It was dark by the time she returned with the stable boy. Her thighs ran sticky with come and her juices. Her top was stuck to her breasts with the man’s copious fluid.
—We will do this again in a day or two when I have healed, will we not?
—I look forward to it.
—As do I.
Dania never returned to her step-father’s stables. Unknown to her, he had been busy recommending her to two of his more powerful friends in the Senate. He was eager to ingratiate himself with the faction becoming dissatisfied with the direction in which the republic was moving.
When Dania was told of the decision, she immediately consulted with her mother. Dany-Et was already aware. Over the years, she had developed her own trusted insiders in her household. She knew her husband had been scheming to increase his power.
In a week, Dania was transported as caretaker to the equites stable of one of the city’s most successful and powerful senators. She became comfortable with the assignment from the beginning. Her experience at her stepfather’s stable of animals stood her in good stead.
She liked to return to the barns in the darkness of night to check on her charges. It while there that she continued her fetish for the hardness of the men she worked with.
She would encourage them to become erect under their tunics, whereupon she would use her hand - sometimes both, depending on size - to manipulate the hard cocks into erupting over her. Often she would return to her quarters drenched in the wetness of multiple men having covered her in their juices.
She liked the feeling of power. She liked baring her breasts to encourage the copious flow that squirted over them. One or two would stay away from her for nights at a time. She looked forward to those times when strong, huge spurts would emanate from those men.
Eventually, she stopped all of her efforts and devoted her time to those who saved themselves for her. It was only half of a dozen, she thought. Why not permit them to enjoy themselves to her benefit? Besides, when she returned to her quarters, she had the most powerful orgasms ever in the dark.
She slept well every night.
Dania continued to sleep well until she became acquainted with the eques for whom she worked. He kept away from her. Often, she would see him watching from outside of the building as she performed her duties.
He had to be evaluating her. She began to pay less attention to the men she worked with. She stopped allowing them to ejaculate over her in the dark, and instead limited her contact.
All the while, the man continued to keep an eye on her. She tried to ignore him. She tried to pretend he didn’t exist. She tried moving to other parts of the building where it would be more difficult to be seen.
Still he tormented her with his spying. At least, that’s what she believed it was - even though he was the grand overseer who had been brought in to ensure the success of the enterprise.
She knew she was doing good work. Her stepfather had complimented her many times on how much she had improved the facilities and its output to his great benefit. What was this man, this supposed usurper, doing in her world? Why had he been inserted into it?
She began going earlier and staying later and later at her work in the stables. Exhausted, she slept when she could, sometimes on the fresh stacks of hay and straw used for feed and for cleaning the stables.
It was pitch black in the stable when she awoke on the pile of fresh straw. She listened carefully. The only sounds were of the horses in their stables.
Dania reached beneath her robe and slowly ran her fingers the length of her opening. She touched and teased her lips. She brought her hand up to wet her fingers and proceeded to tease herself as though someone was watching her.
She liked to remember the first time on the back of the carriage. She had teased the man until he couldn’t hold himself back from her. She had liked that. Indeed, she had been looking forward to the next time with him when she was assigned here.
She put the thoughts out of her mind and continued servicing herself.
When she came, it was quick and hard. She was surprised at the speed at which her orgasm overtook her. A few quick intakes of breath, hips pushed up off of the hay bale by thrashing feet and bent knees, fingers flicking over her most sensitive area, and she came again.
This time, she moaned, perhaps a little too loudly.
She opened her eyes. Surely there was no one here. It was far too early in the night yet. Still, she thought she could sense a shadow in her line of sight. In the darkness, she wasn’t sure.
She reached out. Her hand came in contact with a naked leg.
She gasped, and pulled her hand away, and then put it back. She let it roam up the thigh into the warmth of the man’s middle. It was obviously one of her former lovers come to let her sample him.
She smiled in the darkness. His offering to her would be plentiful after such a long drought. She began to look forward to what she would soon get her hands on as she shifted her position to get a grip on him.
In her hunger, for she too had been in a self-enforced drought, she used both hands. One gripped his warm balls. The other slipped up and down on the thick shaft that greeted her eager fingers.
She stroked hard and fast, allowing her greedy hand to be stopped each time by a huge mushroom head greeting her clenched fingers. She pulled it to her mouth and tasted. The precome didn’t taste familiar. This one had a distinct, strong flavor It was so unlike the others she had permitted herself to sample.
She spit the cock out of her mouth. Even in the dark, she knew long strings of her saliva would be trailing from her open mouth. She took it back in and sucked noisily, knowing there was none but one to hear.
She could feel the strength in the man. Whoever he was - and she knew this one was new to her ministrations - his cock was more than hard. He was almost as hard as one of the posts in the barn.
She moaned in appreciation and kept at him with mouth and both hands.
—Will you not give in and let me taste you?
He didn’t answer. Instead, more streamed from his opening.
