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Educating Caesar Ch. 02

By: NeedfulThings



"The Senator has been shown to your chamber, Mistress," Felicity announced in her soft voice. 

Roxanna ceased her pacing and smiled at the beautiful young slave. "Thank you, Felicity. Inform Ajax that I am not to be disturbed." Felicity nodded obediently and withdrew from the study in silence. Roxanna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was imperative that she appear calm, despite the anticipation that had haunted her every action throughout this day, which had stretched into what felt like an eternity. She walked down the corridor and through the peristyle at her normal, leisurely pace and did not hesitate when she reached the doors of her chamber.

He sat upon the edge of the bed with his arms crossed, looking perfectly at ease. Roxanna welcomed him with a warm smile, "Good evening, Caesar."

He returned her smile, "Good evening, Roxanna." His eyes traveled slowly down her body and just as slowly back up. She was dressed in the latest fashion, a close-fitting gown made of the famed Coan fabric. The material came from the East, carried by heavily guarded caravans to Egypt, where it was exported by sea. Rumor held that it was woven from webs of spiders that were fed on honey and wine. Caesar held little faith in such a rumor, but the cloth had an exquisite texture and was remarkably sheer. Roxanne's gown was a pale yellow that made the matching flecks in her green eyes sparkle, though the translucence of the material made it difficult for him to focus on her eyes. "Now I understand why the censors have banned Coan cloth; we men would never get any work done if such gowns were allowed in public."

Roxanna raised one brow, "If either of the censors' wives were able to wear the cloth without looking like something freshly escaped from an Egyptian tomb, it would not have been banned."

Caesar laughed. "You are well versed in our political system."

"I know enough," she responded. "Will you have some wine," she asked, gesturing toward a small citrus wood table flanked by two finely carved chairs.

"Perhaps later," he answered, rising to his feet and approaching her. "I am anxious to begin. Besides, you are quite capable of robbing me of my wits without the assistance of wine."

"Your work as an advocate has made you a master of flattery; we can skip that lesson," she teased. "Kiss me."

He grasped her upper arms and pulled her to him, immediately tilting his head to access her lips.

Roxanna stepped back. "It is your nature to be direct, a rare and admirable trait in a politician. This, however, is not politics. What transpires between lovers in moments of intimacy is never political, no matter what power either, or both, parties may wield publicly. True passion cannot be ignited until both participants set aside all other motives. If you would be sure that your partner has set aside her motives, you must disarm her.

"Do not treat her as a slave to be used for your pleasure. Approach her as you would a goddess. Worship her with your eyes. Make her feel that she is the only woman in the world and that you cherish her above all things. You may lead her to the pathway, but never push her. She will let you know when she is ready to proceed. Now, try again."

Caesar stepped forward, raising one hand to caress the side of her face, his eyes softly imploring hers for a moment and then moving up to her hair, which he stroked with his other hand. He turned the hand caressing her face and gently brushed his knuckles down its length, bringing them to rest beneath her chin. His eyes met hers again as he tipped her face up and leaned in, dropping his eyes to her lips as he tilted his head. He met her eyes once more as he moved closer still and finally brushed his lips against hers. 

Roxanna stood perfectly still as Caesar kissed her upper lip and then her lower lip. He pulled away only enough to implore her again with his eyes. She raised her hands to his shoulders and parted her lips. He took a single small forward step, stroking the hand that still rested upon her hair downward to cup the back of her head as his lips pressed against hers more firmly. She kissed back, savoring his soft strokes upon her face and the gentle pressure of his lips. 

The kiss was no less disarming for her having revealed the method to him. Caesar was making her ache for him and she ran her hands up the back of his neck, pulling him closer as she yielded her mouth to him, hungry to taste him. He obliged her, parting her lips with the tip of his tongue. She met it with her own and the kiss deepened as they explored each other's mouths.

Roxanna dropped one hand from his neck, snaking it beneath his arm so she could rub it over his muscular back. This provided her the leverage she needed to pull the length of his body directly against hers. 

With one hand still cupping her head, Caesar ran the other down her back, pressing her even more tightly against him. 

Roxanna moaned, feeling his hardness against her. She knew if she allowed him to continue, she would soon lose the capability to think rationally. Her extended self-imposed celibacy worked against her, as did the wonderfully strong mutual attraction between them. Her body was on the verge of mutiny when she stepped away, wrapping her empty arms around her body as she took a deep breath.

Caesar glared at her in frustration, "What did I do wrong this time?"

"Wrong?" Roxanna's heart was pounding. "You did nothing wrong. That kiss was enough to make a Vestal forget her vow."

"You resisted it easily enough!" Caesar's desire morphed into anger.

Roxanna's desire followed suit. "Easy, was it? Your thinking flies in the face of convention. Women are weak; we are slaves to our passions. Is this not what those learned Greek philosophers say of us? Charlatans! Men know nothing of the battles women fight within ourselves. You have no idea what it is like to try to try to outsmart your own body!" She turned away from him, her eyes searching for something, anything that might ease the turmoil inside her body. She focused on the pitcher of wine and stalked toward it.

She was halfway to the table when Caesar's strong hand closed around her arm and spun her around to face him. "Why, Roxanna? Why do you fight this battle? What is the purpose?!" He released her arm and the anger seemed to drain out of him. His voice was soft when he continued, "We have set out upon a path that will inevitably lead to your bed."

Roxanna sighed and laid a hand upon his cheek. "If I allow myself to fall victim to my desire I will lose my objectivity. You sought me out for my insight and my unique view of such situations- those are the foundations of my objectivity. I will not rob you of that." She pulled her hand away and cleared her throat. "Forgive my outburst; anger goes hand in hand with passion and they are easily interchanged." 

Caesar took her hand and looked into her eyes. "Objectivity can as easily be lost in self denial, Roxanna. It is I who sought out this path and I am confident that you shall lead me to its destination, but this is not a forced march. We are free to take shortcuts and nothing will be lost if we double back."

Roxanna squeezed his hand briefly and smiled up into his dark eyes, "Then let us continue." 

She took another deep breath and shook her head as if to clear it. "You kiss extremely well; that will lend itself nicely to the next task I have set for you," her smile was wickedly suggestive. She walked past him and came to a stop beside her bed, reaching for the sash of her gown. 

Caesar watched as Roxanna untied, unwrapped, shrugged and wiggled, reducing the act that every woman in his life had ritualized to the point that it required an inordinate amount of time and at least one servant, to a simple process taking less than a minute. The end result was the same as it had been the first time he had seen her perform it; her gown lay pooled at her feet.

She turned and beckoned him with a tilt of her head before lying on the bed. He needed no further prodding, though he stopped at the edge of the bed, feasting his eyes upon her body as he awaited her instruction.

Roxanna lay on her left side, her feminine curves most fetchingly showcased in profile. Her left arm was bent beneath her and she absently stroked the linen coverlet with the delicate knuckles of her left hand. A tendril of hair had fallen across her neck and she twisted its end with the fingers of her right hand as she studied the man standing above her. She waited until his eyes rested on hers before speaking. "Have you guessed the subject of this lesson, Caesar?"

"You wish to teach me the art of kissing the lips I have yet to taste," his eyes ran to the fork of her thighs, lingering for a moment before he dragged them back up to her face. His desire was evident.

Her answer was spoken in the honey and incense voice that had haunted his mind since the last time he had heard it. "Yes, I do."

Caesar began lowering himself to the bed, but she stopped him.

"Wait. Allow me to explain what is almost certainly about to happen; I want no further misunderstandings this night."

He drew himself up to his full height, his look expectant but impatient. His breathing was already quickening. Roxanna's eyes fell longingly to his stomach. It was obvious that he had foregone the subligaculum when he had dressed for this evening. The desire he had so easily kindled with his kiss now returned and gripped her in its full power.

Caesar was surprised at how quickly the honey left her voice tonight, how smoky it was as she began her explanation. "Unless I am mistaken, and I rarely make such mistakes, we are about to reverse our roles and I shall be at your mercy."

Caesar unconsciously fisted his hands at her revelation. He was hungry to control her, to possess her, to own her.

Roxanna continued, "I have never been at the mercy of a man, not in this way. I have been three years without a lover and was comfortable in this choice- but you have awakened a longing in me such as I have never known. My body screams out for you even now, and its demands are soon to redouble. You will annihilate me, but I am a proud creature and will not be satisfied with a quick route; I would have the battle rage for as long as possible. First, I must prepare you for that battle. Undress."

Caesar sat on the bed as he unfastened and removed his sandals, then he stood and pulled the tunic over his head, dropping it as soon as he was free of it. He made to join her on the bed, but she halted him again.

"No. Let me look at you first," Roxanna whispered. He stood again, though his desire and impatience made it difficult not to fall upon her.

He had never removed his tunic during their first encounter and now Roxanna marveled at his body. She had already developed a deep appreciation of his strong arms and muscled legs, those parts revealed by his tunic. Now she saw those things that the tunic hid, the sculptured muscles of his broad shoulders, and the hint of muscle beneath the skin of his flat stomach, the thickness of his strong thighs. The ache inside her caused her to shift upon the bed. "Turn," she purred, almost unaware that she had spoken at all. The broad shoulders tapered into his straight, strong back. His buttocks were those of a Greek statue, carved of pure muscle. He turned back to face her unbidden and she finally allowed herself to look at that part of him she most wanted to see. Her silence was broken by a long shuddering sigh and she pressed her thighs together in a thwarted attempt to relieve that ache inside of her, the ache he was so perfectly made to relieve. His length was impressive, but she had never seen a man of such length who possessed the thickness that would render his manhood truly amazing. Until now. He was rigid with desire, the swollen head unsheathed. Standing straight, it obscured his navel. Roxanna suddenly realized that, other than his thick mane of blonde hair and his brows, his body was completely free of hair. 

She raised herself to a sitting position and moved to the center of the bed. Drawing herself to her knees, she raised her eyes to his. "Lay on your back."

Caesar did as he was told, resting his head upon her cushions, never looking away from her.

Roxanna lifted his right leg, ducking underneath it. Caesar instinctively shifted on the bed, centering her between his spread legs. Roxanna ran her hands over the thick muscles of his thighs, her eyes focused unwaveringly upon her prize. She blinked and raised her eyes to his long enough to growl, "Gods, how I want you," her words so slurred by desire that he barely understood them at all. She grasped the tops of his thighs and bent over him. He closed his eyes against the power of the sight.

Roxanna began with his full, smooth scrotum, running her tongue against it in long, slow strokes. She then kissed the swollen hardness of his testicles before slowly increasing the suction over one until she drew it gently into her mouth and rolled her tongue over it before releasing it and giving the same attention to its mate. She brought one hand to his sac and gently stroked, squeezed and rolled as she moved her mouth over the base of his throbbing member. Opening her mouth wide above it, she did not make contact, but moved up the length of his shaft, wrapping it in the warmth of her breath alone. She hovered over its head, alternating the warm, moist breath of her open mouth with puffs of cool air from puckered lips. Caesar moaned as she drew a constant dripping flow of thick, clear fluid from his engorged weapon without a single touch. 

She returned to its root and employed her tongue, licking him from base to just below the sensitive tip before withdrawing and returning to his base to repeat the motion, working her way around his circumference, lifting his phallus away from his belly with her fingers in order to reach every surface. When she reached her starting point, she puckered her lips and blew cool air along its length before taking the weeping head into her mouth and sucking it gently.

Caesar groaned, pulling the coverlet into his tightly fisted hands. He opened his eyes and watched as Roxanna lowered her mouth over him. She stopped two inches short and lifted her head slowly, her tongue flicking the sensitive flesh now inside her mouth. She immediately lowered her mouth on him again and soon set a rhythm of slow torture. She took more of him in each descent until he met the resistance of her throat. The next time she descended, he felt her throat constrict against his head. She lifted her eyes to his; hers brimmed in the tears of her exertion, which served to magnify the desire in them.

Roxanna lifted her head completely off of him now to catch her breath and then focused her attention upon his sensitive head, sucking it and flicking its sensitive underside with her tongue before engulfing it in her mouth again and bobbing her head, combining the sensations of sucking, flicking and sliding in and out of her lips. Caesar entangled the fingers of his right hand in her hair, alternating between watching her suck him and closing his eyes to maintain control.

He was oblivious to his own long, low moan and its slow rise in volume, but when Roxanna moaned against his head, his eyes snapped open immediately. Her sound was trapped behind her lips, which were closed tightly against his member and it seemed that the sound itself danced against him. His control slipped away as his eyes clouded with pleasure. Just before she tipped him over the edge, his mind flashed in a warning that echoed two words she had spoken earlier, "No misunderstandings." 

He raised his head and panted, "Roxanna!" 

She increased her pace, flicking her tongue relentlessly against the incredibly sensitive spot beneath the head. She met his eyes and the corners of her mouth curled into a smile around him. The sight hurled him into the abyss of ecstasy.

Roxanna spread her fingers on his thighs, bracing herself for the two inevitable actions she knew he would undertake the moment the remaining shreds of his cultured manner gave way to primal instinct. 

Caesar grabbed the back of her head with both hands, pushing down as he thrust himself up and deeper into her mouth. Anyone who heard his cry unknowing its context would have believed it to be one of anguish.

Roxanna fed greedily upon his salty seed, swallowing it almost as fast as he delivered it. Not wishing to cause him pain, she ceased her ministrations upon him as he calmed, but she was not willing to release him from her mouth until she was certain he had given her every drop. Satisfied that he had, she rocked back up to her knees and smiled down at him, licking her lips.

She rose from the bed and sauntered to the table where she poured water into a cup. She sipped it as she walked to the bed, where she offered it to Caesar. He drained the cup and Roxanna took it back to the table. When she returned to the bed, his breathing was again normal and he lay with his hands entwined behind his head.

"You are mad, Roxanna," he said, smiling most contentedly.

She sat beside him on the bed, returning his smile. "What makes you think I am mad?"

"You could be the richest woman in Rome," he answered.

Roxanna shook her head and raised a brow at him, "How so?"

"You earned twenty-five talents from Crassus without laying a finger upon him. What do you think he would pay to have been in my place just now?"

Her smile turned wicked again, an expression he was quickly learning to appreciate, and she lay down beside him. She traced one finger down his chest before answering, "Not nearly as much as he would pay to inhabit the place you shall soon enter."

Caesar's eyes twinkled as he rolled to his side, pulling her body against his. "Tell me what to do."

"Kiss me. Make me want you with the kiss and, when I do, blaze a trail of kisses down my body until I writhe and shudder in my desire for you. When I do so, run your tongue up and down between those lips you have yet to taste. Make me cry out for you. Focus your attention upon the key, suck it and lick it until I beg to have you inside of me. You can enter me with your tongue or your fingers, but keep the other upon that sacred spot. You may continue as long as you like- until I give you... other instructions." 

Her breath had become shallow as she had spoken and he could feel the hardness of her nipples against his chest. Caesar covered her mouth with his own and their tongues danced. She whimpered and pulled him closer but before he could begin his descent, she wrapped her leg around his and pressed herself against his thigh with a long, shuddering moan. "Wait," she whispered. "I cannot... I am... ohh..."

Roxanna did not need to say anything further; Caesar understood perfectly. He closed his hand around her hip and pressed his thigh up closer between her legs, pulling her hip so she slid forward against him. Roxanna arched her back and bucked her hips, grinding her soaking wet pussy against his thigh as she came. 

Caesar was rock-hard again. "Roxanna let me have you! Let me inside of you. Please."

"No. Not yet," she groaned. "Lick me, Caesar. Bury your face in my pussy. Do it now!"

Her tone would brook no argument and he obeyed, pushing her onto her back and pulling her legs apart as he positioned himself between them. Her cunt was pulsing, so wet that her juices pooled upon the coverlet. He did as she had instructed, running his tongue up and down the length of her slit. She bucked against him wildly and he could not resist pushing his tongue into her. Caesar pressed his face into her wetness, working his tongue as deeply inside of her as he could. When he came up for air, he licked his way back up to her clit and locked his mouth on it, sucking it. 

"Inside me, inside me, inside me... NOW!" she demanded loudly and he pushed two fingers inside her as she came again, her cunt tightening around his fingers. 


Educating Caesar Ch. 02



When this orgasm passed, she whispered, "Now, just your tongue, up and down, slowly." 

