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Wild Sluts - Volume 3
(Author Unknown)

Brothel Slaves 

    

    Falco wasn't sure what was happening. Did his cock own her pussy or did that simmering sheath own his dick? He couldn't pull out of her ardent body at this point, even if he'd wanted to and he sure as hell didn't want to. He drove in harder, mashing his flesh into her convulsing softness. This young slave girl was hungry for his thrusting member! It was like a different world had been discovered. Her imprecations were jumbled with foreign words and phrases he'd never heard before. Fuck, harder, ram it, were mixed with unfamiliar language, giving him some idea of where her thoughts and desires were going. His hands were glued to her breasts. The coupling was so intense that he didn't even think about kissing her. He was more intent on gulping air into his lungs just to survive! If the pallet they were sporting on had been a bed, they might have wrecked it. Then she moved her fingers to his balls and started tickling. Moments later, he shot a mother load of spunk deep into her churning depths! This exuberant wench was in total control, even though he was the master. To his surprise, she was still eager. The young tigress kept gripping him, urging him to stay hard for her.

    This time, he captured her lips with his tongue darting mouth. She responded in kind, attacking his probing tongue with hers. She arched her back, insuring further devotion to her ripe tits while her carnal parts continued to revive him. She was thinking to herself that if God wasn't going to protect her and rescue her than all this sublime joy was hers for the taking. He was handsome and surprisingly gentle considering that he had the power of life or death over her. She wasn't sure how old he was but she guessed he was in his late thirties, perhaps forty. One thing was for certain. He knew how to use his tool in some very exciting ways. She squealed into his mouth as yet another orgasm ripped through her youthful body. Her pussy clung to his flesh as if her very soul depended on the joining. Maybe if she fucked him real good, she'd get better food and a more comfortable bed. Maybe her fleshly antics could cause him heart failure, if her useless God didn't. Her vaginal caresses could be her wanton revenge if she played hard and very dirty. At this moment, she didn't know and she didn't care. It was fucking time on a damp mat. Each time he thrust into her, she squeezed him harder and lunged to engulf it. She dug her nails into his humping rump, willing him to drill her with hard, severe strokes. Sarah was suddenly eager for orgasm. Her body cramped and quaked inside with each new release of tension. By now her ankles were locked behind him, keeping him right where she wanted him. If he wanted to fuck, she'd give him the works!

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    Amoz decided it was time to head over to the local brothel. It had been two days and hearing Sarah and Falco going at it had got him hot and bothered. He let Spinto know where he was going and got a lewd sneer and a wink for his trouble. Amoz grumbled to himself to the effect that Spinto could fuck himself. Dalia's House of Pleasure might be on a lower scale than what the upper crust dallied in but to Amoz's way of thinking, one cunt was pretty much the same as any other. Besides, Falco let him go more often because Dalia's prices were much more reasonable. To his way of thinking, the more pussy, the better. 

    The streets were pretty quiet for a late summer evening in Herculaneum. As Amoz trudged towards Dalia's he thought about past good times in Alexandria. He raised his left hand and looked at the branded eagle affixed. Well, working for Falco, even as a slave had its benefits. His wife was somewhere else in the empire but only Isis and Osiris knew and they weren't talking with him or anyone else for that matter. Perhaps Falco was right. Perhaps there was no God or Gods or superior beings. After listening to Falco discuss philosophy for several months, Amoz was starting to think like one sometimes. He shook his head at his own stupidity. He was a tradesman, used to working with his hands. He'd been a ship's carpenter, but now he was Falco's lackey. He had to run errands, clean the stables and act as general body guard if Falco had to travel and great distances. He had to admit to himself that Falco was fair. Any other governor probably would have had him killed on a slow cross. But Falco had made him a deal and he'd taken it. However, he would not forget Timonades. A few times a week, he would stroll down to the small port to check things out. On occasion, the master visited Austia. Amoz would really have his eyes and ears open. If he ever got his hands on that ruthless bastard on the sly, Timonades would be feeding the fishes. The next moment, he entered the all too familiar parlor of Dalia's house.

