Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2004 20:34:19 -0800
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: BISEXUAL WHOREHOUSE (scat ws)

           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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