Caesar licked her just as she asked and could soon tell that she was about to reach another climax. His cock was screaming for attention. 

"Caesar!" He snapped his head up at the tone of her voice.

Roxanna's eyes locked upon his. There was a frantic undertone in her voice. "The battle begins now. Give no quarter and show no mercy!"

Caesar covered her body with his own, taking his weight upon his left forearm, his right hand between them, guiding his cock to her center.

"No mercy," she whispered, wrapping her legs around him.

He stroked his engorged head along her slit, following the same path he had taken with his tongue. Roxanna cried out and clutched his shoulder blades. He wanted to drive himself into her, but he knew that was exactly what she wanted and she had ordered him to show no mercy. He rubbed his cock against her again and a high, keening cry escaped her lips. He slapped her clit with the head of his member and her keening increased in volume. Two more strikes and her fingernails dug into the flesh of his back. She writhed and bucked, her breath fast and broken. Another strike and she arched her back beneath him, her eyes begging him as she shuddered.

"Please, please, please, Caesar, please..." She tossed her head from side to side. "Oh, please! I'm cumming! Fuck me, fuck me!"

Caesar slid his head down to her opening, feeling it spasm against him. He pushed himself into her, reaching underneath her body to grab her shoulders as he slowly buried his entire length inside the hottest, tightest and wettest cunt he had ever felt- and the only one he had ever felt in the full glory of orgasm. Once inside her, he did not move for several seconds, fighting for control. He knew if she had not sucked him earlier, it was unlikely he would have made it this long. He looked down at her, finding her eyes wide.

"You are truly all the way inside of me; I did not know it would be possible. You feel incredible! Are you alright?"

Caesar was befuddled that Roxanna should pick this moment to converse, but he welcomed the distraction. He nodded. "I think I will be soon. Explain something to me?"

"I shall try; what is it?"

"I have had prostitutes and I have had a virgin. How is it that you, a former prostitute, feel tighter around me than a virgin?"

"I do not know. Perhaps women, like men, are all made a bit differently."

"That makes sense, I suppose."

"May I ask you a question, Caesar?"

"Of course."

"Are you alright now?"

"Yes, it has passed."

"So you can start moving?"

Caesar turned the tables on Roxanna, giving her a wicked smile as he withdrew himself until only his head remained inside her. He thrust back into her, causing her to gasp. "Like that?"

"Yes," she whined.

He set a slow, steady rhythm of thrusts, varying them only in depth. "Is this what you want, Roxanna? Do you want me to push my cock inside you over... and over... and over?" He timed his question so that each 'over' was spoken as he thrust inside her.

"Yes!"

"Do you like it? Do you like taking my entire cock inside you?"

"Oh, yes, yes; it feels so good!"

He gave her a deep, hard thrust that caused her tits to bounce. "How about that? Do you like it when I fuck you hard and deep?"

"Gods, Caesar..."

Caesar withdrew completely and Roxanna whimpered in protest. "No, no, I want you inside of me!"

He smiled and plunged into her hard and fast, giving her a volley of such thrusts.

"Oh, yes, Caesar, that feels so good, don't stop!"

"You like it when I pound your tight little cunt with my hard cock, don't you, Roxanna?"

"I love it. I love it. Please, Caesar, give it to me hard and fast."

Caesar obliged her, watching for the telltale signs. Her breathing became ragged, her nipples standing straight out, long and hard. "Do you want me to make you cum again, Roxanna? Do you want to cum all over my cock?"

"Caesar, please, please, please..."

"Please, what, Roxanna?" He teased, slowing his thrusts.

"Please fuck me hard and make me cum all over your great big cock!"

He lifted his upper body and pulled her legs up so her feet were over his shoulders before lowering himself onto his arms again. When he thrust into her from this angle, he felt himself hit bottom. Roxanna cried out.

Caesar began thrusting with all his might, ramming his cock hard, fast and deep into her dripping cunt. Roxanna's vocalization was reduced to animalistic grunts and unintelligible murmurs. She arched her back.

Caesar pounded her mercilessly. "Oh, yes! Cum for me, Roxanna. I can't wait to feel your cunt squeezing my cock the way you squeezed my fingers and my tongue. Do you know what's going to happen when you squeeze my cock with your tight pussy? I'm going to shoot my load into you. I'm going to fill you up with it. Do you want to feel my seed spurting into you?"

"Caesar... Caesar... Caesar... CAESAR!" Roxanna screamed as he drove her to the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced.

"Gods, your cunt is amazing," Caesar grunted. His thrusts became faster still as he shortened his withdrawals, keeping himself deeply inside of her as her walls quivered forcefully around him. "Aahhh..." he groaned, his own orgasm building, approaching, closer and closer. "I can't hold back any longer... I'm going to give it to you, Roxanna... I'm going to blow it so deep inside your tight little cunt..." His final thrust pushed his head against the very bottom of her pussy. He cried out as her cervix pushed back against him, stroking his head. "NOW!" 

Roxanna whimpered as Caesar ceased his thrusts, controlled by instinct to deliver his seed as deeply into her as possible. The strong muscle contractions of his orgasm were his only movements. The muscles of his abdomen, thighs and ass strove to drive his cock even deeper into her. The muscles of his neck drew his head back. Roxanna took over, delivering a series of shallow pelvic thrusts as she wiggled her ass back and forth to stimulate him further. 

Caesar's eyes snapped wide open, looking down at her. His voice was somewhere between a whisper and a groan, "Cumming...so...HARD!"

The look in his eyes, the sound of his voice and, mostly, those three beautiful words, sent Roxanna into yet another paroxysm of pleasure, which she sated by pushing herself against him. Two brushes of her clitoris against the thick base of his cock drove her over the edge, bathing his cock yet again in a torrent of her juices. They both whimpered and moaned as the flutter of her pussy milked his still rigid member.

Caesar did not remember parting from her. He opened his eyes and found himself gazing at her ceiling. The lamps had burned low. He turned his head and found her, asleep on her side, facing him. Her tangled hair fanned out on the pillow. Her legs were drawn up slightly. One delicate hand rested atop her hair on the pillow, the other was curled against her belly. 

He heard no sound from within the house. It was very late and he must return home. He would undoubtedly suffer the disapproving glare of his mother, but he knew there would be no reproach from his wife. She loved him beyond all reason, and he loved her as well, yet, looking at Roxanna, he was unable to conjure any guilt. Roman men were expected to seek the pleasures of exotic women and Roxanna was utterly exotic, though she spoke perfect Latin with only the slightest trace of an accent. She even looked Roman, owning the fine beauty and even the proud bearing of high nobility. 

Caesar closed his eyes and indulged in an activity he rarely allowed himself, he let his imagination run free. He wondered how it might be if he were free to unleash his passions upon Roxanna at will; to spend days upon days in this bed, taking her at his leisure until his seed coursed down her legs when she stood. The thought caused his manhood to swell. He expanded upon the thought as he imagined impaling her in every position he had seen detailed upon the walls of brothels and baths, making her scream his name loudly enough to be heard throughout the city. 

Caesar rolled to his side, supporting his upper body upon his elbow. He placed his free hand upon her breast, working its nipple between his index finger and thumb. It responded immediately, hardening. She stirred, opening her eyes. 

"It is late and I must go," he whispered, "but the insatiable beast between my legs has chained me to your bed." He slid closer, pressing his erection against her belly as he looked into her eyes. "Free me, Roxanna," he demanded, never raising his voice above a whisper. His gaze fell to her lips on his last word, "Quickly."

Roxanna locked her eyes on his as she slid to the edge of the bed and gained her feet. She bent over and grabbed the cushion upon which her head had so recently rested. She flipped the cushion over and Caesar was surprised to see a small pocket with a drawstring. Roxanna pulled the string and withdrew a small corked bottle from the pocket. She dropped the cushion on the floor. "Come, sit here," she whispered, positioning him so that the full length of his legs were free of the bed, forcing him to lean back against his arms to prevent sliding off the edge altogether. 

Roxanna toed the cushion into place, just below the fork of his legs and dropped to her knees upon it. She uncorked the bottle and he gasped when she poured half of its contents over his cock. It was olive oil and she polished his manhood with her free hand. She released his cock and poured the remaining oil between her breasts before setting the bottle aside so she could massage the oil over her breasts with both hands. She licked her lips as she did so and never took her eyes off his prick.

She leaned forward, her hands resting on the outsides of her full globes, her thumbs stroking the hard nubs of her nipples. She tore her eyes away from his manhood to look into his eyes. "Put it here, Caesar," she said, her eyes falling to the valley between her breasts.

Caesar wrapped his hand around the base of his hard shaft and pushed it away from his stomach, up toward Roxanna. She immediately pushed her breasts together, catching him between them. He withdrew his hand, placing it back behind him for support.

Roxanna continued flicking her nipples with her thumbs as she began working her body up and down, stroking his cock with her tits. He watched as the head of his prick disappeared into her deep cleavage with her upstrokes and reappeared with her down strokes. She squeezed her breasts tightly against him and bounced up and down quickly. He groaned.

"Mmmm... do you like that, Caesar," she whispered. "Do you like it when I fuck you with my tits? Do you like how they feel wrapped around your cock? Do you like watching them bounce around your shaft?"

Caesar growled. "Let me do it!" He pushed her hands away and squeezed her tits against his cock as he thrust himself between them, fast. He could not take his eyes away from the delicious sight. 

Roxanna purred in pure pleasure, "Oh, yes, Caesar, I want you to use me." She slid the well-oiled middle finger of her right hand down to her clit, stroking it lightly in a circular pattern. "Yes, use me. Use my tits to get yourself off!"

"And what about you?" he growled, never missing a stroke and never moving his eyes away from her tits.

"Watching you stroking your cock with my tits is making me so hot, Caesar! I just can't help it..." she whimpered.

"Can't help what, Roxanna? What are you doing?"

"I'm fingering my little clit.... Your great big cock looks so good fucking my tits...it's making me so hot; I have to touch my pussy. Is that okay, Caesar? May I please finger my little cunt while you jerk off with my tits? Please?"

He grunted, "Yes, yes! I'm going to cum. Where do you want it? I'm about to shoot! Where?!"

"Wherever you want, Caesar. Shoot it wherever you want."

"All over your face!"

His hands fell away from her breasts and he wrapped both of them around his cock, pumping it hard and fast, pointing it directly at her face. His whole body shook as he shot, the first spurt landing on her cheek, and the second on her forehead between her eyes, the third across her lips and the fourth on her chin. He kept stroking and grunting until he had spent his entire load. He leaned back, exhausted, just in time to watch her finish herself off, the middle finger of one hand working her clit as she rubbed her slit and hole with her other hand. She jerked, causing her tits to bounce and she cried out loudly. Watching her cum by her own hand, her tits bouncing and her face covered in his spunk was a memory that stuck with Caesar the rest of his life. Many was the night he lay restless upon uncomfortable camp beds amidst battlefields where no women were allowed, in far flung reaches of the empire, his sleeping tunic pulled up to his chest as he relieved his aching balls with a good, hard stroke, recalling this very moment as he shot great loads of long neglect onto his stomach and chest.



Educating Caesar Ch. 05



Roxanna stood outside the Temple of Venus, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight. She had left her offering and said her prayers as she had done every market interval since her arrival in the city. She was dressed in a deep blue chiton. A strophium of the same material and color was tied beneath her breasts and a matching belt emphasized her narrow waist. Her arms and head were covered by a matching palla, which she had draped to cover her lower face as well. Roxanna did not like attracting attention in public and found this disguise perfect for her needs.

She was attended by Felicity, who was also dressed modestly, and guarded by the ever-faithful Ajax and two other former gladiators. Roxanna insisted upon making this trip by foot and Ajax had given up trying to talk her out of doing so long ago. The men followed well behind, since anyone so well guarded was prone to attention and gossip. 

It was late morning and the day was glorious, the stifling heat of summer had finally broken and the sky was the deep azure blue that marks the coming of fall. Roxanna was in no hurry. She and Felicity wandered among the stalls lining the forum, which was on their way home. Roxanna's favorite vendor was there and she purchased his specialty, braised sausage and vegetables stuffed inside freshly baked bread. She treated everyone in her entourage, though one of the men would come in to collect theirs after the ladies left the stall, their own goodies tucked neatly into the small basket Felicity carried. 

Roxanna and Felicity stood outside, exchanging gossip about those who passed by. A group of senators stood nearby, talking amongst themselves. Now that the worst of the summer heat had dissipated, the rich families were returning from their seaside and country estates. A great many of the rich men were senators, and Roxanna knew their reappearance in Rome would be a definite boon for her business.

Ajax caught her eye and nodded; she and Felicity could wander at will. Roxanna was reviewing her mental to-do list for any other tasks she might complete before returning home when she felt the odd sensation that she was being watched. She lowered her head and began scanning the thronged forum through her lashes. It didn't take her long to locate the source. He stood at the fringe of the group of senators, the oak-leaf chaplet atop his thick blonde hair, his dark eyes dancing in a secret smile meant only for her. How had he recognized her with her head covered and her face veiled, among so many others?

His last visit to her had been three weeks ago; three weeks that had felt more like three months. He had sent her a message that his late-night wanderings were causing tongues to wag and that he would return as soon as the talk stopped. Roxanna had her own spies in the forum, none of whom had mentioned his name, despite her repeated prodding to 'tell her everything, even the dullest gossip.' She had come to the conclusion that the wagging tongues worrying Caesar were likely those of his wife and mother. 

The memory of his last visit flooded Roxanna's mind and she was glad for the veil that hid her blush. Her mind's eye flashed the image of him standing naked over her in her bath. She felt the thud of desire firing through her veins, making her entire body tingle. She wondered if he was thinking similar thoughts about her.

Another senator clapped him on the back, stepping close to confide something before laughing heartily before turning his eyes to Roxanna. He proffered a slight inclination of his head; Roxanna acknowledged him in turn. Caesar's smile was briefly apologetic before Crassus led him away.

"That's strange," Felicity noted, looking at the skies. "I did not know Marcus Crassus ever laughed unless a building he does not already own is on fire, yet there's not a puff of smoke to be seen."

Both women were laughing as they started home.

Roxanna, still draped in her palla, though she had pushed it off her head, was in her study, perusing her well-kept accounting ledgers as she finished the meal she had picked up in the forum. She looked up when Felicity entered.

"The senator is here to see you, Mistress."

Roxanna required no further information; she had made it plain to the few members of her household who knew of his visits that his name was never to be mentioned. He had never come unannounced, most certainly not in the middle of the day. "Show him in," she instructed as she returned the ledgers to the basket beside her chair.

She rose to greet him as he entered, "What a pleasant surprise, please come in. May I offer you some wine, something to eat, perhaps?"

His smile was strained and he was distracted. "No. Thank you."

Roxanna dismissed Felicity with an upward nod, indicating her desire for privacy. Felicity pulled the heavy drape over the door before retreating.

Roxanna turned back to her guest and found that he had closed the distance between them and was standing directly in front of her. The strained smile had been replaced with a look that was pure desire. Caesar ran his hands up her arms, reached behind her and pulled the palla back over her head, and then kissed her with a passion that drove the rest of the world out of her mind.

His hands were rough and greedy as he stroked and squeezed her through the fabric. Roxanna was relieved to find she was not the only one strained beyond endurance after three weeks apart. She melted into his hands and against his lips.

Caesar backed her against the desk and lifted her onto it as if she were weightless. He found one edge of the palla and parted it, then grabbed the long skirt and began pulling up the front of her chiton. Roxanna tugged the uppermost layer of toga resting on his left shoulder; when she finally reached the weighted free-end, the toga fell open. Caesar's hands parted her thighs and he stepped between them.

Roxanna's left hand was spread on the desk behind her for support; her right hand held tight to the back of his neck. Caesar's left hand held the front of her skirt against her belly. He lifted his tunic with his right hand, breaking the kiss so he could see to navigate past the layers of bunched clothing. He shuffled his feet, moving still closer to her. Roxanna pressed her lips together tightly when she felt him against her. He wrapped his left arm around her, pressing his hand against her lower back to pull her forward, onto him. 

Running his right hand farther up her skirts to grasp her hip, he looked into her eyes. His voice was a coarse whisper, "Veil your face."

Roxanna released his neck and quickly located the edge of the palla, draping it below her eyes, which were locked on his. She snaked her hand back behind his neck.

