shoulder, standing in a row before the reclining guests. One could hardly help comparing the bare bosoms thus displayed, breasts of all shapes and sizes to be offered up in a comparison that was endlessly and inexplicably fascinating. And then there were the many variations among the furry vulvas tucked between their firm young thighs, all presented so freely in this open show of feminine charms. After a moment or two, the naked slaves dropped to their knees and bowed down, saluting with their foreheads pressed to the rug in the Persian manner, as they had been taught.
Then they rose to their feet, turned around in place, presenting their backs to us, and knelt once more to press their foreheads to the rug a second time, this time offering up their tempting naked bottoms to the assembled guests. They held the subservient pose until released. And sometimes their master made them hold it for a long time indeed, while the guests nibbled at their food, sipped their wine, and made casual conversation. In time the girls were released and the guests picked their companions for the evening in sort of lottery, two slave girls usually assigned to see to the needs of each male guest.
Increasingly, I was being invited to visit the tent of Kimar, only to find that I was his only guest. As always, he was gracious and most generous, but I couldn’t help getting the feeling that he was evaluating me, as though he wanted something from me. In some ways, the slaver and I were kindred souls. We shared an endless fascination with the joys of the flesh. Clearly pleased, he would acknowledge with a frank smile of understanding my genuine compliments of his ability as a true connoisseur of the well-made feminine form. During one of those conversations, I had expressed my soulful desire for a Nordic woman. We found that this, too, was a passion we both shared, though for different reasons.
On this particular night, Kimar seemed to be getting closer to something that had obviously been on his mind He told me how he had always found me a most reasonable man, a man of the world. I waited expectantly. Then it came. Since we both appreciated those rare Northern beauties, perhaps some arrangements might be made to our mutual benefit?
Of course, I had heard the rumors of war with the tribes on the frontier? I nodded, not wishing to appear ignorant in matters of military intelligence. It was common knowledge that the crafty old slaver had many spies, and I listened most intently to what he had to say on the subject Should hostilities once again break out with the Teutons, he went on, we might both profit He then proposed that I might make special efforts to see that our raids yielded as many of those choice beauties as possible. Moreover, I would then hold these captive women for Kimar, dealing with him exclusively.
In those days, it was common practice for enemy captives to be turned over to interested slavers, who waited on the edge of the war zone and appeared instantly after a raid to buzz around the camp like bees until they were given the opportunity to bid for the lot The proceeds of these sales went to the Emperor’s treasury in Rome, and it was well known, though not officially sanctioned, that sometimes a few denarii would find their way into the purse of the commander of the legion. But Kimar was proposing that certain captives be withheld from the open auction till the next time his caravan came to town. For each of these exceptional blonde beauties who might be turned over to him exclusively, a handsome sum would be reserved for me-a sort of commission. He called it a “finder’s fee.”
Of course I saw immediately the wisdom in what he proposed, and I gladly gave him my hand on it. The deal was struck. Smiling broadly over his exclusive triumph, Kimar then announced that now he had a very special treat for me. In honor of our pact, he had reserved an exceptional pair of slave girls just for me.
At the clap of his hands, the two women appeared, presenting themselves before me, standing side by side. They might have been sisters. These two had the pleasing good looks of certain Gaulish women, and had similar soft brown hair, worn pulled back from the face, then bound with a leather thong so that it fell in a length that was long and silky like a horse’s tail It was the style much favored among the Gauls. Although both were rather young, one looked quite definitely the other’s junior. She had a lean, almost pubescent body, with small crescent-shaped tits, and a thin haze of down on her slight Venus-mound; her companion had the nicely proportioned body of an attractive mature woman. She was well endowed with generous breasts, full rounded with just the slightest bit of sag to them, and a plump, thickly furred vulva. This was Sylla, Kimar said, the younger girl was named Tomi. They were given to me for the night.
On being presented, the pair instantly assumed the subservient position on their knees and bowed low. Then they got up and turned to repeat the ritual, offering their naked bottoms: the full, rounded, fleshy buttocks next to the pert set of asscheeks. Summoning a couple of slaves to attend to him, my host then settled back With his business being concluded so satisfactorily, he was now prepared to enjoy a bit of leisure. I bade the kneeling women rise and ordered them to attend to me, allowing them to remove my uniform while I stood there and let myself be undressed. Once naked, I invited my two attendants to join me on the couch. Then I set about exploring their considerable Gaulish charms.