—You will let me have it. I know it is only a matter of time before you give in to me.
She went back at him with a fervor she had never before demonstrated. She gripped and tugged and sucked and licked and pulled and stroked this one as she had no other.
She talked and groaned and grunted and spit and rubbed her hand in her own wet to rub on him. Each time she pulled her hand away, a river of her juices ended up on his balls.
—You can smell me. I know it. Would you like a taste?
She held up her hand to the man’s mouth and rubbed it across his lips and nose.
—Ouch. Why did you bite me?
She reached beaten her legs for more, and smeared it over breasts.
—If you’re going to bite, bite these.
She pulled his head down to her nipples. He noisily licked and bit and sucked at them.
She felt his cock react. She knew she had him. She shifted on the hay bale in an attempt to make herself more available.
—Come. Lie with me here.
She tugged at the man’s cock, spread her legs, raised her knees to her shoulders, and pulled the man between her legs. She was so wet for him that she had no trouble convincing the thick head to enter between her legs.
—All the way. Go all the way. I have not had a man for months.
She tried to pull him farther into her. He wouldn’t allow it.
—Come on. Fuck me. By your feel, you still have a long way to get comfortable in me. Fuck me. Fill me with it. I can take you.
She continued whispering into his ear. Her lips moved. Her teeth bit. She tasted blood.
—That’s it. Farther. All the way. All the way.
When twilight began, the man was still going at Dania. She was still on her back. Her legs were locked behind him. The straw was soaked with sweat and come and woman’s juices and the man’s milky come. Their bodies became covered with straw. It was only whe
re their hips met that it had been washed away by the quantities of their combined juices.
Finally, she pushed him off of her. His cock came out from between her legs still hard and erect. Her juices had somehow stayed attached to him, just as her saliva had when she sucked on him.
—It’s you!
She tried to pull away. He was too heavy. In any case, she hadn’t yet unlocked her legs. It only served to keep her attached. His his cock slipped back into her.
When he started to pump her, she began to meet his thrusts with her own.
—Damn you. How many times? I lost count.
—So did I. But it isn’t enough yet.
—No. Keep going. I’m ready for you still.
She moaned as her hips met his.
—And willing for my cock, too, are you not?
They were still going at each other when the workers began to arrive. Drenched in sweat, covered in each other’s juices, raw from fucking, covered in sticky straw, they pushed apart. Dania closed her wet, sticky thighs and rolled over on her stomach.
When he saw her like that, the man pushed her back down and entered her from behind. Dania shifted under him, pressed her cheeks together and back, and felt herself being entered. She managed to get her legs apart for him before he slipped all the way into her.
She let him ride her. She tried to keep still. She tried not to make a sound. The rhythm the man kept up finally had its intended effect.
Dania screamed in full-fledged orgasm as she felt him empty into her. Finally, his cock went limp.
—Is that what it takes for you?
—Only when I saw you expose it to me. You have a fine ass, woman.
—In that case, it is yours.
—Not right away, I hope.
Dania inhaled deeply, rolled onto her back, and closed her thighs. She grinned at him.
—Not right away. But very soon. Now get up. People are watching us.
—It’s not anything they haven’t witnessed before in the coliseum. Let them suffer.
—I think it is we who are suffering.
—Perhaps you’re right. Let’s go to the bathhouse and renew our acquaintance in daylight.
Dania hummed as she bathed herself in the warm water. The man beside her was formidable. He was much bigger than she first though in the dark. Now, naked beside him in the clear water, her hand reached between his legs. As he hardened, she admired his earnestness.
—You are still eager to have me.
—It is you who encourages me.
—And it is you who causes me so much desire in me. Look.
She took his hand and rubbed it over her breasts.
He smiled and kissed her.
—I think we are an even match.
Dania smiled back.
—I think you are right.
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In the FLESH
Dania finally meets the man of her dreams in a chance encounter. Much satisfaction ensues.
DANIA STRUGGLED TO comprehend what had happened. Or was it happening to her right now, this instant? Why couldn’t she understand what the hell was going on in her life that she didn’t get?
For several nights in a row she’d woken in a sweaty mess. When she ran a hand over her body, she discovered she was soaking wet from her breasts to her thighs, and beyond. Her mattress was soaked in her sweat - or was it something else?
Her top and panties had been discarded, and were either on the floor or piled on her bed at her waist. Either she had ended up sleeping on them, or they had been used to wipe the sweat off of her body.
When she had ran a hand between her legs, it came out soaking wet, just like the rest of her. She tasted only herself when she licked her fingers. The scent was strong, though, like a man had been there, coming in her and then disappearing in the darkness.
If that was the case, what had happened to his come? It should have been running out of her, helping to contribute to the general state of her damp bed. It wasn’t that often that a man had run off after she let him have her. Usually they stayed around for more - a lot more.