Caesar nodded and smiled, "Just like you were in the forum," he whispered and then he plunged into her.

Neither spoke another word. There was no need; the situation spoke for itself: The senator standing with his open toga dragging the floor, his tunic lifted, the veiled woman who was not his wife, sitting before him on the desk, her skirts pushed up, her legs spread around his hips as he took her with the midday sun shining through the high window in a room that did not even have a door. Everything about this set of circumstances was forbidden. 

They struggled to keep quiet as they thrashed madly against each other. Roxanna closed her eyes and threw her head back, lost in a sea of sensation. Caesar watched her with glazed eyes. She leveled and shook her head suddenly, her eyes widening in warning before they fluttered closed, only to open even wider. He heard her teeth chatter beneath the veil and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk so he would be able to maintain the strength and depth of his thrusts without holding her hip. He got her situated and clapped his free hand over her veiled mouth just in time to muffle what would surely have been a loud cry of pleasure. Her hands squeezed his shoulders as she unleashed her pent-up passion on him.

Roxanna nodded at him as she returned to her senses. Caesar removed his hand from her mouth and returned it to her hip, thrusting harder and faster as he felt his own climax building. He focused on Roxanna. Everything about her was unbearably erotic: The way she devoured him with her green cat's eyes, the gentle bounce of her breasts as he thrust into her, the way the muscles of her arms and legs moved beneath her skin as she met each of his movements with her own, the sound of her heavy breathing, the way she squeezed his cock over and over with her tight, hot little cunt. There was one thing Caesar loved above all these things, though, and that was her response to him- her visibly hardened nipples straining against the front of her gown and her sweet, slippery wetness. She was so WET.

Caesar clenched his jaw so tight Roxanna heard his teeth grind together. He locked into position, as deep inside her as possible. She felt him coming and held her breath to keep silent as a second orgasm overtook her suddenly.

They held the embrace as their hearts stopped pounding and their breathing returned to nearly normal. Caesar stepped back and unwrapped the palla that had obscured her nose and mouth. He held her face in his hands and smiled apologetically at her. "When I saw your guard in the forum, I looked for you, your fair skin and your fiery hair. I had decided you were not there when I saw him nod to someone. Had you not been facing me, I would not have recognized you. I've never seen you so... covered, but all I could think about was how you look wearing nothing at all. I wanted you, then and there and just as you were." He took a deep breath and his smile broadened. "It is lucky that Crassus saw me leering at you and reminded me we were in the forum."

Roxanna could not resist his smile. She suddenly leaned forward and planted a single kiss upon it before drawing back just as quickly. "How did you escape from him?"

"I told him there was an urgent bit of business I must see to immediately," he answered.

Roxanna, re-draping his toga, laughed. "Very subtle."

Caesar considered the situation and chuckled. "In retrospect, it was a poor excuse but, at the time, I was... highly distracted."

She straightened his chaplet and then let her hands rest on his shoulders as she gave him a sexy smile. "Do you feel better now?" Her voice was low and her tone seductive.

"Oh, most definitely, but if I remain in your presence one more minute, you will have me distracted again," he smiled as he turned toward the door.

"I don't know if I would have you DISTRACTED, but I definitely would HAVE you again," she purred. 

He pushed aside the drape covering the door and turned in the corridor toward the rear door before he risked looking at her. His smile had not dimmed in the least. "Yes, you would. I shall see you tomorrow evening."

"Then I shall have to... CONSOLE myself... by thinking of you until then..." she said, suggestively.

Caesar shook his head and laughed softly. "I will take my leave of you now, though, with THAT image in my mind, I doubt it will be possible for me to think clearly."

Roxanna's sweet, sexy laugh was the perfect send off.



Educating Caesar Ch. 06



"Good evening, Senator," Felicity greeted him in the rear yard.

Caesar bathed the lovely young slave with his most charming smile. "Bedchamber?"

Felicity raised her eyes to his face only long enough to be captivated by his good looks and friendly face. "Yes, Senator."

He dashed around her and disappeared through the rear door almost before Felicity realized he had moved at all. She suppressed a giggle and followed him for form's sake. She reached her mistress' bedchamber just in time to hear the heavy door bolt slide into place. She listened at the door until she heard a delighted squeal from her mistress and then returned to her duties, smiling.

Roxanna lay on her side in bed, facing the door as she waited for him. A soft, lightweight sheet covered her from ankles to neck. She was taken aback when he rushed into the room and bolted the door. "What's happened," she asked, alarmed.

"Your girl has a graceful, dignified and quite slow walk- one that I lack the patience for this evening. Don't be angry with her, it was my doing entirely." He stood on one foot, leaning against the wall as he unfastened and removed his shoes. His belt joined them on the floor and he approached the bed clad only in his tunic. Roxanna admired his broad shoulders, muscular legs and graceful movements.

"Impatient? Whatever for?" Her tone was tantalizingly innocent, but her eyes were wickedly playful.

Caesar grabbed an edge of the sheet and quickly pulled it away. Roxanna was deliciously naked and perfectly posed. "It struck me this afternoon that I have no idea if you are ticklish," he said as he sat beside her.

"Don't be wicked," she warned, her muscles tensing. She squealed as he tickled her mercilessly.

By the time Caesar relented, he was laying beside her. He fluffed a pillow and propped his head on it, his right arm bent between them. He wound a lock of her hair around one finger. He placed his left hand on her waist and she tensed, fearing more tickling. His playful smile changed by an almost imperceptible degree as his eyes met hers. "I hope your memories of me have been a great condolence."

Roxanna was pleased that he remembered her teasing farewell. She plucked at a loose thread in his tunic and laughed. "My memories of you do more to TORMENT me, but, when the torment becomes unbearable, they do bring me solace." She looked up at him through her lashes. 

He spread his palm against her waist, stroking her stomach with his thumb. "How can such pleasant memories cause you torment?" He was teasing, but Roxanna played along.

"They chase me and the only way I can outrun them is by keeping my mind well occupied. They are always lurking, searching for any opportunity to lunge at me. I cannot rest for a moment without them invading my thoughts."

Caesar knew Roxanna spoke the truth; there was no other explanation for her ability to perfectly express his own experience. He was hungry to hear more. "Why do you fight them? Do you not enjoy our time together?"

She raised one brow, "You know I enjoy our time together. Remembering it is not the same as experiencing it. It is like walking through the kitchen when my favorite food is being cooked; the delicious scent makes my mouth water and I am suddenly hungry, but the meal will not be ready for many hours." Roxanna shook her head slightly and smiled, her eyes returning to the loose thread on his tunic, with which she fiddled again. "My belly cannot differentiate the smell of the food cooking from the smell of the completed dish. It knows only that it is hungry."

"Thinking of me makes you hungry?" Caesar tried his best to look and sound confused. He wanted her to continue.

"Thinking of you makes me hungry for YOU. My belly is not the only part of me that is easily confused," Roxanna laughed. "When I open myself up to those memories, my body... responds- and I want you, but you're not here. It is frustrating when my desire is kindled but there is no one to feed the flame."

"So that is when you think of other things?"

"No, that is what happens when I do NOT think of other things. It is almost impossible to set my mind on anything else once I've allowed my body to drift so deeply into such a memory," Roxanna explained as she took stock of Caesar. The changes in him were so subtle; she doubted anyone else would have noticed them at all. His gaze now danced between her eyes and her lips. He had let go of her hair and was barely touching her with his fingertips, slowly feathering them up and down her neck. His other hand had fallen slightly toward the bed and his thumb was now grazing her navel. She moistened her lips with her tongue.

"How can a memory envelope one's body," he asked, willing her to give voice to what he most wanted to hear her say.

"It is surprisingly easy, when the memory is of a touch or of a kiss, or a..." Roxanna closed her eyes and sighed, "a look." She smiled, her eyes still closed. "Those memories wrap around my body like a blanket, but they only give the promise of warmth, not the warmth itself. They make me dizzy when I let them. And they make me..." she sighed again, "Oh, they make me want you. I can almost feel your touch, taste your skin."

Caesar wondered what memory was playing in her mind at that moment as he watched its effect upon her. Her lips appeared fuller, her nipples were swollen, her breathing shallow. She shifted her thighs and he felt her belly quiver beneath his thumb.

"The desire becomes unbearable sometimes," she continued. "I whisper your name over and over," her lips formed a perfect pout before she breathed, "but you are not here..."

"I am here now, Roxanna," he whispered.

She opened her eyes and reached out, running her hand over the smooth skin of his face. Her smile was gentle as she looked at him. "Are you?"

Caesar raised his hand from her belly to the back of her neck and drew her head to his. The first kiss was gentle, tentative. Roxanna's eyes were opened to be certain he truly was with her and Caesar's eyes were opened to watch her reaction to that reality. 

The touch and taste of his lips suddenly made him real and Roxanna's body rejoiced. She explored his face with her fingers as he deepened the kiss, his tongue searching for and finding hers.

Caesar wanted nothing more than to submit to her every whim, for her to orchestrate his every move. "I am here and I am at your command," he whispered against her ear.

"Ohhh, Caesar. Touch me, please. Run your hands all over me." She pulled her head away and looked at him. When he ran his free hand down her arm, she watched his hand. He shifted his weight, freeing his right arm to touch her breast. She watched as his knuckles brushed her nipples. Now his left hand was on her other breast, holding it as she watched. She moaned. 

He ran his hand down her side to the swell of her hip and she followed it with her eyes, her lips parted. He reached behind her and stroked the curve of one firm cheek and she turned her head to keep his hand in sight. Her breathing was heavy. He brought his hand back before her and placed it on her knee. Roxanna's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he worked his way up her thigh, but she refocused and watched it slide higher and higher. He stopped just short of the prize and she looked into his eyes.

"Please, touch me," she whispered. 

He lifted his hand and placed it low on her belly, running his fingers over the narrow strip of her pubic hair as he made his way down. He spread his fingers, not wishing to overexcite her with direct contact to that most sensitive of spots. He eased his fingers into the hollow at the top of her thighs, gently stroking her lips. His breath caught. He looked at her face and she lifted her eyes from his hand to his eyes.

"I, too, am haunted by your memory, Roxanna, and this evidence of your desire for me tortures me most of all."

She smiled. "Then I shall tell you a secret," she said and leaned forward to whisper directly into his ear. "Just thinking of you does that to me... and I think of you often." When she pulled her head back, his eyes were closed. 

Caesar smiled, shook his head, and finally managed to force his eyes open. "How sweet those words sound now, even though I know they will be the cause of many sleepless nights." He flicked his middle finger upward and stroked her lightly between her swollen lips, groaning.

Roxanna gasped and grabbed his wrist, "Careful," she whispered. "You have me too close already." 

He brought his hand back up to her waist. "How can that be? I barely touched you." 

She studied his face carefully for a while, her expression slightly troubled.

"Is something wrong, Roxanna?" Genuine concern resonated in his voice.

Roxanna reached for his right hand and held it in her own. "I fear the consequences of showing you how much power you have over me."

"I do not understand. Surely, you have nothing to fear from me." He stroked her face with his left hand.

She was satisfied by his response and pulled a pillow into place, touching the one cradling his head, and rested her cheek against it. They now faced each other on the same level with three or four inches separating their bodies. She laid the palms of her hands against his chest and looked into his eyes. "Would you like to know exactly how much I desire you, Caesar?"

He swallowed before whispering, "Yes."

"Wrap your hands around my wrists," she instructed. When he had complied, she continued. "You must hold my hands in this position, and your hands must remain exactly where they are." She moved her head nearer to his, their foreheads barely touching. "This can be the ONLY contact between us. Do you understand?" He nodded and she graced him with her wicked smile. "Now, tell me all about these thoughts that torture you."

Caesar was reticent, a mark of his nobility. The sexual act was one thing, but admitting to one's secret lusts was un-Roman. The legal advocate in him pled the case in his head. The point of this exercise was to prove the extent of his control over her; his small sacrifice would result in increased power. He smiled to himself and relaxed.

"All thoughts of you torture me, but none so completely as those of your desire for me."

Roxanna knew this did not come naturally for him, so she led him. "How does my desire for you manifest? Is it always the same?"

Caesar considered these questions for a moment. "No," he said. "It is never exactly the same, though it usually begins in your face. You look at me differently; your expression changes. You lower your head slightly, as if you are submitting yourself to me."

"I did not realize that," she said softly. "It makes perfect sense, though, for that is exactly what I am doing."

He watched her lips as she spoke and then he continued his revelation. "Your eyes... ahhhh, your eyes- they beg me. Your lips tell me when you wish to be kissed; they ripen like fruit and part, ready for me to plunder them with my mouth. Your voice becomes husky and eventually falls to a whisper. You tell me what you like, even when you do not speak. You drive me mad with the little sounds you make as your arousal grows.

"Sometimes, when you particularly like the way I touch you, you press your palms against the backs of my hands, stroking me as I stroke you. And your kisses- it is not enough to experience them with my mouth alone; I love to watch you as I am kissing you. Your lips swell beneath mine and you open yourself to me completely. Sometimes I pull back just to catch a glimpse of your tongue."

Caesar had unconsciously tipped his chin toward hers as he spoke of kissing, and his lips were dangerously close to hers. His eyes were locked on her mouth, which was, indeed, ripe for his mouth. 

"Go on," she whispered, pressing her hands more firmly against his chest.

"Your breathing becomes shallow and rapid," he whispered, pausing when he realized her breath was shallow and rapid even as he spoke. He could feel it against his lips. "Your sweet little rosebud nipples harden. Even yesterday, when you were fully clothed, I could see how hard your nipples were." He closed his eyes; "I love to rub the palms of my hands over them, to feel their hardness scratching against me."

"Oh, yes," she breathed, "I love it when you do that."

Caesar opened his eyes as she spoke. He could not resist looking down at her breasts. Her nipples stood erect and he struggled to keep his hands on her wrists. Another memory of her breasts assaulted his mind. "Do you love my mouth on them?"

Roxanna whimpered and struggled to free her right hand. Caesar held it tightly in place, surprised at the surge of pleasure he received by doing so. It inspired him to ask again, his voice louder and more forceful, "Do you like it when I lick and suck your nipples, Roxanna?"

"Yesss," she drew the word out into a long hiss. Her eyes were on his mouth, begging. 

The memory slammed back into him and his next question was asked through barred teeth. "Did you like having my cock between them?"

Roxanna's eyes were on his. She nodded before she managed to find her voice, "Oh, yes." 

Caesar gave her a savage smile. "Do you like touching my cock?"

"Ohhh...please," she begged, tugging hard to pull free from his grasp. He held her easily.

"Do you like sucking it?"

She whimpered again and licked her lips. "I love sucking your cock," she moaned.

"Do you like having it inside you?"

"Gods, gods, gods..." she whispered, her eyes closing.

"Answer me, Roxanna," Caesar insisted. "Do you like it when I spread your legs and rub the head of my cock up and down your slit before I push it inside and fuck you?"

She shivered and her eyes widened. She clutched his tunic, bunching it between her fingers. "Caesar," she said, her voice rising on the last syllable.

"Do you like it when I fuck you, Roxanna?"

"Caesar!" Her voice was louder and more insistent. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were locked on his. 

She sounded as if she was in pain, he realized. He suddenly feared he had been too zealous in resisting her struggles, that he had inadvertently injured her.

"Roxanna?"

"Yes... yes... I want you to... to.... see... what... you DO to me..." she managed. "Ask me again!"

Realization dawned on him and he tightened his grip on her wrists and looked directly into her eyes. "Do you like it when I slam my cock inside you and fuck you hard?"

"Ohhhhh... yes... yes... aahhh..." She arched her back and he pushed her wrists to prevent her rubbing against him. Her entire body shuddered violently. Her hands opened and closed. Her toes were pointed and her head thrown back. Her flat stomach rippled with the strength of the contractions deep inside her. She whispered his name over and over, making one long word of it, "CaesarCaesarCaesar..." 

Roxanna slowly relaxed and the corners of her lips turned up in contentment. She opened her eyes and fixed them on his. "That is what your VOICE does to me," she purred. 

He was perfectly still, his hands closed around her wrists, his eyes never wavering from hers. 

Still panting, Roxanna raised one perfectly arched brow at him.

