Don Winslow - Slave Girls Of Rome

When it became evident that the slave girl was fully aroused by this tit play, her two admirers greedily quit her heaving breasts perversely and moved on down over her belly, across to the cradle of her hanging hips, around the curve and up her sleek haunches, then circling around the nicely rounded thighs as the inner sinews twitched at the intimate touch. In this way, they explored every inch of that lovely tethered body but for the place right between her splayed legs. When their hands neared her womanhood, Kimar beckoned me forward.

I jumped up, my cock fully erect, and stepped eagerly between the V of the hanging girl’s legs. Brushing the pads of my fingers through the silken fleece and then palming her mons brought a sharp hiss of breath as the tense female quivered with anticipation. I crooked two fingers and slid them up into her glistening cunt to feel her slick pussylips, well moistened by now with the free flow of feminine juices. She gurgled as I thrust up into her. She might have come right then and there, with the slightest jiggling of my probing hand, but we would not grant her such immediate relief. Withdrawing my glistening fingers, I poured some oil into my hand, then cupped her Venus-mound and palmed her, soaking the tiny curls with oil, rubbing it into the soft folds of her pussy. Helva let out a long, wavering moan as I clamped my hand firmly on her damp, hot sex and held her tight.

Now our blonde sex slave was writhing uncontrollably, thrashing about in her bonds and clenching her jaws, while deep moans escaped her tight lips. She was fully aroused now, burning with erotic frenzy, her healthy young body resonating to the repeated sexual thrills she was forced to endure as the delicious feel of those warm masculine hands moved all over her body, firing her lust to a fevered pitch. Suddenly she began whipping her head from side to side in a demented fury, her long silky hair flung about wildly. Her groans were louder, deepening into low earthy cries, then becoming filled with urgency, interspersed with foreign words that tumbled out in a heated rush, incomprehensible desperate pleas for release from the unremitting stimulation of our pleasuring hands. Suddenly her bounding hips lifted, and she held herself there, stretching out her limbs to the limits for the longest possible moment of ecstasy, before she exploded in a furious bucking, her wild and frantic gyrations yanking on her bonds, uncaring, as a long, plaintive cry escaped her lips.

Her violent reaction fired my lust. I attacked her vulnerable pussy, fondling her mercilessly while my two cohorts grabbed her tits, massaging the slick mounds. Helva shrieked and hollered for us to fuck her in guttural German, and again in Latin, for those were a few of the words she had learned With a cry of sheer ecstasy, the big blonde threw back her head and climaxed. Her body was racked with a huge shudder, followed by spasm which yanked at the taut lines suspending her in space. Then she collapsed and lay slack, sagging, her breasts quivering. A shiver of aftershock ran through her depleted body. Then her moans became softer as she slipped into the warmth of a delightful afterglow.

She lay quietly now, eyes closed, features calm, her slack body perfectly still except for the movement of her gradually subsiding breasts. But she was not to be permitted to rest for long-at least, not while masculine needs were left unattended.

Accordingly, we stepped forward. Decimus and Valerius, their rockhard pricks swaying in the air, each took a hand and placed them on their aroused manhood, so that she held them both by their cocks. Meanwhile, Quintus, who stood at her head and had, until now, taken no part in the proceedings beyond occasionally slipping his fingers through her long blonde hair, now placed his hands on the sides of her face and tilted her head backward. When her eyes fluttered open, she found herself staring directly at Quintus’s rigid cock, which stood at attention just inches from her face. For a moment she seemed dazed, uncomprehending. But Quintus gave her no time to think He rubbed his prick on her face and pressed the head demandingly against her open lips.

She licked her lips and opened her mouth, straining upward toward the turgid shaft. Quintus allowed her to take it between her lips and pull on him, drawing his shaft into the warmth of her receptive mouth. He grunted, tight-lipped, and let her work him over as he grabbed a handful of silken hair and drew her head down on him. Holding her face between his hands, he moved his hips and began to fuck her pretty mouth.

The dreamy expression that crossed his face told us the girl had a lively, talented tongue. As she sucked off Quintus, the insatiable sex slave gripped the other two men and, holding on tightly, began to jerk them off, pumping her fists with frenzied determination.

With a ragged cry, Decimus threw his head back and pulled free of her grasp. Grabbing his throbbing prick, he held it aimed at her tits, while Valerius followed suit, erupting and sending spurts of semen onto her chest and belly. Once again swept up in the grip of passion, Helva tossed her head from side-to-side and moaned as their seed rained down on her thrashing body. Her second orgasm was smaller and sharper than the first a brief quivering, punctuated with a sharp yelp of delight And then she lay still, all the tension drained from her sagging body. And I saw a look I had never seen on Helva’s attractive blonde features: the unmistakable smile of sexual satisfaction.

Meanwhile I had my hand between her splayed legs and slowly massaged the soft folds of her sex. I studied don the bedraggled figure hanging limply before me. Her hair was soaked, her warm face bathed in sweat It ran down her chest, mingling with the oily lubricant which covered her body with a golden sheen. The highly charged sexual performance had drained the girl, but I was still at the height of arousal, burning with feverish lust, fired with a deep, rutting need to lay into her throbbing, wet cunt.

My cock was aching with lust as, burning with impatience, I clamped my hand on her hot, damp womanhood. The spent female stirred and whimpered Her lips worked as she mumbled something I didn’t understand. It made no difference. Stepping up to bring my hips near her hanging loins, I squatted a little till the crown of my prick came into contact with her netherlips. I rubbed the swollen head along the slick protruding lips, while the sex-soaked woman whimpered and moaned.

With a rush of wild excitement, I bounded up on my toes, driving straight up into her in a single powerful thrust She groaned at the abruptness of the vicious stab. A low, earthy rumble trailed out from deep in her throat as I plunged in all the way and held myself in her warm, churning depths.

I wiggled my hips, tickling her innards. With a little cock action, I soon had Helva whimpering like a hurt puppy. Then I started to move more decisively, thrusting into her slick, juicy cunt, fucking her with slow, deeply penetrating strokes. The ravaged female rolled her head and stirred to life; her hips started twitching as the simmering passion fires were reawakened once more.

Now I was fucking her with a steady rhythm, a lusty, jolting tempo that had her writhing uncontrollably. Once again, she was swept up, driven toward the peak of yet another climax. Moaning softly, she urged me on, her hips bucking up to meet mine. Maddened with lust, I pounded into her, fucking her furiously, while she swung crazily in her sling. The frenzied female was oblivious now, rolling her head from side to side, mumbling incoherently in feverish whispers, then yelling out, calling on her strange gods and cursing me in her foreign tongue, but always, unmistakably, urging me on and on. Finally she let out a long, desperate groan as an all-consuming rapture lifted her up and swept her along toward a third shattering orgasm.