Slide your cock into her pussy.
Slide your cock into her mouth.
You guide your cock to her mouth. Servilia's eyes widen in surprise and she recoils, eyes blazing with fury.
"You forget yourself Titus!" She tells you angrily. "You are the slave here. You exist for my pleasure, not the other way around."
"Of course Domina." You step back. "Apologies."
"However." She adds, her expression softening. "If you perform well, I shall consider whether I might debase myself to give you the pleasure you seek."
"Thank you Domina." You smile.
Slide your cock into her pussy.
Slide your cock into her arse.
You move to the end of the bench and pull Servilia roughly towards you, pulling her legs apart. She gasps and lets out a titter of excitement at your sudden assertiveness. You guide your cock to her pussy and press the tip to her labia. You part them and sink easily inside her, your shaft sliding deeply into her well lubricated hole. She lets out a moan of pleasure, her legs wrapping around your thighs, her mouth dropping open as she pulls you all the way in to the root of your thick cock. You gaze down in wonder at the voluptuous Roman noblewoman, your cock embedded deep inside her.
“Fuck me Titus!” She tells you, her eyes burning with desire. “Take me roughly like the savage you are!” You begin to pound into her, her large breasts jiggling with each thrust. Her green eyes are fixed on yours, her mouth pouting as you ram deeply inside her. She reaches down, her fingers finding her clitoris with one hand, while the other teases a nipple. It is not long until her breathing becomes sharp and erratic and with a loud cry of release, she throws her head back, her whole body trembling as her climax washes through her, her pussy quivering around your cock. She finally relaxes, smiling up at you.
“Oh Titus.” She grins. “I feel like I’ve been fucked by Jupiter himself.”
“Thank you Domina.” You return her smile.
“I may be your Domina.” She tells you, sitting up on the bench, your cock slipping from her pussy. “But I am fair. You have given me pleasure. Now it is your turn.” Her hand reaches for your cock, stroking it. “Tell me Titus, what should we do with this?”
Slide back inside her pussy.
Slide your cock between her breasts.
Without a word, you thrust your cock back inside Servilia's wet pussy making her moan with delight. "Yes, come inside me Titus." She tells you, her eyes filled with lust. "Fuck me like you fuck your slave whore."
Spurred on, you pound into her making her shriek with pleasure, her hands gripping the bench and her breasts bouncing in time with your thrusts. Her body tenses, her mouth drops open and with a scream of ecstasy, she climaxes yet again. Her orgasm sends you over the edge and you join her, lurching forward and burying your cock deep inside her, roaring as you fill her sodden hole with your seed. Her arms embrace you and your bodies, damp with a mixture of oil and perspiration, are pressed together, her head buried in your shoulder.
"Truly magnificent." She murmurs breathlessly, releasing her hold on you and lies back on the bench. As you ease your cock from her, she lets out a long sigh of satisfaction.
"I am honoured to have been of service to you Domina." You reply, a modest smile on your lips.
"I don't think it will be long before I call for you again." She tells you, her eyes meeting yours.
"I look forward to it Domina." You smile, your eyes dropping to her curvy figure, the very image of Venus herself.
"Go now." She commands. "And send for Aurelia. I feel I now need another bath."
Continue.
You climb up the bench and lower your cock to her full breasts, reaching for the oil and applying a liberal quantity to her cleavage.
"You really are quite impertinent Titus." She smiles, eyeing your stiff cock swaying in the air above her chest. She glances at the door, perhaps checking that no one is watching. "Very well, you have given me my pleasure, so you may proceed. However," And her eyes lock on to yours. "Breath a word of this outside this room and I shall see your precious cock separated from your body."
