FRENCH WHOREHOUSE--Part 2
Having just won the male brothel in a high-stakes poker game the night before, Andre Clarendon decided to inspect the activities and see how his boys performed. They were not warned, but permission was requested from their clientele upon arrival that he may burst in on them for the purpose of assuring himself that they were being accommodated expertly and without complaint. None balked at the prospect of having their intimate encounter interrupted and witnessed by the handsome new 'madam.' Remarkable, really, since the place was known for catering to men with more bizarre tastes than usual. Sexual idiosyncrasies often not permitted at other establishments. But then, perhaps men with more sophisticated desires also were inveterate exhibitionists.
An occasional patron himself, Andre, of course, knew of this. Thus his reckless willingness to raise his bet on a less- than-impressive hand. His concern about quality treatment was genuine alright, but he also had ulterior motives. Many a time he'd wonder what particular perversion was being performed in the adjoining rooms. Behavior he may or may not do personally, but would enjoy viewing others so engaged.
At each quiet intrusion, he motioned for the employee to continue whatever they were doing, and stood back to watch a while before asking for the client's evaluation or comments.
In the first room a skinny, plucky lad with a smooth body and extremely large prick lay on a couch. He was slowly masturbating, fisting his cock with both hands, and smiling brightly at the client's oogling appreciation and constant expressions of wonder and praise. Then he raised his legs up high and wide and began moving a finger around his anus. Pressing and spreading the wrinkled, hairy pooch, he soon inserted the tip past the ring then slipped the finger half-way up his rectum and lewdly wormed it around in a circle.
The naked client knelt, watching the boy pleasuring himself in a vulgar way. He put his face near to sniff the odors being drawn from the moist ring. He was also squeezing a very stiff erection between his legs.
"Is there anything else you wish me to do, sir?" the boy smiled.
"Yes. Something a bit unorthodox, perhaps, but could I lick your finger, please?"
A tame request, surely. The man was a new customer, perhaps anxious to try out things he'd never had the courage to do in the past.
"Certainly," the boy smiled, pulling his finger from his rectum and wiping the oily slickness over the man's quivering lips. "I assure you," he continued in a gently-encouraging manner, "my finger was perfectly clean before I inserted it up there. Thus any smells or flavors you may encounter are quite natural. I wouldn't want anything to interfere with your special amusements."
The man moaned lustily as the heady stink filled his nostrils, and his tongue flicked out for little tastes of the nasty, coated finger. He circled his lips, offering them to be invaded, making them look like another anus to be finger- fucked. The boy slowly slipped the sticky digit in as the man began to suck away the slight bitterness, reaching back to thrust a finger up his own bottomhole and frig it.
"You may have noticed I did not penetrate fully. If you find my rectal juices a delight, perhaps you'd like to advance further. I'm sure by digging deeper you may find lustier aromas and flavors!"
"I think I should like to. I've such desires to do wicked things with a smutty lad like yourself! I mean no offense by that, just that you're so experienced and shameless in these matters. I'm grateful for any encouragement to help find my lascivious boundaries. Perhaps I shall have the nerve to explore within that tempting chute myself in the near future, but as I have both hands busy with other endeavors--and the sight would be most thrilling--would you put that sweet finger back in and dig as deeply as necessary for what you feel I may enjoy?"
"Of course. I know just the spots to collect what a man like you might find a special treat. I warn you, though," he teased with a grin, "one taste and you will gruffly admonish yourself for denying yourself such exquisite lickings. There is no shame in it, and most boys with any erotic sense at all would revel having a man request to lick the stuff from his bottom. "Mmmm." He thrust the finger entirely up his rectum and drilled around in there in a most obscene way! "Yes, right here! It should be quite alluring by now. I'm told it's uncommonly cheesy up my asshole."
The man stared in anticipation, biting his lip. Another finger went up his own ass, quickly sliding along the first and opening the hole up.
The leisurely encounter now assuming a more urgent tone, Andre decided then would be best to interrupt. He knelt beside the man.
"If I'm correct in my understanding, this is your first time to so freely lick a boy's anal juices? May I ask a personal question then? I presume by the way you have so easily accommodated those two fingers up your own bottom that one might find them buried thusly quite often. Do you pull them out and suck on them?"
"C-constantly, sir! Such is my frustration with this hidden perversion. I've so feared making such a revolting suggestion to a boy, that I've resorted to thrusting them into my mouth and sucking them clean whilst I spend in a delirium! All the while I imagine them having come directly from a sweet lad's bottom, and that thought alone has caused me much humiliation because I wallow with even more ferver the times they come out covered with muck and filth! I reach the heavens in my imagi- nation, but once spent I discover hell from being so disgusted at what I've done. Do other men do such things? To themselves, I mean?"
