Moose, who had seen me plenty of times, was still clearly thrown by this. I was so close to him, and positioned so anyone else would only be seeing my back. I really milked the moment for all the tension I could create.
“Ah, here.” I began rubbing at the inner side of my left breast, acting like I was pulling at some invisible object. I really squeezed it around, knowing Moose’s eyes were glued to me. After a few moments, I pulled my hands up and looked down.
“Did I get it?”
Moose cleared his throat. “I didn’t see anything to begin with.”
I gave him a seductive look. “Oh? Perhaps you weren’t focusing on the right place.” I purposefully jiggled my breasts as I pulled my top back up. He was clearly uncomfortable and not sure what to make of the situation. I had been very forward, and had never just let my boobs dangle in his face like that before.
As the night progressed, it was apparent I had gotten under his skin. His eyes never left me the entire time I worked. I would occasionally look over and give him a wink, trying to continue his confusion. Anytime I had to get something from a lower shelf, I would turn my ass to him and bend over slowly, allowing him to take in every curve of my body, as my shorts left nearly nothing to the imagination.
Meg joined me the hour before we usually picked up in business. She noticed from the beginning that something was up. “What’s gotten into to Moose over there, he can’t take his eyes of you.”
I played innocent. “I haven’t noticed.”
“Well it’s no secret he wants you, but he normally keeps it a little more hidden than that.”
I felt my heart skip a beat. This had been a secret to me. “What do you mean he wants me?”
“What the fuck does it sound like sweetheart? That man has wanted you from the day he saw you. You’ve put some spell over him. Haven’t you heard of the old rituals?”
“No, what do you mean?”
“Fuck, of course you haven’t. Don’t you ever eavesdrop on people around here? Moose used to be as bad as any of these dirty mutts here. Fighting, sex, you name it. He's cleaned up his act with you around. I’m sure if you asked him he’d say it's unrelated, but he’d be lying.”
Armed with this new information, I suddenly didn't feel like I had to trick him any more. I just needed to let him know that I wanted him too. There were multiple ways I could have gone about this, but I was horny and wanted him bad.
On my next break, I decided to throw everything on the table. I walked back over to where he sat and leaned against the bar. “So Meg says you used to be misbehaved before I showed up, what's that about?”
Moose took a chug of his beer in order to cover his face. As he set his mug back on the table, he opened his mouth to say something, but he appeared lost for words. The sexual tension between us was palpable, and I wanted to take advantage of this while I could and leave a lasting impression.
I tried to think of the filthiest things I could say to him as I had a lot of pent up sexual energy. I leaned across the bar, hoping the right words would come out. A part of me wanted to back out and preserve any dignity I had, but I was driven by pure desire.
“Moose, I want to see that part of you. I want you to fuck me. I can’t stop thinking about you at night. I lay up rubbing my clit every night thinking of these strong arms.” I squeezed his arms. He hadn’t stopped me or even reacted at all, so I kept going. “Moose I want you. Please take me home with you tonight. Use me.”
I pulled away now. Our eyes locked as I did. Something changed inside him. The kind eyes I was used to seeing were gone, replaced with ones full of lust. His nostrils flared as he stared at me, and his eyes continued to hold my stare. They penetrated me, searching for some sign that I didn’t mean what I just said, but I did. I meant every word. I can only imagine that my eyes betrayed the same lust that his did.
I could tell immediately that I was getting fucked that night. What I didn’t realize was how soon that would be. His gaze was finally broken when he stood upright and walked inside the bar. He approached me, put one arm around my waist, then picked me up, carrying me horizontally.
I felt weightless in his strong arms, and was excited that I would be going home with him so soon. Moose had other plans. We walked through the bar as everyone fell silent. I expected them to cheer, or otherwise make comments about what we were clearly going to do, but they didn’t. They started forming a bubble around us.
Instead of heading to the door, Moose carried me to the pool table in the very middle of the room. With his free hand he brushed the cue ball into a corner pocket, then swung me up and on to the table. I was now laying on my back, unsure of what was going on.
I laid there looking at him, and he continued to look right into my eyes. I felt naked to him, and not because I barely wore any clothes. It felt like he could see my past, present, and future as he looked at me, my history and ambitions all bared to his penetrating stare.
Before long I was also literally naked. His strong right arm reached to my top and for a moment seemed like he intended to rip it off my body. In that moment I yearned for him, finding just the thought of him doing so extremely sexy. He hesitated, deciding to pull it over my head instead, likely because he didn’t want to ruin his favorite top of mine. My pants came next.
There was no longer any doubting what was happening. I was laying fully nude on a pooltable, surrounded by patrons of the bar. This must have been part of the rituals that Meg referenced, because no one seemed to be finding this the least bit odd.
