5 comments/ 63897 views/ 5 favorites Courtesan of Rome By: TheMuseViolet Not written by my hand but by voice; I sing of my life and last days as a courtesan to the Roman Empire. Love denies my heart its deepest emotion and sorrow now consumes the essence that gives breath to this body. To deny my heart is to deny the very fabric of life that covers every single living person, animal and heavenly entity. When the last echo of the note is sung, I shall die and take my love with me unto the Elysian Fields. As Love spurns my advancements, so it is with this recollection that I shall take my vengeance upon Love, taking her beauty and romance away, filling it with sexual misdeeds that laughs in the face of romance and takes its true form as Eros; the love of lust or lust of love that consumes my burning core. My dearest and most trusted friend Marcus Cassius sits now, listening to every word, recording each phrase so that I will have my place in Rome's History. I am 18 years old, youngest daughter, Illaria to Lavinia, Woman of Rome, courtesan to men whose power within Rome itself is vast and thunderous in use. To name each would be treasonous yet their conduct shall not go unheard. My mother in her day was shared and shared alike for her beauty was beyond Heaven. Her feline eyes were shaded green, akin to the precious stones that have travelled from Persia. Her lips full, stained in rouge often could be seen attached to some Roman General's cock. Her tongue circling the head of the engorged member as she gripped the base firmly with one hand, the general's eyes widening at the strength my mother possessed within her small, dainty hands. Her mouth would encase the entire cock in one swift movement, her cheeks concaving as she sucked the flesh from the warrior taking him deeper still as she massaged the sack that hung from his body. Lavinia's skin was the colour of singed papyrus, slightly dark yet not entirely black. Often she would bathe in water scented with the oils of the rose and coloured white by the milk that was to soften her skin from the harsh, unforgiving sun. During my tutelage; I would watch my mother and her many patrons, hidden by sails of material that hung from the marbled ceilings. Into the water she would walk naked, her hair in tiny braids elaborately coiled upon her head. She would mischievously look at me, knowing the exact location of my hiding spot before turning to face the men that acquired her services, exposing her rounded, fleshy buttocks to my eyes. Two men entered the room, their voices dark and sinister to my innocent ears. " Your tits would look so much better woman, if they had my cock rubbing in between them." "You can have her tits friend so long as my cock can fuck her cunt and my fingers can fuck her arse." Their laughter echoed raucously around the private bath. The first man was short in stature yet highly powerful within the Roman Senate. His body was round, his belly bloated with a trail of grey hair that travelled and met up with the pubic hair that surrounded his erect cock. The other man was taller, more muscular in definition. Also of the Roman Senate, this man's cock was larger than his elder's counterpart although was not yet erect. My mother listened in silence to their necessary boyhood banter. As want to do, her role as the intellectual courtesan had come and gone over the sumptuous meal that had been provided for the trio prior to the bathhouse scenario. Her role now was to be serving, available, open and exposed without protest to whatever desire the men wanted. Lavinia lowered her body into the deeper end of the water, rising to entice the men in. Droplets clung to her firm flesh that seemed to make her skin glimmer in the light that entered through the open airways as she moved to the centre of the bath where the water reached her mid thigh. She held her breasts in her hands, cupping the fullness, slightly raising and squeezing them in anticipation of the men's awaiting pleasure. The men did not hesitate further. The younger man approached my mother, his left hand pressing into her ample arse, pulling her closer to himself so that he could force down his groin into my mother's warming cunt. His tongue snaked out as he roughly brought his lips to hers; each sucking at each other as his cock now stiff with inspiration became a wedge between the two. The older man stood to Lavinia's right, taking her breast in his awesome sized hand. He squeezed her nipple firmly prompting a moan to escape from Lavinia's busy mouth. She turned to him, inviting him to try her mouth for himself, her tongue teasing his senses as she ran it across her upper lip. Pushed forward by the younger man who sought to probe her from behind, the man kneeled down in the water, placing his hands on her inner thighs to get Lavinia to widen her stance and allow him easier access. With his fingertips he reached forward from between her legs, trailing through the wetness that slowly made its entrance, he rubbed the glistening fluid between his thumb and forefinger before circling Lavinia's clitoris with a light pressured touch. Quivers vibrated through her core, relaxing her completely to the moment. At that instance I saw the wash of lust sweep across her entire body. Eros was in the room, and he with his sharpened arrows was going to plunge again and again into the trio. Inserting two fingers inside my mother's cunt the younger man begun fucking her. I could see my mother's radiant juice dripping over the man's fingers as he thrust them inside. From two to three fingers and then a forth. The older man's erection was loosing some of its ferociousness with the lack of attention. With his free hand that wasn't firmly grasping a breast, the older man roughly grabbed my mother from the base of her head pulling her to the side of the bath where he sat on the edge. 