When in Rome Part One
"Paulus, darling! Oh my love!"Julia leaps onto my lap.
"I am working, can you not see the maps and scrolls?!"
She giggles, "Of course, brother dearest! But you need some fun! Oh darling! How long has it been since we had a party? Just a few friends, a little wine..... Some new slaves! Oooh Paulus! Please please please!" She nuzzles her face into my neck, knowing I can deny her nothing when she does that. It reminds me of so much from the quite recent past.
Only a few years ago, I took her, made her mine. A bullish young boy, say, two years older than her? Yes, about that. I slipped into her room and made us grown man and woman in a youthful instant of in and out and cum. I took what I desired, and she made no complaint, made no protest, offered no resistance, as if she knew it was our destiny to become one. She only remarked, as I pulled from her too quickly abused cunny that, "Oh Paulus! You have wet inside me! No matter!" And her face was buried in my neck, the way we have slept together so often ever since. Our love-making grew from there, until we needed to explore and discover the untold world of sensual pleasure, of rampant sex...and sometimes darkest cruelty. We did so with each other, with our friends, or with slaves, or in any combination of players; sometimes privately, but often in open displays of extravagant lust or perverted desire. My wealth permits power, make no mistake, and power means not only excess, but unanswerable consequences.
But a party, now? In the midst of my Senatorial campaign? "Oh Paulus, darling! You are so slow for a clever man! Look! I have prepared an invitation for so many of Rome's finest and most important! And all of them beautiful and so ready to be your benefactors!" She kisses me and my cock hardens as it always does when she presents her beauty, the most noble and gracious in all the empire! I dread the day the Emperor notices her.
Julia leaps to her feet as she feels my resolve move towards her wishes. "Darling brother! I have a gift for you!" She claps her hands and a slave is dragged through the door. A slender young girl of darkest ebony skin, her eyes flashing hatred of all things Roman, her body tensed against her restraints. "Isn't she wonderful?" Julia purrs, stepping towards the slave she bought this morning, stroking her face, then her tits, barely concealed by the thin and inadequate tunic she has been given. "Lucius helped me choose her!" Which means, no other bidder dared oppose Julia's offer! I know that; you know that; Lucius knows that.....We leave you little choice to decide what you think you know or want, beyond surviving my household. The end result is our ownership of a Nubian princess. Julia explains that we also have, in chains, the girl's sister, the High Priestess of their tribe. "This one will do whatever I wish!" Julia announces, as readily and easily as asking for a cup of water. Then she grabs the girl's pussy, to make her point. "Your pathetic gods have abandoned you, little bitch!" She whispers into the girl's ear, before kissing her hard and deep, a vicious, brutal kiss reserved only for her deepest lust! The girl, Adewole, sensibly offers no resistance, knowing her sister lies captive, in both mortal and moral danger.
"And what of the girl?" I ask, lazily, ticking another list of wheat bushels into my inventory. Julia instructs the girl, Adewole, to kneel at my feet while she lifts my tunic. "Imagine a whole line of mouths on cocks, Paulus! Oh such a party no Roman has ever seen, a party the Greeks themselves would envy!" She presses the dark skinned girl's mouth to my cock and makes her suck me until I grow large in her mouth, Julia rubbing my wet cock-head over the Nubian's dark, hate-filled face. "Oh Paulus, brother dearest! Imagine! Oh such pleasure and..." she grips the girl's throat, pulling her backwards, "the pain! Yes! Let all fuck and all be fucked!" With that, she forces a deep kiss on Adewole before dismissing her. "Let no man touch her or her sister, on pain of death, you hear?!" The guards nod and Adewole is returned to her prison, the room beside my sister's own chambers.
Julia has one last weapon, and that is herself. She pulls her tunic over her head, making full use of her firm young breasts as she presents her beauty to my eyes and mouth. She straddles me, lowering her dripping pussy onto my still rigid shaft, wet with the spittle of a virgin princess, taking in my full length, riding me like only she can, moving her fabulous body back and forth, wriggling, teasing, tormenting my cock, moaning softly as she reaches climax and her tight cunt grips my shaft, drawing my seed deep inside her barren womb.
"One night, Julia!" I gasp as we roll onto the cushions. "One night, a handful of trusted friends, and no more than 50 gold, you understand me, sister dearest?" She ignores the sarcasm, instead wiping my sperm from her cunny and licking it from her fingers. "Hmmm? What, darling? Oh of course, only a few yes yes yes!" As she pulls on her robe and heads for the door she turns, "Come to me tonight, darling Paulus; I will have a gift for you, brother!" And she is gone, making preparations with Lucius. At least I know he will report faithfully on the expenses.
A few hours later, I rub my eyes and call Lucius. "A bath, boy, and wine - from my own estates, not the inferior stuff! Gods, have I earned it today?!" Lucius reminds me that the Lady Julia is expecting me in her bedchamber and I sigh. "Of course she is, thank you, Lucius. May you be as vigilant when my next ship docks at turn of tide tomorrow!" He smiles, not for the additional work, but for the trust I have in him.
