Unlike the others that have viewed me that morning he doesn't ogle my breasts or waxed sex. His dark, intense eyes are fixed firmly on mine and despite the slave girl rules I stare back trapped like a rabbit in a torch light. I am completely captivated and I stand in awe of him.
For what seems like a life time I stare mesmerized into his deep, dreamy, brown eyes. Before I even have time to register that he has purchased me I am swept up in his arms and carried in an adrenaline fuelled daze away from the market to his encampment.
I am taken into his large, luxurious, purple tent and lain down gently on a bed of velvet and silk cushions. It's all like a dream, lying there at his knees and I melt as he unexpectedly kisses me, our lips connecting with bittersweet fervor.
Surrounded by his broad shoulders and tight, biceps I submit myself to his zealous hunger. Our tongues dance together, thrusting, tangling, searching, duelling in a battle of desire. Until after one final, long drugged kiss he leaves me to undress.
I lie back on the soft cushions and admire the show as he strips. He looks magnificent in his armor but I'm dying to see what lies beneath. Fortunately I don't have to wait long. With the skills he's honed on a thousand campaigns he sheds his bronze breast plate with ease, treating me to the smooth olive, expanse of streamlined muscle beneath. His wonderfully broad chest is quite a sight and my mind races with salacious fantasies.
His armor is immediately followed by his silk, toga skirt leaving him in only a small, tight fitting pair of white shorts. They do mouth-wateringly little to cover his hot, bronzed skin, but tease me like crazy. They sit low on his hips leaving a rope of taut v-shaped muscle where his wash board abs meet his powerful thighs, enticing my eyes towards his groin.
He can sense my anticipation and he teases me by leisurely taking his time. I lick my lips with desire and my eyes light up like stars as I watch his hands slip into the waistband of his shorts. Everything seems to move in slow motion as he slowly peels the tight white fabric from his hips. Millimeter by millimeter they slip away until they fall like an autumn leaf exposing the most impressive column in Greece. I could see through the taut material that he was fairly sizable but now I can't help but gasp as his pulsating erection bounces free before my very eyes. It stands proudly like a tall, oak throbbing and pulsing excitedly, obviously at its highest level of arousal. Perversely the knowledge that I have caused him to reach such a peak of arousal makes me grin like a Cheshire cat. In the powerless world of a slave girl this is the only strength I have and I take it as a great complement that my tender body can evoke such a reaction.
Carrying a bottle of oil he casually he strides over to me and kneels down. Like a magnet my hands are drawn to his wide, muscled chest. It's hard and smooth and I can feel his heart pounding with excitement. Unable to resist I slip my hand down to his swollen manhood and stroke it, enjoying the sensation of its solid silkiness in my hand. His rigid cock is blatant in its arousal and it pulses in my grasp.
I arch my back submissively as he pours the clear, liquid all over my burgeoning, pink tipped peaks until it flows down over my cleavage and stomach. Trickling in thick rivers into my belly button and over my toned abs. It tickles me as its warmth coats my rose tinged flesh and it is not long before my master can resist my glistening body no more. He slides his hands all over me as I twist and squirm in his powerful, oily, grasp.
Occasionally I try to massage some of the oil into his body, but without success. Every time I attempt to do so he pins me back down to the cushions and his slippery fingers continue their journey over my inflamed, silky nakedness. Physically, he is far stronger and he uses his strength to position me however he desires, moving me about effortlessly. It is clear that he is in charge and I happily accept his total dominance, surrendering myself completely to his ravenous hands.
Not one inch of me is left unlubricated; he pays exquisite attention to every part of my smooth, curving flesh. He caresses my feet, even sucking on each of my toes. The backs of my legs, my arms, my mid rift, every part of me is intimately massaged until I have been driven into a sexual frenzy. My warm, moist centre is now so ripe it threatens to explode and I try to satisfy some of the fire within me. However, my master knows full well that my damp, swollen pussy craves stimulation, but he has me exactly where he wants me and he aims to tame me further. I try to touch myself, but am swiftly castigated for doing so. Instead I am forced to beg to be touched.
I try to push the pouting lips of my beaver to him but he still does not rush himself. He massages my inner thighs, applying a medium amount of pressure with his thumbs, drawing circles getting closer and closer to my ripe vagina. Once these circles are at the creases between my legs he stops. He does not venture into my budding flower, but instead kneads my flesh making me plead for satisfaction.