'You know what I want!' He growled. Without a moment's loss, my mother had his semi-erect cock in her mouth; her hands planted firmly on the edge either side of the older man for leverage. She immediately took him deep within her throat, drawing as much suction as she could driving the older man's eyes back into his head, his face suddenly red from the inspired aspirations Lavinia's tongue was inflicting upon his hard member. A little annoyed at his pleasure palace being taken from him, the younger man took his long, thick cock and rammed it up inside of Lavinia's cunt, raising her body momentarily from its stance. She moaned shamelessly from the pleasurable force. Thrusting up inside of her roughly, wanting to hurt her because he could. However it didn't take long for his senses to kick in and his need for gratification to take over as he slowed his movements rhythmically to allow Lavinia time to meet his thrusts with her own movements, allowing for maximum pleasure for the older man. The younger man took his middle finger, and while fucking my mother the courtesan, inserted it into her arse, my mother's green eyes stunned from the sensation. And as the trio moved and rocked in time, the older man coming first, followed by my mother and finally the younger politician, I could not help but think that this was to be my future... I was to assume the family business and become Rome's next Pleasure Palace, my stomach all a flutter at the very idea. From high up in the ceiling, my eyes caught sight of a blurry yet well defined beauty of being that disappeared just as it appeared. Eros! That imp of a being was laughing at me, his weapon of lengthen sharp arrows were pointed my way and I fear that there would be no escape from the creature I was to become. Across the room, I watched, as my mother who was being swept up by insurmountable excitement looked my way. She mouthed the words 'This is your destiny...' Shortly thereafter, when we were alone together bathing in the rose scented water, she explained that over my lifetime, I would know many men and women...however my first hurdle would be my attachment to the Goddess Vesta. My bond with her would be broken to the highest bidder...but that Marcus, I will tell you tomorrow eve, my body craves a night of sleep and it is almost another day, kiss me quick before you go, touch my inner thigh to make me quiver...be still till tomorrow and another night's pleasure. Courtesan of Rome Ch. 02 'My fondest memories are of you Marcus...did I ever tell? I am a Courtesan of Rome and yet...that never troubled you as it did with so many other suitors. What's that you ask? Oh yes, my initiation into all things men desire... You always keep me focus, never let me reminisce the sweeter aspects of life do you... Well you have that in common with my mother, who was a freeborn woman descended from a long line of courtesans. In truth, our lives never really suffered hardships as the common whores did who could be found at the Sacra Via in the Circus Maximus. Their lives were filled with diseased sex and common dirt...at least this life has given me some of the finer things in life...you included Marcus, my poet... My song last night was of my induction to the sultry world that my station in life has led me to. Do not smile at me so Marcus for you will distract me. Now where did I leave our journey... Oh yes...that's right, breaking my bond with the Goddess Vesta. The morning my private auction was to take place, my mother Lavinia took me to register with the aediles. Immediately I saw how they viewed us. Openly, we were no better than animal excrement yet their eyes and lips roamed over our bodies...lingering on the sweetness of my nipples that pressed against the fabric that held them close. That evening, Lavinia accompanied me to the villa of a patrician who was holding a dinner party. She had ensured that I was immaculately dressed for the occasion in a sheer rose coloured tunica recta, that allowed in the right oil lit light, the perfect scene of my breasts. While not large like my mother, their appearance was pleasing...even to my own eyes; skin soften by countless hours of Lavinia rubbing plant juice into them, nipples no bigger than the area of my smallest finger's nail yet firm and erect when my senses were heighten by the scent of a hot sultry night, the columns of Rome awake with sexual energy. Servants of the rich...slaves wandered the streets with their erect members, talking to the whores of the local taverns. Hands roaming through folds of material to taste the succulent nectar of a tavern owner's daughter who giggled at the clumsy attempts to steal her favours. Others in secret, away from prying eyes would indulge in the sweetness of other men made to look like boys, a guilty pleasure that was not necessarily frowned upon, yet really only meant for the right occasion. I looked down at the tunica recta, which had been slightly modified by my mother. She had torn the material on one side to reveal the full length of my firm, shapely left leg. It exposed a chain around my ankle with charms that hung down of small phallic images; Lavinia explaining it was to entice Eros to come and watch the evening's festivities. ***** 'Welcome gentlemen! Tonight, I bring you my daughter. A maiden unspoilt yet seeking entrance into our world...to the highest bidder of course.' My mother was always to the point. 