I push open Julia's door and see her sitting up in bed, with Adewole propped between her legs, both women beautiful and naked. From the sweat on their bodies and the look of disgust on the Nubian's face, I surmise my sister has been teaching her how to please a Roman noblewoman. "Paulus! At last! Come, brother dearest, I have saved her for you, and only you!" I strip off my tunic and step towards them. "Now, darling mine, remember that she is untouched" Julia explains, without a hint of irony. "And you must be gentle with our precious acquisition.... This first time!" Julia knows how to push me into action, how to rile my senses, how to enrage my cock! And I press my face to the trembling girl's cunt, lapping greedily at her juices, flowing freely after Julia's expert tuition. My sister holds the girl in her arms, stroking her budding breasts, supporting her weight, not for her comfort, but so she may watch herself deflowered.
When I sit up, Julia leans forward, trapping the girl's head between our bodies and kissing her spend from my lips. She urges, "I believe her royal Highness is ready for you, brother!" she purrs, and I pull Adewole's legs apart, lifting them onto my thighs as I kneel between her thin legs and press my cock to her dark cunt. She grimaces and Julia grips her tits tightly as I slide my thick shaft along her glistening slit, wet with my spit and Julia's enticements, but she still cries out as she is penetrated for the first time. She tries to bite her lip to stop the betrayal of her sacred vows by the weakness exhibited by her screams but she yells in pain as her innocence, protected by her culture beyond marriageable age, floods my unbelieving cock and sprays across our thighs. I drive my full measure deep inside the heathen cunt, pounding into her while Julia pulls her head sideways to kiss her sobbing mouth, her tongue as invasive as my rod. Watching my shaft plunging full-length into the girl's cunt, Julia comments quietly, "So much blood, Paulus! I did not bleed so much when you made me your own... And I was younger, I'm sure, than this bitch!"
I pour my hot sperm inside the girl's sore and battered pussy, filling her until the jizz leaks out in thick globs, starkly contrasting with her jet black skin. Julia pushes me aside and sucks out every drop from Adewole's overflowing cunt, swallowing some, then forcing the remainder into her latest play-thing's mouth. She pushes the girl's head to my exhausted cock and makes her lick me clean. Julia rolls her conquest aside like a rag doll of her all-too-brief chi*dho*d and tells me she has work to do. I know what that means. Julia needs to cum again, and can't wait for me to recover. I don't even dress, and I find Lucius has arranged the small bath be filled for me, dear Lucius. I shall grant his freedom one of these days, but for now he is beyond the value of a slave. And besides, Julia needs him to help plan her party!
"Oh gods, the party!" I groan into my good wine. "Lucius!! 50 gold, remember!!"
"I am working, can you not see the maps and scrolls?!"
She giggles, "Of course, brother dearest! But you need some fun! Oh darling! How long has it been since we had a party? Just a few friends, a little wine..... Some new slaves! Oooh Paulus! Please please please!" She nuzzles her face into my neck, knowing I can deny her nothing when she does that. It reminds me of so much from the quite recent past.
Only a few years ago, I took her, made her mine. A bullish young boy, say, two years older than her? Yes, about that. I slipped into her room and made us grown man and woman in a youthful instant of in and out and cum. I took what I desired, and she made no complaint, made no protest, offered no resistance, as if she knew it was our destiny to become one. She only remarked, as I pulled from her too quickly abused cunny that, "Oh Paulus! You have wet inside me! No matter!" And her face was buried in my neck, the way we have slept together so often ever since. Our love-making grew from there, until we needed to explore and discover the untold world of sensual pleasure, of rampant sex...and sometimes darkest cruelty. We did so with each other, with our friends, or with slaves, or in any combination of players; sometimes privately, but often in open displays of extravagant lust or perverted desire. My wealth permits power, make no mistake, and power means not only excess, but unanswerable consequences.
But a party, now? In the midst of my Senatorial campaign? "Oh Paulus, darling! You are so slow for a clever man! Look! I have prepared an invitation for so many of Rome's finest and most important! And all of them beautiful and so ready to be your benefactors!" She kisses me and my cock hardens as it always does when she presents her beauty, the most noble and gracious in all the empire! I dread the day the Emperor notices her.
Julia leaps to her feet as she feels my resolve move towards her wishes. "Darling brother! I have a gift for you!" She claps her hands and a slave is dragged through the door. A slender young girl of darkest ebony skin, her eyes flashing hatred of all things Roman, her body tensed against her restraints. "Isn't she wonderful?" Julia purrs, stepping towards the slave she bought this morning, stroking her face, then her tits, barely concealed by the thin and inadequate tunic she has been given. "Lucius helped me choose her!" Which means, no other bidder dared oppose Julia's offer! I know that; you know that; Lucius knows that.....We leave you little choice to decide what you think you know or want, beyond surviving my household. The end result is our ownership of a Nubian princess. Julia explains that we also have, in chains, the girl's sister, the High Priestess of their tribe. "This one will do whatever I wish!" Julia announces, as readily and easily as asking for a cup of water. Then she grabs the girl's pussy, to make her point. "Your pathetic gods have abandoned you, little bitch!" She whispers into the girl's ear, before kissing her hard and deep, a vicious, brutal kiss reserved only for her deepest lust! The girl, Adewole, sensibly offers no resistance, knowing her sister lies captive, in both mortal and moral danger.