Caesar released her wrists to cradle her face in his hands. His eyes were lit with wonder. "Roxanna," he whispered. "My beautiful Roxanna." His eyes searched her face. "Sweet, wondrous Roxanna." He slid his body against hers and she welcomed him with her arms and legs. "I want you, Roxanna. Gods, how I want you!"

She whispered, "You already have me, Caesar. I am yours."

He closed his eyes for a moment, the warmth of her body obliterating all else, and then he looked into her eyes. "Tell me what to do, Roxanna."

She shook her head, "No; nothing will please me more than submitting to YOUR desires. Do with me as you will, my love."

Caesar ran his left hand down her body and between them, between her legs. "Oh, Roxanna," he groaned as he ran the tips of his fingers against her. "I must see you," he managed in a gruff voice. 

His movement was too quick for her thickened senses to follow. She simply found herself on her back. Caesar was on his knees between her legs. His hands rested on either side of her womanhood, holding her thighs wide as he looked at looked at that part of her as if he had never before seen it. 

"You are closed, but so swollen and," he swallowed, "ahhhh, so wet." He did not move for a long time. "Hold your thighs like this."

Roxanna supported her thighs with her hands beneath her knees. She closed her eyes when she felt his fingers parting her outer lips. 

Caesar returned his hands to where they had rested before. "Like a flower," he whispered, "opening for the sun." He paused again before he spread her inner lips with two fingers of his right hand. "Ohhh, Roxanna. Nectar flows from your beautiful flower... coating the soft petals, now in full bloom." 

His hands left her and he knelt closer, his face inches above her flower. He inhaled deeply. "The bouquet of your desire makes roses weep with jealousy." 

Caesar moved again and, again, Roxanna found herself moved as well. He had pulled her to the edge of the bed; her feet would be on the floor if she had not been holding her thighs up and open for him. Caesar was on his knees on the floor. He looked into her eyes as he lowered his face between her legs. Roxanna heard some foreign sound rising from her vocal chords, but paid no attention to it.

"The pearl of your pleasure has emerged from her hiding place among the petals." He flicked the tip of his tongue against it.

Roxanna moaned.

Caesar licked her pussy, sucked her lips into his mouth, teased her opening with his tongue and lapped up her juices before returning to her engorged clitoris, planting the lightest of kisses upon it. He flicked the tip of his tongue against it again and again and then pulled it into his mouth, sucking it ever so gently as Roxanna moved against him. Her little sounds became louder and her movements became more forceful. He looked up into her face and found her watching him. He found it unspeakably erotic, that she was watching him pleasure her with his mouth. 

"Caesar," she whispered, her head already beginning to move back and forth, as she struggled to keep her eyes on his eyes, his lips, his tongue.

"I know what you are going to say," he growled, his lips moving against her as he spoke, "and I want it." His tongue flicked quickly over her pearl. It fled away from him, retreating beneath its hood. He closed his lips on that flesh and sucked greedily. Roxanna dropped her thighs, her pointed toes supporting her legs, which were still spread wide for him. Her hands flew to the back of his head, as if she feared he would stop at this crucial moment. She cried out as her body shook. Caesar replaced his lips with his thumb and lowered his mouth to push his tongue inside her.

Roxanna's thighs closed around his head. He rubbed his thumb back and forth against her clit and worked his tongue inside her, bringing her off two more times. He opened his mouth to receive her blessing and swallowed the flow of her pleasure. His cock throbbed, but he refused to touch it; no, his seed would not be spent inside his tunic or on the mosaic floor. Roxanna would have it as she desired and, even after three climaxes, she was far from satisfied. Even now, she cried out her need for him.

"Inside me, inside me, inside me... Oh, Caesar... I must have you now... please..." Her whispered pleading was almost incoherent. Her arms were flung straight back, behind her head. Her feet, still on the floor, were spread wide and she thrust her pelvis into the air. 

Caesar stripped off his tunic. He stood between her legs and looked down just in time to see her pussy pulse in need, a drop of her delicious wetness running down to the coverlet. Lifting her thighs, he pushed her back onto the bed as he followed on his knees. He sat on his heels. 




Educating Caesar Ch. 06



Roxanna pulled down a cushion, folded it double and pushed it beneath her ass, bringing her hungry pussy to the level of his cock. She stretched one leg up, resting it against his shoulder. The other followed and she crossed her feet. 

Caesar leaned forward, pressing against her legs. He entered her, amazed by the wonderful friction created by her legs being pressed together. Three shallow strokes later he froze, shaking his head. His breathing was labored. "It is too much, Roxanna. I cannot last like this." He was still for a few seconds longer before he withdrew from her and sat before her with his legs crossed and folded toward his body. 

He looked at her as he caught his breath. Finally, he said, "I cannot decide how I most wish to take you." 

Roxanna sat up. "You think too much," she softly chided, as she straddled his thighs, moving herself onto his lap. She wrapped one leg behind him and, as she lowered herself onto him, she deftly maneuvered her body so that he was inside of her, then she wrapped her other leg behind him. 

They slowly rocked together, their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Roxanna's passion flared.

"You are so deep inside of me," she whispered against his ear. 

Caesar groaned.

Roxanna leaned back slightly, looking into his dark eyes. She put one hand between them, running it down her flat stomach, her eyes still on his. She felt something that caused her to close her eyes and moan. When she opened her eyes, she smiled at him. "Give me your hand," she said. Caesar placed one hand atop hers, questioning her with his eyes. Roxanna directed his palm and then pushed his hand tightly against her belly. 

Caesar's eyes widened as he felt movement under his hand.

"You feel it," she whispered, her smile broadening. "Mmmm, that is YOU, Caesar; that is your cock moving in me."

His eyes flew to hers. He thrust hard into her and felt the bump of his thrust against the palm of his hand, through her belly. "Does it hurt?" he whispered, wondering at her body.

"Sometimes," she breathed. "You are big... mmm... but you always feel... soooo good... ahhhh... even when it hurts."

"Roxanna," he murmured, pulling his hand away from her belly and pulling her face to his. He kissed her, long, slow and deep. When she whimpered, Caesar slowed his movements and broke the kiss. "The last time I was here, you said you wanted me to hurt you. Now you say it feels good even when it hurts. Do you enjoy pain?"

They continued rocking against each other and Roxanna was struck by the intimacy; they were talking as they made love. "No, not in the broad sense of the word. There is no pleasure in being burned by an iron or stepping on something sharp. You do not cause me that kind of pain, though. Sometimes you hurt me when you," she shivered, "slam your full length into me, or when your hands catch in my hair and pull it, or when you... ohhhhh... when you pinch my nipples. That pain is sweet, for it heightens the pleasure."

"When you asked me to hurt you, you wanted me to prolong that sensation. You wanted me to take you hard and rough, over and over. When does the pleasure give way to the pain?"

"I do not believe you would purposefully inflict pain upon me, so my threshold for pain at your hands is probably high."

"Do you long for me to 'hurt' you?"

Roxanna smiled at him and pressed her body against his, her chin resting on top of his shoulder as they continued moving together. "Sometimes I do. Sometimes you build my excitement to such a point that I want you to take me like a savage, ramming yourself into me hard and fast, having your way with me."

Caesar felt her tighten against him as she spoke and he remained quiet, allowing her to continue.

"Sometimes," she whispered, "when I go to bed at night, my imagination runs wild and wicked. I imagine you, asleep in your bed, dreaming of me. You dream that I am on my knees before you, servicing you with my mouth. The dream makes you hard. You wake up." Roxanna paused to kiss and suck the skin at the top of his shoulder. 

Caesar felt her wetness trickling down him and he throbbed inside of her.

Roxanna continued relating her fantasy, growing ever more excited as she spoke. "You are so hard... mmm... You need to... ahh... you need to come! You need it soooo bad. You pull up your tunic... ohh... you're so big... and you're dripping. Oh, Caesar, it's dripping out of you! You wrap your hand around it and close your eyes... but it's not enough... you need me... You need to FUCK me. Then I imagine you in a cloak, hurrying through the dark streets. You are in my house. You are in my room. You walk to the side of my bed. I am asleep. You rip the blanket off me and pull me to the side of the bed, flipping me onto my stomach and pulling me up onto my knees. You don't bother removing your clothes; you push them out of the way and enter me. I cry out, thinking I am being attacked, and you say, 'Do you feel how hard I am? Do you LIKE doing this to me?' Then you ram it all the way into me. It hurts... oh... it hurts... but I can't get enough of it! You say, 'Take it all!' And you fuck me. Gods, how you fuck me! I feel like you're going to split me apart you're fucking me so hard... you pull me back against you with every thrust and our bodies slap together... You grab my hair in both your hands, like reins, and use it to pull me back against you... You say, 'Give me what I need!' And you come and come and come... so much... it drips out of me and you're still pumping hard... oh... so hard... so deep." 

Roxanna suddenly pulled back to look into his face. Her eyes were wild. "Caesar, please... please, give it to me like that right now!"

Caesar didn't make her ask twice. He lifted her off him and was standing beside the bed the next instant. Roxanna matched his speed, taking her place on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. Then he was inside her.

"Harder! I know you can do it harder!" Roxanna wailed.

Caesar pushed aside his fear of hurting her and allowed his animal instinct to inhabit him completely. The coverlet shredded under Roxanna's fingernails and between her teeth. With a combined long, loud howl of pleasure, they came together, Caesar pumping his hot load into her as she gushed, bathing his thighs in a torrent of pleasure.



Educating Caesar Ch. 07



Caesar stepped into the expansive peristyle garden of Marcus Crassus, one of the last to arrive at the symposium. He estimated the number of guests at thirty. Crassus was infamous for his over-the-top entertainments, which was likely Roxanna's reason for having chosen this event for Caesar's 'official debut.' He had been under Roxanna's tutelage for just over a year and she had insisted that he put the knowledge she had instilled in him to the test. 

The thought of Roxanna was enough to bring a smile to the face of any man. Caesar was relying upon his many heated memories of her to help get him through what might prove to be an uncomfortable evening. 

Caesar took a cup of wine from a tray offered him by a servant and began searching for likely prey. The most influential men in the city were present, many accompanied by their wives. Caesar was not planning to risk his life for this conquest, so he continued looking. His eyes met those of Sempronia Tuditani, who stood across the garden, conversing with several other matrons. She smiled enticingly at him.

"Gaius Julius," Crassus' voice boomed just before he slapped Caesar's back, "it is good to see you."

"And you, Marcus Licinius. Your invitation was most welcome."

Pleasantries aside, Crassus led Caesar out of earshot of the others and spoke to him in a confidential low voice. "I sense that you are up to no good," he laughed. "It's about time; I was beginning to think I was funding a love affair. Just stay away from my Tertulla," Crassus joked before greeting a high-ranking senator. 

The guests filed into the triclinium for the meal, which promised to be an epicurean delight. Caesar had little taste for exotic fare and dreaded the whole ordeal. He was seated beside a wealthy member of the knight class, an amicable man known for his wit. Caesar's body servant had just removed his sandals when he felt the weight of the third party on the dining couch and turned to see who would be occupying his other side. He was somewhat shocked by the discovery.

"I am afraid someone has already taken my seat and I do not wish to be rude. Do you find it disagreeable to share your dining couch with a woman?" Sempronia purred, batting her dark lashes at him.

"I am honored," Caesar smiled, trying to make it look genuine.

"I am Sempronia Tuditani," she said.

"The wife of Marcus Fulvius?" Caesar asked.

Sempronia rolled her eyes dramatically. "That depends on your definition of 'wife,'" she said, under her breath.

"I am Gaius Julius Caesar, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sempronia," he gave her his most charming smile.

"Gaius Julius Caesar," she repeated, her eyes roaming over his face. "Yes, I knew your father."

Caesar was not surprised, given her age, which must have been at least double his own. He sighed, swallowing his negative thoughts as he glanced at the woman beside him. Sempronia was not without charm. She was quite voluptuous and the cut of her gown accented her large breasts. Had he not known her age, he would have thought her to be in her thirties. There was no gray in her black hair, which was pulled back into a chignon wrapped with braids, a few of which hung down her back. Her dark brown eyes were large and wide-set. Her lips were full and rouged to make them look even more so.

Sempronia was an attractive woman. Caesar knew the problem was not with her, but within himself. He was a rational being and realized it was ridiculous for him to feel guilty for an act he had not even committed himself to carrying out. He had spent the past year learning how to please a woman from the most gorgeous, uninhibited creature in Rome and, after a year, his passion for her was nowhere near sated. Roxanna, however, was being paid for her services. Sex with a prostitute was not adultery in the eyes of the law. Despite his feelings for Roxanna, he had been able to avoid most of the guilt because of the situation. Tonight he must take the next step; he must break the faith of his wife. Caesar had risked his life when he had refused Sulla's order to divorce her. Now, he wondered if he was truly prepared to commit an act that would provide grounds for divorce, even for those joined by the sacred rites of confarreatio marriage. 

There was a commotion in the room and Caesar realized one of the consuls had arrived. The office of consul was the crowning achievement of a political career. Caesar squared his jaw, took a deep drink of his wine and turned his attention back to Sempronia.

The table became a parade of gilded eggs, oysters, snails, eels, roasted flamingo and several other dishes that Caesar did not care to remember. He picked at his food, indulging mainly in bread and the vegetables stuffed inside, or used to garnish, the less appetizing items. Sempronia warmed under the diffuse light of his subtle charm. The fresh fruit was served, marking the end of the meal. 

Caesar had just bitten into a perfectly ripe peach when Sempronia whispered in his ear, "There is a divine little grotto in the dark back corner of Crassus' garden." She was interrupted by Crassus' wife, Tertulla, inviting all the women to join her in the back of the house. Sempronia rose and exited with the others. With the women gone, the men were free to drink themselves into a stupor. 

Caesar waited several minutes before excusing himself. He made his way into the garden and saw immediately that one of the back corners was free from the lamps that seemed to light every other inch of space. He looked around to make sure he was not being watched before he hurried into the darkness.

Sempronia reached out and caught him in her arms, pulling him down beside her on a bench. "I've been waiting forever," she whined in a high voice. "You must be very nice to me or I shall be angry with you." Caesar did not have time to respond before her lips were on his, her tongue probing his mouth, as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. The shock quickly passed and he returned her arduous kiss, running his hands over the silky smooth flesh of her back.

"Come on, be quick about it! You know I must go soon," she urged, her words flashing a warning signal in Caesar's head. He moved his hands around to her breasts and, though they were perfectly nice, they were nowhere near the size of Sempronia's. He froze. The hand searching beneath his tunic found what it was seeking and, grasping him, also froze. There was a beat of silence between them.

Caesar planned his escape. The bench was directly against the garden wall; as soon as she screamed, he was going to jump onto the bench, throw one leg over the wall, hope the ground on the other side was not too far below, and make a run for it. She did not scream, however. She ran her small hand over his length and giggled.

"My, my. I do not believe WE have met." Her hand continued its ministrations. "That is easily remedied. I am Claudia. Who are you?"

"My identity does not seem particularly important to you at the moment," he answered.

She giggled again. "I admit I am most taken by your impressive manhood; but you speak like an orator. Are you?" 

"Perhaps I am a well educated slave."

Claudia pushed down one of his hands until it rested against the moist, hairless and heated flesh between her legs. She gasped at his touch. Caesar closed his eyes in the darkness. She was ready to be taken. Her whisper was teasing, but he could hear the urgency in her voice, "Tell me your name and I'll put what is in MY hand into what is now in YOURS."

"Caesar."

"Now I know why you Julians claim descent from Venus," she giggled, squeezing him. "Well, we both seem to be in the right place at the right time and, given the particular place and time, I would wager we are here for the same reason. Shall we have at each other like a pair of animals?" He felt her mouth on his neck, her teeth nipping him playfully. 

"Claudia," Caesar whispered. "Pulchra?"

"That's right."

"How old are you, Claudia?"

"I am eighteen and, in case you haven't figured it out, I am not a virgin. I came here tonight for one reason only and, since the man for whom I was waiting has not deemed my needs important enough, I am perfectly happy to take my pleasure with you. Please, say yes. I grew bored waiting and, well, to be quite honest, I had taken matters into my own hands and your arrival was most inconvenient... I would like to finish and I am mad to feel you inside of me! Let me ride you."

Caesar pictured the young woman writhing on the bench, one hand on her breasts and the other working furiously underneath her gown; his mind was made. "As you wish, Claudia."

