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Barbria Moria, adultrix
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You didn't need the name, Phlebas, I'd have recognized you from the description....
And so the inevitable came to pass. Behind the door of her chamber their promise was revealed, and their lusts took wing. Barb fell on him like a starving woman, while he marvelled at her vitality, her wonderful body and her unbridled enthusiasm. He took her every way he knew, his cock filling her over and again, while the taste of her sex on his lips surpassed the fine wines they had so recently shared. She rode him athletically, rode him to heights of pleasure that she had not known for far too long. His strength was a wonder to her, his muscles played under her hands while her pussy swallowed his cock over and over, stretching her in delicious ways.
How had she gone for so long without this she wondered, as his mouth found her nipples once again?
How had she not seen that her needs were not being met by her husband? Yet as she closed her eyes and floated on waves of joy, there rose in the back of her mind a small doubt, a concern that her husband the Senator must never know of this tryst. Punito would not be a forgiving cuckold, his response would be swift and harsh.
Well if you ever saw Punito's hopeless little 'Penito', you'd understand why I was a starving woman!
Barb has a tendency to pick dangerous men....
....doesn't she, Phlebas?
And then she baits them.
I wonder if Captain Phlebas will be in trouble as well. Watch your back, Phlebas, when Jilted husbands can be tricky.
You didn't need the name, Phlebas, I'd have recognized you from the description....
Thank you, Wragg.
And then she baits them.we'reyou're not so focused on your immediate surroundings.
You'll have to wait and see.
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Barb found other opportunities to meet with Captain Phlebas, and to find pleasure in his arms. She felt fulfilled for the first time in years, a visible change that her friends and family were bound to notice, even though she kept her lover a close secret. He was often away at sea for long periods, which Barb found increasingly difficult to handle. She would write letters and have them delivered to his house, for him to find on his return home.
It was inevitable that slaves and girlfriends would gossip, that letters would go astray.
It was inevitable that one day her husband would confront her at the country villa, an incriminating letter in his hand, the gossip of the city in his ears. Unforgivable. Flanked by a couple of sturdy slaves, Barb was accused of adultery, of betrayal of her husband. Punito made clear to her that there was no going back. She would not be permitted to stay under his roof one night longer, she would be delivered to the local carcer the same day, to be judged by a magistrate in the morning. He turned his back on her as she was marched out of the villa and taken away.
The noble lady Barbria was shocked at her treatment in prison, Punito had ensured that the guards would treat her as a common slave. She was stripped of her fine clothes and cast into a cold deep room with little light. She was very miserable and sat by the wall sobbing quietly to herself.
. . . as her eyes adjusted to the light she realised that there was another person in there with her. A dark shape agains the opposite wall, moving slightly.
"Who, who is there?" Barb asked with a trembling voice.
"You could not say my real name, Roman. They call me Nubia."
The shape in the corner stood, revealed to be a strikingly beautiful black woman, and like Barb she was as naked as a newborn babe.
"Understand, Roman. I am not slave. In my country am daughter of . . . you say prince? No man is my master. My enemies capture me, sell me. Man here buys me, but he not my master. He force himself on me, I kill him, slit his belly open with kitchen knife. Now I am here in this place with you."
"Nubia, you killed your master? They will crucify you for that!"
"I already tell, he no master, I have no master. I not afraid of death. And you, why you are here with me? Will they crucify you too?"
"No, no they can't do that. I am a Roman! I am innocent, I have done nothing wrong. Well, nothing serious. I took a lover, and my husband found out. He is a senator, a powerful man."
"You are fool. You have enemies, they will hurt you. You are with me now. I will show you to be strong. Men do this to you, husband, lover. You need no man in your life. Come, I show you."
And so white flesh meets dark as the two women seek comfort, each in their own way. One needs to prove to herself that she is strong and independent. The other needs reassurance, love, distraction. Their bodies came together naturally, each limb and curve finding a home with the other, halting words ceased as mouths found another purpose. Gentle at first, then with greater urgency the women explored each other, different yet so familiar.
"Take me like a man would" gasped Barb as she lay back on the floor of the cell. "I need to feel your body between my legs, I want to feel your weight on me".
The other took her cue, sliding between Barb's thighs, their two pussies moving together as the black woman raised herself high above her conquered Roman lady. As her firm dark body loomed above Barb, the two woman moved together to their own sensual rhythm. This was something very different for Barb. She had played with girls before but not so seriously, not with such passion! Nubia shifted again, her head going down to lick Barb in a way that no man had ever licked her. For a time Barb was transported to a land of ecstasy, to a place where the cares of tomorrow could almost be forgotten.
