BISEXUAL WHOREHOUSE by bawdypen
My name is Jane. Back in the forties, before I'd saved enough to start my own house, I worked in a whorehouse run by a man, Mo Dugan. The joint was out in the boondocks about 40 miles from any large city, but garnered all the business in that area since it was the only one.
I think the guy bought the place so he'd have steady pieces of ass...US! He screwed nearly all the girls--on a rotation basis that was based solely on his mood at the time. Of course, he didn't give us any extra for it, but when you're on your back most of the day, what's another prick? I certainly rode it often enough. Besides, he gave us fair cuts so we didn't gripe about it.
Well, there was one type of session when we'd get a small tip. On occasion, he enjoyed watching two of us getting it on. He'd masturbate, watching our lesbian cunt munching and finger- ing each other's assholes, going around the bed to view it from all angles. What he considered his one personal debauchery beyond the norm, was to have one or both of us sit on his face and piss in his mouth while he ejaculated into the mouth of the other girl. We considered it more normal than some of his other penchants.
He had two boys always on hand for the odd man who wanted such action. Orphans, they lived at the house--their services in return for room and board, though Mo additionally deposited a monthly stipend into special accounts for them.
Douglas was 19 by then, and had been there for three years. He was a fair-enough looking kid, but not very bright. But he had a great big slab of meat for cases where a man wished a good buggering up his tail.
Jimmy, a toe-headed boy of 14, was well-versed at sucking a man and taking him up the bottom. He was the picture of innocence upon his arrival at 12, and still retained his youthful beauty even after Mo had personally trained him and instructed his initial encounters with gentlemen.
When business was slow, Mo had little problem with us girls laying around, since we earned only a percentage of what we brought in by our appeal. But supporting the boys, and never reducing their monthly stipend, he'd fidget when seeing the boys laying about. Unable to blatantly advertise their availability for fear the law would greatly increase their payoff demands, he could only rely on word-of-mouth and that was less successful than he'd hoped for. He suspected the existence of a secret house catering specifically to boy lovers, but never was able to confirm it. His customers were either ignorant of it, or protectively non-committal, using our place for a specific lewdness only we catered to.
Nevertheless, Mo detested the idea that he was losing money when the boys were not providing income during slow periods. He detested it so much, in fact, that'd he take his pleasure with them just to keep from feeling cheated. Though he was defi- nitely a ladies man, Mo had little regard for whores as far as respecting them. He'd always have one of us involved when he used one of the boys to share the chores of sucking his prick and licking his balls and asshole. Also, to have a cunt and pair of tits to fondle while the boy worked on him. Mo was a lusty, lecherous rogue, and felt no remorse about admitting freely the primary purpose of having a girl join them was to watch her clean his prick with her tongue and mouth after buggering the boy up the ass. A standing fuck with the boy doubled over, doggy style on the bed, or prone with the boy sitting upon his shaft and screwing himself--it always culminated with the girl kneeling between Mo's legs and licking his slimy cock clean. If that meant sucking the boy's shit from his filthy knob, so much more his enjoyment!
Now, it was quite common for a customer to desire screwing a girl's bottom, and a nominal increase of fee was added. Should he wish to put his prick into the girl's mouth and witness her degradation by thoroughly cleaning it, the fee increased three-fold. Being far from an uncommon request, being what detestable pigs most men can be when purchasing their pleasure, the result of being subjected to the horrendous abberation was that most of the girls had at least a passing familiarity with the taste of their own shit. Perhaps initially balking, the substantial extra income soon gave a girl's pride a significantly lower priority.
But there was nothing gained at those times--not even the basic fee, much less anything extra--when Mo's cock was retrieved from the boy's ass and presented for us to completely bathe. Whether that meant eating the boy's shit from a reeking knob with globs of sticky sludge caked around it, or merely a few brown streaks along the shaft to tongue off, Mo demanded it with threats of being replaced! His only touch of sensitivity on the issue was allowing all the girls to rotate performing the vulgar obscenity. Only slightly less distasteful was the final insult of being forced to lick the boy's gaping asshole clean as he spreads his bottom directly over Mo's chest from one side to afford him the added pleasure of witnessing the operation inches from his delighted face.
