E is for Education

 

Entering the gates of heaven, that’s what this sloppy irrumatio was. Effortlessly passing through Giulia’s oil-covered lips and into her throat. Her big mouth was made for throat fucking. Irrumo ergo sum, I facefuck therefore I am.

Arlinus tied the slave’s hands behind her back. He wrapped her dark blonde hair around his fist, the same way Claudia did when she brushed it, and held Giulia’s head in place. There will be a time when he will guide her in proper fellatio, though not today. Today he will have his way with her mouth at his own pace, slow and forceful, deep and relentless. She had no gag reflex and a jaw that opened wide, but every time he would thrust all the way into her throat and cut off the oxygen, she thrashed like a caught fish, with panic in her eyes. Arlinus would ease out, without his phallus leaving her mouth, just to give her a brief respite, before reconvening his deliberate assault on his new toy.

Os impurum, a filthy mouth, what a bunch of bollocks. Giulia’s was os divinum, a divine mouth, inexperienced and fresh; her teeth would occasionally catch his foreskin and get reprimanded with a sharp slap on her cheek, already flushing red. He punished her before for thrashing too much. The silent language worked. Arlinus bit on his own finger and waved ‘no’ to her face, and the woman nodded.

An eager student, hushed by his cock in her mouth, she sucked her cheeks in to swallow the mix of pre-cum and saliva and looked up at her new master. Was she high from lack of oxygen or overstimulation, but these big, tear-filled eyes the color of emerald, showed no fear in them or panic, but only a desire to please.

Arlinus paused in awe and called on his darkest war nightmares to keep himself from exploding in her mouth. He wouldn’t trade it, not for anything, not even for the skilled whores of Pompeii or Babylon.