RacingRodent
Consul
I beg to differ
Now, excuse me a little creative licence with this episode!
Creative licentiousness more like
A fine episode, bravo dear Phlebas, Brava Lady Moria an athletic display.
AND THEN
Oh dear and it was all going so well...oooo prison porn (sorry Squirrels are easily distracted)
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
trickydicky4u
Governor
Really Barb? I think your idea of taking care differs from everyone else!Well, I suppose they do ... experience must count for something
I wouldn't carry this line of thought too far, Goldman. I can think of a few ....
I can take care of myself, thank you.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder ... I wonder if the Romans invented that one ... perhaps neglected Roman wives?
That was dumb ....
See! What did I tell you ... really, really dumb!
Aww, come on, lighten up! I was only fucking him.
He turned his back on her as she was marched out of the villa and taken away.
Sourpuss!
Hey! WTF! I was expecting a clean bed, a warm bath, and servants to wait on me.
Totally innocent, nothing serious here.
Their bodies came together naturally, each limb and curve finding a home with the other, halting words ceased as mouths found another purpose. Gentle at first, then with greater urgency the women explored each other, different yet so familiar.
No time for conversation ... let's get on with it!
The other took her cue, sliding between Barb's thighs, their two pussies moving together as the black woman raised herself high above her conquered Roman lady.
OMG ...GAHHHHHHHHHHHH ... I could get used to being submissive!
Somehow I think this state of bliss is going to be short lived!
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Well done phlebas! Looking forward to Moore!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Marcus Succerbergus, the Imperial Postmaster, is not an example of discretion.See! What did I tell you ... really, really dumb!
How could you forget he owed his job to your husband's influences?
He was always ready to return a favour!
Totally innocent, nothing serious here.
Must read : 'Nothing innocent, totally serious'!
Have another shower! An ice cold one this time!OMG ...GAHHHHHHHHHHHH ... I could get used to being submissive!
Took the words right out of my mouth.
Your mind flits around almost as much as the Rodent's.
Never mind. Live in the moment. The future is nothing to look forward to. Pay attention, Barb! She's trying to teach you to be strong...
...and not completely a slave to your passions and whims, like some people. (Where's my glasses cleaning cloth, by the way?)My glasses are all steamed up!
HELLO, ALITALIA? YES, I'M A FREQUENT FLYER AND NEED A FIRST CLASS TICKET TO ROME, SOMEWHERE AROUND 40BC. ONE WAY WILL DO. WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE EARLIEST SEAT YOU HAVE COULD ONLY GET ME THERE BY NEXT WEDNESDAY? WHERE'S THAT FAMOUS ALITALIA CUSTOMER SERVICE? NEVER MIND, I'LL TAKE IT. I'LL WORK OUT THE TIME ISSUE WHEN I GET THERE. NOW, I WILL NEED TO CHECK IN A SCYTHE AND A LARGE WHITE HORSE. YOU'RE GOING TO CHARGE ME WHAT FOR EXTRA BAGGAGE!? I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER. THERE DAMN WELL BETTER BE CHAMPAGNE BEFORE TAKEOFF!
A solid, intriguing and enticing episode, Phlebas! I like the Nubia character. She seems nice.
HELLO, ALITALIA? YES, I'M A FREQUENT FLYER AND NEED A FIRST CLASS TICKET TO ROME, SOMEWHERE AROUND 40BC. ONE WAY WILL DO. WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE EARLIEST SEAT YOU HAVE COULD ONLY GET ME THERE BY NEXT WEDNESDAY? WHERE'S THAT FAMOUS ALITALIA CUSTOMER SERVICE? NEVER MIND, I'LL TAKE IT. I'LL WORK OUT THE TIME ISSUE WHEN I GET THERE. NOW, I WILL NEED TO CHECK IN A SCYTHE AND A LARGE WHITE HORSE. YOU'RE GOING TO CHARGE ME WHAT FOR EXTRA BAGGAGE!? I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER. THERE DAMN WELL BETTER BE CHAMPAGNE BEFORE TAKEOFF!
Cute funny ...
Is your blade longer than 6cm, Signor?
RacingRodent
Consul
I'M ONLY GLAD HE DIDN'T ASK ABOUT THE HORSE.Isn't that a rather personal question?
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Don't worry! I people notice, YOU will be on board, you, the scythe and the horse will have the whole plane for yourselves!I'M ONLY GLAD HE DIDN'T ASK ABOUT THE HORSE.