'While pleasing to the eye,' a brutish man begun, ' Surely you have trained her to offer us some guarantee of...,' he struggled to find the word, ' pleasure?' The rest of the party agreed in chorus as they feasted on fruits, meats and drank Dionysus's lifeblood in celebration. Lavinia raised a solitary eyebrow in contemplation. ' Gentleman, please. She is my daughter, would I offer up something inferior to my own talents?' The men smirked, knowing Lavinia's ego. ' A demonstration then?' the brutish men suggested. I closed my eyes, sighing inwardly, preparing myself for what I was about to do. With a snap of Lavinia's fingers, a girl of eighteen entered the room. I held my breath in surprise. It was my childhood friend Tamarisk who had been taken from me, sold into slavery early in her youth and here she was before me, reunited...completely naked except for the slave bracelets she wore. A hush came over the room as Tamarisk stood in front of me. She was a small-framed young woman, her breasts raised slightly from her chest. Her skin was almost alabaster, a startling contrast to my own darken skin. I hesitated slightly...Lavinia the only one who noticed. Her green eyes were aflame with anger, as she motioned for me to start. And so it begins... Slightly taller than Tamarisk, I leaned into her body, tilting her chin upwards, exposing her neck. With the tip of my tongue, I grazed the tighten area where her blood pulsated throughout her body. As my lips travelled back over the area my tongue had touched, my teeth gently bit her flesh that caused her to exhale quickly. I placed my right hand on her right breast, cupping it softly, my thumb and forefinger moving to squeeze the nipple. I left my hand on her breast, allowing her to know that she in this moment was mine, and no one else's as I walked around behind her. As I stood directly behind her, I cupped her other breast embracing her. She lent back into me, relaxing slightly. I caught a swift hand movement from my mother that motioned 'No! Take control...show the men whose leading who!' I obeyed...pushing Tamarisk to her feet. I allowed my hands to run down her sides, across her belly, over her hips. I bade her to widen her stance, her scent overpoweringly sweet. From above a heavy-handed groan caught my attention...Eros was here! While everyone's attention was drawn to the serpent dance my tongue inflicted upon Tamarisk's skin, my eyes locked with Eros, who chose the form of Adonis in all his masterly glory. As plain as sunlight is to day, one could not help but see that Eros was swept up in his own aroma of lust. He sat, floating above the room filled with aroused men, his erect member emblazoned with a fiery shroud...he proud to have it stand so tall. As yet, Eros had not noticed that I had discovered his entrance, and with a mischievous grin, I set about to drive him wild...to drive them all wild. I stood up against Tamarisk, pressing my cunt into her arse, our bodies melding perfectly into one. Drawing my breath close to her left ear I whispered the writings of Sappho of Mitylene, "He seems to me, that one, equal to the gods, The man fixed there, who sits opposite you And hears close by your sweet voice And delightful laugh, which once Shook the soul in my breast. For as I look on you, My voice yields no sound, Gasping, my silent tongue shivers, A thin fire runs in under my skin, In my eyes there is no sight, My ears pound and throb, A chill sweat runs over me, Trembling seizes me all over, Paler than the reeds am I, And, weakened, I seem little short of dying. But all must be endured...." A moan escaped Tamarisk's pink lips at the recited lyric poetry. I took her slender hand in my own, kissing her fingers individually, lingering a little more on each one and guided her closer to the men...just out of arms reach, I helped her to the floor where she was almost swallowed by large multi-coloured pillows. I took my finger, eyeing each gentleman as I did so, placing it in my mouth, wetting it as I sucked the finger tenderly. I could see each man hold his breath, waiting to see what I was going to do. I moved Tamarisk's legs apart, bending them so that her ankles almost touched the curve of her bottom. Laying on my side, my head resting on Tamarisk's belly, I ran my fingers down into the coarse hair, threading it between my fingers before coming to the petite rise that caused Tamarisk's entire body to quiver at my touch. I could not believe I was doing this! This was my childhood friend. I understood my position in life was to serve, to entertain...to be a pleasure palace. This would not feel so strange had this young woman been unfamiliar to my eyes. And yet she was familiar...and I was enjoying the moment as my fingers found her fiery entrance. Tamarisk certainly had no qualms in receiving intimate pleasure from me, for her left arm snaked around to reveal my breast from it's clothed confines whereby she massaged the nipple in small, soft circles. From above Eros' cock seemed to have life all on its own as he rubbed and pulled at the thick member. The entire male audience could also not refrain from touching themselves as my fingers danced inside of Tamarisk, my thumb driving her to loose momentarily her breath in stilted waves of bliss. Out of the lightness of the built up excitement came a voice to halt the entire proceedings. 'Gentleman! Gentleman...! If I could have your undivided attention,' Had Lavinia not be a highly praised courtesan of her time, I believe the guests of the patrician would surely have had her beaten, raped and tossed to the slums like a common prostitute for breaking the artistry of the moment. It was luck that Eros had finished himself off before my mother broke the mood, otherwise she may still have been suffering the wrath of his frustrations. ' You wanted a guarantee,' Lavinia continued, ' and my daughter has provided it, has she not?' The men looked at Tamarisk who appeared as though she had truly been in the throes of divine rapture and nodded in agreement. 