still on his expression from his interjection, now they were intermingled with the spunk from the second base man. The girl with her big grinning 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 mixture of germ, into the kickoff man's mouth 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 men, 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 grin and skipping, happy gait.

The audience was ecstatic, flower and coins littered the sawdust as the three performing artist left the tintinnabulation, the dimples of the girl clearly visible from the gamey reaches of the seating. The lights dimmed and proletarian cleared the tributes.

When the Inner Light 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 River and orchis or some former terrestrial errand. The noblewoman was dressed to mill about, like in a 1930's movie, with a silk robe that had feathered dress around the arm and neck opening. She wore, perhaps, too lots make-up, but, all in all, was attractive. The solely thing really distinguishing her appearance were the spectacular red letters patent leather pumps with a 5-inch bounder she was wearing. All in all, they, except for the way the noblewoman was dressed, looked like typical unseasoned grandparents, like you'd see at church, or at the ballpark, or even at the grocery store computer memory, him pushing the handcart. She took him seductively by the script and led him to the end of the chaise lounge, which she proceeded to lay down on, with her metrical foot just over the edge, toward the man. She arranged pillows so she could see over her plenteous tit and produced and nail file and started filing her nails, examining her study every span of mo. The scene carefully set, she asked, in a gaudy vox,"well, what do you require ?"

He looked down at her from top to bottom, and, his oculus resting on her infantry, said,"I want to worship your fundament,"his articulation was quietly, but carried.

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

"Yes."

She smiled and pointed one toe,"Go ahead, get on your knees and bulge out with the horseshoe, clobber them, throw sure enough they are clean, there is sawdust on them, there and there, and, when you are done, tell 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 wear these,"and she produced a duad of handcuff and held them out with one finger.

Resigned, he got up, went to the head of the chaise lounge turned around with his handwriting behind him, and she closed his wrist in the handlock and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a range around her neck. She returned it between her knocker, and said,"Now, you may pick my shoes."

The man walked back, awkwardly got to his genu and began methodically licking her shoes, the tops, the soh, the heels, which he put down his throat and suck clean, until he declared himself finished.

She pointed one toe in the air, turned the shoe this way and that, then inspected the early the same way so that the audience could concur they were cleaned.

"Now take off the right field brake shoe, using your knife and mouth, and office it neatly to the side."

With some apparent difficultness, he got the skid mostly off, by wedging his clapper between the shoe and her archway and running it behind her blackguard, 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 side. When he did, he revealed her toes, polished a attack engine red, with lacquer that made them shine in the luminousness as she wiggled her toes and turned her foot from side to side for the audience to see. He was mesmerized. He started with the tips of her toes and kissed and licked and sucked every in of her foot, up to her ankle. She filed her nails, examined her body of work and generally ignored the man as he worshipped her feet. When the right groundwork was everlasting, the man repeated the military action on the left hand, as the lady studiously ignored him, until, after a desirable dramatic interlude, he was finished. He stood up.

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

‘ Yes,"he said.

"well, I'm certainly the audience enjoyed the show,"and, on perfect cue, applause, shouting, whistling and other sound of approval filled the room.

She motioned him back to her, took out the key to the handlock 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 stifle and put it on her invertebrate foot, which she triumphantly held in the air before placing it on the earth, before he got the left skid and everything was repeated. She gave him her deal and he held it as she got up, waving to the crowd with the nail file cabinet still in her hand and they marched off with her on his arm.

The shay lounge stayed in the ring as the next act began. A man, slightly inadequate than his comrade who was in hound, entered the ring, with the rather ordinary-looking adult female on his arm, swinging a bag and laughing as they talked, though what they were saying couldn't be made out. Stagehands rolled up a portable rack with wearing apparel hangers on it and placed it on the stage, at the head of the lounge, as the couple waved to the crowd and took their bows.

After the level was set, the twosome moved to the rack, hung the bag on a lure, and started undressing the cleaning woman, the man holding the clothes as she removed them and carefully hung 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 pinko seamed stockings and matching pink laced pantie and bra, which seemed to hide 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, socks, held up with garters, and boxer shortstop and undershirt with definite mounds in the front.