Claudia guided him to her entrance and moaned softly as she rested her weight upon him, taking him all the way inside of her. "I'm afraid I really must go soon, so we will have to make this fast," she said, moving his hands to her hips. Pleased with her placement, she adjusted her gown. "Bounce me and suck my nipples."

Caesar did as he was told, moving her up and down the length of his rigid cock. Her breasts were firm and small, but her nipples were huge. He flicked his tongue against both hard tips before pulling one into his mouth and sucking it hard. She whined at the pleasure of it.

"Faster... Do it faster!" she whispered against his ear. 

He increased the speed of his thrusts. "Is that better?" he asked between clenched teeth. 

"Yesss," she whined again. "Oh... You feel so much better than..." her voice trailed off into a moan and then a gasp. "Gods!" Her body went rigid.

He continued pumping his cock in and out of her as she panted out her pleasure. Just as Caesar felt the first stirrings of his own climax, they heard footsteps. Claudia pulled away from him, kissed the tip of his nose and slipped away.

"Caesar?" Sempronia whispered rather loudly. 

"I am here," he replied in an uneven voice, quickly pulling his tunic down into place. He was thankful for the dark, as he was certain anyone would know exactly what he had been doing ten seconds earlier if the person had a good look at him.

"Good. I have been wanting to do this all evening," she purred as she sank to her knees on the ground before where he sat on the bench. She pushed up his tunic and grabbed his cock. "Mmmm... You started without me," she said in mock accusation. "You're already hard... and you're simply drenched! I sincerely hope you left something for me."

Caesar did not have a chance to reply before he felt her mouth close around him. He gasped when she took him deep into her throat. She swallowed as she caressed his tight balls with one hand. 

"Careful," he managed. "Your throat is so tight... ahh... easy... easy."

Sempronia dislodged him from her throat and bobbed her head over him, sucking every inch of him as she swirled her tongue around his shaft.

"You are going to make me come if you do not stop NOW," he breathed, his hands on the back of her head.

"That is exactly what I want, Caesar. I love sucking cock. Mmm... it makes me so hot! I'm squeezing my pussy through my gown right now and as soon as your hot come hits the back of my throat, I will come, too. Let me get you off. Don't you want to come for me? Your balls are so full and tight. Empty them in my mouth. I want to taste you." 

She licked his entire cock before taking it back into her mouth, making him groan.

Claudia's teasing fuck and Sempronia's mind-bending suck were more than Caesar could endure. "That's it... aahhh!" He blew an enormous load into her mouth. She grunted and grabbed his thigh as she swallowed every last drop.

Sempronia released him, drawing a ragged breath. "That was wonderful, Caesar," he could hear the smile in her voice. She was standing now. "Don't be a stranger." She kissed his forehead and walked away.

Roxanna was just stepping out of her bath and into the thick towel Felicity held for her when another servant entered, her eyes downcast. "Ajax sends to inform you that you have a visitor, Mistress."

"I will take over from here, Felicity. Please see to my guest," Roxanna instructed, dismissing the other servant with a nod and a smile. Roxanna patted her skin dry before wrapping her wet hair in the towel, turban-style. She was sitting at her dressing table rubbing verbena infused oil into her skin when she heard the doors to her bedchamber being opened. Finishing quickly, she pulled on her favorite dressing gown; it was transparent Coan cloth dyed the color of rubies. 

Roxanna stepped into her bedchamber. Caesar was sitting on the bench at the end of her bed. His elbows rested on his knees and he cradled his head in his hands. 

"Please forgive my appearance, I was not expecting to see you this evening, Caesar."

He raised his head and looked at her. He smiled. "You are always beautiful, Roxanna."

Roxanna sat beside him. "How was the party?"

"Oh, the usual," he said. "Rome's elite was well represented. The wines were excellent and the food extravagant."

"Would you like something to drink," she asked.

"No, I had quite enough during dinner; my head is aching already."

She massaged his temples with her fingertips and he sighed, closing his eyes. They sat silently as she rubbed his head. When she finished, she squeezed his shoulders softly. His muscles were tense.

"Turn around," she instructed.

He did as she asked and she began working his shoulders with her strong hands. He groaned beneath her fingers and slowly relaxed.

When Roxanna was satisfied with the looseness of his shoulders, she pulled him gently back toward her. "Lean back against me, darling," she cooed as she began massaging his scalp. Caesar was putty in her hands. 

"You always know exactly how to make me feel better," he said softly. 

Roxanna continued working her fingers through his hair. "I could say the same about you," she retorted.

He sighed again. "You have taught me well, Roxanna."

She did not vary her movements upon him or change the tone of her voice. "You were successful, then?"

"Yes," he gave a trite laugh, "a bit too successful."

"Come now, how can a man be 'too successful' at seduction?" Roxanna joked, keeping her voice light.

"By seducing two women in less than a quarter of an hour," he answered with just a trace of sarcasm.

"Two?" Roxanna stopped stroking his head and looked down at him. "You seduced TWO women? In less than a quarter of an hour?" Her voice was incredulous, though slightly tinged with laughter.

"Yes, though one was an accident."

"An accident. You are an astonishing man, Caesar," Roxanna laughed. "How on earth did you 'accidentally' seduce a woman?"

"It was amazingly simple." He related the story to her, leaving out the names of the women.

Roxanna had a good laugh. "You are a natural; starting inside one's womanhood and finishing inside another's mouth! The 'accident,' was she a slave?"

"No; they were both patricians, though the 'accident' was far too young for such behavior," he answered.

Roxanna raised one brow and gave him a knowing look. "I would wager the other lady was a bit too old for such behavior."

Caesar narrowed his eyes at her. "Gods, woman, are you a witch? How can you possibly know that?"

"I live surrounded by women; precious little juicy gossip makes it past me. I have heard many rumors about a particular noble woman who greatly enjoys servicing men with her mouth. I've also heard tales about a very young lady and her... lover. Believe me, Caesar, if it is the same young lady you happened upon this evening, you did her a favor by taking the place of the man for whom she was waiting." Roxanna shivered. "That's an odd clan and this generation is the worst yet. They are disasters waiting to happen."

Caesar was not immune to gossip; it was important for politicians to stay abreast of the happenings in the great families. "Are you speaking of the Claudii?"

"I am, and please do not feel you have done that poor girl a harm by telling me it was she. Unless you or she speaks of it to others, no one will ever know."

"I trust you completely, Roxanna. Now, tell me, who was she waiting for that I did her a favor by displacing him?"

"Publius."

"That narrows it down to about a quarter of the men in the city."

"Publius Claudius."

"Pulcher? Her brother? She thought I was her brother when she...?" He didn't finish the question.

"I told you it was awful; but I have heard too many stories from too many people to discount all of it as simple malicious talk."

Caesar threw back his head and laughed. "You truly have made me feel better, my love. I was suffering the pangs of guilt, but you have made me see the error in that. I did not have coitus with Sempronia and, even though I did penetrate Claudia, in doing so I prevented her from committing a crime against nature." He laughed again. "I am not expected home for at least two more hours," he said, stroking her face. "An old lady and a young girl combined are no match for a beauty in her prime. Remind me what it is to bed a REAL woman." He leaned in to kiss her.

Roxanna drew away, giving him a rather pointed smile. "I will gladly indulge you- AFTER you bathe." 

They laughed together as she led him into her bath chamber.



Educating Caesar Ch. 08



Roxanna was seated on the cushioned bench at the foot of her bed when Caesar entered. The sight of her stopped him in his tracks and, when she slowly rose and faced him, he did not even try to conceal his astonishment.

Roxanna's great wealth of natural beauty did not require any additional adornment to draw the eye. She had never worn any jewelry or cosmetics in his presence and he had never found her lacking in any way. It had never occurred to him what power she might wield if armed with such embellishments. Standing before him now, Roxanna was a queen. 

She wore a chiton of transparent Coan cloth. The chiton was draped so that, on her right side, the edges met only at the fibula upon her shoulder, leaving a two-inch gap of bare flesh from just beneath her arm down length of her body. The cloth was the same shade as the emeralds she wore. They sparkled from the combs in her hair, from her dainty earrings, from the fibulae holding the fabric in place upon her shoulders, from the fine gold collar at her throat, the bracelet on her wrist, and the ring on her finger. They were sewn into the braided cloth-of-gold ribbons that made up the belt cinched loosely at her waist. Her face was made even more exotic by the carefully applied cosmetics. She smiled at him and, when she lifted the front of the gown to step in his direction, he saw the sparkle of more emeralds from one ankle. She wore gilded sandals. The dark green cloth and jewels were the perfect counterpoint to her flawless pale skin, her large green eyes and her bright red curls. Everything about her was regal, from her proud bearing to her graceful walk.

She acknowledged him with a majestic tilt of her head. "Good evening, my love," she said with a wink.

Caesar knew there was a purpose behind her wink; the thought made him slightly uneasy. "Good evening, Beautiful Queen." Caesar held out his hand for hers and, when she placed her hand in his, he bowed and kissed it.

Roxanna smiled as he opened his mouth slightly, sucking one knuckle before he released her hand and stood before her. "What magical occasion is it that has rendered the most beautiful woman in all the world yet more beautiful?"

Roxanna stepped close enough to whisper into his ear. "Tonight is special. You have mastered all the usual channels to a woman's bed; but times are changing and more channels are opening. Besides, you will likely have need of your skills in different cultures that observe different traditions. Tonight is for the exotic."

Roxanna turned back to the bench and reached for a small box. She opened it and withdrew a swath of black fabric that was wide in the middle and tapered at both ends. She carefully placed it upon his face so that his eyes were visible through the cleverly crafted holes and then wrapped the cloth around his head and tied it. Caesar lifted his hands to his face. The mask stretched from just beneath his hairline to the tip of his nose, concealing his identity while allowing him freedom of all his senses.

"Roxanna," he whispered, "I do not know what you have planned, but..."

"Shhh... You will enjoy it. I promise."

Roxanna walked over to the table and poured a cup of wine, which she handed to him. She closed and bolted the door before returning to his side to find that he had already drained the cup completely. She refilled it and Caesar drained it again and held it out to be filled a third time.

"You do not normally imbibe so freely, and this wine is not watered. Perhaps two cups are enough?"

"For now," Caesar nodded, already feeling the effects of the strong wine.

Roxanna sat his cup aside and took his hand to lead him back to the bench. She motioned for him to sit, but Caesar pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her.

"You are, truly, the most beautiful woman in the world," he said as his eyes moved slowly over her.

"You have not seen all the women in the world to make such a judgment," she retorted, playfully. 

"I have no need. Rome would be well aware of any military engagement rivaling that of Troy."

Roxanna laughed heartily. "Rome would never sully herself fighting for an unchaste wife."

Caesar smiled, "I fear you are right; we have always been far too cynical where our women are concerned. Still, I would wager that your beauty would rally many men to the Eagles."

"Kiss me," she requested with a smile. 

Caesar obliged, locking his eyes on hers as he moved in slowly. He had discovered that Roxanna had a weakness for teasing; the fastest way to her undoing lay in the slowest route. He smiled when she locked her hands behind his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. The kiss was particularly passionate as each was aroused by the other's costume. Caesar ran one hand down the naked flesh of her side, which was made all the more erotic by the braided belt. His other hand caressed the curve of her bottom. Roxanna's stroked his face with one hand and toyed with the lengths of fabric falling from the knot at the back of his head with the other. 

He slid his hand beneath the loose fabric and ran his palm across her quickly swelling nipple before squeezing her breast. She made a little sound of pleasure against his mouth and dropped both of her hands to the small of his back. She pulled the length of his body against hers and ground herself against his growing erection until they both moaned.

Roxanna stopped him when Caesar began maneuvering them back toward the bench. "Patience, love; this night holds many surprises."

"None of which could possibly compete with my desire for you," he whispered before nipping her neck with his teeth, making her smile.

"We shall see," she said, her voice rich with mystery. She sat upon the bench and beckoned him to join her; once he had made himself comfortable, she clapped her hands two times. From the adjoining room walked a man in Greek dress with a diadem tied beneath his blonde curls. He carried a golden ram-horned helmet under one arm. A woman in Eastern garb, including a dark veil that hid her face completely, followed a few steps behind him. Neither showed the least bit of attention to Caesar or Roxanna.

Caesar recognized the helmet at once, but was impressed by Roxanna's attention to detail. Most people would have made do with any man with curly blonde hair, or slapped a wig on any man at all; Roxanna, however, aimed for perfection. The man was short, though muscular and, when he turned to face the woman, Caesar was astonished to see the man's eyes- one blue, one brown.

"You certainly know your history," Caesar whispered to Roxanna.

Roxanna shushed him before admitting, "He's a bit too young for this particular performance, but he does bear a striking resemblance to Alexander's statues and recorded descriptions."

The woman stood, facing Alexander, who had cast the helmet into one of the chairs and was now smiling at her as he approached. He lifted her veil to reveal her lovely dark skin and large brown eyes. She, too, wore a diadem.

"Ah, I believe this must be your namesake," Caesar teased. Roxanna shushed him again.

Alexander stroked the face of his young bride. He looked at her with complete adoration. She, on the other hand, looked rather timid. Alexander kissed her softly and her eyes became wide with fear, which he gradually dissolved with his sweet caresses and tender kiss. When her eyes finally closed, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her. The movement of their heads and their lips soon indicated that she was returning the kiss as she warmed to his embrace.

Alexander removed the dark veil and let it fall. Her straight black hair fell almost to her knees. She stepped back and unclasped her dark garment, casting it to the floor. She wore nothing beneath it. She stared at Alexander without shame, but shied away from him ever so slightly when he moved to touch her. He calmed her with words spoken in perfect Greek. "You have nothing to fear from me, Roxana; I will do nothing without your consent." She reached out hesitantly, her eyes still fearful, and unclasped the fibula on one of his shoulders. Her hands were shaking and Alexander took them in his and kissed each of them tenderly before dropping them and unclasping the other side of his short chiton. 

Roxanna of the red hair and pale skin turned her attention to Caesar, who was watching the couple most intently. She knew, now that the two were disrobed, things would likely heat up quickly and she was not exactly certain how Caesar would react to this spectacle. He had seen vulgar Greek comedies, but these beauties were not going to be feigning the most intimate of acts. "More wine, my dear?" Her voice was barely over a whisper in respect to the 'performers.' 

Caesar smiled at her, "Yes, thank you."

Roxanna gave the young lovers a wide berth as she padded silently to the table and poured two cups of wine before returning to the bench. They sipped the strong beverage as they enjoyed the entertainment.

Caesar was drawn to the contrasts between the young woman and young man. Her skin, hair and eyes were dark, while his were pale. Her body was soft and feminine, while his was hard and muscular. Her skin was smooth and flawless; his bore many scars. They were matched only in height. Alexander moved to stand behind Roxana, his chest against her back, giving their audience an unobstructed view of her body. Caesar's mind moved to another set of contrasts, those between the woman before him and the woman at his side. There was the difference in their coloring, of course, but their shapes were also vastly different. His Roxanna was tall and lean with long legs, a perfectly flat stomach, slightly flared hips, a highly toned and curvaceous bottom and large, firm breasts. Alexander's Roxana's was pleasantly fleshy. Her breasts were pendulous, her belly soft, her hips were wide. Her flesh rippled enticingly beneath Alexander's hands. Her sex was crowned with a large patch of dark hair. Caesar appreciated the many variances in the female form and saw the beauty in each.

Alexander kissed her shoulders and her neck as he caressed her arms. She was still tense with fear. When he cupped her breasts and gently massaged them, her relaxation was visible as she leaned back into him. He increased his attention on her, stimulating her large, dark nipples with his fingers. She sighed.

Caesar's attention was focused on the woman's slow arousal; beside him, Roxanna's attention was focused on the desire shining in Alexander's eyes over her shoulder as he lifted them to Roxana's face to determine her pleasure, and then lowered them to watch his hands on her breasts. 

Alexander let one of his hands drop lower, stroking her belly. He whispered something into her ear and she smiled. Her eyes were closed and she nodded in agreement, nuzzling her head back against his shoulder with a small sound of growing desire. His hand dropped lower, his fingers rubbing over the dark hair between her legs. He waited for her to respond before continuing. When she spread her legs slightly, he touched her lower, bringing a soft moan from her.

