In a warm autumn of 200 BC, a young woman slipped through the streets of Rome. The cool air buzzed with life, as the proud Roman citizens were enjoying a harvest bounty. Nobody noticed a figure slip through the crowds and out to the courthouse. Here, in times of peace, a government was never settled.
Decia Grateus had been taken from her Italian homeland and raised to be a spy for the Roman empire. Her work traded hands and in the end, she proved good at it. The woman walked into the halls with no resistance. Even the city guard can’t stay away from free food.
She slipped into the bathhouse. Decia knew his routine now. This was the time to squeeze some information. Lucius Vitalus was a senator for an opposing party, one filled with a hate that would crumble Rome. A veteran of war, information couldn’t be tortured out of him. Free from his war, Decia could see he put a little weight on his muscle, and sat with his eyes closed on a marble slab in front of a firepit. The man was balding, a bit overweight, and wearing a traditional summer toga.
She slipped in quietly, her footsteps still waking up a former soldier.
“Who are you? Where are my guards?” He said, scrambling to get up. No weapons or armor lay nearby. Why would they? The courthouse was not a place of war.
Decia slipped off her robe. It made a quiet pile on the ground, leaving behind a gorgeous woman with light olive skin. A neat mole freckled her left breast, both of which were hanging like heavy and ripe fruit. She walked with each leg in front of another.
“Senator Vitalus.” She said slowly, stopping a few feet from where he had froze.
“Er, yes?” He said, looking her over with hungry eyes. Decia was a spy willing to go any distance. She bent her legs and slipped down onto her knees, letting her legs splay out. She felt the cold marble on her labia, sending shivers up her skin. Her long dark hair hung on each side of her face with Egyptian style. Decia looked up at him with her eyes.
“Tell me about Antonius Cornelius.” She said very quietly, so nobody could overhear. She knew, he knew, and the tension between them was high. Lucius squirmed, caught between somewhere he wanted to be and somewhere he didn’t.
“I can’t… bribery, dare. The Senate will hear of no bribes.” He said, sounding completely defeated instead. Decia shrugged, and leaned in. The spy unfolded his toga and grabbed his penis, which was growing in her hand. The thick man had a matching member. Thoroughly surprised.
Decia opened her mouth, salivating, and took the tip of him in it. Her tongue bristled, tasting his cock and feeling the way his skin felt in her mouth. The senator let out a gasp of air. She kept the tip of his penis in her mouth as she leaned in some.
The spy guided his hand. Lucius’ fingers found her firm and heavy breasts, and began to knead at them. Feeling good, Decia dove her head down further and found the thickness of his cock to be hard to swallow. Especially as he grew more hard in her mouth. She gagged a little, and Lucius paused for a moment. Taking that as a sign, his hand slipped away from teasing her breast.
Instead she could feel the three rings on his hand rub against the back of her head. The senator settled his fat ass down into the marble, leaning back. Unable to pull away, Decia breathed in as much as she could before his hand pulled down on her head and forced his thick and tasty cock further down her throat. She gagged and coughed but swallowed, feeling the head bristle the inside of her neck. She put both her hands on the cold marble floor to steady herself.
Lucius let go of the push but kept his big hand curled in the hair on the back of her head. It felt good to have his hand guiding her as Decia went back to bobbing and sucking on his cock. She could taste his precum slime on her tongue and sunk her head in. The senator helped her swallow his fat cock.
“Yeah, there you go. You want to bribe me?” He said with a gluttonous zeal, and began to buck his hips. Decia had no choice but to let him facefuck her, spit wildly swinging all over her and his hairy, thick legs. His cock was like a siege machine thrusting in and out of her throat. Decia gagged and let the sound just run out as he pumped her. She had no idea he was going to be so vicious. He pulled off, and she gasped for air, choking on saliva.
“By gods…” Decia gasped, as Lucius dragged his wet penis all over her face. Marked by her saliva and his scent, she was terribly aroused and she opened her mouth again. Lucius guided his dick back inside of her mouth and grabbed her head again. His rings hurt as he squeezed and his big hand made her feel like a slave who had to choke on cock.
She could only make harsh gagging sounds as he pumped her. Decia constantly kissed his hairy crotch as he squeezed the sides of her head with his thighs. She pulled her head off and took another breath of life, the stars running from her sight. She stroked his slippery, fat cock as she kissed it with inflamed lips. Her hand worked him with speed and force, the senator moving and twisting like a man who is about to seed.
“Tell me about Antonius Cornelius.” She said quietly, interspersed by the wet smacking of his head slipping between her hand and back again. He was breathing harshly. Decia wanted information but she also wanted him to come.
“Okay!” He squirmed, clearly on the edge. “Cornelius plots against the Senate! He seeks to murder the General for f-f-f-” whatever he was going to say was interrupted. Decia quickly moved and swallowed his cock whole, allowing him to grab her head as he bucked his hips. She could feel his thick cock pulsing with her tongue as he gave her seed down her throat.
He pulled himself out like a sword from a dying man, and Decia coughed, her throat raw. She stood up with her information, and grabbed her robe. Mounting the man in a sexy fashion, he looked up slowly to see her cut his throat.
Dressed in her robe, she escaped quickly, having accomplished sex, intrigue, and murder within the last five minutes. Decia slipped into the night, eager to report her news. The harvest went on and nobody was any wiser. Rome’s glory lived on.
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