the Senator’s wife and the gladiators (fm:group, 3525 words)

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As the sensations gripped her, Claudia's hand tightened around her attendee's hair, fingers clamping her pretty young face to her mistress' convulsing mound, hips bucking wildly.

"You said, yes, gladiators?" Claudia released a final gasp, hand easing up to let the obedient and ever attentive wench speak.

"I did, mistress. Big, strong, fierce ones. Or so I heard."

A short while later, body momentarily satisfied, Claudia, dressed in a white robe with gold edging, held in place by an ornate gold clasp and a gold flecked coiled rope sash, one that tied at the side, the ends of which hung down, wandered through the city, passing shops selling wares along the way, anything from fresh fruit and vegetables to the finest clothes her husband's Denarii could buy, as she made her way to the gladiatorial staging area.

The smell of sweat and hay became ever more pungent to Claudia's nostrils the closer she got. In truth, the odour was quite manly to her. It excited her in ways that Verilius never could and as she stared at the big, strong fierce muscular brutes, the first of several tears of arousal made their way down Claudia's lithe humid thighs.

In all, there were six gladiators in the practice yard, Claudia observed. A small wooden fenced in area compared to that of the arena where they would later be taken. There to put on a display of their combatant skills for the audience, one made up of Latium's citizens - men and women, the vast majority, though, being women.

Of the men, five were white in complexion, each one armed with a wooden sword. Four of them duelled in pairs while the fifth faced off against a dark, chocolate-coloured skinned brute armed with a long pole and a net. When he later entered the arena, he would be carrying a trident. A long iron pole with three short vertical prongs at the end, each one tipped with an arrowhead.

As Claudia gazed at the men, head lost in her erotic thoughts, her fingers, hand at head height, idly stroked the bark of the nearest pole, almost as if they were stroking a warm firm cock.

‘Oh my,' she lusted to herself, nipples firm beneath her robe, enough to swell her breasts, while south of them her pussy flooded with an outrageous desire and need to be taken roughly by the brutes her eyes were fixed upon, in particular, the tall heavy set dark-skinned warrior.

She bemoaned the moment their practice session ended, possibly the last for three of them, depending on the crowd's baying for blood later on.

Until then, after lunch, as it would be, Claudia contented herself with the attention of her two man servants, one filling her mouth with his ample cock while the other ploughed her soaking wet pussy from behind, each one providing Claudia with a refreshing protein drink of their creamy hot cum.

Dressed in their gladiatorial uniform, one that, for the soon-to-be sword bearing combatants, consisted of a protective helmet with openings from the eyes to the cheekbones, a sleeveless leather tunic, a short leather skirt and calf-length boots that tied at the knees, while the trident-wielding warrior, in contrast, wore a more obtrusive mesh-like helmet, one that covered his entire face, they were escorted to a holding area at the periphery of the arena. There to wait and be armed before being led along a corridor to the actual arena itself.

There was a good crowd awaiting their arrival. And as the first pair of gladiators, each one armed with a sword and wooden shield, entered the arena, the midday sun shone on their helmets.

As usual, Claudia was sat in her cushioned seat, her handmaiden stood by her side and back aways.

"Oh, my," Claudia exclaimed when her eyes fell on them. Dressed as they were, they looked even fiercer than before, a shiver of excitement making its way up her spine.

‘What they could do to me, for me,' she harboured lustful thoughts as they took up a position, one gladiator facing the other in readiness to put on a performance for the crowd, while the performance that filled Claudia's head saw her naked and in between them.

Every loud clash of iron that resounded around the huge auditorium was greeted by cheers and whoops of excitement from the crowd. Conversely, every dull thud of iron on wood resulted in a disquieted ‘Ooo', while the sound of iron grazing or cutting flesh brought gasps from the women and ‘Hurrahs' ' from the men baying for blood.

Each time, two men entered, but only one left the arena alive.

It wasn't long until the three victorious gladiators - two swordsmen and the trident bearer - were soon back in their menial quarters, there to get cleaned up and have any wounds dressed.

Being the senator's wife had its privileges, one of which, understandably, was the freedom of the city. Without further ado, Claudia dismissed her handmaiden and then set about making the short journey to where the trio of valiant gladiators were stationed.

"Lady Pompis," the guard nodded in recognition of her, opening an iron gate that would lead her down a dark corridor, at the end of which she would find the three muscular gladiators; two white the other dark-skinned.

Light on her feet, Claudia strolled along the corridor, one lit only by the flickering flame from an occasional torch. She felt a cocktail of excitement and nerves both fill her body and become ever more noticeable the closer she got to the room at the far end.

Likewise, her nipples throbbed for attention, rough hands on them, each one rolling, pulling and agonizingly squeezing until she came. In essence, she was almost there, her pussy, lightly covered by a curtain of jet black hairs, awash with the need to be pounded into oblivion by the trio of gladiators; she couldn't wait and hurried the last several steps to be in their company.