"And what of the girl?" I ask, lazily, ticking another list of wheat bushels into my inventory. Julia instructs the girl, Adewole, to kneel at my feet while she lifts my tunic. "Imagine a whole line of mouths on cocks, Paulus! Oh such a party no Roman has ever seen, a party the Greeks themselves would envy!" She presses the dark skinned girl's mouth to my cock and makes her suck me until I grow large in her mouth, Julia rubbing my wet cock-head over the Nubian's dark, hate-filled face. "Oh Paulus, brother dearest! Imagine! Oh such pleasure and..." she grips the girl's throat, pulling her backwards, "the pain! Yes! Let all fuck and all be fucked!" With that, she forces a deep kiss on Adewole before dismissing her. "Let no man touch her or her sister, on pain of death, you hear?!" The guards nod and Adewole is returned to her prison, the room beside my sister's own chambers.
Julia has one last weapon, and that is herself. She pulls her tunic over her head, making full use of her firm young breasts as she presents her beauty to my eyes and mouth. She straddles me, lowering her dripping pussy onto my still rigid shaft, wet with the spittle of a virgin princess, taking in my full length, riding me like only she can, moving her fabulous body back and forth, wriggling, teasing, tormenting my cock, moaning softly as she reaches climax and her tight cunt grips my shaft, drawing my seed deep inside her barren womb.
"One night, Julia!" I gasp as we roll onto the cushions. "One night, a handful of trusted friends, and no more than 50 gold, you understand me, sister dearest?" She ignores the sarcasm, instead wiping my sperm from her cunny and licking it from her fingers. "Hmmm? What, darling? Oh of course, only a few yes yes yes!" As she pulls on her robe and heads for the door she turns, "Come to me tonight, darling Paulus; I will have a gift for you, brother!" And she is gone, making preparations with Lucius. At least I know he will report faithfully on the expenses.
A few hours later, I rub my eyes and call Lucius. "A bath, boy, and wine - from my own estates, not the inferior stuff! Gods, have I earned it today?!" Lucius reminds me that the Lady Julia is expecting me in her bedchamber and I sigh. "Of course she is, thank you, Lucius. May you be as vigilant when my next ship docks at turn of tide tomorrow!" He smiles, not for the additional work, but for the trust I have in him.
I push open Julia's door and see her sitting up in bed, with Adewole propped between her legs, both women beautiful and naked. From the sweat on their bodies and the look of disgust on the Nubian's face, I surmise my sister has been teaching her how to please a Roman noblewoman. "Paulus! At last! Come, brother dearest, I have saved her for you, and only you!" I strip off my tunic and step towards them. "Now, darling mine, remember that she is untouched" Julia explains, without a hint of irony. "And you must be gentle with our precious acquisition.... This first time!" Julia knows how to push me into action, how to rile my senses, how to enrage my cock! And I press my face to the trembling girl's cunt, lapping greedily at her juices, flowing freely after Julia's expert tuition. My sister holds the girl in her arms, stroking her budding breasts, supporting her weight, not for her comfort, but so she may watch herself deflowered.
When I sit up, Julia leans forward, trapping the girl's head between our bodies and kissing her spend from my lips. She urges, "I believe her royal Highness is ready for you, brother!" she purrs, and I pull Adewole's legs apart, lifting them onto my thighs as I kneel between her thin legs and press my cock to her dark cunt. She grimaces and Julia grips her tits tightly as I slide my thick shaft along her glistening slit, wet with my spit and Julia's enticements, but she still cries out as she is penetrated for the first time. She tries to bite her lip to stop the betrayal of her sacred vows by the weakness exhibited by her screams but she yells in pain as her innocence, protected by her culture beyond marriageable age, floods my unbelieving cock and sprays across our thighs. I drive my full measure deep inside the heathen cunt, pounding into her while Julia pulls her head sideways to kiss her sobbing mouth, her tongue as invasive as my rod. Watching my shaft plunging full-length into the girl's cunt, Julia comments quietly, "So much blood, Paulus! I did not bleed so much when you made me your own... And I was younger, I'm sure, than this bitch!"
I pour my hot sperm inside the girl's sore and battered pussy, filling her until the jizz leaks out in thick globs, starkly contrasting with her jet black skin. Julia pushes me aside and sucks out every drop from Adewole's overflowing cunt, swallowing some, then forcing the remainder into her latest play-thing's mouth. She pushes the girl's head to my exhausted cock and makes her lick me clean. Julia rolls her conquest aside like a rag doll of her all-too-brief chi*dho*d and tells me she has work to do. I know what that means. Julia needs to cum again, and can't wait for me to recover. I don't even dress, and I find Lucius has arranged the small bath be filled for me, dear Lucius. I shall grant his freedom one of these days, but for now he is beyond the value of a slave. And besides, Julia needs him to help plan her party!
"Oh gods, the party!" I groan into my good wine. "Lucius!! 50 gold, remember!!"
3 years ago