I watched as Moose began fumbling with his belt. As he opened it, he pulled his pants down just enough to allow his cock to spring out. I had envisioned this moment on many lonely nights, but never expected him to be as big as he was. He was already throbbing, and absolutely massive. I had seen my fair share of dicks, and his rivaled any of them. It was perfect.
While I normally like being warmed up with a tongue, the situation didn’t call for it. I wanted him inside me right then, with no time wasted on formalities or foreplay. I spread my legs, inviting him to enter me. As he stepped forward, I wrapped both legs around his back and pulled him in even faster.
Moose lined himself up and plunged his dick inside me. Now the cheers came. I was vaguely aware of people beginning to chant “Moose,” but didn’t pay them much attention. While crowds are something I have learned to enjoy, in that moment I only cared about one man and that was the man inside me.
His penis fit inside me perfectly. He hit extremely deep, giving me a pleasant fullness when at its deepest. As he stretched me wider and wider, a healthy amount of friction was applied to all my most sensitive areas.
I reveled in the sensations his cock was giving me. It had been so long since I had gotten off in any way other than masturbation that it was clear I wouldn’t last long. I shocked even myself when I began orgasming only a few minutes after we started.
My legs shook and my back arched, but Moose didn’t stop pounding me. He was like a train, continually pushing forward with immense power. While I am typically not vocal, I found myself moaning audibly, and not because I had an audience.
The moans were the result of a mixture of pain and pleasure that had me feeling things I wasn’t used to. Moose knew how to fuck, and wasn’t holding anything back. At times I thought he would be too much for me to handle, yet moments later I found myself hoping that the night never ended.
When my second orgasm started drawing close, I could tell Moose was close as well. He got this look in his eye, wild with desire and an intense focus on something unseen by me. I watched him, marveling at the leverage his strong arms were able to provide him by gripping the side of the pool table.
The gravity of my situation began dawning on me. I had been so obsessed by my lust for Moose, I hadn’t really stopped to consider that I was being fucked on a pool table with dozens of others watching and cheering us on. Their screams began registering in my otherwise fogged brain.
“Give her hell Moose.”
> “Moose. Moose. Moose.”
“Cum on her titties!”
Listening to their calls pushed me even closer to the edge. I knew I would be extremely sensitive after I came a second time, so did my best to hold back. Under the unrelenting pounding of his penis, I failed to last more than a minute more.
As pleasure started washing over my body, I clamped down on his dick from the inside. The increased friction must have pushed him further, as he moved to pull out like he was going to listen to the one man and cum on my chest.
I had different plans. I tightened the grip I had on him with my legs, forcing him to stay inside me. His face contorted in odd directions, as he struggled to contain himself. I began to flex the muscles of my inner vagina even more than they were already spasming, and this did the trick. I felt his dick throb and begin pumping his seed deep inside me.
Almost involuntarily, Moose’s hips started rocking slowly again. While he wasn’t able to create much speed, each thrust was extremely strong and forced my back to drag against the green velvet of the pool table. I felt as each spurt of cum shot deep inside me.
I lay there, unable to focus on much other than the extreme sensitivity and pleasure his massive dick caused as he pulled out one final time. An audible slurping noise was created from the vacuum and cum he left behind him. His dick popped out, as cum began running down my ass cheek towards the table. I looked beside me and wondered how many of the stains I saw were from activities such as this one.
As he finally finished, he buckled his pants and lifted me off the table. He carried me to his office behind the bar, where he left me on his couch for the rest of the night. He would come visit from time to time, and each time we would fuck again in some new way. We barely talked, but our eyes did all the communicating we needed to be doing anyway. Months of sexual frustration were being released for both of us.
That first night was the beginning to a wild and erotic relationship. It was also the start to an extremely eccentric family, as his fertile seed found itself a home inside me. While most conception stories don’t involve being ravished by a huge man on a pool table, I wouldn’t have mine any other way.
Story 19
“More slaves?” Taleela exclaimed, striding out into the cool morning air wafting through the outer porch of the opulent marble columned palace. “Does the House of Denarius need even more of these wretched creatures, Barascu?”
“The master wished for this merchandise to be delivered here this night, my Domina.” The bear of a man leading the seven naked young women by an iron chain bowed low. “He purchased them for his great champion, Ganon. One for each night of the week.”
“That brute from the frozen north… is that all Altus cares about these days?” The mistress of the Denarius Estate fumed. “Ever since he acquired that beast… he has spent even less time here in his own house.”
“Ganon is a great warrior, my Domina.” Barascu said softly. “The master takes much pride in the glory Ganon brings to the House of Denarius.”
“I care not.” Taleela snapped, her green eyes flashing. “Take these poor creatures to my personal stables before you herd them with the rest, I will inspect them myself before that animal gets his lecherous paws on them.”
“As you wish, my Domina.” The huge man bowed again and dragged the cowering girls away.