'Well then...let the bidding begin.' ***** To my mother's delight, the bidding was fierce as each call from the crowd raised the stakes that little bit higher. In the end, the patrician who owned the villa in which we revelled in bought my agreement to the Goddess Vesta for a sum beyond my mother's expectations. As soon as the auction had concluded I was spirited away to the patrician's private rooms by his two servants Rufus and Lelia. Lelia fluttered around me as she guided me to the mass of pillows that lay in the middle of the room. A cool breeze floated in on the wings of the Goddess Vesta who cried softly at her lost. I had little time to pity her or myself and the circumstances into which I was placed. This was my destiny was it not? ... Lavinia had said as such. Without my even noticing, Rufus and Lelia had disappeared from the room, with the patrician whose name was Creiatius appearing in the doorway. He asked if I was thirsty. I replied I was not. He asked if I was comfortable and I replied that I was. He seemed to take two steps towards me, then one back as if admiring my beauty not wanting to break the moment as it were. ' I am yours to command, yours and yours alone this night. Come...come to me and together we shall journey to the starlit skies and meet the gods where they partake of each other's flesh.' He faltered. ' I ....shouldn't I be saying that to you as I am to be your first man.' I disrobed my clothing as I walked towards him. He stood a little taller than I. When I took his hand and placed it over my beating heart I said, ' This is all you need to know...that the beating of my heart is the rhythm of love that will sweep you up in glorious waves of gold and silver as first light dawns upon my breast. You will be the light to my day and I thank you now for bringing me into the world in which pleasure has no end.' My pretty words had their desire effect to have him take control of the night and not worry about who should be in what role. This was to be my first time and while I would truly be the one in control, he needed to think that he was for his own sense of pride. As his cock became harden, he went from small and flaccid to proudly standing erect and ready to mount. I pushed my breasts together with the sides of my arms before straddling him, taking the base of his cock in my hand and positioning it in front of the entrance to my cunt.. I relaxed slightly and then impaled myself on his cock. A wall of confrontation greeting me. Before he had time to ask if I was alright I raised myself again plunging back down, I felt him inside of me and could feel the resistance being fiercely abated. Lavinia had said the quicker I got over the pain, the easier it would be. With each upward movement, the pain became less. His hands moved up to my breasts, and like a child who had just found a toy to play with, he became mesmerised by the fullness his perspective brought him. I grinded my groin into his, swinging back and forth, using my thigh and inner muscles to squeeze him. He moaned out loud, as did I. He took me by the waist, lifting me off of his cock and throwing me on to all fours, entering me swiftly from behind. For the first time, his demeanour changed and I became the submissive one who became filled entirely of his flesh in hard...rhythmic... thrusts that seem to come again and again and again. Before I knew what was happening, his seed was inside me and I was left feeling disappointed by the failure to match his grunts of ecstasy. Yet as Lavinia had instructed me, I feigned bliss, for a man truly feels like a man if he knows he can satisfy the one he was with. As part of my role as courtesan, I had to ensure that every person I was with, felt that this had been achieved. Oh Marcus, how could you even ask such a thing. With you my sweet poet, I was always and still am always yours....and never have I misled you into any waves of bliss that I have felt. You inspire me to reach heights even the gods could not possibly image. Regrettably, she says with a wicked smile, all this talk has me enamoured by you. Take my hand, pull me close so that I may feel the strength of your writing tool. No more musings this eve, next time, I will share more...I promise, but for now come... and leave me breathless... * Courtesans of Rome were very intelligent women. Not only could they discuss politics, war & philosophy, they read any Greek or Roman writer available. In this story, Illaria recites 'Fragment 31 - "He seems to me..."' Written by the ancient writer Sappho. Courtesan of Rome Ch. 03 By the pale moonlight, she...that muse of mine stands looking out across the city. Her frame etched into the balcony, her divine naked form at ease with the way of the world in that moment. She...so lovely to look at, my mind sculpts an image that will last a lifetime. Her long yielding hair falls in cascading waves down her slender back. Her breasts, rising and falling in time to my slow beating heart are beyond measure to any maid that I have seduced into pleasure. The curve of her arse that defines perfection rounds perfectly to my hands, which squeeze the flesh whenever I command. And her mound of Venus, set flawlessly between her firm thighs... if I had but an eternity I would tell you everything I could about that divine inspiration that compels me now to induce my tongue into writhing delightful agony. Yet that intense look she has... in contemplation of something she fears will reduce my view of her...she turns and sees me looking at her...she smiles... Marcus my friend, what do you stare at? It could not be me when there is such fullness to the mistress moon that takes my breath away. It is me? You flatter me too much you realise and I think that what I am about to tell you may take that flattery away forever. Protest all you want...deny that it will never happen, but what I tell you next is neither pretty nor sweet yet bound to Eros in every way imaginable. After my private auction, months went by and the patrician who had bought my virginity insisted that I remain with him. This was not uncommon for a courtesan had many suitors and so long as she was supplied with coin and finery would remain with these suitors until the coin ran out. As a gift, the patrician gave me his slave girl Lelia who was now bound to me in life and death. Every night I was invoked into the world of unescapable pleasure and not solely from the patrician. When he would leave my quarters, Lelia would steal into my room to press her naked form up against mine. I could feel her breasts full and round against my back, her hand would snake between my thighs to feel the moist area in which my cunt that pulsated with heat would expel at her feather like touch. Lelia would move her groin up against my arse, inserting two fingers inside of me, finger-fucking me while her thumb would grind against my clit. She nibbled on my ear lobe whispering, ' Rufus is watching us my lady.' Her lips sucked at the soft fleshy skin. Her tongue flicking in and out like a serpent's. 