Alexander led her to the bed and laid her down gently across it. Caesar and Roxanna turned to watch this much closer exhibition. Alexander kissed her thighs, slowly working his way upward. He spread her legs and lowered his head. When he began licking her, she cried out softly in pleasure.

Caesar was amazed that the couple paid absolutely no attention to their audience. Less than two feet away, Caesar was clearly able to see all the signs of the young woman's growing arousal. Watching Alexander worship her with his tongue and lips and hearing her soft moans, Caesar's own desire awoke and he shifted his position on the bench. He brought one leg up and stretched it out behind his Roxanna. This afforded him more comfort in watching the couple on the bed. Roxanna took his empty cup and placed it, with her own, on the floor. She then followed his lead and brought both of her legs up to rest on the bench, moving so that her back reclined against his chest. Caesar wrapped his arms around her, one hand stroking a firm breast, the other working between her legs, over her chiton.

Roxanna was relieved that Caesar did not protest; she was thrilled at his response.

Alexander pressed his face closer against the young woman, sucking her clitoris into his mouth and Roxana lifted her head to see her husband. He locked the fingers of one hand with hers and smiled up at her. Her heavy breathing and the slow undulating of her hips against his mouth foretold her nearing climax. It was a beautiful sight. She wound her fingers into his curls as her back slowly arched and her head went back, exhibiting her lovely long neck. Her dark skin was infused with pink. Her large nipples swelled, their tips becoming long and pointed. She closed her eyes tightly. Her lips parted and she gasped loudly; otherwise, she was perfectly silent. Her entire body jolted. Alexander watched her body as he continued his ministrations upon her. Her body was seized again and again by the strong sensations until she was no longer able to bear the pleasure and she pushed Alexander away with her fingertips. Her spasms continued even after he raised his head.

Alexander crawled up the bed, over her, keeping his body raised above hers. He kissed her chin and she lowered it, opening her eyes as she gave him access to her lips. She entwined her fingers in his hair again as they kissed, their tongues flashing as they moved their heads. 

Caesar was transfixed by the experience of being so close to two people performing such a private act. As much as he loved engaging in the same movements, actions and reactions, he found the role of spectator thrilling in a different way. He realized with a bit of a shock that his hand had found its way into the open side of his Roxanna's gown. The erotic feel of her full, warm breast beneath his fingers was strangely enhanced by the presence of the other couple. Roxanna was also enjoying this voyeurism; the nipple between his index and middle finger was hard and her gown was damp beneath his other hand. He clenched his jaw to suppress a moan and pulled her closer to him, his erection pressing against her round bottom. He closed his eyes when she wiggled against him. She stopped wiggling and he opened his eyes to find her attention riveted on the bed. 

Alexander and Roxana were still kissing, but her hands had fallen from his head and she lay beneath him, her arms spread in complete submission. Alexander broke the kiss and reached between them. He gave a low 'ah' when his stiff member made contact with her. Caesar realized the seduction had been completely one-sided; she had neither touched, nor even looked at the part of him that was about to join them together. Alexander withdrew his hand and lowered himself on her. Roxana sighed at the feel of his warm skin against hers. His head was directly over hers and he looked into her eyes as he entered her in one slow, gentle stroke. She gasped softly and her dark eyes widened for a moment. Alexander lowered his head and whispered into her ear. His words brought a sweet smile to her lips. When he raised his head and looked down at her, she nodded and her smile widened. She wrapped her arms around his neck, twining her fingers into his hair, and closed her eyes. A single tear escaped the corner of her eye and tracked slowly into the dark mass of her hair as his lips met hers and he began moving inside her.

Caesar did not realize his Roxanna had tensed until she relaxed against him and exhaled softly. He wondered if she was thinking of the first time she had lain with a man. Was it the man she had loved before coming to Rome? He knew nothing about her past and precious little about her present; she knew almost everything about him. What series of events had shaped her personality? What history had woven the strong yet delicate fabric that was Roxanna? Surely, her life was worthy of his interest. He kissed her shoulder and then her ear. She wiggled against him and he smiled as he turned his attention back to the bed.

Alexander and his dark Roxana were completely locked together. She had wrapped her legs around his so her ankles rested against the muscles of his calves. His movements kept his body parallel, and in total contact, with hers. Her palms were flat against the middle of his back, holding him close to her. His forearms rested on the bed, pressing against her upper arms. His hands were on her shoulders. They held each other's eyes in an intense gaze.

It was Roxana who initiated the change. She spread her legs, pulling her feet up to the backs of his thighs, as she began moving beneath him. Her movements did not lend themselves to his technique, so he lifted his upper body to accommodate her. This position allowed him to vary the strength and depth of his thrusts and the ability to see her body. He took advantage of these freedoms, but only to the extent that she desired, remaining true to his promise that she had nothing to fear from him.

Alexander stroked one dark nipple, making Roxana sigh. He caught the other in his mouth and she hummed in pleasure as she spread her legs even wider for him; her feet were now locked around his lower back. She bucked against him and he thrust deeply into her. She closed her eyes and moaned. Her hands stroked down his back to his waist, which she clasped, pulling him even deeper. Alexander followed the pace and depth she set with her hands and her little sounds of pleasure. He watched the sway of her breasts and the movement of her hips.

Caesar also watched, his own excitement rising as Alexander awoke the young woman's passion. He could tell by the angle of Roxanna's head resting against his shoulder where her attention was focused and he followed her gaze. Every time Alexander pulled back to make another thrust, three or four inches of his manhood, slick with his lover's arousal, were visible. She was watching him move in and out. Her wiggles had settled into a soft back and forth rhythm; Caesar realized her rhythm matched Alexander's thrusts. Her breathing was fast and shallow. She was highly aroused at the sight before them; Caesar found her arousal unbearably erotic. He withdrew his hand from the top of her gown and pulled her closer against him before slipping his hand back into the gown- below the belt. He slid two fingers inside her and, when he began pumping them to the rhythm of Alexander's thrusts, her hands fell to his thighs, clutching them in pent-up passion.

The speed of Alexander's thrusts increased at the insistence of Roxana's hands and body. He closed his eyes and raised his chin and Caesar was surprised by his recognition of those two small actions. He knew what was going on inside Alexander's mind; he knew the desperate search for a thought capable of distraction. With his open eyes, Caesar saw what Alexander did not- that no distraction was needed. Roxana's lips parted and her eyes closed. She was already sliding down the slope to oblivion. Alexander suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at her with a low groan. 

Caesar was so caught up in the scene that, for an instant, he thought Alexander's strangely harmonic groan was somehow infiltrating his own body. He quickly realized that the harmony was provided by Roxanna and the odd sensation was the vibration of her moan through her flesh and against him. Her hands opened and closed on his thighs. He held her against him and continued pumping her with his fingers as he watched her lovely counterpart writhe in ecstasy upon the bed, pulling Alexander along with her in one final thrust that made his entire body quake. Caesar felt Roxanna tighten around his fingers. The air he breathed seemed to be alive with the moans, sighs, heavy breathing and pure energy of three simultaneous orgasms. His cock throbbed against Roxanna.




Educating Caesar Ch. 08



His frustration was short-lived, for Roxanna turned almost immediately and pushed him back against the bed. He knew her intentions and raised his tunic just before she straddled him. He swiveled, bringing both his feet to the floor while he untied her belt. She pulled the sheer cloth open and Caesar held his erection away from his stomach as she lowered herself onto him. 

Caesar and Roxanna enjoyed devoting hours to the long, slow and teasing build up of desire. They loved bringing each other to the brink of release and then easing back slowly from the edge only to dash back again and again until they could no longer restrain the starving beasts within them and, so, released them to devour each other. This, however, was not the time for long and slow. This desire demanded immediate gratification. 

Their faces were mere inches apart as Roxanna rode him. His hands on her hips pulled her back and forth roughly as she ground herself into him. Her fair flesh would bear the marks of his fingers for days. The teasing banter they usually shared as they coupled was replaced with the panting and grunting of animals. This was Roxanna's dark territory, the meeting place of pleasure of pain, and Caesar held her there, driving into her viciously. She wailed and dug her nails into his back as she came, drenching him in her juices. He groaned but maintained his speed and force as he filled her with his seed. Feeling him coming inside her, Roxanna shuddered in another powerful climax.

She collapsed against him and he wrapped his arms around her as they caught their breath. He felt her laughter a moment before it bubbled out of her. Caesar smiled. He had learned early on that Roxanna's post-coital laughter, far from being derisive of his performance, was the highest form of praise. Tonight, he joined in. They held each other, laughing softly, until he felt her jump as if she had been startled. He understood at once, for he, too, had forgotten they were not alone. He comprehended yet another contrast- the sweet and gentle lovemaking of Alexander and his Roxana, followed by the overheated and near-brutal coupling between himself and his Roxanna. What a spectacle they must have made! The thought made him laugh harder and his laughter was contagious. Roxanna's laughter joined his, followed by that of Alexander and, finally, a soft giggle that could only have come from the young Roxana.

Caesar and Roxanna sat in the two chairs beside the table while Alexander sat upon a cushion on the floor with his young bride in his lap. They were all dressed, though decidedly disheveled. Roxanna opened the door, clapped her hands and three servants appeared at once. One bore a pitcher of wine, one a tray of plates and cups, and one a large platter of warm bread and oil, cheeses, fresh fruits and pastries. The four talked quietly as they enjoyed the light meal and excellent wine. Caesar drank three cups, Roxanna slowly sipped one, as did Alexander- for that was his name and, better yet, he had been born and raised in Macedonia. He had come to Rome as an indentured servant, having sold himself into a term of slavery to pay for the upkeep of his younger siblings after the sudden death of their parents. His master had been a leader of a street gang and Alexander had saved the man's life in a midnight fight in a dark street in the Subura. The man had discharged the remaining three years of Alexander's servitude and had elevated him to the status of freedman. Young Roxana, whom had taken that name a year ago, had been born and raised in Sogdiana, just northwest of Bactria. The two had been actors in a successful troupe for a while, but Alexander had decided to return to Rome when Roxana, a slave belonging to the owner of the acting troupe, had agreed to marry him. Alexander had purchased her and, when the two had reached Rome, manumitted her so the two could be married. Roxana imbibed two full cups of wine, which made her giddy and loosened her tongue. Caesar was shocked to discover that Alexander and Roxana had begun their married life this very day.

Roxanna stood and pulled Caesar to his feet. She kissed his lips and smiled. "I have had a bath drawn," she said, looking into his dark eyes as she held his hands in hers. She turned her head slightly, addressing the younger couple, "Shall we all retire to my bathing chamber?"

Roxanna had to exert more force than she had hoped to pull Caesar along. She could tell by the young woman's loud whispers that Alexander also had a somewhat reluctant partner on his hands. All four were well lubricated with wine, however, and, the decision being made for them by Roxanna, they accepted the idea quickly enough and followed her lead in high spirits.

The bathing chamber was as transformed as Roxanna herself. Rich tapestries had been draped over all the walls, the floor was liberally strewn with red and white rose petals, low tables held pitchers of wine, platters of grapes and strawberries, thick towels and cloths, dressing gowns, sponges and an assortment of bathing implements. The bath was completely filled this evening and more rose petals floated on the surface of the sweetly scented water. Two corners of the room had been screened and, as the party entered, someone behind one of the screens began plucking the strings of a lyre.

The guests were awed at the sumptuous atmosphere; even Caesar's eyes widened beneath his mask. Young Roxana whispered to the fair beauty that was her host and Roxanna took a few steps to one of the unscreened corners and gripped the small handle that opened an otherwise unnoticeable sliding door within the wall. The young woman's eyes grew large again. Only the wealthiest people in Rome had personal toilet facilities. She disappeared inside, tugging Alexander along with her. 

Caesar caught Roxanna in his arms and laughed as he held her close to him. "Do you plan everything in such detail: Alexander of Macedon, a brave warrior, and Roxana of very-near-to-Bactria, and on their very wedding night! They are even excellent actors. They perfectly portrayed the frightened virgin bride and the gentle loving groom. Will you ever cease to amaze me?"

Roxanna gave him a bewitching smile, "Probably not. Here is another surprise: you have not seen them act." She pulled away, untied the belt of her chiton and slid it off, tossing it over the empty screen. Caesar stood perfectly still. "Come, now, let us enjoy the bath." She lifted his tunic and pushed it up over his chest, pausing to allow him to free his arms before she pulled it over his head and draped it alongside her gown.

She took his hand and led him into the warm water, but he paused on the second step down and tugged her hand so she faced him. "Do you mean that..." he nodded his head toward her bedchamber, "was no act? She was a slave and an actress, and a beautiful one at that; surely it's not possible that she..." his words trailed off.

"Maintained her virginity until her wedding night?" Roxanna finished. Caesar nodded. "I can assure you, my love," Roxanna smiled up at him, "that far stranger things have happened. Come, you have not lived until you've enjoyed fine wine in a warm bath full of beautiful people."

Caesar laughed again, "Then I suppose my life shall begin shortly."

Alexander and Roxana reappeared. Roxana stepped behind the screen to disrobe; Alexander was less modest in doffing his short chiton, though he waited for Roxana to shyly emerge and led her by the hand to the bath. She hid behind him until she was able to hide her nakedness in the water.

The wine flowed freely and the lyre player was skilled, playing lively melodies to match the merriment of the bathers. Roxanna fed Caesar strawberries as he reclined against her. Young Roxana tossed grapes at Alexander, who caught them in his mouth. Cheered on by their audience, the two moved farther and farther apart, until Alexander was at one end of the bath and Roxana the other. Despite Roxana's alcohol-altered aim, Alexander did not miss a single toss. Caesar and Roxanna laughed and cheered at Alexander's lunges and jumps. Alexander bowed deeply and rejoined Roxana, planting a kiss on her mouth. 

"We would ask you to entertain us in turn, but we fear that you'd either slosh all the water out of the bath or one of you would be drowned," Alexander said, his voice perfectly serious. Young Roxana covered her mouth, but could not suppress her embarrassed giggles. Caesar and Roxanna joined in the laughter at Alexander's allusion to their earlier robust performance. 

When the laughter died down, Roxanna surprised Caesar again. "I believe we could provide more...civilized entertainment," she purred as she stood, baring her perfect body from the waist up for the first time. Caesar was entranced by the water dripping from the engorged pink buds of her nipples. His gaze passed from her breasts to Alexander's face for an instant. The man, whom Caesar guessed to be near his own age, perhaps a year or two older, was looking up at Roxanna as if she was Venus herself. When his eyes fell to her breasts, the lust on his face was plainly evident. Alexander's obvious desire for Caesar's lover triggered something within Caesar, some element of competitiveness. Roxanna's voice commanded his attention. "Could we not, my love?"

"I believe we can manage not to drown," Caesar said, rising to stand before her and cupping the bottoms of her breasts, supporting their weight without obscuring their magnificence, "but there may be a great deal of sloshing." He held her eyes as he slowly inclined his head to hers and brushed a kiss across her lips. He continued teasing her lips with his own until she lost patience and pulled his head down for the passionate kiss he had made her want. 

Caesar ran his hands around to her back and Roxanna pressed herself fully against him as he ran his fingertips slowly up and down her spine until she shivered. He made a quarter turn, pulling her with him, and then he spun her around so she was facing the visitors. He massaged her breasts and squeezed her nipples until she whimpered and bent slightly, pushing her lovely ass against his middle. He drew her back up and, keeping his left hand busy with her breasts, he slid his right hand down across her flat belly and then underneath the water. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder. He looked down over her shoulder to his hand on her breast and the ripples surrounding his forearm as he caressed her clitoris with a finger on either side, rubbing up and down.

There was movement from the other side of the bath and Caesar looked up to see Alexander pulling his Roxana close beside him and kissing her passionately. Even as his tongue penetrated her mouth, his eyes were on the woman in Caesar's arms. Caesar decided to up the ante. He stepped from behind Roxanna and guided her back, whispering for her to step up onto the bench beneath the water. When she did so, he lowered her down onto the edge of the tub and spread her legs with his hands, giving Alexander an unobstructed view of her luscious womanhood. Alexander broke the kiss to focus on the goddess across from him.