That was because she liked the sensation of cock between her legs. She liked a man who would end up taking her any way he liked - and she liked to let him. In fact, she encouraged it.
She found that she was wet long before the man was ready. Such was her imagination and anticipation and eagerness to be on her back with a man straining to keep her going.
The dream started to come back to her, so she remained in bed and let it flash though her mind.
She’d been bent over a counter, facing a door. Someone was behind her. He had pulled up her skirt and jerked her panties down around her ankles.
She felt a cock moving against the backs of her thighs. She tried to spread her feet to accommodate it, but the panties around her feet prevented her. She attempted to step out of them, but that only wiggled her ass and encouraged the cock to press harder and more urgent.
—Spread them. Let me in, woman. God damn it. Open it.
Eventually, her struggle to get clear of her underwear must have spread her thighs just enough to allow the man’s cock to slide between her legs, for now the head rubbed against her clit.
—Damn you. Let me get my legs apart. I want it too, you know.
He answered her by leaning his full weight over her in his urgency to take her. She collapsed onto the counter. The motion put her on full display and ended up forcing her ass back and up against the man.
The edge of his mushroom head tugged against her clit. She began to moan softly.
—If you’d let me get my legs apart, you’d be in me by now.
She kept pushing back, faster and faster. Wet drained out of her as the cock assaulted her clit in rhythm with her movements. She reached down and gripped the head with her fingers. It was so wet they slipped off of him.
Instead, she massaged her clit to keep time.
The two of them were so engaged in their hasty fucking that they didn’t hear the garage door open and the car door close.
That was it for her. She was so turned on that she finally pushed back hard. At the same time, she managed to get a leg free from her panties. She spread, pushed her ass up and back, and pushed the cock head into her soaked opening.
That alone was enough to take her to the very edge of orgasm. The man pushed himself deep. She held still, encouraging him to get as deep as he could.
—That’s it. Go all the way. I’m there now. Now.
Suddenly, it occurred to her that there was someone else in the house with them.
—Oh god. He’s home. He’s back. Pull out. Pull out.
Dania desperately tried to pull the cock out of her and straighten up. The motion only served to take her over the edge. She began moaning uncontrollably. Her hips opened, her thighs came together, and she locked the cock in her.
—Pull out. Pull out. Damn you. Oh god. Damn. You. Fuck me then if you’re not going to listen. Let him catch us. God. Yes. Fuck me.
The inside door to the garage opened.
—Sweetheart. Come here. There’s something I want to show you.
She could hardly draw a breath. The man’s cock had buried itself in her. It was all she could do to hang onto the counter and not drop to the floor.
—Stop it. Stop your fucking. I have to go out there. Let me go, damn you to hell. Oh god. Hold me up. I’m going to fall.
The man pulled her back hard and went even deeper.
—How’s that?
—Oh god. You bastard. Stop. Now. Damn you to hell.
She heard the voice again.
—Sweetheart?
She almost screamed.
—I’m there. I’m there.
Then softer.
—Oh god. Don’t stop yet.
—What was that, dear?
—I’ll be right there. I’m coming. I’m coming.
She almost passed out.
—I’m coming, dear. I’m coming.
She made a grab for the man
’s balls. She wanted him out of her before she got caught. She gripped the last two inches before they slipped out of her fingers and slid up. They disappeared between her wet, hungry lips.
The sensation caused her to begin to contract around the cock. She knew she was trapped now. She knew the man would soon finish in her. She had to wait. She just had to.
—Come quick. Hurry. I’ll stall him.
She kept grasping. Finally, she felt the cock explode. She pushed back with her hips, the cock slipped out from between her legs, and part of the load splashed beneath the counter top.
She gripped the head and aimed it between her cheeks. Her thighs were already soaked. There was nowhere else to put it. Unable to stop herself, she put the cock back into her and began to moan.
—I’ll be right there, dear. I’m coming.
She was coming again. She couldn’t stop. The man wasn’t helping, either. He kept on holding her up and struggling to keep himself in her.
—Finish in me. Hurry. He’s coming. I’m coming. Again. Jesus. What? What? What is it, dear? I’m coming. Oh god. I’m coming again. You bastard. Hurry. Come in me.
She made another grab for the cock, jabbed it against her ass, and it slipped between her cheeks.
She stumbled and almost passed out again.
—Damn you. Take it out of me. Now. This instant.
He yanked himself out. Dania groaned.
—You want it back in?
—Yes. No. Not now. I have I have I have- Hold me up. Keep me up. Pull down my dress. He’s coming. I’ll be right there, dear. In a minute.
She tugged at her dress. The cock still spurted. She could feel it running down her legs.
—Where’s the dish towel? Wipe me off, please.
—You’ve left me a mess. Now it’s time you cleaned me up if you’re going to fuck me again.
—You’re the one who wouldn't let me stop fucking you. Or don’t you remember that part of it.
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