Taleela Ignatius, eldest daughter of the senator, Caius Ignatius, and wife of the influential noble Altus Denarius, watched the seven hapless women being herded along. One among them, a blue eyed, blonde, pale of skin and soft of body, caught the tall redhead’s eye. That one would not last long as a slave meant to satiate the lust of brutal gladiators. She exhaled deeply and strode off in the direction of the stables that were allotted to her personal chariots. Two tall, well-built women carrying heavy cudgels followed her in.
“Leave us.” She commanded the man awaiting her as she walked into the hay strewn, mold covered grounds.
Barascu bowed, deftly catching the small pouch of gold she tossed at him, and briskly walked away, leaving his cargo at her mercy.
“I am Taleela Altus Denarius, Domina of the House of Denarius.” She coldly addressed the seven young women, her hands firmly resting on her curvy hips. “Upon a whim I can have you all slain this instant. My word is law.”
A few of the captives whimpered, one, dark haired and taller than the rest, stared at her boldly. The blue eyed blonde she had earlier noticed, pressed her dimpled chin to her chest and stared at her feet, breathing unevenly.
“You… and you.” She pointed at the two. “Step forward.”
The dark haired one stepped up defiantly but the blonde shuffled hesitantly.
“What is your name?” She demanded of the dark haired one.
“I am Alexia of Gaul.” The tall woman in chains replied with pride.
“You show me no respect, woman of Gaul.” Taleela stared coldly into her eyes.
“You must earn it, woman of Rome.” Alexia’s grey eyes shone with defiance.
“I will.” The Roman noblewoman smiled briefly, turning her attention to the blonde. “And you, what is your name, little one?”
“I… I… Milaca… of… of Anglos, my Domina.” The terrified girl stared at Taleela’s sandaled feet.
“Anglos, far away from across the great sea… and well bred too.” Taleela smiled at her and turned to her twin bodyguards. “Remove her shackles and bring her to my chambers, but before that help me earn the Gaul’s respect.”
The two hefty armed women fell upon Alexia, clubbing her with their cudgels several times as Taleela walked away with a laugh. Milaca shook with fear, as did the other five watching their fellow captive being brutally bloodied.
“You will learn your place her, wretch.” One of the armed bodyguards spat at the semi-conscious Alexia. “Had you insulted the master, your skin would be peeled off your body. Domina is much too lenient.”
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“My… my Domina?” Milaca all but whispered as she stood by the curtained doorway of the lavish interior that opened up to Taleela’s private chambers.
“Ah, my beauty from Anglos.” Taleela looked up from her wooden bath tub filled with scented water and rose petals. “Come in.”
The blonde walked slowly up to the centre of the room, keeping her eyes on the smooth stone floor. Two other women were in the room, not the Domina’s twin bodyguards, but more like her personal attendants.
“Milaca, you serve me now.” Taleela smiled. “Your master has graced me with the gift of you.”
“I… I shall do my… best, Domina.” The young girl replied shakily.
“Of course you shall.” Taleela smiled sweetly. “Anything less is punishable.”
“Yes, my Domina.” Milaca’s eyes were glued to the base of the tub.
“Now come, disrobe yourself and come in here to bathe me.” The Domina of Denarius beckoned.
“I… I… yes, my Domina.” The blonde shyly dropped her hastily adorned rags and looked around apprehensively.
“Don’t keep me waiting, my dear.” Taleela said impatiently, splashing water around playfully.
The young blonde gingerly stepped into the tub of warm water, instantly feeling the relief in her tired limbs. Days of travel in chains across wild country and slave markets had left her all but barely alive. She considered herself fortunate to have been picked by the lady of the house. Fears of being raped and ravaged by brutal men had plagued her mind ever since she was captured from the lovely green glens of her lush homeland.
“Leave us.” The noblewoman commanded the other two slaves and turned her attention to her new toy.
Milaca stared at the fragrant petals floating on the soothing waters, terrified at the prospect of being alone with such a powerful woman. Her delicate skin had Goosebumps rising all over, in spite of the warm fragrant water.
“Have I earned that Gaul slave’s respect?” Taleela suddenly asked, making the blonde cringe.
“I… I…” She stammered, a
cold chill creeping up her spine.
“Did you see Liana and Luisa instill some respect in her? A lovely pair, are they not? Gifted to me by Claudius of Pompeii at the last Autumnal Festival.” Taleela laughed, splashing water playfully around her. “Was the Gaul’s blood as red as mine and yours?”
“I… my Domina, I… yes, her blood was red.” Milaca shivered despite the comforting warmth of the water.
“I have earned your respect, haven’t I?” The green eyed, redhead grinned at her hapless companion. “And if I ever stand to lose that respect, perhaps my protective twins can earn it back.”
“Never, m-my Domina.” Milaca’s eyes welled with tears as she pictured the two brutal women waving their heavy, metal studded cudgels.
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