"Yes Domina." You reply sincerely, lowering your cock into her magnificent cleavage. She presses her breasts together, fully enclosing your shaft between them, gazing up at you expectantly. You begin to thrust your hips, sliding your shaft through the soft, warm flesh of her large breasts. The tip of your cock appears between them before disappearing again as you pull back. Her lips curl into a smile as you find a rhythm, your cock sliding easily through her oil lubricated cleavage. She gazes down and then cranes her head forward, swiping her tongue across the tip of your cock as it emerges from her cleavage. You groan with delight and as you thrust towards her face, she repeats the process, stretching out her tongue and leaving your cock head glistening with her saliva. You gasp and feel the come boiling in your balls. You pump faster and faster, feeling her wet tongue against your cock with each thrust. Unable to stave off the inevitable any longer, you thrust forwards one last time as you feel your seed rush up your shaft. You grunt loudly as you come, your cock spurting powerfully, shooting a rope of creamy semen from the tip to land wetly across her lips and left cheek. Servilia's eyes widen and she gasps in surprise. Mortified, you quickly aim your cock at her chest, sending the next volleys of your pearly white come splashing across the soft curves of her breasts. As your climax subsides and the last drops of your semen drips into her cleavage, you glance fearfully at her face. To your surprise, she is smiling back at you and flicks out her tongue, collecting your creamy come from her lips, tasting you.
"Not bad for a barbaric Gaul." She tells you, reaching up to her cheek to collect more of your fluid and licking it seductively from her finger. A contented smile crosses her lips as she gazes down at her large breasts splattered with your pearly white seed. "I can see now why they call you Spurtacus." You nod dumbly, climb off the bench and quickly pull on your tunic. As you turn to take your leave, she calls out to you.
"Titus."
"Yes Domin..." The words catch in your throat as you turn to find her massaging your thick come into her breasts.
"Next time, I think I might take you in my mouth and taste you properly." She muses, gazing down at her breasts thoughtfully.
"I look forward to it Domina." You reply before leaving in a daze.
Continue.
The next evening you sit drowsily against the wall of the slaves’ quarters, your body still aching from the exertions of the last few days. Fabia is curled up asleep next to you and you study her, wondering if she dreams of freedom. As you gaze down at her, Atticus moves hurriedly across the room towards you.
“Titus, one of the gate guards has been taken ill.” He whispers urgently. “There is but one guard on the gate. This is our chance.” Fabia stirs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Chance for what?” She asks drowsily.
“Escape!” You tell her. Her eyes widen and suddenly she is wide awake.
“We still have one guard to deal with.” Atticus adds. “We are unarmed, while he carries a sword and wears armour.”
“We have numbers and surprise on our side.” You murmur, conscious of any of the other slaves overhearing you. “We could overwhelm him before he has a chance to react.”
”Risky.” Atticus grimaces. “He might cut us down before we get near him.”
“I have a better idea.” A voice says from behind Atticus. He turns around and Aurelia joins you. “Sorry I couldn’t help but overhear you and I think I can help.”
“What did you have in mind?” You ask her.
“Give me a few moments.” Aurelia smiles. “I’ve seen the way that guard looks at me. He won’t refuse an opportunity if presented to him.”
“We could not expect you to do that.” Fabia tells her, clasping Aurelia’s hand in hers. “And besides, you won’t be able to come with us.”
“I don’t want to come with you.” Aurelia tells her. “I like it here. I enjoy performing in front of the Roma
ns or enjoying the company of the other slaves here. Perhaps freedom and a normal life are just not for me.”
“You will be blamed for helping us escape.” You tell her.
“Maybe.” Aurelia admits. “But I will deny it and suggest that you simply took advantage of the situation without my knowledge. Domina is fond of me. I believe she will give me the benefit of the doubt.”
“Then see it done.” Atticus tells her tersely. “We must make attempt before opportunity fades.”