She then took off the pantie, holding on to the man's articulatio humeri as she lifted her legs one at a time, bent-grass over. When the step-in were off, they were folded neatly and put on the chaise lounge, and, finally, the woman stood up and, astonishingly, ‘ she'had a penis, for the first time clearly visible. ‘ She'turned around so all could see, and removed ‘ her'bra, as ‘ she'turned. ‘ Her'dresser was completely monotonic. The bra was folded and ‘ she'turned to the man, to avail him. Using both hands, ‘ she'pulled the singlet over his header to reveal two firm breasts. ‘ She'grabbed the elastic of ‘ his'boxers and pulled them down with ‘ her'two ovolo. When ‘ she'lifted up ‘ her'head, it could be seen that the ‘ man'had a vagina, the pubic hair expertly trimmed. When the boxers were neatly folded and both curing of underclothing placed under the pillow on the chaise lounge, the ‘ fair sex'was swept in the ‘ man's'coat of arms and firmly kissed as ‘ she'leaned back on ‘ her'heel. ‘ She'got on the bed, and the ‘ man ’, leering, went to the bag and got out a dildo, attached to a habiliment harness. ‘ He'theatrically put it on, until ‘ he'stood, hands on hips, still leering, with a nine inch penis extended, out of all proportion, in straw man of ‘ him ’. ‘ He'reached into the bag and pulled out a feeding bottle of some lubricant and took it over to the ‘ lady friend'who enthusiastically began rubbing it on the ‘ phallus ’. When ‘ she'was satisfied with ‘ her'workplace after examining it, ‘ he'returned the bottle to the bag. ‘ She'then got up and leaned over the headway of the daybed lounge, bent-grass over the large cylindrical 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 inch at a time, to stick in the ‘ penis'into ‘ her'hole. ‘ Her'gasps, and finally yell, were clearly heard. Finally, ‘ he'seemed to lose solitaire and shoved in a couple of inch with a lift. ‘ She'screamed,"It's too big"!

‘ He'laughed,"I can't be too ample, you can't be too melt off, and, pamper it can't be too big ”. ‘ He'pulled it out a bit then shoved it back enthusiastically, a little further this time. ‘ Her'scream was not as loud, more a cry. Another thrust and a squeal, then more driving force, more squeals until the dildo was in, in all the way. ‘ He'then began pulling it out, and with firm poke, re-inserting it. ‘ He'picked up the regular recurrence and ‘ her'squeals became regular until ‘ she'was lifting ‘ her'ass in meter to ‘ his'thrusts. ‘ She'buried ‘ her'brain in the pillow and the squeals became,"Harder, please, grueling ”, and the rhythm picked up even more than stop number, until the pound became wildcat, as ‘ he'twist ‘ his'knee for upper limit leverage, and the slapping phone filled the hall and the audience started clapping in time. A few hour of this, and ‘ she'screamed,"Oh, God, that's flavour so full 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 huge smiling on ‘ his'expression."Do you like getting fucked, expert, babe, do you ?"But ‘ her'only result was the squeals in prison term to ‘ his'stab. Twice more ‘ she'screamed out, before, finally, ‘ he'slowly extracted the dildo, and, using ‘ his'hip, waved it at the crowd while ‘ she'lay exhausted on the boundary of the lounge. stage technician came out, and gently lifted ‘ her'onto the lounge where ‘ she'lay on ‘ her'abdomen with a slight smile on ‘ her'boldness, and rolled it, and the stand, out of the ring while ‘ he'followed, strutting and with ‘ his'hips waving ‘ his phallus'in the air, his hands clasped together over his hear, and that huge grin.

Once again the sparkle dimmed. The display waited while the deafening clapping died down and the Inner Light, once again, went completely down. A spotlight came on and a delicate womanhood, with sizeable breasts stood, naked, in the eye of the stage. A trapeze hung down a couple of feet above her, and, from it, hang up radiocarpal joint handcuff suspended on a chain.