'Would you have him join us?' she continued, 'or would you rather his needs go unfulfilled?' A moan escaped my lips. ' I did not hear you my lady? Yes or no?' So often had I assumed the role of aggressor with the patrician it was refreshing to be the submissive for Lelia, especially since she had been under my authority all day. 'Yes...oh Lelia yes!' My words came spilling out as Lelia increased the pressure of her thumb. Rufus, the Egyptian slave came out from his viewing platform. Day after inexhaustible day, he had toiled along with countless other slaves to build Pharaoh's burial tomb. This laborious task chiselled definition into Rufus' body, muscles rippling at every angle. His body surely could rival any of the Roman Gods, something that would not have been missed by the patrician who bought him at auction; for the patrician needed to be surrounded by beauty. Rufus stood next to the only burning oil lamp. Those dark soulful eyes of his that caught the flame inside the iris meandered over Lelia's body. Watching that intensity sweep over his face had me believe that he had longed for Lelia for some time now yet she had kept him at bay for her tastes ran the way of tits and honey dripping love boxes. My eyes widened as I could not help but notice Rufus' engorged erection. By the Gods, this man was impressive! I literally in that moment had been at a loss for words... and Marcus I kid you not I salivated over the size of his cock. Not only was I completely aroused by the idea of having that thick, pulsating phallic beast in between my legs, I was also scared by the thought of it ripping me in two as though Jupiter's bolts of lightning were tearing me apart from the inside out. I was fiercely jealous of the look that Rufus had on his face for Lelia... I wanted that look... I wanted to be desired in that exact way. I know... it seems silly Marcus that I would say such a thing being a courtesan, but I have never seen a man look at me the way Rufus looked at Lelia. Lelia had barely glanced at it. I almost scolded her for not recognising a piece of sheer beauty however her focus was on the increased swelling of my chest that rose and fell rapidly. 'Come here!' Lelia commanded Rufus. He obeyed without question. 'Take my mistress's ankle. I want you to kiss her along her beautiful skin, along the inner side until you reach here,' she pointed at my cunt, ' when you reach there, I want you to take this, ' she grabbed his cock firmly at the base pulling him closer, ' and I want you to fuck her properly...none of this half arsed fucking that the patrician gives her.' Rufus barely hesitated before he had my slender ankle in his large hands. His lips were tender and loving as he kissed as he had been instructed to do; I felt butterflies in my belly at the emotion that this simple tenderness that Rufus demonstrated, evoked within me. Oh heavenly stars! I was in the Elysian Fields. I closed my eyes and adhered to the moment ... waiting to be fulfilled. And with one swift movement...Rufus was inside...the tenderness evaporating as he did exactly as Lelia had commanded. I was fucked! I was fucked properly, ten times better than what the Patrician had ever given me. My legs rested on his shoulders, my pelvis was now suspended in mid air as he thrust in and out of me with a quickened yet sustained speed; he rotated his hips in a circular fashion that touched every part of my insides, increasing the depths his cock could now reach. ' Ohhhhhhh!' I moaned loudly. Lelia smiled wantonly satisfied that Rufus was obeying her. In a crouched position, she took to my breasts like a feline lapping at a bowl of milk, not an easy feat when my breasts were moving back and forth hurriedly in reaction to Rufus pounding away at my dripping box. Over and over Rufus hammered away at my feverish cunt as his sack slapped up against the flesh of my arse. My moans of ecstasy grew louder and louder, the excitement, the passion of the moment was excruciatingly hard not to share. It wasn't long before I was cumming in an extremely vocal fashion. So loud was I that Lelia had to place a pillow gently over my face to smother my cries of rapture in case the patrician heard. And Marcus... not only did he hear but in fear that I was being kidnapped for my beauty and artistry as a courtesan, the patrician came with armed slaves. Upon seeing Rufus with his cock inside of me, still fucking me for all he was worth, and Lelia with a pillow over my face, the patrician thought the worst in that Lelia was trying to kill me as Rufus raped me. And while my eyes were hidden from the carnage that ensued, both Lelia and Rufus were run through and killed for their supposed crimes. I cannot tell you that in that moment Marcus, the pleasure I had received, that still pulsated and coursed through me like little lightning bolts echoing across my skin...how guilty I felt that Lelia and Rufus had died because of that pleasure. For a day and night I was inconsolable in my grief. The following evening...I was enraged! I threw trinkets across the room, kicked over wooden tables, ripped drapery from the ceilings. Lavinia and the Furies had me possessed! The patrician spouted words of love and forgiveness for his act, ' Had you wanted