When In Rome - Sex Stories

When In Rome

... "That's enough. Off." She pouted as she sat back on her heels, her eyes still longingly fixated on her boss's cock. Lykos nodded his head toward Appius. "Now him." Her eyes flashed with excitement as she climbed over to sit between his knees. She grinned at Lykos as her fist circled Appius' cock. "Yes, Father." He barely had time to react. Her mouth was already on his cock, her expert little tongue working over his shaft, getting him wet and ready for her mouth. His cock throbbed as she placed a soft little kiss on the head, and he glanced over at Lykos as she began to slide him down her throat. "Father?" Lykos laughed. "Forgot to mention that, did I?" "Wasn't aware you had a daughter." Appius groaned as she guided him past her mouth, hands curled into fists as the tip of his cock worked its way into her hot, tight little throat. He thrusted his hips up, just the slightest bit, to feel her tighter around him. "Its been awhile. I didn't have her when you last saw me." He looked down at the little whore at his feet, his cock sliding between her full little lips as her father watched. "And how is it a daughter of yours is on her knees sucking cock in a whore-house? I find it hard to believe your wife would allow it." "She doesn't belong to Lyssanda. Whose dead, by the way." That made more sense. The slut had fair skin, big blue-green eyes, light hair. Even more telling, she was, as far as he could see, pleasant to be around. Obviously not Lyssandra's c***d. He fucking hated ...

... Lykos' wife. Always had. Couldn't say he was sorry to hear that. He doubted Lykos was either. He groaned as her hand cupped his balls, her mouth fucking his cock at a furious pace. He was too close, and he was enjoying this far too much to let her taste his cum this soon. He slapped her hard across the cheek and fisted his hand in her hair. "Slow the fuck down." She jerked. Her watery eyes lowered away from his as her father laughed. Her cheek bloomed with the red imprint of his fingers. "Little whore gets too excited sometimes." She slowed. Obediently. He liked that in a whore. He leaned forward, rewarding her with soft slaps to her little tits. Her throat vibrated around his cock as she moaned, and tightened as he pinched her nipples between his fingers. He slammed his cock harder down her throat as he stood up. He took her by the hair, and guided her head. He wanted it faster now. He looped her hair around his fist, pulling her hard, yanking her head back and forth as he set the pace. He could see the saliva, wet around her mouth as she gagged around his cock. Patrons and whores alike were watching him fuck her throat, and he liked it. "You like that?" He asked her, knowing that she did. Her round little ass was up in the air, her hips rocking back and forth and her strangled, muffled cries carried over the music as his cock pounded into her little open mouth. He watched her eyes as his dick disappeared and reappeared past her lips, watched as her mouth stretched wide to take ...