    Sure enough, Dalia was there to greet him. What a piece of rat filth she was. He actually felt sorry for the slave girls who had to work anywhere from ten to 16 hours a day in this house of ill repute. As for Dalia, she was a fat, obscene woman. Her greasy hair, bad breath and cheap perfume would have turned his stomach, if he hadn't smelled far worse on the docks of Alexandria.

    "If it isn't my favorite Egyptian! Tania is here of course and we have a few new girls. We just bought them a few days ago." She whispered to him as if conspiring to kill off a senator. "Livia is such a cute little tease. She's only 13 and she'll spread for you like a trooper. I told her about you. She loves dark meat."

    Amoz shook his head, inwardly disgusted. He hadn't married his wife until she had reached 15. What was the world coming to? Dalia went on, oblivious to Amoz's inner disgust. "Now we've got a really sleek Nubian. Her name is Rabsha. Actually, I can't pronounce the original. She's strong, lusty and she'll do things with her rear end that will send your soul to perditions flames." With that she cackled.

    Amoz cringed from the rank breath and an all to close view of her chipped, blackened teeth. "I'll start with Tania." Dalia winked at him and led him to Tania's room. "She's looking forward to sporting with you. Is this on Falco's account?" Amoz grunted in the affirmative.

    Tania was a slight built girl with small breasts and a very tight love crack. She'd only been there about a month when Amoz discovered her. She was still chained to the wall by one ankle. Fortunately for all concerned, the chain was long enough for her to reach her chamber pot and wash stand. She could even go out the door a few feet to show off her naked treats to prospective customers. Amoz wondered what the poor wench would do if the place ever caught fire. She lay back on her mat looking into his eyes with a disinterested gaze. He lifted her slender legs to his shoulders and began to lick. There was nothing like the taste of a relatively fresh cunt to get him in the mood. The problem was that Tania's over used cunt was anything but fresh. She stank of sweat, urine and other men's' leavings. Well, it went with the territory. He liked a lot of nooky and Tania's price was right. 

    Tania just lay there, letting him do what he wanted. Sex was so boring to her after months of physical abuse. Her body had bruises from some of the more rough ones. Her cunt ached and itched all the time. Even her rectum got regularly invaded. Perhaps if she were lucky, the Gods would end her miserable existence with the mercy of death. If she were real lucky, maybe one of the customers would buy her and bring her to his home as his own private play thing. Even that would be an improvement over this. One man would be a lot easier to satisfy than ten or twenty. She shut her eyes, thinking back to the happy times when she'd been a small girl growing up in Ephesus. She went by Tania now. Her real name was a distant memory and in any case, it didn't matter. Finally she noticed that he was taking a long time squirming his tongue on her cunt. The Egyptian was being very gentle with her. That was a bit of a surprise. She lifted her groin ever so slightly. It wasn't much of a response but the Egyptian noticed. His licking and sucking became a bit more intrusive and stimulating.

    Her father had been a potter and she'd spent a lot of time out in the sun, showing the pots to perspective purchasers. She'd been sent on an errand and her life changed. Some thugs had gotten a hold of her and before she knew it, she was on a slave ship headed for Rome or Italy or Austia. She wasn't sure what the hell they called it. All she knew was that Herculaneum was a piece of shit town compared to the glorious city of Ephesus. This brothel was worse than Hades and she was stuck right in the middle of it.

    Some music started playing in the unkempt parlor. Soon she noticed that his lapping was keeping time to the drum. She just wished he'd get it over with and go to the next girl. This Egyptian was a regular and she'd heard from that creature, Dalia that he liked variety. As far as she was concerned she received far too much variety. Ah, he was finally getting into position. She opened her eyes a notch. Yes, that muscular body was over her. She felt him slip into her. Automatically she gripped him with her over used flesh. There was some pain but his oral attentions had helped. At last she spoke, attempting to spark his interest in order to get it over with. "Fuck your seed into my tiny cunt! I love being a whore. It feels so good! Oooo, you're such a stud! You like my baby pussy?"

    Amoz said nothing. Occasionally he grunted. He'd heard the same words from her two days ago and four days ago and a week ago. Couldn't this mindless bitch think of anything else to say? The only reason he did this one regularly was because her long, black hair reminded him of his wife. Well, her slender figure did as well. He gripped her small tits for purchase and thrust into that squirming hole with more power. Yes, one could do far worse than work for Gaius Patronius Falco.