Lelia, you should have told me, I would have allowed her to pleasure you whenever I was not with you. Please, forgive me. You are the light of my world, every morning you bring happiness to my existence, I love you...forgive me so that everything may return to normal.' I hated him in that moment, him and his love. ' Please, ' he continued, his arms open for me to walk into, ' Tomorrow night there is a banquet to be held in the private rooms of the Emperor. We'll go, make merry as though the following day will never come. Just please...for me, have your women if you must, just don't allow another man to touch you while you are mine.' My eyebrow raised as Lavinia's had, truly I was my mother's daughter. ' Alright, ' I begun, walking into his arms for him to hold me, ' I will do as you wish.' And as he pulled me close, my eyes burned with fiery revenge... a simple smile swept across my face, until tomorrow night... ************ My memory burns at times when I think back to that next evening Marcus...I cannot look into your warm and loving eyes for I fear the words will fail to come if I do. You drive me to be a better person whilst in your arms yet at my core, I believe Lavinia to be attached by tendrils that forms my inner essence...this night I proved once and for all that Eros was my true divinity. The evening was warm and raw with a grainy dust that lay heavy on the air. The ability to breathe was arduous yet effortless at the same time; I remember walking around my private rooms naked, the perspiration appearing between the curve of my breasts and concentrating on the task at hand and how I was going to mastermind the evening. With the help of my new maid Sabine, who I refused to address on a personal nature I clothed myself in a sheer gown of purple, my breasts plainly on view. Subdued by the heat, Sabine squeezed my nipples to accentuate them. Around my waist, a gold cord was tied to gather the material to a point so that it hung in swirling folds from my navel downwards. ' You look magnificent!' The Patrician cried happily. ' Well I should!' I thought to myself since I had spent half the afternoon having my hair done. Swept on top of my head, violet ribbons had been threaded through the layers of ringlets that fell long onto my shoulders. He gathered me to his side, his fingers digging in under my ribs. I was merely one more trinket to him to cling to... a pretty object to be admired. Now yes...as we both know Marcus that in part is a portion of my duty...my role, yet it is such a small part of what and who I am. The patrician barely saw the greatness that you see in me Marcus...all he saw was his standing increase from having a young, beautiful courtesan by his side. His hand moved down over my right cheek, giving it a squeeze before stating, 'Tonight is going to be an adventure my dear.' 'I can hardly contain myself.' I replied, with a smile upon my lips. *********** We entered the private rooms of the Emperor...and it was stunning! The smell of sex was in the air, my nostrils flaring at the sharpness of it. Lavinia had once told me stories of what occurred at parties such as these and just as I could scarcely believe it then, my mind arrested as it tried to take everything in at once. As Mother Rome had dominated over the entire known world, her bounty now could be seen in the scene that lay before us. Slaves from heathen countries, ambassadors from areas enriched with product the Roman people craved, neighbouring allies and even enemies; they were all represented. Roman, Greek, Persian, Thracian, Spartans, Carthaginians, Egyptians...I could go on Marcus. Yet it didn't matter who they were...tonight was only about one thing, honouring Dionysus and indulging Eros, we were united as a group in these goals. The rooms were lit with the burning oil that were placed in almost every corner of the room as well as being hung from chains from the ceiling. It gave certain luminosity to the evening that all things were going to be revealed in the shadow of the orange and red lights that otherwise would remain hidden during daylight hours. To my right a woman sat completely void of clothing upon the lap of a man three times her age. He with his hand upon her left breast as she lent in to whisper into his ear. He laughed and nodded before my attention was turned to a large gathering of people who sat or lay in a circle around two women dancers. Each person of the gathering was being fondled in some manner; a nipple being pinched, a tongue caressing an ear lobe, fingers being threaded through hair, cocks being firmly held and this in itself was still not enough to keep my attention riveted, as Lavinia had long ago made innocent eyes privy to the sexual appetites of men and women. What had me mesmerized was that the two women who appeared to be twins danced together, mimicking the dance of the mating snakes that were in the centre of the circle. As the two deadly snakes swayed in slow stillness, their slithering skin shimmering against the light, the voluptuous sisters twisted their bodies first to the left ... then the right, perfectly mirroring the serpents movements as they coiled around the other's body, their tongues fluttering out, grazing the tip of the flesh, sharing a stolen kiss as the snakes mated for all to see. The sisters pressed their breasts up against the other, holding their position in an inhuman amount of strength and control in acrobatics, the snakes directly beneath them. The Patrician pulled me away leading me further into the room and as I was still stunned by the serpent scene I allowed it to happen. My senses already alive and awake at this point were heightened by the sounds of ecstasy that surrounded me from every angle. Women moaning, men grunting, I shivered in anticipation of what my situation would have me in soon. 