Finally to my delight he places his rigid tongue at the base of my sex and runs it firmly up all the way to the top in one long, hard stroke. The feeling is divine and he follows his first stroke with another soft, broad stroke, this time covering the whole of my slit. He continues varying these strokes between hard and soft, until I'm purring like crazy. Occasionally he even softly takes my pink, swollen lips in his mouth and sucks and gently nibbles on them.
Whilst his tongue assaults my sex he places a hand between my buttocks and very gently eases a finger into my rear. The feeling is a little unnerving at first and I pull my hips away from him in a vain effort to escape the intrusion. It is a fruitless attempt and his finger is soon buried in my depths. I soon relent as I realize the pressure in my bum is in fact intensifying the sensations in my sex. The accumulation of his tongue on my pussy and his finger in my ass has set my body tingling and I can feel the warmth of my impending climax. My master is clearly listening to the continuous stream of girly, squeaks and squeals coming from me and he changes his technique in accordance with my subconscious moans. He makes his tongue as solid as possible and starts to thrust it in and out of me. The warmth of his breath and the firmness of tongue tickles and teases the entrance to my little pussy driving me wild. Over whelmed by the sensations I start to gyrate my hips trying to make him probe deeper.
Now that I'm starting to buck my master decides its time to go for the jewel in my crown and he moves his tongue up to my ultra sensitive clitoris, which is peeking out enticingly. He starts by gently flicking his tongue over it, making my legs shudder and then moves on to rhythmically drawing letters around it. The sensation is intense and I am moaning like a whore, I know I'm close to cumming now and my whole body is trembling.
It is at this point that he takes my clitoris in his mouth and sucks on it, still flicking it with his tongue. The warmth of his mouth and the stimulation is heavenly and it takes me to the very edge of orgasm. I buck and strain, but my master continues to suck, harder and harder, tighter and tighter. Suddenly his finger slips out of my behind, releasing a crescendo of orgasmic energy. My vagina tenses and I feel my juices squirting out of me. My master continues sucking for a moment longer, but he knows I am now too tender and he soon releases me. I lie there trying to catch my breath, my body still trembling. The orgasm was just awesome and I feel alive with energy.
He permits me a moment to recover and I lie motionless blushing and giggling, as the warm tingling fades. Once I have caught my breath he sets about riding me like a prize thoroughbred. He places the tip of his cock at the opening to my pussy and with great care he inches his sinewy length into me. I gasp and bite my lip as he enters, glad to have the extra lubricant of my orgasm to ease his passage. He is quite sizable and my tight, little pussy is forced to stretch to accommodate him. He starts slowly thrusting quite deep but not too hard, allowing me to get accustomed to the sensation of being impaled on such a long, hot shaft. However, he soon increases the tempo. Staring intently into my eyes he starts to plunge his sinewy length harder into me. My breasts jiggle and there is a satisfying slapping of flesh against flesh as he fills me up to the hilt. He swiftly establishes a good rhythm and the hard, fast friction makes me hot once more.
With no regard for my modesty I moan loudly, gripping the cushions as my body is taken with untamed passion. He holds my legs by the ankles and spreads and twists me as he desires. He alternates between holding my legs up and together making the fit of his member in my pussy, feel even tighter and spreading me as wide as my muscles will allow. He is really driving hard into me now and the hot glide of flesh against flesh is making me want to cum again.
The sensation of his pulsing core embedded, deeply within me is all too much and my body jolts and shudders uncontrollably. I grip the cushions as hard as I can, but all my strength seems to have been sucked into the first wave of my orgasm. Stars dance before my eyes and the sound of hot blood fills my ears like the roar of an angry sea. I cry out as emotion overwhelms me and I close my eyes. I'm lost in a wave of euphoria and I'm carried away on a sea of pleasure. He is no longer in side me and I stare out towards him deliriously. I can see him stroking himself, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flaring as jet of hot seed erupts over my stomach and breasts. Finally he caves in on top of me, our sweating, oily bodies spent, panting with exhaustion. It has been one of the most emotionally rigorous days of my life and my whole body feels weak and weary. Despite my desire to make love all night I am so tired I can barely move. My new master is keenly aware of this and caringly he holds me close in his powerful arms and kisses me tenderly on the forehead. Protected by the solid wall of muscle that is his chest I drift off to sleep.
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