She encountered yet another guard just inside the room where a blond-haired wench was sat bathing Flavius' wounds ahead of applying a bandage to his arm.

"Leave us," Claudia ordered and was soon alone with the victorious gladiators. As the wench made her way towards her, though, Lady Pompis took a purse from a pocket in her robe and pressed 10 Denarii into her hand.

She settled where the wench had been sat and commenced bathing Flavius. She sensed his warmth coupled with noticing the bulge of his muscled arm as she held his wrist.

"My, you're a strong, brave one," she uttered melodically before dropping his arm and picking up the bandage, which she rolled and secured tightly around his triceps.

Claudia turned her attention to the remaining two gladiators and soon had their flesh wounds bathed and bandaged.

"You know why I am here," she stated, stood up, waiting.

As if as one, the three fearsome gladiators stood up and almost crowded around Claudia. She felt their heat overwhelm her and trembled at what was to come, her, and in a short space of time.

The Senator's wife watched with bated breath as they made short work of unclasping and untying her robe, which fell to the straw carpeted floor around her ankles, leaving Claudia stood there, naked and vulnerable yet wanting.

She so wanted to be taken roughly by them. Used as they might have done the blond-haired wench. To be fed their cocks down her throat, deep inside her dripping wet pussy and fucked mercilessly until they gave of their all.

It was the ebony-skinned gladiator, Tobius, who grasped Claudia's arms at her sides before pulling her wrists back. He held them together tightly as Flavius reached out his hands and mauled her offered shapely firm breasts.

Claudia gasped at his roughness, one that was only to be expected from such an uncouth uneducated brute, but she wouldn't have or want it any other way, her pussy soon flooding as she came.

Her climax was helped and facilitated by Gius, the third gladiator, pawing at her pussy, his middle finger slowly and meticulously stroking along her groove, before immersing it deep inside at the point of total bliss.

In effect, he used his single firm finger to hold her up. Claudia, though, responded, her body, that is, by flexing up-and-down it, the tip of his finger stimulating her sweet spot.

Finished. They abruptly pushed Claudia, body still convulsing and shaking from the aftershocks, down to the ground, each warrior glaring at her as she set about releasing his cock.

"I'm impressed. Really, I am," she smiled at what hung between each of the gladiator's strong firm thighs. That, however, was the last thing she audibly said for the next 10 minutes as her mouth was used, plundered and ravaged by one big long gladiator's cock after the other, while more was sure to come later.

At one point, and in her eagerness to get as much of the cock she was taking down her throat as she possibly could, Claudia held the backs of the gladiator's thighs and thrashed her head forward, taking his commanding, controlling hand with her each time.

Shortly, thereafter, she found herself sat on a bed. One that was far below the standard that she was used to and her villa was furnished with. She had a leg over each side, pussy open wide as Flavius used her mouth yet again.

To Claudia's delight, though, it was a warm wet tongue rather than a warm slick firm cock she felt brush her lips. She moaned and groaned around Flavius' shaft as the tongue licked her folds exquisitely, the sound sending a humming thrill along it, matched by her ever agile tongue.

Fingers toyed with her nipples. They rolled, squeezed and pulled, adding to the whirlpool of sensations her body felt and succame to, her liberally wet cunt flooding in unbridled unashamed ecstasy.

Gasping for air, Claudia's mouth empty, they turned her over onto her hands and knees. She looked up at them as they gazed down at her. It was primal, as if stalking her like prey about to be devoured while the only devouring would be done by her own body.

She uttered two words, which loosely translated as ‘Fuck me.'

"Not yet. Soon," came Flavius' response, a smile on his face as he strolled behind her, leaned down and dusted each of Lady Pompis' ass cheeks, bringing a high-pitched gasp from her each time.

With two hands on her ass, he spread her cheeks wide and open, studying her glistening wet pink folds before pointing his tongue inside.

She tasted like...?

Whatever it was, it was sweet, and he was soon eating out her insides while Gius stroked her firmed-up clit and she got another taste of Tobius' ebony rod, in particular, its swollen head deep down inside her throat.

Naturally, it was only proper that he should also get a taste of her pussy, only it wasn't enough for him, his agile tongue tip washing over Claudia's ass to her utter surprise and blissful delight. She was so enjoying it, his overall attention, that she reached back her right hand and placed her fingers, firmly on his bald head as she bucked, writhed and wriggled her hips.

Following that, his mouth drenched in Claudia's outpouring, his puffy lips festooned with her honey juices, he drew himself up, dragged her ass cheeks apart and aimed his rigid black muscle at her pouting hole.