I found myself pressed between the warmth of two delicious female bodies as we twisted and squirmed together on the couch. I lay rubbing myself all over Tomi’s nubile body while Sylla’s bountiful bosom burned into my back, all soft and warm and lovely. Things were heating up and threatening rapidly to get out of control, when I broke apart to pause so as to prolong my pleasure as much as possible. I swung my legs down to sit on the edge of the couch, my prick rigidly upright and throbbing with lust between my hairy thighs. I went to reach for my cup, but Tomi, wishing to please, reached for it at the same time and somehow managed to splash wine down my lap.
For a moment, she froze, horrified at what she had done! Had she displeased her master, and would he order that she now be punished for her clumsiness? But I was not that kind of master, and besides the girl could easily make amends by licking up the spilled wine. I had her kneel before me and merely pointed to my wet thighs. Obediently, her little tongue peeked out from between her small pursed lips and started licking. Meanwhile, Sylla hovered behind me, kneeling on the couch at my back Now she threw her arms around me and pressed her body to mine, squirming sensually, grinding her firmly rounded tits into my back My eyes slid closed and I sighed at the heavenly feeling of those twin delights.
Meanwhile, Tomi’s silken tongue was sliding wetly over my thighs, licking along the contours, delving down between them to get at the soaked pubic hair. I eased my thighs apart, spreading my knees and easing forward to give the slave girl greater access to my hanging balls. The flutter of her slavish tongue as it licked all over my furry scrotum electrified me. Then she was licking at the root of my shaft, sucking up the wine from the spongy pubic hair, before slowly lapping her way up the quivering length of my rigid penis. The feeling of her slowly traveling tongue was absolutely exquisite. Having arrived at the crown of my massive prick she leaned forward prepared to take me in her mouth, for that was what she thought I wanted. But I reached down to grab her by the hair and stop the sweet torture of her loving lips and devilish tongue.
“No, just lick! Lick it all up…every drop,” I managed to get out in a voice choked with passion.
And as the girl bent her head to follow my injunction, I got a sudden burst of inspiration. I pulled Sylla around to kneel beside me. Picking up the still-half-filled cup, I splashed the remainder of the wine right on her well- endowed chest. She gave a girlish giggle and shook her shoulders in surprise as the wine trickled down the slopes of her jiggling tits. Sliding my cupped hands down her flanks, I curled my fingers around her hips, digging into the pliant flesh of her asscheeks. Tightening my grip, I pulled the girl toward me and then I dove in, nuzzling those wonderful tits, pressing my face into the soft cleavage, nudging the taut mounds with lips and nose, all the while licking, lapping up the sweet-tasting wine, drawing my tongue up and over the lush contours while the woman writhed up before me in pure sensual delight.
She arched back, offering my greedy lips even more of her feminine pulchritude while I drew spiraling circles, zeroing in on the fat caps of her pink nipples. I kissed the sensitive tips, taking the protruding stems between my teeth and pulling on them till Sylla gave out with a low growl of pleasure. Then I suckled on those prominent nipples, drawing on them slowly and steadily, with the girl arching back and writhing in my arms all the while.
My recollection of events after that is a little confusing. Somehow we all three ended up on the rug. I remember Sylla’s comely body laid out before me as I straddled her hips. I leaned forward, bringing up my rigid prick to rub along its length her wet tits. I had her squeeze them together, imprisoning my rod between the squashed mounds of flesh, while I moved my hips and spent a little time fucking her tits. Then, just as I was about to shoot off, I moved higher, easing my stiff prick up over her chin and lips, to rub it all over her face.
Meanwhile, agile Tomi had slid behind me and, as I crouched down over the other girl, she began paying tribute to my upraised posterior, bringing her lips to my ass and licking lavishly while I clenched my butt against the maddening tickle. The sudden surge of electric pleasure when the probing tongue touched my anus sent me shooting off all over the pretty face of the supine woman, who closed her eyes but didn’t turn away. It was an