Caesar moved between Roxanna's legs and rested his knees on the bench. He lifted one of Roxanna's thighs onto his shoulder and began licking her. She moaned and leaned back, taking her weight on the palms of her hands spread behind her. She loved watching him and did so now as he ran his tongue up and down her swollen slit, pausing at the top to flick her clit and pausing at the bottom to tease her entrance. She moved against his face as her sighs grew into moans and she pushed his head away, her eyes upon something behind him. Caesar turned his head to see young Roxana close behind him. 

She blushed and lowered her eyes for a moment before raising them back to his. "I could not see what you were doing. May I come closer to watch?" 

"Yes," Caesar whispered, holding her dark eyes for several seconds before he returned his mouth to Roxanna's sensitive flesh. He was acutely aware of her presence and found it both distracting and exhilarating. The young woman stood beside him, her eyes locked on the movements of Caesar's lips and tongue. She slowly moved closer until the front of her body was pressed firmly against Caesar's side. She steadied herself with a hand on his hip.

Roxanna looked down from her perch on the side of the tub. Seeing the beautiful young woman's dark flesh pressed against Caesar's fair skin, she whimpered.

"What does she want?" Young Roxana asked, innocently unaware of the sensory overload she afflicted upon Caesar with the soft sound of her voice and the brush of her breath against his ear.

"She wants to be penetrated," Caesar managed, turning his head and looking down to address her and, again holding her dark eyes.

"I cannot imagine any greater pleasure than that she must be experiencing right now," Young Roxana whispered, lowering her eyes to his lips. 

Caesar was inclining his head to plunder her lush little mouth when, from above them, Roxanna whimpered more loudly, bereft of Caesar's mouth against her.

"Watch," Caesar smiled seductively before he sucked Roxanna's clit and stroked her entrance with two fingers, making her whimper again, more loudly still. He slid the fingers inside of her and she moaned, throwing her head back and whispering something unintelligible. Caesar released her clitoris from his lips, teasing it with his tongue as he fucked her with his fingers. Her moan grew louder.

Caesar groaned against Roxanna's flesh as he felt a soft hand encircling his shaft.

Stroking him vigorously under the water, the young woman pressed her lips against Caesar's ear and sucked his earlobe before whispering, "She cannot possibly be satisfied with your fingers."

Caesar closed his eyes. His voice was hoarse when he asked, "Where is your husband?"

There was movement in the water behind him and, when Caesar opened his eyes, Alexander stood behind his wife. "I was absorbing the sights and sounds."

Young Roxana laughed softly and whispered into Caesar's ear, "Alexander has a great weakness for red hair and large breasts."

"What secrets are you sharing, Roxana?" Alexander's voice was low and teasing. He ran his hand down her arm that was submerged, following it all the way to her hand, which he covered with his own. "What a wicked wife you are," he whispered; squeezing her hand more tightly around Caesar's erect phallus and pumping it once from base to head. "Ah," he laughed quietly. "Well, if you must cuckold me on our wedding night, it is only fitting that it should be with such an...impressive man."

Roxanna was losing patience. She grabbed Caesar's head and pulled his mouth firmly against her aching flesh.

Alexander laughed again. "You are distracting him, Wife." He withdrew her hand from Caesar's shaft, bringing a frustrated noise from her. "Here, put your knees on the bench, that's right. Now you can see the magic he is working with his tongue and his fingers. Look at how excited she is. His fingers are coated with her desire. Ah... I want to taste those juices." 

Caesar flicked his tongue quickly over Roxanna's clitoris. She bucked her hips and moaned. Beside him, it was evident that Alexander was working his wife's button with his fingers. She sighed and gasped, watching Caesar eat Roxanna's pussy. 

"I want to taste her, too," Young Roxana whined, her breathing fast and ragged.

Caesar switched hands without missing a stroke inside his lover's already quivering hole. He brought the fingers he had just pulled from her body to the lips so close beside him. Roxana sucked them greedily, eliciting moans from both men.

"Kiss me! Let me taste her on your lips," Alexander ordered her and she complied.

"Don't stop!" Roxanna cried.

"Gods, she's coming!" Alexander's voice was desperate. Caesar did not know of which woman he spoke, for it could have been either; they both shook and cried out. 

Roxanna eased back from Caesar's mouth and he slipped his fingers out of her. He was surprised when the woman beside him caught his wrist before he could drop his hand into the water. She looked directly into his eyes as she licked his fingers slowly. Her hand found his throbbing length beneath the water and began stroking him again. Alexander's moan told Caesar that her other hand was similarly employed upon her husband.

"This is not at all fair," Roxanna said. She was sitting now, her lower legs dangling into the water. She spoke to the younger woman. "You have both their cocks and I cannot even see them." The women shared a secretive smile and Roxanna stood above them. "I think we should retire to the bed now." She turned and walked through the door leading back to her bedchamber. Alexander was out of the water and behind her in a flash. Young Roxana placed her hands on her hips and gave a huff before racing after her new husband. Caesar shook his head and laughed to himself.

Caesar stepped back into the bath chamber, sliding the door closed behind him. Walking through Roxanna's dressing room, he heard Alexander speaking in a low, pleading whisper. Caesar paused at the doorway to listen.

"Please, oh, please, grant me this and I shall ask for nothing else- NOTHING; my delicious wife has all else I desire in a woman, after all." 

Roxanna's voice was the next to reach Caesar's ears. "We shall let your wife decide; perhaps she would prefer to have her husband's undivided attention on her wedding night?"

There was a giggle. "I knew THAT would be an impossibility the second I saw YOU. I have protected my virginity and delivered it to my husband, but Alexander and I have not lived in complete chastity all these long months. He is a voyeur. He goes out most evenings, climbing trees and garden walls to spy upon beautiful women and men in their most secret moments. Ah... the stories he tells me when he returns; it is a miracle I've not given in to him! I find the idea of watching HIM very exciting; and I can... well... he always returns home from these adventures in such a state that I..."

Alexander's loud groan cut off her words. "You would... Oh, you truly are a princess!"

Roxanna laughed. "You two have piqued my curiosity. Let me see, what would be the most comfortable way for all of us? Ah- I know." 

Caesar listened as cushions were tossed about and fluffed; then the room when perfectly quiet for a brief moment.

Alexander whispered, "Perfect. You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this." He moaned again, but this moan was muffled.

Caesar stepped into the doorway. Roxanna was on her knees atop several cushions piled upon the bench. She was facing forward, though her eyes were closed. She had taken her hair down. Alexander stood before her, one hand groping a perfect breast, the other hand supporting the breast upon which his mouth was latched. His wife was on also on her knees on a cushion, but she was on the floor at his feet, smiling in pleasure as she looked up his body. She rubbed his thighs and stomach and he moaned louder. Alexander released Roxanna's breast from his mouth long enough to look down at his wife.

His eyes flashed in pure lust that his wife mirrored back in the smile she gave him. Alexander pulled a handful of Roxanna's red hair forward, letting it fall between her breasts. He stood still, looking at her for a long moment before he pushed her breasts together and moved his mouth rapidly from one nipple to the other.

Roxanna opened her eyes and immediately saw Caesar in the doorway. She gave him her wicked smile, raising her head slightly and looking down at the bodies below her. Caesar knew this gesture was an invitation to join them in whatever way he liked. He nodded his understanding, though he held his position, choosing to be a silent observer for the moment. 

Alexander truly did have a great weakness for large breasts and red hair, for his attention to both of these traits in Roxanna was nothing short of worship. He wrapped her hair around her breasts, brushed the ends of her hair over her nipples, ran his hands through her hair as he suckled and fondled her beautiful orbs. Young Roxana had stopped her teasing and was stroking him slowly as she licked his scrotum. Caesar noticed that she had shifted and was grinding her crotch against one heel. 




Educating Caesar Ch. 08



He thought his Roxanna's heavy breathing was simply due to the sensitivity of her nipples until he saw the dark beauty on the floor licking her fingers. Caesar stepped forward silently and watched as those fingers found and worked Roxanna's button, making Roxanna grunt softly. She held her own breasts now, offering them to Alexander's fingers and mouth. Alexander, in turn, thrust his cock against his wife's face and she took it into her mouth. Alexander groaned.

Caesar's attention was on the young woman. She massaged his lover's most sensitive spot, slid her mouth up and down Alexander's cock and rubbed her own down-covered pussy against her heel.

The sound of Roxanna's nipple popping out of Alexander's mouth drew Caesar's eyes back to the lucky man. Alexander looked down at his wife again and could not stifle his loud moan, though he tried. The wonder in his voice was equal to the lust in his eyes. "You're touching her! Gods!" He groaned, his eyes tracking from his cock disappearing into his wife's mouth, his wife's fingers working Roxanna's clit, and his hands on Roxanna's tits. "Ahh... Faster!"

Young Roxana disengaged her hand and raised it, rubbing Roxanna's juices onto her husband's lips. Her other hand cupped and gently squeezed his balls. Her head bobbed as she followed his instruction.

Alexander licked her fingers and his lips, drew slightly back from Roxanna and put his hands beneath hers, cupping her breasts. He bounced them roughly before grabbing the back of his wife's head with both hands and letting forth a tremendous grunt. His head snapped back on his neck. Roxanna steadied him from above with both hands on his shoulders. Young Roxana steadied him from below with both hands on his waist. When his knees buckled, they eased him down onto the bench.

Caesar wondered at how, without a word, the two women had not only foreseen what was about to happen, but had also figured the best course of action and had executed it flawlessly. Then he realized two pairs of very hungry-looking female eyes were fixed upon him. Alexander had taken his pleasure from both of them, but had given nothing in return. Caesar's body had responded quite naturally as he had watched the scene play out before him.

He laughed, "I see there will be no squabbling over the successor for THIS fallen Alexander." One descended from above, the other rose from below. Wordlessly, but in perfect unison, they advanced on him and, each taking one of his arms, propelled him to the bed. Caesar surrendered.

Lying on his side, with one woman before him and one behind, Caesar was enveloped in smooth, soft, curvaceous feminine flesh. He closed his eyes to heighten the sensation. Their breasts pressed against his chest and his back. Their hands were everywhere at once, stroking down his back, up his chest, down his stomach; one of them pinched his rear. They kissed him, making trails of sensation with their lips, tongues and soft breath. Their long hair passed up and down his body with their never-ending movement. He kept his eyes closed and allowed them to buffet him like a vessel at the mercy of the sea. They were playful at first, but quickly grew demanding, directing one hand here, the other there, his mouth someplace else, claiming one thigh for a brief ride. They employed his entire body, though there were, of course, some parts that received more attention than others. He parted his lips for the admission of tongues and nipples and fingers. He stopped trying to guess whose hand or mouth was pleasuring him, deciding simply to enjoy the feeling. He was sure that sometimes the hands wrapped around him were those of both women. At one point, he realized the exquisite sensation between his legs was that of two tongues licking him. He was glad his eyes were closed, for no mortal man could last through these powerful feelings if he also tried to cope with the sight of the two beautiful women giving them. 

Caesar's desire grew slowly, so many and so wondrous were all the sensations over all his body, but it grew nonetheless until it finally demanded more substantial fulfillment. The women seemed to know exactly when that time came, for their hands and mouths withdrew from the very part of him most in need of their attention. He was on his back when he opened his eyes. His Roxanna lay partly atop his left side, stroking is chest and stomach with her right hand, while Young Roxana lay partly atop his right side, stroking his chest and stomach with her left hand. The two women looked at each other and Young Roxana tilted her head in Alexander's direction. Caesar's fair lover nodded and drew away. Roxana smiled into Caesar's eyes as she lowered her lips to his. 

Her kiss was soft and hesitant and, looking into the large dark pools of her eyes, Caesar realized the young woman was not certain how to proceed, or perhaps she was afraid he would reject her. He caught the back of her head and pulled her mouth firmly against his, running his hands through her silky dark hair. One hand rubbed down her back and the other cupped one soft breast. Her hesitancy melted away and she moved her body completely over him, spreading her legs around him. Her desire for him was obvious by the frustrated little noise she made against his mouth.

Alexander released a low moan that drew their attention. He was still sitting on the bench and leaning against the bed. Caesar could not see Roxanna, but Alexander appeared to be looking down and his noises made her location easy to guess. Caesar felt a twinge of jealousy and a momentary tension in the body above him seemed to echo the emotion. He pulled Roxana's head down so his lips were at her ear. "You need not do anything against your will- and that includes sharing your husband," he whispered.

Roxana sighed and nodded before lifting her head to gaze down at him. She smiled softly. "My husband is content."

"Are you content?" His dark eyes searched hers.

She sighed again and this time it was she who whispered into his ear. "Not yet."

Caesar felt her smile against his ear and a thrill passed through his body. "I can remedy that."

Her mouth was on his at once and she held it there as she pulled him on top of her. He pushed into her slowly, listening carefully for any changes in her breath that might indicate he was causing her pain. It had not escaped his attention that the bed linens had been changed while the four had been bathing. Considering the nature of this party, the only reason for going to that trouble would have been blood upon the sheets. Caesar was aware that he was larger than her husband. Roxana accommodated his size without complaint, though she lay perfectly still until he was fully inside her and had begun moving.

"You are very different from Alexander," she wondered. Caesar understood her meaning. Men and women vary in size and shape but, in the end, a man is a man and a woman is a woman and, until one takes a second lover, it is easy to believe that all will be the same as the first. Just as they all vary in form, so they all vary in likes and dislikes, strengths and weaknesses, passion and gentleness, flavors and scents. Making love to anyone for the first time is, in itself, an initiation of sorts. Both partners are like virgins in that they have never experienced the particular delights that compose the other person.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No. There is a bit of discomfort, but I imagine that is only to be expected. You feel... very nice." 

Caesar smiled down at her. "And you feel wonderful. Now, I ask only two things: first, you must tell me if I do anything that hurts you; second, you must tell me if there is anything you would like me to do."

Roxana's eyes twinkled. "I would like to be able to see what you're doing."

"We can roll over..."

"No, I don't want that."

"Be very still," he instructed. He carefully pulled his knees up beneath him, steadying her before him. Caesar snagged a cushion and she placed it behind her back.

"How is this," he asked, slowly thrusting into her as she watched.

She did not speak, but the expression on her face was all the answer he required. Caesar watched her face, using it to gauge the best rhythm and depth. She remained fixated on watching him slide in and out of her. Caesar devoured her entire body with his eyes, and much of it with his hands. He loved the intricate henna patterns on her feet and hands. He loved the softness of her curves and the way her flesh danced when he moved inside of her. He loved watching the growing excitement on her face. Her breathing had increased in speed and volume. Her tongue flashed against her lips and she lifted her eyes to his. She parted her lips as if to speak, but she did not. Instead, she gave a barely perceivable shake of her head and closed her eyes.

Alexander's sudden and very disappointed sounding utterance, accompanied by Roxanna's rise to her feet, distracted Caesar. She shook her head also, though hers was punctuated with a wag of her finger. "I was only preparing you for your husbandly duties," she announced.

"But you have the most perfect breasts I've ever seen; please, just let me finish..." Alexander whined.

Roxanna cut him off, "I have done what I set out to do and, besides, I have needs of my own." Her face and voice softened, "Let us join the fun on the bed."

She lifted her green cat's eyes to the bed, looking first at the younger woman with her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and an ecstatic look on her face. Then she met Caesar's eyes. 

Caesar thought her expressionless gaze lasted for an agonizing second too long before she smiled at him. She came over and lay on the bed beside the younger woman, gently brushing a strand of dark hair from the woman's face. Roxana's eyes slowly opened and she smiled up at the red haired beauty. 

"Is he not exactly as I described," Roxanna asked, casting a playful look at Caesar.

The younger woman nodded and sighed loudly. She looked again at Caesar's manhood entering her before her eyes closed again and she moaned. "Wonderful," she whispered.

Roxanna smiled and ran her hand across the woman's dark breasts, making her moan loudly. "You have her at the precipice, my love," she said, watching him move within the other woman before raising her eyes to his again. Her wicked smile made him want to increase his speed, but he did not, though her next words made his breath hitch. "Let us push her over the edge together."

Roxanna lowered her head, taking one dark nipple into her mouth. One fair hand stroked down the dark belly and through the curly dark hair between the woman's legs. Caesar gasped when those long fair fingers rubbed against him. Roxanna raised her eyes to his again and held them as she ran her hand back up to the young woman's belly, tapped it lightly and shook her head. Caesar understood the gesture and nodded to her. Roxanna focused her attention on the other woman's nipple, stroking back down until her middle finger was against young Roxana's sweet spot. She pressed down and flicked it hard. Roxana cried out and Caesar closed his eyes.