'Here we are.' The patrician announced. I looked at the assembly of people we were to join and was pleasantly surprised by the participants that were there. Tamarisk my childhood friend, was there feeding delicately carved meat into the mouth of my mother Lavinia and her escort for the night, Azile a merchant from Thrace. He nibbled on the soft firm flesh of my mother's nipple as she herself brushed her fingertips across Tamarisk's collarbone, back and forth in a hypnotic fashion. The poet Lycurgus and his nymph Carmille sat entwined to the left of my mother, their bodies blended together as they partook of each other's mouths, their lips sucking, nibbling, biting, caressing while their tongues met in an enduring kiss of carnality. As I noticed who was to my mother's right, time in this moment...ceased to exist. My eyes were awaken by the most beautiful being I had ever seen yet never had I seen this man before. His bold, strong jaw line covered by his virile blond facial hair looked my way where I was met by violet eyes. A strange yet alluring moment, his eyes traced my body, from my slender ankles to the tips of my hair. I closed my eyes yet could still see him seducing me with his eyes, his athletic form sending tiny chills across my skin...he spoke me to without ever saying a word. 'I want to pleasure your senses. I want to take off the garment you wear and watch your face grow hot, and eyes gently close at my dulcet touch. I want you to tremble in my arms, your blood quickening beneath your skin as I embrace your nipple against my tongue allowing it to swell so that I may savour the sweetness that is at your centre. I want to place my hands upon you, lay claim to what has solely always belonged to me, caressing the slight rise of your belly, the way a woman is suppose to be. I want to tear at your flesh, slide my fingers between your silky slit savagely... roughly pulling you further down by grabbing at your thighs. 'Your breath quickening as the flames grow intense. You are madden by my touch, driven to take my erection in your mouth and suck the very flesh as hard as you can, growling deep from within your throat to allow the vibrations to pulsate around my cock...' 'Illaria, may I present Justin, an up and coming star in the Imperial army, in particular a member of the praetorian guard.' The patrician as want of late to do, interrupted the melting moment that had been occurring between Justin and I. Though, while I looked flushed and out of breath, my cheeks reddening as the patrician addressed me, Justin had barely worked up a sweat. Many introductions were made after my meeting with Justin yet I can barely recall a single one; the image of Justin and I embracing had me at a loss. The only thing I do remember is of the desire to have the patrician disappear so that I could indulge in the pleasures of the night without instant reprimand. ************ As that thought appeared in my mind, a slave of the house appeared at the patrician's side, whispering loudly that the emperor wished to see him. I could not believe it...now I could have my revenge...and my way. The instant the patrician had left the room, Justin approached from the rear, running his fingertips across my shoulder blade as though butterflies had settled on my skin. He journeyed down my right arm, standing beside me now, taking me gently yet securely by the hand leading me into the middle of our party. 'I know what it is you want...and I am here to grant that request.' He undid the gold cord from around my waist, allowing the material to hang loosely off of my frame. As he stood directly in front of me, he traced the outline of my breasts, circling them once before repeating the same motion to my nipples. I shivered in anticipation. Justin brushed the material from my shoulders, my tunica falling quietly on the ground. "There is no pleasure without desire...no desire without lust...no lust without me. Open yourself to the experience and remember that this night, you were had by Eros and his consorts." Before I had time to react to the revelation that I was in the presence of the Divine Master of Lust, passion, desire and all forms of carnality, he quickly descending upon my sweetness. 'No my dear... stop prettying up the words.' A voice entered my mind. 'Call it what it is...what it always will be.' I complied. Justin / Eros descended upon my cunt. His prolix tongue explored my inner folds with a velocity unmatched by any naval warship. I reeled backwards from the force in which his tongue abused me. He licked up towards my clitoris, lapping at the small mound of delight that protruded outwards; he probed apart my lips, forcing his tongue up inside me, the warmth evolving into a blistering heatwave of melding, musky sensations that did not end resembling the raging river that cannot be stopped once flowing. I could not stand it any longer, my limbs giving out in a conscious faint; however I did not fall to the ground. Four large, naked men, well over six feet in height...all with raging erections caught my limbs before they could kiss the ground; each supporting an arm or leg lifting my body skywards, Justin rising with them his mouth never leaving my wet, flaming cunt. I writhed in blissful agony, moans echoing out towards other members of the party who had already made themselves privy to my lustful awakenings. Lavinia like all the other guests who had started to form a large circle around me stared with a wide eye expression upon her face, licking her own lips in jealously. Yet despite her jealous nature she moved towards me in slow motion, as though she was a cat stalking her prey. Her tongue finding my ankle in a small circular fashion. Tamarisk walked underneath my raised form, kissing me at the base of my spine. She left a trail of kisses along my back before sucking on the flesh of my arse, biting as she did so in order to leave a mark. My eyes rolled back into my head as more people attended to my body, Justin never wavering in his