Jo Dawg - Exposing His Desires

The huge, old Victorian house was as calm and serene, on the outside, as it had been when it was first constructed in 1891.

Inside, every room was a zoo of writhing, naked bodies.

There was one huge room where most of the action was taking place. In the original plan, the room had been a den, a living room and a solarium, all in one, that looked out over San Francisco Bay. Now it was one big, dimly-lit area with heavy carpeting, low furniture and lots of pillows. This facilitated fucking on the floor… and that was what most of the twenty or so naked bodies were doing.

At one end, there was a wall-to-wall bar. Behind the bar stood the owner of the house, Cody Ferrain. He was fully dressed in an expensively cut dinner jacket, a red cravat and dark, stylish trousers.

In one hand he swirled a glass of brandy. In the other he held a dark, pencil-thin cigar, the smoke from its tip curling up to form a screen over his normally cold, emotionless eyes.

His eyes were alive as they tirelessly roamed over the scene. In one corner a beautiful woman lay on her back with her kicking legs thrust high in the air. Her thighs were wrapped around the hips of a young, good-looking stud who was driving his cock into her cunt with all the force in his ass. Just in front of his face was the ass and swinging balls of a second young man. He was fucking his cock down into the woman's mouth while the stud behind him drove his tongue into his ass.

Across from them, a redhead with huge, melon-like tits was wildly bouncing her cunt up and down over a man's prick while she sucked the cock of another man who stood in front of her.

Just beside them, two girls were wildly eating each other's cunts while a man ground his dick up one girl's asshole.

A scream of pain brought Cody Ferrain's attention to a poof in the center of the room. Emilio Vargas, a dark muscular youth, one of the regulars at Cody's, was inching his cock up a young girl's ass.

For the first time that evening, Cody's thin lips broke into a smile. The girl was obviously in excruciating pain. And why shouldn't she be? Emilio was one in a million-he had a fourteen inch long cock, and its girth was every bit as frightening as its length.

The girl screamed again and Emilio moaned as over half his huge meat sunk up her ruptured asshole. It made Cody's smile widen. Of all the action he saw every night in the main room or in one of his many private bedrooms upstairs, this was the thing he enjoyed moat-pain!

Emilio, with his huge rod, was the best to watch. Cody was proud of finding him and introducing him to the swinging life. He alone had first noticed Emilio's cruel streak and the boy's lack of any morals. Emilio lived for one thing, kicks, and he found them anywhere Cody could point him.

Another ear-wrenching scream erupted from the young girl's lips as Emilio rammed the last of his fourteen inches up the girl's asshole. The thud of his pelvis hitting her ass echoed throughout the room. The girl pitched forward, her face ground into the carpet.

The girl had passed out cold, but Emilio kept lunging his bloodied cock in and out of her ass. He was fucking her so hard that each powerful thrust shoved her inert body a few inches along the carpet.

"Emilio's in good form tonight."

Cody turned his humorless smile on the raven-haired beauty sitting on the other side of the bar. "Yes, isn't he. The poor girl actually thought she could take that monster of his up her ass."

"Why don't you break down tonight, Cody?"

The smile faded. "You know I never join in my little orgies, Celeste. I much prefer observing."

"Yeah, I know," the dark-haired beauty replied.

"But, of course, Celeste; if you would care to bare your beautiful body, I think I might be persuaded to indulge."

She threw back her head until the long, white line of her throat gleamed in the light. "Fat chance of that and you know it, Cody."

Yes, he knew it. Celeste Harper didn't do anything with men. Like Cody, she loved to watch, but when she removed her clothing it was to dive into a pack of naked bodies and pull out a girl that especially turned her on.

Celeste Harper was a confirmed lesbian who only went for pussy, but she did enjoy the spectacle that Emilio often put on. Like Cody, Celeste was a little bored with life. She constantly searched for new kicks, any kind of kicks.

"You're not taking part tonight?" Cody sipped the last of his brandy and re-lit his cigar.

"Maybe later if some new meat shows up. I've looked over the females here tonight. Half of them I've already had, the other half I wouldn't want."

"No kicks?"

Celeste smiled. "That's right, Cody, no kicks." She studied his face for a second and her smile broadened. "You've got something interesting?"

"Perhaps." Cody took a key from his pocket and set it on the bar. He concentrated on pouring himself another glass of brandy before looking back up into Celeste's curious eyes.

"Well?"

"A darling little girl. Somewhat frightened by men. Just up your alley, Celeste. In fact, I've been saving her for the next time you dropped around."

"I'm here, Cody. Lead me to her!"

"One condition."

"I know," Celeste said, "you want to watch."

He slid the key across the bar. "You know the blue bedroom?… the one next to the big bath at the end of the hall?"

"Only too well," she replied, palming the key.

"Go on up and make yourself comfortable. I'll give the girl a call. I'm sure she can make it over. When she gets here, I'll bring her up to you. You'll love her, Celeste. Innocent but curious… and desperate. Truly a delicious morsel. I'm almost tempted myself, but… " Cody sighed, and turned back to his brandy.

"Some day I'm going to find out what you like, Cody. I've never seen you fuck any of the girls or suck any of the guys. Maybe you just don't like sex. Maybe you're from Mars and you get it off rubbing noses or something."

"You know what I like, Celeste. Or have you forgotten that wonderful afternoon last month when you and I and Emilio visited that young lady's apartment?"

A strange, dream-induced haze passed across Celeste's eyes. No, she hadn't forgotten. That had been wild. What an afternoon. Cody had only watched, while she and Emilio and the girl-or victim, depending how one looked at it-had performed. But it had been wild. Her mouth watered and her pussy tingled just thinking about it.

"Perhaps, if you're a good girl tonight with this tender young thing, I can set up another one of those little escapades for us… soon."

"Suits me, love," Celeste said, sliding from the stool. "You know I'm always ready for your kind of kicks. Besides, nobody has delicious young meat around like you do." She patted his cheek, winked, and strolled off to find the bedroom Cody had mentioned.

She was propositioned three times on the stairs, all by men. She turned them down with the same comment: "Go cut your nuts off, get a cunt built where they were, and you got a deal."

At the second landing, she turned right and nearly bumped into Holly Carpenter coming out of a room.

"Jeez, what's your hurry, Holly?"

"Huh? Oh, hi, Celeste. I just needed a breather. I was in there with Frank and Lucille Carver. Jesus, my cunt's sore!"

"And no comes, right?"

"Right."

Celeste had heard the story on Frank and Lucille Carver many times on the party circuit. They were both insatiable and they dug anything. The only problem was, they took and never gave. She remembered talking to a girl who had stayed with them in their apartment for two days. They had fucked and sucked nearly the whole time and had never given the girl an orgasm.

"Damn, Holly, why them?"

"Everybody else was taken or worn out when I got here." Holly took Celeste's hand and shoved it down between her thighs. She squeezed her thighs together and rubbed the wet lips of her pussy furiously over Celeste's hand. "Want to do an old pal a favor?"