"Oh, sir, you would be amazed at what some men do," the boy assured him, "quite freely and with the most salacious abandon you could ever imagine! Many openly admit they still find their own smells and tastes the best of all, and will perform such atrocies right in front of a boy...their vulgar wantonness obviously beyond normal for such acts because they are on display!"
"Do you feel a similar temptation?" Andre asked. "Would you derive more enjoyment than usual were you to rip your fingers from your ass this instant and clean them as we watched?"
"Oh! It's true!" he gasped, the truthful words overwhelm- ingly stimulating as he watched the boy's puffy anus dilate and heard the sloshing sounds the moist hole was making. He pulled them out and brought them to his face. At some time he'd obvi- ously added a third, because a trio of fingers were coated with slime. He closed his eyes and sniffed them, groaning deeply from excitement. His mouth slowly opened.
"Hold, sir!" Andre cried, startling the man. "Calm is in order. I don't wish to cause your premature orgasm. As intoxi- cating as those gritty digits may be, remember your resolve. You'd much prefer the ones the boy is warming for you now. And you shouldn't allow this," he took the man's hand, "to distort or confuse your tastebuds. Besides, they are wet with sticky fluids, but not as dirty as I think you might wish. Boy? What if a man at a moment like this...perhaps this man...wanted more? Wanted to luxuriate in your most intimate of flavors? Would you be prepared to accommodate him?"
"Absolutely, sir. A common request and I always try to satisfy. Just beyond where you can imagine my fingertips now explore, a lusty turd lays in wait. That way I can easily deliver it whole, or often during games like this simply push it within reach and mash my fingers around or into it. Whatever a gentleman's pleasure may be!"
Andre winked at him, then looked at the man's suddenly blushing face and knew he'd hit the mark. "There you have it, sir. Anything at your request. Here, let me clean these for you while you decide." He lowered his mouth over the thicky-coated fingers, licking and sucking off the man's ass juices!
The man quickly mashed his face between the boy's buttocks to lick the probing fingers as they moved in and out.
"Oh, yes. How incomparable!" he gushed. "Put them into my mouth and let me taste! Start pushing, my boy. I want you to ram them back up there and cover them with as much of your delicious confection as you are able. Then make me clean off every dirty morsel with my tongue and lips until I've eaten it!"
The boy moved onto his left side, pulling his knees up to an almost fetal position. Reaching behind, he resumed his activity--moaning softly in a personal, intimate manner as he roughly worked three fingers around in a wide circle, loosening the entrance to his shit tunnel so he could penetrate further. Simultaneously, he also pushed down on his sphincter muscles, determined that the meeting shall take place for his eager client. Of course, he also had his employer to appease with a good performance.
Feeling the lapping tongue return, he twice extracted his probers and blindly felt for the man's mouth to supply more lubricant. The man understood, meanwhile grateful to have some assgrease to lick and smear under his nose. He well-moistened them when finished, and saw them lewdly re-inserted...further than before.
Andre, sitting nearby on the floor, meant to be incon- spicuous. But he couldn't refrain from idly toying with the man's juicy anus. He'd rather enjoyed the sticky sauce earlier, and when the man got into a squatting position--his anus conveniently exposed as he silently gave Andre an inviting glance--he reached under the buttocks and teased.
The man had certainly well-dilated his fetid aperture. Teasing like this would most likely go unnoticed. Within seconds, Andre had his middle finger totally imbedded up the hole.
Occassionally he'd jigger the moist chute in ritual finger- fucking strokes. But mostly he caressed, explored, and leisurely wormed around into every mushy crevice and corner he could reach...giving them both an erotic treat without detracting from the main drama that was quickly unfolding before their eyes.
"OHHH!" the boy cooed deliciously--most of his fist now buried inside his stretched anus. "Oh, yes. Mmmmm. Thick and sturdy. I'm able to play with the first two inches of my turd...run my fingers around full circle and tug upon it. Oh, how marvelous the sensation! Permit me, sir, a few moments of selfish indulgence before our task?"
"Certainly. No need to ask, lad. I can nearly imagine your pleasure now, due to your employer's expertise at stimulating a man's shithole."
His sudden gasps of breathless delight told all as he freely fondled his unborn turd. The man's anus twitched open and closed on Andre's diddler as his excitement grew. And as the fresh turd's oily coating was being disturbed, and the plundered rectum's walls were rubbed, built-up steam began to hiss through the crevices of the stretched, finger-stuffed asshole--DIRECTLY INTO THE SNIFFING MAN'S FACE!
Quickly reaching between his legs, he grasped Andre's hand. "Hold, sir. A moment. This blasting stench already threatens to pop my nuts!" He leaned closer, collecting more of the forbidden ambrosia.