His penchant for voyeuristic pleasure assured the existence of those secret peepholes found in most houses of ill-repute. Generally explained as necessary security measures for the safety of the girls, the predominant use they've universally been put to is simple erotic peeping. Arrangements are peri- odically made for a particular patron who regularly brings a guest along, graciously treating him to a night of wanton carnality at his expense, with the expressed understanding he's free to indulge any secret depravity he wishes...confiding aloud his respect for the house's reputation of absolute discretion, and assuring him that his activities would be a strictly confidential affair between him and the girl. A reputation protected so admirably, he laughed, he himself could not offer enough to have the girl divulge any particulars to tickle his dying curiosity over his guest's personal experiences.
The ruse provides him a delicious opportunity to discretely observe his friends and business acquaintances performing abandoned lewdness with a sense of security--oblivious that he's masturbating while observing every indecency they perform!
Always with the gentleman supposedly retired for his own chosen affair, Mo would accompany the guest while he made his choice, taking a moment to whisper in hushed confidentiality that as a matter of policy he always informed a gentleman of the availability should he prefer the services of a boy or young man with ample experience at pleasuring a man. If he expresses interest, Mo draws him aside and describes the boys, hinting that the older lad particularly specializes in supplying a man's more advanced, unique cravings. If pressed, Mo gives detailed descriptions of several particular perver- sions he can subject himself to and which he can subject the boy to.
One of the man's guests accepted the offer. My being by then one of Mo's favorites, he informed me of the impending debauchery should I wish to observe it. Knowing the man's host was already stationed at his private viewing post, unaware of what was about to transpire, I chose a second peephole. It was a greater distance from the bed, affording me a view of the entire room, but sufficient to witness the gentleman's lasci- vious delight at sucking a boy's large prick and balls and tonguing out his bottom. After having the boy bugger his ass mercilessly, and sucking that prick clean immediately afterward, the man had Douglas, the 19-year-old, straddle him and defecate into his mouth! He urged his prick between the boy's lips and sucked on the turd a good while before spending in his mouth.
I was aware of such affairs on the menu and occassionally being requested, but that was the first time I'd actually witnessed it. It was the amusement of knowing his host was taking in the entire spectacle that held the greatest interest for me. Of course the shock of surprise was titillating, since Mo kept me uninformed as to what particular act might be performed. Otherwise, I'd have had little interest in watching it. I'd often satisfied requests to shit on a man over the years, finding it a commonplace vulgarity to suck a prick whilst watching a man lick and suck my turds.
When I left my post and moved down the corridor, I passed the voyeur's alcove. He whipped aside the curtain and beckoned me. Naked, with his trousers bunched around his ankles, he urged me to kneel and lap up the voluminous amount of cum soaking his crotch, dripping from his hairy ballsack, and streaming down his thighs and legs. Explaining he wished to be seemingly enjoying a drink in the lounge when his friend appeared, he'd greatly appreciate my immediately attention. Teasing that he must have witnessed a session of particularly personal deliciousness to produce such a tremendous explosion, I quickly slurped up the abundance of sperm he'd messed himself with.
Soon after that the guest became a regular patron himself, once bringing a friend of his own along for a similar indul- gence. Informed that regretfully the 19-year-old Douglas was the only boy available to shit for a gentleman, and of course was presently engaged with his host, the newcomer agreed to a more conventional session with the 14-year-old.
It was only his regular habit of taking quick peeks into the rooms to assure all's well that Mo caught the offense. Unable to satisfy his urge for personal debasement, he was taking out his frustration by shitting on the youngster's chest! Straddled over the lad, turds were falling from his asshole to below Jimmy's chin. Angered, Mo was about to burst in and throw the man out. But seeing Jimmy's calm acceptance of the obscenity being performed upon him--a mere grimace betraying his discomfort--Mo hesitated a moment. If nothing more outrageous was forced upon the boy, why jeopardize a growing source of income? When the man turned and crawled between the boy's legs, scooching up and surveying how he'd defiled the boy and sniffing his own creations, he pantingly expressed sincere apologies over his inability to control his lust and knew only one possible punishment fitting his uncalled for affront to a beautiful boy who'd been so wonderfully accommodating. A punishment as vile as his sinful behavior, and he'd immediately accept it in atonement without any expecta- tions of receiving forgiveness, for he'd still be undeserving.