intent to bring me off with nothing but his tongue. I was stroked, caressed, seduced into wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure and still Justin never left my cunt. I moaned for him to stop, begged, pleaded yet he laughed and said he had only just begun. He motioned for his consorts to lower me to the floor who obeyed without question. Immediately my breasts were in the mouths of Azile and Lycurgus who gave for all they were worth. I looked over at my mother who surprisingly had a look of pride upon her face. She blew me a kiss, grabbed Tamarisk in a passionate embrace before sitting down to stroke each other and watch what would unfold with me. Courtesan of Rome Ch. 03 Justin had one of his consorts remove Azile and Lycurgus from my nipples, which received a whimper from me in protest. Justin smirked as two more of his willing accomplices raised me again off the floor, the last man lying where I had not just a second ago been. With his engorged cock pointing straight to the heavens, I was lowered onto his erection; my slippery flesh taking him, engulfing him without protest. I raised myself up, before plunging back down onto of his cock, writhing from the fullness in which my cunt was satisfied. I moved to slam myself back down upon the rigid erection yet two strong hands clasped over my shoulder in a vice-like grip, holding me down upon the erect cock, forcing me into stillness. They pushed me forward, exposing my arse to the room yet with the consort's cock still firmly inside. I turned to see Justin... Marcus, I was wrong in my description of Rufus' erection for Justin's...words fail me now in comparison. There is no comparison! Justin had the power of the divine within him and so too was his cock of the same ilk. He walked towards me, holding his celestial weapon of power in hand, my arse awaiting his arrival. He pushed against the tightness, my hole drawing him in with agonising precision. The man beneath me grunted as he felt Justin's cock rub against the flesh that separated one member from the other. Together they started to fuck me in unison. I closed my eyes, adhering to the forceful yet pleasurable punishment my insides were taking and felt the head of a third cock being pushed up against my mouth. I opened my eyes to see one of the men who had previously been holding me down now standing before me, holding his cock at the base trying to insert it into my open mouth. I wantonly tried to move towards it but failed in my attempt to do so since two aroused and savage men were fucking me. The fourth to our party moved towards me, allowing my mouth to take him in easier. His cock was rammed down my throat; I gagged a little, as I was unprepared for how deep he had gone. Sensing that I could not do much had he been further in, the man moved back slightly to allow me some room in which to work. Without a moment's loss, I began sucking his flesh, taking his enlarged cock to one side of my mouth, my tongue flicking up against the skin, circling the head as I continued to create a vacuum within my mouth. The four of us, reached an unvoiced agreement that entailed each person to work together against the pulling, pushing and rocking sensation of the sexual foursome that was taking place. Our bodies melding into one entity were pushed against each other, our groans echoing out in a chorus of epic pleasure. The crowd of people who had formed a circle around us were now also in states of fornicating bliss, each also matching our combined rhythm in an effort to share in our frenzy state. Breasts were moving back and forth, fingernails dragged down backs, it was as though everyone was seeing sex and experiencing sex for the first time yet without the awkwardness. I screamed skywards loudly, yet the cock in my mouth muffled my call. The man in my mouth came first, his fluid pushing past my tongue and down my throat; I lapped at it all as he slowly withdrew. The man in my cunt followed, my insides already hot, increased in temperature from the exchange in which we met. Yet Justin who was no man but a god did not relent in the massacre of power in which he attacked my arse. His body kept rocking, the friction burning my flesh. I did not care! I savoured the pain, indulged in the pleasure. As my hand moved down towards my clitoris it was brushed aside by the lips of Lavinia who sucked at the small mound of flesh, circling it with her tongue, flicking it with her teeth in an effort to bring me off with Justin. I did not care! I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be open to all the pleasures in which my body was being seduced by. This was what I had craved...to be possessed, filled, attacked shamelessly demonstrated by my cries for more. And even after my mother had brought the waves of divine excitement to me, Justin still did not stop. His lust was ravenous. I moved in and out of illusionary dreams as Justin continued to pound away at me. It wasn't until the patrician appeared at my side, his cry of ' Nooooooooo!' ringing out for all to hear, that he came with total abandonment. I looked the patrician dead in the eye and while I was a little out of breath said, 'This man and his friends have just fucked me. I am yours no longer. Even when you killed Rufus... when he was dead, he fucked me better than you ever did. Leave my sight, and never touch my skin again for you are no longer worthy of me or my services.' The patrician was shocked by my words, as was I Marcus. Yet I meant every single word. Now... I am going to look in your eyes Marcus... I fear you will no longer see me in the same light in which you did. But I must tell you; I enjoyed every single moment in which my body was Justin's and his consorts. I enjoyed having my friend touch me, my mother caressing me as strange men fondled me. I want to continue enjoying these things and I want you apart of that world. I look into your eyes and see...