1. When In Rome


    Date: 6/22/2017, Categories: BDSM Fetish, Hardcore Author: qudduse, Source: xHamster

    Author's Notes When In Rome isn't exactly a series of erotic stories. When it's completed, it will (hopefully) read more like a novel. Plot, subplots and all. There will be (on average) three separate scenes from three separate Point(s) of View (POV) per chapter. While every chapter will have sex in one form or another, every scene will not. If you want to skip through and only read the sexy bits, every chapter will be headed by listing which scene(s) in that chapter include sex. Chapter one starts with a fairly vanilla blowjob, but don't worry. The sex gets dirtier and more violent. And will continue getting dirtier and more violent throughout the series. I hope you enjoy. Each POV will be headed by the character's name. _____________________________ CHAPTER ONE: Scene 01: Appius - Sex? Yes. Scene 02: Callia - Sex? Yes. Scene 03: Cassius - Sex? Yes. _____________________________ [center]APPIUS[/center] Lykos was the most powerful man in Rome. And he wasn't even a true fucking Roman. His mother had been a Greek whore, but a beautiful one, gifted to Lykos's father by a rival he'd later killed in his sl**p. His money wasn't the reason he was respected, though he was rumored to have more than the Emperor. It was not his skill in battle (which was legendary, Appius knew all too well - he'd served with him in the Roman Army). Nor was it the five vicious, sword-wielding, murderous sons he'd fathered. Though they were legends of their own. It was his whores. Lykos had the best ...
    ... whores in the world. He catered to every whim, every desire. Legal or not, moral or not… you could get it from Lykos. At least that's what Appius had heard. It had been fifteen years since he'd last stepped foot in Rome. Almost that long since he'd seen his old friend. He was only here to… pay a debt. Right a wrong. It hadn't been hard to find the find the place. Mention Lykos' name, and any man with two denari to rub together could give you directions. It wasn't like you could pass by the building without knowing it was what you were looking for. His friend's tastes had always verged on the obscene. The front of the whore house was littered with stone statues; exquisitely carved women with round asses, full breasts and open mouths were crowded around a grotesque rendering of Hades, Greek God of the Underworld. His large stone head was thrown back to the sky in rapture; a stone woman was at his feet, her ass high in the air, her lips eternally circling the head of his cock. Near her knees were two more stone women, one with her face buried between the other's legs. Various statues surrounded them, all engaged in some sexual act or another. He'd arrived. He gave his name to the guard at the door, and paid his way inside. The air was thick with the the sweet heady scent of wine, and the sweeter smell of poppy smoke. There was music, a hard beat on a drum. And there were women. Naked, all of them. Some were selling their wares right there at the entrance, begging, moaning, screaming ...
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