“No matter what our fate, you have our gratitude.” You tell Aurelia. She smiles at you before her eyes flicking momentarily towards Fabia and her smile falters for a moment. She regains her composure and gets to her feet, hurrying from the slaves’ quarters. You watch from the doorway as she saunters across the courtyard towards the guard, who watches her warily. She reaches him, standing in front of him, a hand on her hip, her body language overtly flirtatious. You wonder if she is overdoing it, but moments later, the guard follows her towards the villa. You watch them disappear from sight and slip out of the slaves’ quarters and into the moonlit courtyard. You glance nervously across to the villa on the far side and then over to the unguarded gate. You silently thank Aurelia for taking care of the guard. You hurry across the courtyard towards the gate and the promise of freedom beyond. As you reach the gate, Servilia suddenly steps out of the shadows, swinging a wooden club with all her might. You duck underneath the swing, the club narrowly missing you. Atticus throws himself into her, the club knocked from her grasp. Winded, Servilia is easily restrained by Atticus.
“Jupiter’s cock! Where did she come from?” Atticus growls.
“A fortunate time to take an evening stroll.” Servilia gasps, finding her breath.
“Unfortunate for you.” Fabia sneers. You stoop, pick up the club and look at your former Domina, fear in her eyes.
Servilia struggles, but Atticus holds her firmly in an iron grip.
“What are you waiting for?” Atticus asks. “Knock her out and we’ll have our freedom!”
“For how long?” Servilia smiles sardonically. “You are in the centre of Rome. You will be in shackles and bound for the mines within hours.”
“It’s a big city.” Fabia tells her. “We’ll disappear. You’ll never find us.” Servilia looks you in the eye.
“Stay Titus and I will give you your freedom and lofty position within my household.” She implores you. “And I would invite you to share my bed.” You pause, thoughtful for a moment.
“You can’t seriously be considering it.” Fabia says incredulously.
“Don’t listen to her.” Atticus tells you. “Remember what I told you. She may invite you into her bed, but you are nothing but a disposable pleasure to her, a toy to be discarded.”
“No.” Servilia replies. “You shall hold the position of my concubinus, to have authority over all within my household whenever my husband in absent. Titus, he has not set foot in this villa in months. He is never here!”
“We are wasting time Titus!” Fabia tells you. “The guard will return soon!”
Knock out Servilia.
Knock out Atticus and restrain Fabia.
You swing the club around Servilia’s head, knocking her out cold. Atticus releases her and lets her unconscious body slip to the floor.
“You had me worried for a moment.” Atticus tells you, his relief palpable.
“Come on. Let’s go.” Fabia hisses, already slipping through the gate and disappearing into the street beyond. With a quick glance at Servilia’s prone form, you wonder if you have done the right thing. It is too late for regrets and you follow the others into the street and disappear into the shadows.
You travel stealthily for the rest of the night, reaching the outskirts of Rome by dawn. You progress even further the following day, crossing fields and woodland until you have left Rome far behind you. By nightfall you lie by a campfire deep in some woods several miles outside Rome. You share a stolen blanket with Fabia, enjoying the warmth of her naked back pressed against your bare chest while you gaze at the campfire. The flickering flames of the fire occasionally spitting sparks into the wisps of smoke above. You listen to the wind in the trees, the shifting branches creaking and the occasional rustling of leaves in the undergrowth, each time nervous that it will be Roman soldiers tasked with curtailing your escape in typically violent and bloody fashion. Across the fire, Atticus lies beneath his own blanket, fast asleep. Seeking a distraction from your own paranoia, you listen to Fabia's even breathing and wonder if she too is asleep. You lean forward and press your lips to her shoulder, slowly kissing up the gentle curve of her neck. You hear a little moan escape her lips and she rolls over, hungrily kissing you, a wild, almost feral look in her eyes. She finally breaks the kiss and reaches for your hand, guiding it to her chest. You cup a breast and gently caress it for a moment before slowly sliding your hand down across her toned midriff and through the tangle of curls of her pubic hair to her pussy. As your finger parts her labia, she moans happily, opening her thighs. Encouraged, you smile, beginning to delve inside her with your fingers. She begins to quietly pant as you tease her clit. Your cock has grown hard and is sandwiched between your belly and her buttocks, throbbing with an urgent need for stimulation.
Guide your cock inside her.
Ignore your own needs for the moment and continue to use your fingers.
