Gratius looked very pleased. He beckoned the girl to him so he might personally inspect the tightness of the fit. He ran his fingers along the straps that cinched her waist and the snug leg straps that curved under her tight butt He pulled up on the center strap, tugging the thin leather strip even deeper between the girl’s labia. Turning her around, he gave her a friendly smack on the bottom that sent her back down to the sunken ring. I watched the protruding rod bobbing obscenely as she descended the wide stairs to where her kneeling rival waited for her.
Uta knew what to do. I got the distinct feeling that this was not the first time that these slave girls had been made to put on such a show before their lecherous lord. Stepping up to the kneeling girl, she reached down and paused to fondle Leia’s right breast. Leia looked up at her. When their eyes met, Uta placed a hand flatly at the top of the girl’s chest and pushed steadily, shoving her backward so that Leia fell onto her back, propped up on her elbows, legs sprawled out on the pillows.
Uta knelt down beside her, the phallus bobbing and swaying as she did so. She lowered herself gradually so the two slave girls lay snuggled together side by side. I expected to see a swift businesslike penetration and perhaps some perfunctory and disinterested fucking, but these girls had been well trained and they knew their master’s preference for slow and loving foreplay. And so they embraced and kissed, warmly and tenderly, holding each other and moving together as lovers often do. Their oily bodies were intertwined, the kisses getting longer, deeper, as they squirmed hotly on the pillows. Heated hands moved up and down each other’s bodies, exploring the slippery curves with increased urgency.
I glanced at my host quickly to see that he had summoned the girl who sat at his feet. She must have known her master’s unspoken wish, for this lissome girl proceeded docilely to lay herself down across his lap, draping her slim, supple body over his widespread thighs so that her head hung down at one end, and her legs angled down to the floor at the other. The pose served to present her randy master with her upturned bottom. His hand brushed up the little skirt of her tunic to uncover a splendid feminine behind: a superb bottom ready to be admired, stroked, and fondled as he watched the sweaty, girl-girl action unfolding before him. For a moment, he paused to consider that shapely little butt. Then his hand moved, cupping the tautly rounded skin at the back of a thigh and following that smooth column till it slid up to capture a pert little rearcheek There it lingered, squeezing lightly and enjoying the feel of that pleasing curve.
My own need was becoming explosive. I rushed to follow my host’s example. Pulling the little serving girl to me, I brushed back my tunic, and placed her oily hand squarely on my swollen penis.
Now the two lovers were writhing in the full bloom of raging passion. Uta was massaging Leia’s substantial tits, while Leia had managed to get a hand between them, and currently had a finger inserted up Uta’s bald vagina. I watched them moving slickly over one another, till Uta had gained the dominant position, her body placed along the length of her lover’s.
Uta reached down to throw open Leia’s legs. Leia became strangely passive, letting her slack limbs be rearranged, looking up at her dominating lover with lips parted and expectant. Uta passed a hand between those loose legs and fondled her rival’s denuded sex, making the poor girl whimper in her desperate need. Then, getting up to kneel between the splayed legs, she reached down to hold the phallic rod and guide it to the gaping lips of her defeated lover.
Enraptured by the fiery lesbian action, I couldn’t take my eyes off the hot performance. But the exciting feel of those little slick hands sliding all over my masculine equipment made me shut my eyes as I savored the delicious moment. When I managed to swallow the sudden upsurge of pleasure and open my eyes again, I saw that the rod had been inserted between Leia’s slick lips. Uta drove in, falling forward, plunging the carved phallus right into the churning depths of her lover’s sex. She started to move immediately, her hips bucking in smooth, even rhythm that had the shaft pistoning in and out of the hot, clinging cunt. Leia groaned and tossed her head from side to side, being driven mad with pleasure as Uta fucked her with the ivory shaft.
I tried to ignore the hand on my prick, but the exquisite feel of those little oily fingers wriggling their way over my erect masculinity sent me soaring to ecstatic heights. I had to fall back weakly on the couch. With a surge of effort, I worked to repress the urge to come, struggling against the rising tickle of excruciating pleasure, vowing to hold on a bit longer.
Through half-lidded eyes, I saw that the expression on Uta’s face matched my own grim determination as she drove in ruthlessly, savagely violating her fellow slave with an intensity that surprised me. Leia was moaning openly now, thrashing about on the pillow, her hips undulating in time to the heavy pounding she was being given. I watched Leia’s widespread legs rise slowly, her body responding instinctively to invite even deeper penetration, till her feet were fluttering high in the air and her thighs were grappling Uta’s thrusting loins.
Uta bucked furiously, deriving whatever pleasure she could from seeing her lover helpless and moaning below her, fucking her conquest till the girl screamed out in ecstasy and came with a mighty shudder. When she dismounted, leaving her defeated rival in a depleted heap, the insatiable phallus was still sticking straight out from her loins, bouncing eagerly as if looking for new conquests.
At that moment, the little minx who held my manhood loosely in her curled fingers chose to close her fist and yank viciously on me. The sudden stab of pleasure brought my hips high up off the couch. I twisted there in the wind, caught in the tight grip of that little hand. Again and again she jerked mercilessly. I came in an explosion of intense pleasure.
You would have thought that Leia’s climax might have ended the performance, but the voracious sexual enthusiast who ruled the manor had not yet reached his own satisfaction. He had one further surprise in store.
He was happily spanking the little ass of the slave girl who writhed in his lap, shouting his encouragement to Uta all the while, when Leia came with a mighty thud. He paused in his efforts to warm the girlish ass. He was pleased, but not quite yet ready to dismiss his prized “gladiators.” He had one final demand to place on them. A thoughtful expression came over his face as his hand slowly rubbed the heated rearcheeks of the girl who squirmed on his lap. Turnabout was fair play, he pontificated.
Uta had to unbuckle the contraption and hand it over to her rival so that it might be secured around Leia’s robust loins. The vanquished would be encouraged to take her revenge on her conqueror. The next command showed how fiendish that old satyr really was: the phallus was to be used as a back-door weapon. She would be ordered to savage the other girl’s skinny ass, an order she carried out with considerable relish.
Chapter Five. Curious Pleasures
Among the unique delights of the house of Gratius were the many novel and imaginative ways devised by the inventive proprietor to display his girls for perusal by his many guests and customers. I well remember the day when the pretty slave who met me at the door escorted me straight through the big house to where my host waited for me on the back porch, a generous semicircle that jutted out, opening onto the grassy lawn below, giving a superb view of the lake. A line of tall columns was set along the outside rim of the sweeping porch.