The bed dipped beside him with the weight of another person and then Roxana's cry became muffled. Caesar opened his eyes and saw Alexander kissing his wife passionately, his hand squeezing her free breast. Roxana had wrapped one arm around his upper back.

"Don't fight it, Roxana," he whispered to her.

"Oh, Alexander, I... oh... ohh... Alexander..."

"Yes, yes, that's it, love!" Alexander was looking down into her face.

She cried out loudly as her body shuddered. Caesar looked down at the pale finger still working her pulsing clitoris and wished he had not done so. He drew away and rose to his feet. Roxana's cry went from pleasure to loss. Alexander quickly took Caesar's place, groaning as the strength of her climax unfolded against him. He began pumping her quickly and she called out his name again.

Caesar's excitement was effectively banked by this turn of events. He stepped in front of Roxanna and saw that she was now kissing the younger woman. Their tongues were entwined. A small movement near the edge of the bed caught his eye. Roxanna was on her back, her legs spread and her knees bent so her feet were almost touching her buttocks. The movement he had seen must have been her hands, for she was now holding herself open for him. She moaned into the mouth of her new friend when she felt the bed give beneath his weight as he lowered himself onto the bed before her. 

Roxanna now turned her undivided attention upon Caesar. He teased her, rubbing his head between her lips and against her clit. He wanted to make her beg. 

Roxanna's eyes widened and her lips parted. "Please, please, please... Please do it now... NOW!"

Caesar had done more than he had intended, for he had not just made her beg; he felt her muscles spasm around him as he entered her. She was coming. 

"Gods, yes!" she moaned, arching her back and spreading her legs wider for him.

Caesar prolonged her pleasure by keeping a slow, steady pace. It was an uphill battle, and one he knew he was fated to lose, but he fought just the same. 

Her wailing and flailing about did not go unnoticed by the couple close by their sides. Young Roxana let out a low, breathy sound and Caesar knew she was in the throes of another climax. Alexander doubled his speed for about ten seconds and then grunted with a loud oath as he slammed himself into his wife, bracing himself against her knees.

Roxanna was still breathing heavily, recovering from the long climax. Caesar laid his finger upon her button and began slowly stroking it. She moaned and tensed as he brought her off again. Her eyes met his and she was somehow able to hold them while her body bucked and shivered out of control. Her voice quaked in pleasure when she spoke. "I want to feel you coming inside me."

The passion in her voice brought a low moan from Alexander and a whimper from his wife. 

Caesar's dark eyes locked upon Roxanna's green eyes and stayed there through the first strong wave of sensation. He threw his head back soundlessly, though Roxanna moaned, as he shot his seed inside her.



Educating Caesar Ch. 09



Roxanna was sitting at her dressing table when she heard the heavy footfalls at the door to her chambers, followed by the sound of the bolt sliding into place across the doorway. She rose and rushed into the room. He did not speak as he stalked toward her. He did not smile as he wrapped his hands around her arms. There was no prelude at all; he grabbed her and roughly covered her mouth with his own, forcing her lips open with his tongue. He pressed his body against her and, even through his tunic and heavy toga, she felt him hardening. She had never seen his temper until now. She found it exhilarating. 

"Undress," he ordered, his voice an angry growl. She removed her tunica. "Undress me," he said in the same tone. He sat for her to remove his shoes and then stood still as she unwrapped the toga, bowing only enough to allow her to pull the tunic over his head. She folded and set aside his clothing and then stood before him, her eyes lowered like a slave. 

"On your knees; take me in your mouth." Roxanna did not hesitate, nor did she tease him with the slow flicks of her tongue as she did normally. She did as she was told, taking his long, hard length into her mouth until he was pressed against the back of her throat. Caesar said nothing and made no noise; he grabbed two handfuls of her hair and moved her head as he liked. She wanted to look up at him, to see the lust in his eyes, but she was determined to do exactly what he said and nothing else. It had been many years since any man had treated her this way and she had always hated it. Caesar, however, was not just any man; she was already powerfully aroused at this treatment from him.

He pulled her head away and released her hair. "On your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, now!" Roxanna followed his orders without meeting his eyes. Caesar stepped close behind her and pushed two fingers inside her. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. He grabbed a fistful of her long, red hair and raised her upper body, pulling her head back so he could speak directly into her ear. "Already wet." The words were spoken like an accusation. He curled his fingers inside her as he caught her earlobe between his teeth and bit with enough force to make her whimper before he pushed her roughly back down onto her hands. He replaced his fingers with his thick cock and began fucking her hard and fast. 

Roxanna tried to remain quiet, but could not prevent an occasional soft moan from escaping her lips. She was playing the prostitute for him, but there were limits to her self-control. When she had sold her body to men, she had always pretended to enjoy their attention; now that she was no longer for sale, she found it strange that she was compelled to pretend NOT to enjoy Caesar's attention. 

She was aware of every move he made and immediately noticed when one of his hands released its tight grip on her waist. He pulled his cock out and rammed his middle finger inside her for an instant; then he plunged his shaft back inside her. She opened her mouth, but restrained the cry she longed to utter at the sensation of his slick finger pushing against her other opening. 

"How many men have you accommodated here? Answer me!"

"None!"

"Do not lie to me!"

"None! Never!"

"Shall I be the first to penetrate your tight little ass, then?"

"No..."

"No?" He increased the pressure of his finger against her.

"Please don't..."

"You'll have to do better than that. Beg!"

"Oh, please, please, I beseech you, Master! Please do not penetrate me in that way!"

"Master; I like the sound of that. I will grant your request- for now," he laughed savagely and drove his cock deeply inside her, "but only because your cunt is so perfectly made for my pleasure." His body slapped against her ass with every deep, hard thrust.

Roxanna bit her lower lip, trying desperately to maintain control of her body.

He grabbed her hair again, but only jerked her head up. His voice was low and threatening, "I am bumping against the mouth of your womb. Does it frighten you, knowing I could fill you right now with my seed?" 

His rough treatment and his threat to seed her womb were more than she could bear. Caesar was about to make her come and she was powerless to keep that from happening. All she could do was hold her breath and try to stay quiet.

She made little noise, but there was no way to prevent her body from shuddering or her muscles from squeezing him. He was not fooled, for he issued his next command at the apex of her climax.

"Roll over!"

Roxanna, still quaking in orgasm, was unable to comply. 

Caesar delivered a sharp, open-handed slap to her ass. "Roll over, now!"

Roxanna felt the sting of his slap as if she had been branded; in her sensitive state, she could feel the heat left behind by all of his fingers as if they were still upon her. The effect of his retribution was amazing. She had been coming when he delivered the blow, but now the pleasure spread and soared even higher. She gasped and moaned as it seized her entire body. She would not have been able to obey his command even if her mind had processed it.

His second slap was to her other buttock; it was harder than the first. "On your back, now, whore!" 

Roxanna's upper body collapsed onto the bed. The broad boarders of her reality shrank to the stinging flesh of her ass and the explosive orgasm that now centered on his rigid manhood thrusting into her. She suddenly felt every straining vein in his cock, his retracted foreskin, and his bulbous glans. Every ripple and ridge of him stroked every pleasure-sensing nerve inside of her. Roxanna cried out as he took her even higher and she felt a great gush of her pleasure washing over his cock in the split second before he withdrew for his next thrust, which allowed it to flow from her body. She had forgotten about keeping quiet, but the only noise she was capable of was a series of near breathless grunts. The exquisite sensations consumed her, further shrinking reality until, finally, reality gave way altogether.

Caesar had been very angry when he arrived. Roxanna had nothing to do with his fury, yet he had known she would alleviate his anxiety; she would allow him to drain his anger inside her body. The anger evaporated from him as if had never existed when he realized he had never felt her come so hard, nor had he ever heard this particular noise from her. He suddenly knew he had driven her to a place she had never been before. 

He turned her onto her back gently, keeping himself inside her. Roxanna's entire body always jerked and shuddered when she came; now, she was oddly limp, though he could feel the strong paroxysms gripping his member. The position he had her in at the moment was one of her favorites. She normally stretched her legs up and across his chest, now she did not support them at all. Her eyes were not completely closed, but the crescents of white visible between her eyelids alarmed him. She had lost consciousness. 

He climbed onto the bed, calling her name as he pulled her upright, against him. Her head fell like a lead weight against his chest. Caesar cradled her in his arms and continued calling her name. He stroked her face with one hand, then grasped her chin and shook her head gently. "Roxanna!" Caesar looked from her to the bolted door, knowing he would have to release her in order to call for help. He was halfway to the door when he heard her whisper.

"Caesar... Caesar?" She turned her head, looking for him.

Relief flooded him as he rushed back to her and cradled her in his arms again. "Roxanna! What is wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you..."

Roxanna whimpered in his arms, her eyes on his face.

"I shall send for my own physician," he whispered, not knowing if she heard or understood. He gently laid her back down but, before he was able to leave the bed again, she gripped his wrist.

"I am not leaving you, my love. I must unbolt the door in order to..."

His explanation trailed into silence as Roxanna pulled his hand to her sex and ground it hard against her.

"Roxanna, you are not well, I must..."

"Do it again!" Her sweet, smoky voice was strong and her eyes were wide and lucid. "Do it!"

Caesar shook his head and glanced briefly at the bolted door. She writhed and moaned as she moved herself against his hand. Her nipples were fully engorged and a deep rose color. Her tongue traced her parted lips lasciviously. 

Fear had driven away passion, but now, watching her, feeling the wet heat of her beneath his hand, Caesar was torn between reason and desire. He knew he must think rationally. "Roxanna, listen to me! Have you any idea what just happened?"

She continued writhing upon the bed, though her lips curled into a suggestive smile. "I know I have never experienced anything like it before... mmm... and I know I want to experience it again." She tugged his arm, trying to pull him on top of her.

"You fainted, Roxanna! Do you understand me? You were completely limp and unresponsive. I could not bring you out of it. I was on my way to summon help when you came to. Are you ill? Did you have too much wine or perhaps some other intoxicant before my arrival?" 

Roxanna's brow furrowed and she ceased her movements, trying to make sense of his words. "I..." she shook her head, "I am... fine."

"You were not fine a moment ago! Tell me what you remember, from the time of my arrival to now."

"Caesar, I..."

"Tell me!"

"I was checking my appearance in the mirror when I heard you enter and bolt the door. You did not greet me. You were...angry. Yes, you were very angry! You anger was not for me, though I knew you meant to channel it through me." Roxanna closed her eyes and shivered; her voice dropped to a whisper, "Oh, how I wanted you to unleash that fury upon me!" She opened her eyes and smiled seductively at him. "Your anger demanded a whore, not a lover, and so I became your whore, following your brusque commands."

Caesar's eyes fell to her lips as she spoke, then to her nipples. Her memory was unimpaired. Her words brought back the moments of which she spoke, but these were her memories and they were infused with her own feelings. She had been aroused by his anger and eager to please him, just as he had known she would be. He looked up at her eyes. "Go on," he said.

Roxanna caught the trace of excitement in his voice and saw it in his dark eyes before she looked back down between his legs. Most of their time together was spent naked; this was far from the first time she had seen him flaccid. What she had never seen was the transformation in progress. She licked her lips and swallowed.

"You told me to undress and so I did. You watched. Your eyes lingered on my breasts. You opened your mouth ever so slightly and I knew you wanted to feel my nipples between your teeth." His manhood moved slightly in what appeared to be a throb, except that he maintained the slight increase in size. Roxanna looked up into his eyes again. He nodded for her to continue.

"You told me to undress you. You sat so I could remove your shoes. Your legs were spread. It seemed I fumbled with those damned shoes forever, when all I could think about was pushing aside your toga, lifting your tunic and tasting you." He throbbed again, lengthening against his thigh. Roxanna sighed before she continued. "You stood so I could remove your clothing. I folded it and then stood before you with my eyes lowered like a slave." She laughed softly. "How fortunate your slaves are; they have the best view in the city! You ordered me onto my knees," Roxanna paused, and gave a small shake of her head without lifting her eyes. "I do not remember going to my knees; I don't know if I simply fell or lowered myself gracefully. All I can remember is how badly I wanted you in my mouth." Another throb brought him to the halfway point. Roxanna was caught off guard by the sensuality of watching his growing arousal.

Caesar did not know which was more exciting, hearing her side of their tryst or the knowledge that she was watching the effect of her words upon him. "Go on," he urged in a whisper.

"I..." she swallowed again and licked her lips. " You..." she sighed and pressed her thighs together. "I closed my mouth around you. Mmm... I love that. I love your taste and your smell and the way you feel on my tongue. I wanted to lick you, but your tension would brook no teasing. You grabbed my hair and..." She paused, closing her eyes for a moment. She absently lifted her right hand and laid it on her thigh as she opened her eyes. "You grabbed my hair and... mmm... gods... you fucked my mouth!" Roxanna's eyes widened as the next powerful throb lifted his cock off his thigh. She moaned.

"Don't stop now."

"I wanted to... I wanted you to..." she shook her head and looked up into his eyes for a second before she returned them to his swelling prick. "You told me to get on the bed... on my hands and knees... I had to struggle to keep quiet when you... when you..." the hand on her thigh slid upward, but Caesar brushed it away. Roxanna gasped. "You put your fingers inside me! I thought you were going to use your fingers on me, but then you... oohhh... you pulled me up by my hair. You bit my ear. Then you finally slammed your cock inside me- hard... so hard, so fast, and so perfectly! You threatened to... you made me beg you not to penetrate my nether regions. I called you 'Master,' which you liked." She closed her eyes and smiled. "You asked if I was afraid you would seed my womb." Her eyes opened and she laughed sexily. "I tried so hard not to, but I could not help it. You made me come." Roxanna saw the massive throb that brought his rigid member up against his belly. "Caesar..."

"Finish it!"

"You... I don't know! You said something. You told me to do something, but I was trying to be quiet... and I was coming, coming, coming." Roxanna gasped as the memory flashed in her mind. "You struck me! Gods! I did not know such pleasure existed," she whispered. "It was as if..." she smiled. "It was like the first time I ever experienced the climax of sexual release- but... even that description does not do it justice." She looked into his eyes.

"You are well, then," Caesar asked.

Roxanna shook her head slowly, "No," she whispered. She reached up and pulled him down against her, her eyes on his mouth. "I fear I cannot survive much longer." 

A ghost of a smile flitted across Caesar's face; he was too highly aroused to manage a more elaborate expression. He knew this game would be brief. "Is there no cure for what ails you?" His lips brushed hers as he spoke.

"Oh, yes," she whispered, looking into his eyes as she wriggled her legs free beneath him and then spread them wide.

"Where must I go to find this cure?" His breath was warm on her face and he nipped at her upper lip before drawing back, out of her reach.

"You carry it with you always. Please, do not keep it from me any longer," Roxanna begged as she wrapped her legs around him.

Caesar continued tormenting her, sucking her lips into his mouth, reaching between them to fondle one of her breasts. He loved to whip her excitement into a frenzy before giving her what she wanted.

"Caesar... the delicious weight of your body on top of me... the sound of your breathing... the scent of your skin... they are driving me mad... ohh Caesar, please, please... I am so close..." 

Roxanna's voice was so soft he could barely make out her words. He lowered his head, placing his lips against her ear; his voice was as soft and low as hers had been. "How close, Roxanna?" She moaned and clutched his back. He smiled against her ear, "Ahh... you ARE close."

"Please... ohh... gods, Caesar... don't do this!"

"Why not? You know you love it."

"I need you inside me!"

Caesar laughed softly, "And I need to BE inside you."

Roxanna whimpered and shuddered. 

This was the reaction he wanted. His next whisper was tinged with urgency, "Deep inside you."

She gasped and tensed beneath him, "No more... please... I can't... oh... too close..."

"How close, Roxanna?"

"NOW, Caesar! Right now!" Her words gave way to an anguished cry.

Caesar reached between them quickly to guide himself into her writhing and bucking body. He groaned loudly as the first gush of his seed bathed her labia, and then he buried himself inside her to the hilt in a single stroke.

Roxanna held him close as they quaked and moaned in pleasure.