Upon that, the man began to eat the turds from Jimmy's chest--gobbling them up and licking the smeared remants from his hairless, soiled young body!
When called into Mo's room to accept the man's apologies for his customer's actions, and assuring him it would never happen again, he gave the boy a large bonus. He said that certain men desired performing the most outrageous perverted things, and explained how some older boys with more experience often endured such obscenities because fetishes of such vileness paid quite handsomely. As if expecting the boy to break down over the experience and release some pent-up cries of disgust, Mo's rare sensitivity and fatherly mood was broken when the boy calmly asked how much more money he'd get to shit on men like Douglas does!
When Mo described his wonder at how easily the kid accepted his experience, I asked him why, considering the boy was an avid cocksucker and bumboy, and on numerous occasions had been forced to lick his balls inches from seeing his shit being eaten from Mo's very cock. Somehow he thought those few inches were sufficient to keep the kid detached from feeling any personal humiliation.
When Jimmy assured him he'd have no problem shitting for a customer, Mo agreed to add it to his services and fixed a price, but he said a trial demonstration would be needed. When Jimmy pursued it, wanting to know how much extra if they shit on him might be earned, Mo was taken aback.
"You'd allow that to happen again, Jimmy?"
"It surprised me, and it sure stunk a lot! But as long as I don't hafta lick it or take any in my mouth, I'll do it for big tips. Real big tips!"
"Kid, a sweet boy like you will make us a bundle...just poopin' turds outta your bum!"
Mo said it was just an assurance of his ability to carry it out, and I'm not suggesting he harbored any secret passions for boyshit beyond his enjoyment of having a woman eat it from his cock after he fucked a kid, but the demonstration was a little more elaborate and personal than may have been necessary. With me there to provide little more than a female presence, given only token duties like fondling Douglas's cock or licking his balls, Mo had Jimmy climb over him and shit on his chest. To make it more endurable for him, he said, by adding some lechery to it all, he had Douglas lean in and lick along the boy's turds once they'd fallen from his pink young asshole. It was not an especially elaborate affair--nor did Douglas prolong his end of the business--it simply allowed Mo some detachment since someone else was performing a lewdness greater than being defecated on.
Douglas, no stranger to running his tongue along freshly made shit or having the occasional turd between his lips for a brief few moments, was unblushingly donating his assistance out of courtesy. His talents were becoming increasingly more in demand, and he'd gladly help out if his efforts resulted in Jimmy sharing the load. Besides, after the men he'd been with, lapping his tongue over the young boy's sweet turds was hardly a chore. If he had a true inclination for such things, rather than a purely financial motive, Jimmy's turds would most likely be quite delicious to his thinking.
He could easily imagine one particular regular of his taking one of Jimmy's darling turds into his mouth and becoming so enthralled he eagerly devours it! Though only once, the man had gotten extremely over-heated and ripped the end from a turd Douglas had freshly shitted and gulped it down without chewing as if to deny himself any opportunity to change his mind...so desperately he desired to devour some shit at that moment--his normal pattern of sniffing and tonguing the juice from Douglas' turds was totally inadequate for the voracious condition his depravity was in at that moment. If anything could spark a repeat of that intensity within the man, Jimmy could. He'd break the man's self-imposed limitations and have him eating his turds from the floor!
Four years later, I inherited an old Victorian mansion in St. Louis from my Aunt Cecile. With that, and what I'd saved, I decided to open my own establishment. Knowing the lucrative appeal of their services, I persuaded Douglas and Jimmy to go with me. And a couple of the girls. Mo didn't mind too much. He'd suffered a recent heart attack and decided to close his house in a few months. He also handed over the bank documents for the boys' savings. While they were surprised and grateful, it didn't deter their decision to join me...so adept were they at the only profession they'd known.
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