The boy was ready. If he rummaged much longer up his bubbling bowels he'd surely come and faint away from ecstasy!
"Your pleasure, sir? Shall you lick what I've collected, or do you wish some meat? I can break some off, or strangle the end of my turd into a mash that will cover my fingers with warm shit to eat."
"The juices! QUICKLY!" he gushed.
The moment the boy pulled his hand free, he twisted it outward. In a flash he felt a mouth devour them, urgently sucking while a wet tongue wiggled frantically to clean between the sticky digits.
A quick grasp of a hand on his told Andre to resume. The smells, and the man's loud, frenetic slurping had caused him to pull his prick out. He stroked cock and hole in tandem, happy to again slip around inside the man's silky interior. Hell, he wanted a lick too! He thrust up deeply, swirling it around, then yanked it out and popped it into his mouth without a glance! He rammed it back up the asshole--savoring the excremental sharpness.
"Once more!" the man gasped, licking his lips. The boy clawed his own insides, gathering honey. The man lapped and slurped--moaning and humming--squeezing the winding finger immersed up his sloshy tail. Then he slammed his face down and began to suck the boy's gaping asshole! He smothered his nose and mouth into the vacant crevice and tongued around the entire mushy rim like a possessed demon!
The fuckboy pulled his cheek up--giving the man free access to soothe his ravaged asshole. But the man abruptly stopped.
"GAWD! THAT IS THE ONLY WAY TO EAT AN ASSHOLE!!" he cried, backing his wet, stinking face away. "I only have a chance at one feast before I unload. Work your turd down, boy. Reach in and tweak what you can in your fingertips, then feed it to my lips. As I devour the chunky slag, increase my pleasure with the sight of your cheesy turd oozing from your luscious sluthole!"
That was no problem. His turd was already within reach and ready to bolt. He dug three fingers in and grabbed for it. The man's impatient lips were already lapping over his knuckles. His insistent turd was so fat, so close, that his anus gaped without assistance. He squeezed off a fair amount and pressed it to the man's lips. With an agonized cry of lust, the man sucked it off. Then the boy continued doing it. He kept working his fingers in and out of his stuffed asshole, pinching away, as the man kept eating his shit. Seven or eight times he pulled dung from his anus, rapidly shoveling it into the man's mouth!
Seeing the man's throbbing prick jerking around--fluids leaking from the bloated knob--Andre discarded his own prick and began to masturbate his shit-eating customer. He also crammed two more fingers up his pulsing shithole...screwing it as viciously as he was pounding the man's turgid meat!
Suddenly the man pushed the boy's hand away. "SHIT!" he cried, staring at the raunchy brown crap blocking the huge anal circle. "I'M COMING! PUSH IT OUT!!"
He made two distinct moves before going rigid from the neck down. He nearly impaled himself on Andre's hand by slamming his ass down hard...and crooked his head to fit his mouth around the boy's filthy anus. All three explosions were simultaneous ...and all belonged to the client!
As the lusty owner clawed at his throbbing prostate, exploding thunderbolts through his body that instantly blew the jizz from his balls and out his cockhead...exploding every- where! But at that same moment his tastebuds exploded, instantly salivating as his mouth was stuffed with shit! He gnawed the vile tube shamelessly, wondering for a second whether his cock was spurting so furiously from the talented fist manipulating it, the sudden vicious rape of his prostate, or the overwhelmingly delicious obscenity of having a common slutboy shitting into his open mouth! God, the feel of that turd slithering between his lips as the stink filled his nostrils! He remembered the moment of orgasm being filled with resolve that the boy now had a permanent place to shit! That his cheeks could be sewn between the boy's buttocks and he'd make no complaint.
The boy had achieved no orgasm, and he made no attempt to do so. He had a another client to prepare for. Andre, on the other hand, had been precariously teetering on the edge since first tasting the man's ass juices. He put his cock-flogging hand to his mouth and licked the warm sperm while slowly extricating his fingers from the slimy rectum. The customer lifted his butt, cringing as they popped from his raw anus with a loud, vulgar sloosh! Andre immediately gripped his throbbing cock and layed back beating the hell out of it! With a firey, lecherous snarl he lifted the reeking fingers to his nose-- sniffing with total abandon.
"SONOFABITCH, WHAT A STINK! JUST LOOK AT THE SLOP I DRAGGED OUT OF THERE! OH, HOLY FUCKKK!" He stuffed the greasy, shit- streaked probes into his mouth...spewing jism way over his head, onto his face, and everywhere else as he sucked them clean!
Only a bit nonplussed, but never one for self incrimina- tions, he commended the boy for his work, invited the client back for a complimentary visit, and left to resume his rounds.
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