This is another chapter in Part 2 of a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find here - https://www.literotica.com/series/se/494113320. I strongly suggest you read the first series before starting this one. For those who just skip to the sex scenes, there will be no issue if you pick up here, but if you want to understand and enjoy the plot more fully, please take some time to read the series, as it will make more sense.
Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, light incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. If any of these subjects bother you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading!
Author's note: We are well on our way now in Part 2. I know some of you are eager to keep the story moving, and our publishing pace has been frantic - we've written the equivalent of two novels in the last two months. As we get closer to the holidays, the pace of publishing may slow down a bit, so please bear with us. I had considered breaking Chapter 7 up into two parts because it's the longest we've done, but I decided instead to leave it long and let you enjoy it the way I had envisioned it originally. Merry Christmas!
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I didn't think I'd ever get used to this. It was just surreal. Sex had become such a key part of my life, and I had seen and done so many kinky, outrageous, and completely mindbogglingly hot things in the last month. I didn't think I could find anything that would seem novel or new, but this?
This was nuts. It was sex and cosplay and movies, all rolled into one.
The orgy had been going on for half an hour. And when I say orgy, I mean, actual Roman orgy. Like what you expected in Caligula's day, if anybody knew what that actually looked like. Thank God there wasn't any furniture in the Watergate apartment yet other than the props the production team had assembled, because there wouldn't have been room for them. They had managed to create what looked like an authentic Roman villa's dining room out of our apartment. There were a number of green screens scattered about that I knew would have backgrounds added in post-production, but a lot of the set was actual props. It had taken the crew most of the day to put the set together.
When I saw the work the team was doing to prepare for this scene, I had gone to Nyla. I wanted in. She looked at me like I was nuts. I had just done a scene a few hours earlier with Misaki, and it hadn't been up to my standards or hers. Besides, the script was already written for this scene, and I wasn't included.
"Boy, you are a pain in my ass," she said. "But let me see what I can do." The rewrite had pushed our schedule out, and it would be very late by the time we got done, but I think the result would be worth it. I could tell, just from the work going into it, that this was going to be an epic scene. How could I not take part?
When the seven of us came into frame on the set, we were all dressed in period costumes. I was dressed as a Roman Consul from the Republican period, white toga with a deep red stripe that looked purple. Chance, Ben and Jason were my lictors, bodyguards dressed in white togas and each carrying fasces, a bundle of sticks surrounding an axe, the symbol of my Imperium. I knew from my Roman History class (I got a B+, much better than Ben who squeaked by with a C+) that I was supposed to have twelve, but this was a porno, not a documentary, and we didn't have THAT much room.
Originally, Jason was going to be some nameless Roman emperor -- probably Septimius Severus, who was from North Africa, I told her, since he'd likely be darker skinned with his Punic ancestry. She looked at me like I was insane, but I earned that B+ the hard way and I was going to use it. The scene was basically going to be just a big debauch, indicative of the start of the decline of the Empire, at least according to Gibbon. With my addition to the scene and some advice from Ben and me, we helped Ainsley and Nyla to rewrite it, changing the period, expanding the roles for Cassidy and Zoey, and I think making it even better than what she'd envisioned. Thank God the stack of costumes they'd had shipped from Hollywood -- leftovers from the last Gladiator title - included plenty of extra parts that we could piece together.
Lucy was dressed as my wife, resplendent in a stola and palla that covered her from head to toe, her red hair done in tasteful ringlets. She reminded me of Atia in that old Rome series on Netflix from when I was a kid. Chloe and Misaki were dressed as servant girls, tending to the table, which was piled high with grapes, nuts, fruit and other delicacies from the Republican period. I had to give Nyla credit -- her production assistants had scoured DC for props and had done a pretty good job. That, coupled with the green screens and all of the leftovers from Gladiator III, made for a convincing set. Two of the production assistants were costumers, who hadn't had much use so far, and they were excited to get to wrap us up and dress us after two days of bathrobes and booty shorts for costumes. The makeup and hair stylists were also happy to have something unique to do.
The premise of this scene we had rewritten was pretty simple. My wife Lucy and I were having a meal with my bodyguards in attendance. Suddenly, a flash of light -- the part Nyla liked most about the scene was getting to do special effects in post -- and there appeared Aphrodite and Aphroditus. Now, Ben and I knew there was NO way anybody watching this would understand who these two deities were, but they didn't have to. They could just enjoy the hot chicks appearing out of thin air. Cassidy was Aphrodite, completely naked, hair done in ringlets like Lucy, flowing around her like the Botticelli painting. She looked hot as hell, with all of her temporary tattoos removed. Beside her, playing Aphrodite's counterpart Aphroditus and the namesake of the Trans channel, was Zoey, dressed in female dress, which -- like the Greek statues Nyla had mentioned -- she could lift up to show her cock and balls, which she did, laughing.
The deities commanded us all to get to fucking, and that's what we did.
