Passion desire Lust

The following morning a small army of slaves were brought to the villa to prepare for the night’s festivities. We had been told by Domina to expect around a hundred men and women from the most influential families on the island and the towns nearby on the mainland.

The pond was covered with thick planks and pillows in bright colors lay on top. This was where the Nubian would perform with the sex slaves that would arrive with him later in the afternoon. Laixa and I were in charge of setting up the surrounding area for the guests. We had pillows and a low table set around the atrium making sure the guests would have a good view wherever they sat. Oil lamps were placed on shelves on the walls together with incense.

In the kitchen, Paulus and his slaves worked hard preparing all the food and drink that would be served. I smiled when I saw the water girls and remembered my time as one of them.

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Domina and Dominus stood in the front yard when the first guests arrived. Laixa and I stood a couple of feet behind them ready to help with anything that might be needed.

The first to arrive was the magistrate of the island, a man in his fifties with white hair and a long lean body. His wife who stepped down after him was a short round woman a few years younger. Both were dressed in white togas with a red sash around their waists. Domina and Dominus saluted them and then ushered them inside for refreshments while they stayed outside waiting for the next wagon.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

About two hours later all the guests had arrived but not the Nubian and his sex slaves. I was dying to see him so when Laixa and I were told to go and check on Paulus in the kitchen I pulled her aside.

“Where is he?”

She giggled. “Is your flower so eager to take him in its folds that you can’t wait?”

“Oh, stop it. I know your petals are moist like a flower in the early morning dew.”

“You are right, they are, but I can’t help you. He will arrive when he arrives. I’m sure he will make a spectacular entrance.”

We found Paulus in the kitchen where he was screaming at the other slaves, water, and wine girls and there was chaos with pots, pans everywhere.

“Can we help?” I asked.

“On Jupiter’s cock, I swear Domina and Dominus have the stupidest slaves in the country.” He turned to a young man standing by the wild boar being roasted. “Add more wine and nuts, you idiot, and keep turning, or he will burn.”

I kissed Paulus and fondled his cock a little. “Calm down, or you will explode.”

His cock grew hard in my hand and he sighed. “You are right as always my little flower.” His hand found my petals and he slid a finger inside me.

“You are wet, what have you and Laixa been up to?”

We both laughed and Laixa said, “Not I, rather our young friend is like a bitch in heat and the Nubian is what is making her so.”

Paulus took his hand away and his face was that of concern. “You are not thinking of him mounting you?”

I blushed, “Yes I am.”

“No, no, please don’t. He can damage you forever and make your flower so lose a baby would fall right out of you.”

I laughed. “Don’t worry, I can handle him.”

He looked at Laixa who put a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll take care and help her.”

“Okay, now, both of you, get out of here, I have work to do.”

When we entered the atrium we split up and walked among the guests making sure that their cups were full and that they were comfortable. Some sat and others lay on the pillows and groups had formed along the walls. The anticipation of the coming spectacle was high and I heard both women and men speak in low whispers of what to expect.

I had almost arrived at the far end where I would meet Laixa when there was a commotion in the front yard. I headed that way and as I arrived Laixa came up behind me.

“Is it him?” she said.

We watched as a large wagon drawn by four white stallions arrive and stop. It was dark now and in the flames from the torches held by slaves and in holders on the wall, I saw a small man get out of the wagon.

He dusted off his tunic and while he did a group of people had formed behind us.

“Noblemen and women, I am Romulus, the owner of the Nubian, famous for his large cock. No normal woman can take him, therefore I bring to you four of the most exotic and beautiful women in all lands so you can, with your own eyes, watch as the Nubian ravishes them.”

A silence fell and the air stood still. Romulus opened the wagon door and I held my breath. Out stepped the largest man I had ever seen. He towered over Romulus who looked like a child next to him. He was black as night and his teeth and the whites of his eyes glowed in the night. His skin was oiled and I could see every muscle in his perfect body.

“I am the Nubian, and here is my cock you have all been waiting for.” His voice was deep and rolled like thunder.

He flipped up his loincloth and a gasp went through the crowd. My knees went weak and I put a hand on Laixa’s shoulder for support.

“That is not of this earth,” I mumbled.

“I think you are right,” she whispered back.

The cock in front of us was thick as a child’s arm and hung almost halfway down the Nubian’s thigh. The bulbous cock head was gleaming in the night as the flames reflected on the soft skin.

When he stepped to the side the shaft swung like a pendulum. It was hard to take my eyes off it but I forced myself to do it because his sex slaves were coming out.

The first was a blond girl who could have been my sister. Her golden locks bounced on her shoulder and down her back. She only wore a loincloth and her boobs were ripe with small pink nipples.

“I am Halex, from the Germanic tribes.” Her voice was soft and childlike.

Next was a black woman, tall, slender with a fine nose and black eyes. “I am Talex, from Carthage.”

An older girl who reminded me of Laixa followed her. Raven black hair hung down her back and her olive skin shone in the light. Her face was angular with deep-set black eyes that had been sooted.

“I’m Kalexa, from Syria.”

The last girl to step out was a redhead. Taller than the others, her body was chiseled with muscles and she almost looked manly. Her heavy boobs sat high on her chest and her gaze was that of someone who was not afraid. What caught my attention was that her pale skin was full of little red dots, her face arms, chest, and most of her tummy were full of them.

“I’m Jenax, from Britannica.”

I leaned in closer to Laixa. “What’s wrong with her skin?”

“Nothing, those are called freckles and are common in people from the far north. In the sun it seems that they become multiply. She could put her mouth on my flower any day,” whispered Laixa in my ear and giggled.

Dominus and Domina made their way through the crowd and saluted Romulus first and then walked along the line starting with the Nubian. Domina’s hand reached out and when she grabbed his shaft she shrieked. “By Jupiter, I need both hands to reach around his shaft.”

The people applauded while she and her husband went from sex slave to sex slave inspecting their bodies. They both touched and squeezed boobs and asses, nodding and cooing.

When Domina went past Laixa and me she said, “Girls, are you pleased?”

“Yes, Domina,” we said in unison.

“Good, go and get yourselves ready. I will speak with Romulus so he can introduce you at the right moment.”