"Lift up your arms to the hamper, beef,"rang out in the maîtresse's sack up voice, and the lash cracked. The woman lifted her subdivision above her drumhead, toward the shackles, but they were too senior high school. She stood on her toes and strained but they were still out of reach. The trapeze lowered until the shackles were at her articulatio radiocarpea.

A blond cleaning woman, hair in a severe bun, dressed in a leather bodysuit and thigh high charge, and with a spectacular body, entered. She walked up to the naked adult female and snapped the shackles on her wrist joint and waved the trapeze up. It ascended until the toes of the delicate woman barely touched the ground, and, still, from time to meter she swung, grabbing for the terra firma again with her toes. The height was such that she always just barely failed to regain a horse barn base. The blonde left and came back rolling an open cabinet which contained all kind of whiplash, crops, canes, gags, clips, and early torture devices.

"You are here, cunt, because you love the pain, be intimate the mortification, have sex to be tormented, is that not so ?"

"Yes,"her voice was soft but realize and carried well.

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

"Yes."Her articulation was firm and determined.

The blond sneered and selected a ball with a short dildo and a strap, a Graeco-Roman sadomasochistic twist, a ball gag. She inserted the dildo in the defenseless fair sex's sass and tightened the strap behind her read/write head. The victim rolled her middle toward the blonde who went back to the cabinet. She selected two large clip with teeth, showed them to the crowd, clipping them out-of-doors and shut, walked up and placed one on each of the nipples of the set aside daughter. The lady friend grunted and swung and desperately tried to regain terms as her chest heaved. The blond twisted the clinch, fiddled with them, tweaked them as girl jumped and grunted and tears started rolling down her face. With a final pinch, which set the girl swinging, the blonde went back to the locker and tested the flexibleness and strength of several of the party whip before selecting a riding crop, of the eccentric carried by passenger of show horses or jockeys. She scratched her nose with it as she passed the frightened young lady and went, out of the victim's slew, behind her as the victim swung. She timed her first bollocks perfectly, as the finespun girl with the sizeable boob swung back toward the blonde at the good distributor point. The sound of the stroke on the delicate girl's keister was sharp and tawdry. The victim danced, her toes caught the ground and propelled her back into the air and the sound of her muffled scream cut through the air. The blonde stood back and admired the red weal rising on the ass of the dupe. She swung back the crop and hit the girl again, in perfect cadence, and the saltation was livelier, the belly laugh still muffled but more frantic, and the blonde started whipping the appealing butt in front of her, regularly, in a rhythm method of birth control the shackled fille soon matched, raising her butt toward the blow in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging girlfriend and grabbed her teat from behind and gave a vicious twist to the nipple clamp. Red welts covered her arse 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 woman nodded her head up and down vigorously and danced on her toes. The blond went back to the cabinet and selected a long bamboo cane and flexed it before walking back behind the fille. The strokes landed with a craze, as the blonde counted,"1, 2, 3.."and the interview chimed in, counting each bump as the victim cried and danced. The blonde stopped, lifted the cane above her head and, with the crowd cheering,"Do it, do it,"let fly a potent blow which sent the lady friend swinging on the trapeze like a tether ball on a rophy, legs flailing the air, tears streaming. She repeated this several times as the soft young woman swung in an arc, first away from her tormentor, then back, until red chevron covered the ass of the soft girl. At last the blond bowed to the crowd, replaced the cane in the cabinet, took off the 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 blonde reached up and released the wrists and the ticklish cleaning woman collapsed on the floor, chest heaving until she reached for the iron heel of the blonde and kissed them over and over. Her asshole remained hearable over the full auditorium, until stagehands came with a handcart and removed her, clutching for the pegleg of the blonde striding beside her, ignoring her.

The gang applauded vigorously and shouted for more.

The maîtresse silenced them with a stare."It is tradition to end our display with a unpaid volunteer, someone who, having seen the appearance previously, compliments to be a piece of this show. Tonight, as always, we have our unskilled volunteer ”, 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 arms to the crowd and encouraged their applause.

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

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

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

"Yes."

"goodness,"she smiled.

"Now is the clip to get discase, Patrick Henry, I know this may be difficult, for some the most difficult office 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 underclothing, and his shirt and some slip-on shoes, until he stood, naked, in front end of the crowd. He looked very mean, except for a garden pink charge plate batting cage, a chastity device, covering his member.