There were clothes piled on the floor, piled on sofas, thrown this way and that. The table had been cleared of plates and golden cups, thrown on the floor as we made room for the women. At one point all of the women except Zoey were all bent over the table, and the men were all fucking them from behind, while Zoey ordered us around.
I have to admit, it was one of the hottest things I'd done. It wasn't like the porn auditions back in the Elysium, or any of the stuff I'd done on the days leading up to Christmas in the women's and men's gyms. Those were more like a gangbang, while this was more than half a dozen bodies all touching, rubbing, sliding, sucking, licking and fucking. It was a literal feast for the eyes, and the room was filled with the sounds of fierce coupling.
I could look to my left and watch Chance shoving his cock deep inside Cassidy's pussy while she egged him on. "Fuck me, baby! Give me that cock! Worship me with that big black cock!" she cried, as Chance's dick slapped in and out of her. If I looked to my right, I could see Ben, doing the exact same thing to Chloe, his big, dark rod sliding into her tiny body. The contrast was amazing, and I knew the audience was going to be asking the same thing I was -- how did he fit that thing inside a woman so tiny? I could look down and see Lucy's beautiful pussy taking my cock, her red hair flowing down her back, her lovely tits bouncing erotically with each thrust of my dick. I could only see them from the rear, but they looked amazing. On the other side of Chance, who was partially blocking my view, Jason was fucking Misaki in the ass, having flipped her over onto her back. She was making more noise than I could ever recall hearing from her, and I think it was helping all of us to perform better.
The cameras were omnipresent, circling the room, trying to get every bit of action they could. In addition, Mom, Nyla and Ainsley were shooting close up shots and shots from below our bodies on handheld 4k cameras, supplementing the three big, body rig mounted 16ks that the camera crew were using. There were bits of tape on the floor that marked each camera's area, carefully checked and re-checked to ensure no gaffes where cameramen were visible in the shot.
This was going to be the pièce de résistance of the site launch, something that would make a splash and be memorable. All of our biggest stars were in it, and I was looking forward to seeing how Nyla was going to put it together. But before all that, we had to finish shooting it, and I was having a blast. All the work and prep, the dress-up and now the sex had finally taken my mind off the fight with Avery, and I felt like I was back to my old self -- sexually, at least.
After two or three partner swaps, I ended up with my cock in Misaki's ass, slowly fucking her while I watched the rest of the crew going at it. I have to admit, my favorite part of the entire scene was when Zoey and Cassidy were fucking together. There was just something about watching Cassidy's massive tits bounce in time with Zoey's smaller, perky ones, her cock deep in Cassidy's snatch. Her cock wasn't as large as any of the men, but it was average, which was above average for most of the trans women I was familiar with, and she knew how to use it. All those hours of camshows had definitely built up her stamina, and the two of them going at it was bonkers.
The penultimate part of the scene found all of the men surrounding Zoey, while the women watched and held onto one of us, each jerking a different man off, as we all took turns fucking Zoey in her tight ass. It was amazingly erotic, her on her back, her dick still hard and pointing up towards her face, as we plowed her well lubed anus. She was moaning and writhing during my turn, as my cock pounded her for a solid few minutes, before I tagged in Jason, and I rotated back, Lucy taking my cock in her hands to keep me hard.
Ben won the prize, though. He was the last to fuck Zoey, and as he was slapping away with his ebony member, Zoey began to shout louder than she had at any point in the scene, and we got to see her shoot her load, splashing herself as far as her neck and breasts, with her own cum. It was one of the first times I'd ever seen a hands-free orgasm, and Ben looked supremely satisfied with himself, knowing he'd been the one to cause it. I thought that wasn't exactly fair, as we'd all had a go, but given he was the one who got the C+ in Roman History, I was willing to cut him a little slack to mend his ego.
That was the signal for the final part of the scene, where Zoey, who was already covered in her own jizz, and Cassidy, as the two Roman goddesses (I guess Zoey was considered a god, but who was counting?) got down on their knees, and each of us blew our loads on them. By the time all four of us had finished, the two girls were a cum covered mess, which the other three women were bound and determined to clean up. The scene ended with the girls licking and sucking all over Cassidy and Zoey, cleaning the cum off and it ended with a five-way kiss that Nyla was able to film from above, which I couldn't wait to see in the finished product.
We all got cleaned up, and the production team cleared the set, repacked all the equipment, lights, props and costumes, and we all met in the dining room, around a couple of the tables and folding chairs for an end-of-shoot debrief.
Nyla, Mom and Ainsley stood up, while the rest of us sat, recovering from our scene. The production assistants wrapped up and grabbed chairs. We had almost the entire Sinclair crew here, sans Avery, who was still at the office. It was close to nine, and I was surprised Avery hadn't come home yet. I texted her to tell her I had gotten us dinner reservations for ten, and she texted me back instantly that she'd meet me there. That she texted back so quickly raised my spirits, and I began to pay attention as Nyla started to speak.