You rub her clit faster, your fingertips occasionally dipping inside her now moist slit. Her panting turns to moans and you worry that she will wake Atticus. She turns her head towards you, her lips seeking yours. You crane forward, kissing her passionately as your fingers work between her thighs. As you kiss her, you feel her body tense, her eyes close and her mouth drops open as she reaches her climax, her body quivering against you. As her orgasm subsides, her eyes flick open and she smiles broadly at you, rolling onto her back.
"I see freedom has diminished neither your hunger or your skilful touch." She grins before raising an eyebrow. "Now how shall I reward you?"
Slide your cock inside her.
Have her suck your cock.
"Use your mouth." You tell her. "Let me feel your lips on my cock."
"Only if I can feel your tongue between my thighs." She shoots back.
"I think we can both enjoy each other's mouths." You grin, lying on your back and beckoning her to join you. She smiles knowingly and sits down, her thighs astride your head and lowers her moist pussy to your lips before bending forward, seeking your cock. As you stretch out your tongue and taste her moist slit, you feel the dangling strands and plaits of her long blonde hair against your hips and thighs. A moment later you feel the moist warmth of her tongue on your shaft as she licks your hard cock from tip to root. You moan into her juicy folds as you feel her warm breath on your balls. As you begin to lap at her clit with your tongue, you feel her fingers caressing and stroking your taut ball sack. She begins to lick your scrotum, her tongue lapping at you until she has laved your entire sack with saliva. Her tongue moves back to your cock, the cold night air on your moist balls feeling strangely sensual. You grasp her hips, allowing you to press your face tightly into her pussy, stretching your tongue as deeply inside her wet hole as you can. You hear Fabia moan with delight as she continues to kiss and lick her way up your shaft.
"Your tongue feels so good." She murmurs, momentarily removing her tongue from your shaft.
"As does yours." You groan as her tongue reaches the tip of your cock and swirls around the bulbous head. You hear a grunt from the other side of the fire and Fabia giggles.
"Looks like someone else beat us too it." She comments before you feel her mouth engulf your cock. You groan, lashing your tongue against her sensitive clit as your lust consumes you. You hear her muffled moans around your cock before you feel her body stiffen and then shudder as her climax hits. Her mouth leaves your cock and she cries out, her pussy flooding your face with her juices as waves of pleasure wash through her. You keep your tongue pressed into her pussy, bu
t remain still while you wait for her orgasm to subside, enjoying her subtle feminine taste in your mouth. As she recovers, she immediately takes you back into her mouth, her lips sliding up and down your shaft with greater urgency, one hand stroking your shaft while the other gently caresses your sensitive balls.
“I want you to come in my mouth.” She tells you, pulling off your cock for a moment. “I want to taste your seed.”
You are only too happy to oblige and as she takes you back into her mouth, she has only a few more moments to wait before your balls tighten and you roar as your semen rushes up your shaft, erupting powerfully into her waiting mouth. You feel her lips closed tight around the head as she gently sucks on you, gulping down your thick come before it threatens to overwhelm her. Your whole body bucks as she draws the last of your come from you and with a deep sigh, you relax, utterly spent.
“Ah, the taste of freedom.” Fabia quips, licking her lips as she climbs off you. You smile back at her and take her in your arms, pulling the blanket back over you and drifting off to sleep, glad that you have Fabia with you for your long journey back to Gaul.
THE END.
You guide your cock between her legs from behind, Fabia obligingly opening her thighs and reaching for your shaft, guiding the tip to her moist opening. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure as you slip inside her and you begin to gently thrust into her.
"Fuck me Titus." She whispers in the darkness. "Fuck me harder." You begin to thrust harder into her, your cock pistoning easily into her well lubricated hole.
"Does that feel good?" You hiss into her ear, grasping her hips as you pound your cock into her.
"Yes Titus, yes!" She gasps, her hand moving to her pussy and rubbing her clit. She seems to be gazing intently at the flickering flames of the fire as you thrust inside her, but you realise that she is gazing at Atticus on the far side of the fire, who is awake and watching you both.
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