"Good, Henry, now we are going to do some lighting tricks to add drama and other level effects as we introduce our other part and begin, are you ready ?"

"Yes."

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

"Ladies and man, Hot Wife !"Mad clapping rang from all sides.

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

The gasp from the interview was hearable and then the applause began again as into the ringing strode a six and a half infantry improbable opprobrious man, 250 hammering, with a ten-inch erect penis. His white teeth creased his facial expression in a big smile as he raised his blazonry above his pass and turned in a roundabout so the entire crowd could see him, and his superbia and joy. Hot Wife's leer intensified as she stared at Big Black Cock. Henry's eyes got big and he dropped his manus to cover his tool, and slightly flex his stifle as if to cover his insufficiency, observable to him as well as the entire audience.

Big Black shaft 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 bosom. He swept her off her feet and deposited her on her back, on the sawdust, with her ramification 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 wife, slowly at first, but with capital tempo, more powerful thrusts, as they continued, rutting in the Circus ring. Hot Wife grunted in unison with the poking. After a couple of min, Hot married woman screamed out,"Yes, Yes"and started meeting the powerful poke with More purpose, using her wooden leg to increase the leverage to multiply the strength behind her driving force and continuing her screams. Within another minute, Big Black rooster gave out a mighty yowl and climaxed with one last shaft and a rotation of his ass, with his massive shaft buried in Hot Wife.

Big inkiness tool then rose, grabbing Hot Wife's mortise joint and lifting her hindquarters into the air, before, rather gently, returning her understructure to the ground. Hot wife moaned for a second, then looked at Joseph Henry and beckoned him to her and directed his fount between her legs. When he was kneeling before her, she grabbed his spike and pulled his face into her vagina and with a laugh, said, with a sultry, uneven, voice,"Clean it !"Henry paused a moment in the air, just millimeters from her vagina, as if he might be considering the ordination, 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 married woman's counselling,"Lick it honorable, lick it deep, lick it all,"and maniacal laugh.

Big Negroid pecker stood to the position, his subdivision folded on his dresser as Henry licked. After a lilliputian 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 Negro Cock, running her hand up and down the shaft, caressing the heading until it stood, once again, in all its glorification. She held it at the base with both work force and knack her heading to it. She could not take the full affair in her mouth, but she could, and did, run her lips over the head of it, running her tongue around it, making love to it. She suddenly grabbed Henry by his fuzz and directed his face, covered with all the succus from her vagina and previous throb, and said, in a clear, clear-cut vocalization which carried to the depths of the theater,"clout his balls, lick the lance, for God's sake, I can't engage his intact stopcock in my mouthpiece, I need you,"and grinning and resuming her worship of the cock.

Henry lacked either the metier or will, or both, to hold her, and he dutifully allowed himself to be directed to the huge phallus and began licking Big Black putz's balls, putting them in his mouth, sucking on them, moving his sass and tongue around the shaft until he was almost touching Hot married woman's lips, then down again in a frenzy which further excited Big Black peter. The auditory sensation of Henry and Hot wife's oral exam exertions could be distinctly heard throughout the room. Big pitch blackness Cock closed his eyes and came with an bang that Hot Wife couldn't control. Cum ran out of her lip down the side of her expression. She smiled and put her workforce 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 late ejaculation, and his buss cleaned Hot Wife's face.

Big Black shaft chuckled, got up, helped Hot wife to her feet and they started out of the halo, in the charge Henry and Hot married woman had kickoff come. She turned back and yelled,"Get your clothes and come on, we've got a real dick to suck,"and laughed gaily, as they left Joseph Henry frantically gathering his pants and shirt and shoes before running after them, out of the ring.

Henry's exit was the cue for the ringing luminance to all be turned on, a frenzy of spotlight circled as violent music played and the crowd showed their appreciation for the show with deafening clapping and shouting.

"madam and Gentlemen, Our Show ! I hope you enjoyed it, separate your friends."

And the gang igniter went down and the sparkle 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 performance of Le cirque des Fétiches.

Fin