A Sex Slave in Ancient Rome part three
The night with my kind master Marcus was a milestone in my young life. I had sucked his cock to completion several times before. But on this occasion I had gladly given up my virgin bottom to his thick shaft, pleasing him and pleasing myself.
When he finally fell asleep, after fucking me three separate times (though the final time he was obliged to lay back and finish in my eager mouth), I slipped out of bed. I did not want to assume that he wished to awaken next to me; I am a slave, after all. Walking in a slight daze back to the slave quarters, I worried that my rear entrance was now so opened that it would continue to gape slightly. I could feel the trickle of liquid deposited there by my master dripping into the divide of my bottom.
I was somewhat embarrassed by his repeated entries into my most private place, and blushed as I hurried to the slave quarters. But after a warm bath -- Marcus' slaves had their own bathhouse, and were encouraged to use them -- my rectum had closed up, as I discovered when I inserted a tentative finger there. I felt secure and safe. Marcus had treated me with great consideration, and I was very grateful to him.
I'm submissive by nature, and had soon discovered that fellatio was a most gratifying activity. I love the helpless feeling of a thick cock pressing into my mouth and throat. I love the combination of smoothness and hardness, and greatly enjoy the sounds of pleasure made by my partner as I skillfully kiss and lick his member.
Most of all I like the spurting, fountaining torrent of warm come gushing into my throat. Everything seems to explode. Sometimes, to emphasize my surrender, I collected the salty liquid, opened my mouth to show it to my partner, then swallowed it luxuriously.
But the extended session of first anal sex last night was far more intense. Though the initial penetration proved uncomfortable, in a short while I was opened and delighting in being fucked. My master's cock moving slowly at my entrance aroused the nerves there to send thrills through my whole body. And when he thrust his full length into me, creating an explosion deep inside, I almost died of pleasure. Each time he probed all the way into me was like a full orgasm.
Thus I spent the morning going about my duties in a pleasant daze. At lunchtime Marina sidled up to me and hugged me. She is a voluptuous slave from Greece, in her late thirties, with marvelous skin and dark flowing locks, helpful and friendly to me.
She is a frequent bed companion of my master's. When together they engage mainly in oral and anal sex, so because of her extensive experience taking it in her back passage, she was most helpful in preparing me for my anal initiation. Under her direction I had passionately licked her pussy and ass, while she sucked me off.
She kissed me with open mouth; her breath was fragrant. Then she reached below my tunic and gave my cock a squeeze. Such greetings are not uncommon among slaves, who are restricted in so many other ways.
When my cock responded to her squeeze she began to fondle it skillfully; Marina is highly sexed, like me, and frequently shares our master's bed. I was excited and grew hard almost immediately. Her breath started to come faster; she flushed and slid her other hand behind me. Gently trailing down the divide of my bottom, she found my anal entrance and caressed it with a delicate fingertip.
"Master broke your ass in thoroughly, didn't he? I can tell by this little ring here." She ran her finger around the raised circle of muscle that now, after Master had penetrated me there three times in one evening, extruded from my back passage. She pressed a digit against the shy opening; I took a deep breath, exhaled and simultaneously opened my sphincter. She gently inserted first one, then two of her slender fingers, and began to stroke me inside.