"Yes!" Claudia gasped and shrieked as that big long black dick of his was rammed deep inside her soaking wet pussy. Tobius didn't stop until he felt the sensations of her damp black hairs bristle his cum-filled balls. He was balls deep inside Lady Pompis' cunt and he growled loudly when he felt her wet inner warmth take ownership of his entire cock.

He left it there. Gius stood before her, hands on his hips, which he flexed and held forward, the tip of his dick pointing invitingly at her warm flushed face.

He, likewise, growled when Claudia reached up her right hand and cupped his balls, hand and fingers directing the head at her mouth and lips, which she hungrily opened over the tip.

Gius rested his fingers on Claudia's hair as he smirked down at her. He had little need to urge her down his shaft, what with the forcefulness with which Tobius was fucking her, more than enough to smack against her body and propel her forward, all the way to the hilt of Gius' cock, time and again.

Their rhythm was perfect. More so that of Tobius as Flavius got in on the act by sucking one drooping nipple while rolling and torturing the other.

Claudia quickly felt the sensations intensify when Tobius, sensing she was close from the spasms around his black dick, reached his right hand between her humid thighs and brought his fingers and thumb up to stroke her distended nub.

She came not long after. Her body bucked wildly back on Tobius' inert cock, her pussy both bathing while coating his black dick in her essence, leaving behind a creamy white snail-like trail of her fluids, her cum, along it he noticed from the contrast - white on black.

They promptly switched up on her - Flavius filling her convulsing wet pussy while Tobius presented Lady Pompis with his dick for her to clean.

She smiled at what she saw and promptly ran her tongue along the top of Tobius' black dick, only to be offered the underside to clean as well, and all while Flavius fucked her with a slow and methodical rhythm.

Soon she was once more moaning around a cock, only, this time, she found herself tasting her sweet pussy juices on it and all while Flavius massaged her inner folds with the back-and-forth momentum of his hip swings.

She groaned and moaned with each sublime brush of his cockhead on her sweet spot. The sensation of which prompted Claudia to push back on him, hands braced firmly on the bed, as she felt another climax well up inside her body.

They fucked her and filled her holes. There was no limit to their debauchery and it sent Lady Pompis sublimely hurtling over the edge.

The explosion of Claudia's orgasm tore through her entire body. Her pussy throbbed and clenched around Flavius' pulsating shaft. The heat and wetness between her thighs spilt out from her cunt, out along his throbbing shaft.

She came endlessly, the pleasure pulsing out all over her body until it felt as though she was drowning in it.

Claudia could not formulate a single word anymore. She was cresting on a wave of pure blissful pleasure, taking her from one giddy height to the next.

Then it happened. Without warning, the fiercely rutting gladiators exploded inside her - Flavius in her convulsing pussy while Tobius flooded her mouth with stream after stream of his potent black cum juice, which Claudia ever eagerly swallowed down her throat, its heat warming her tummy.

With them spent that just left the third gladiator, Gius.

He took Claudia's trembling body in his arms, lifting her up in the air, as if she was weightless in his strong muscular arms, before bringing her down on his thick long rigid cock.

Like the others, he, too, growled at the warmth of Lady Pompis' pussy sliding down his pulsating length. He took it slow to begin with, hands on the backs of her shoulders supporting her upper body, while Claudia, for her part, had her legs entwined around his waist hands at the back of his head.

"Yes," she urged, feeling him flex his hips back before thrusting his cock deep inside her cunt.

He made her cum once in that position, helped by Claudia unabashedly reaching a hand down between their rutting bodies and openly stroking her clit.

Gius was fired up after that, and he soon dropped Claudia's upper body back onto the bed while remaining inside her.

With a swift movement of his hands, her legs were resting on his shoulders.

"Fuck me," she enjoined in her native tongue, and fuck her he did, sending Claudia over the edge for a second and third time.

He then stood up and manhandled her to her knees on the straw covered floor. She knew exactly what was expected of her and she took a hold of his cum-slick cock and ran her soft warm wet tongue over and around it.

He growled like a wounded animal when she took his big long cock back inside her mouth. It soothed him in someway, her lips cruising along his cock, urging him to cum.

When Gius was ready to spill his seed, he placed a firm hand on her forehead, keeping Claudia there as he flooded her mouth with his first molten offering, fingers stroking the length of his shaft.

He eased back and with some careful aiming, creamed her face with his second eruption before stroking off a final third, which he aimed, perfectly, at her creamy white tits.

"Thank you. All of you," Claudia smiled as she drew a finger through the messy goo before feeding it to her mouth.

She did, though, take great pleasure in smearing Gius' third load over her tits and body as she sucked the dregs of his cum from him with a contented smile on her face; after which, she got dressed and melodically hummed a tune of contentment as she made her way home.

The End.

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Hook writes Thu 19 Sep 2024 23:18:

Could use a better ending. Do the gladiators die? Does she care? Is she pregnant? Does word of her activities get to her husband?

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