Date: Wed, 04 Jul 2001 20:11:21 -0700
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: FRENCH WHOREHOUSE--Part 2

	            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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