Young master returns (closed for me and sexy_curves)

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Gaius Taracius was still just a boy when he joined the XIth Legion to campaign in Hispania. There he trained hard, and fought hard. Being of noble birth, and considerable wealth, he rose through the ranks, ending the campaign as an assistant to the general himself. It was a good run, although a hard one. When he was half of the world away, Gaius received news of his old father's tragic death. News spread slowly back then, and by the time he found out, it has been many months since the funeral pyre took place.

He remembered that day distinctly. It was when he stopped being a boy and started being a man, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, for he was now the sole master of the family, its estate, its reputation, everything. Connections made on the campaign and glory earned there would go a long way to establishing himself, as would the old friends of his fathers. But that was business, and now, coming back to the large suburban villa after an 8-year absense, he didn't want to think about this.

The whole population of his estate came to meet him, family, friends, slaves and freedmen - all. They had last seen him as an energetic boy, naive and idealistic, full of determination to fight and win, to uphold the family honor. Now they saw a man coming back - darker from years under the Spanish sun, wide in the shoulders, muscular, lean, clad in shiny armor and riding upon a beautiful, strong battlehorse.

They had changed too, he noticed. Some new people were in the crowd, some familiar faces were now older, and others... others... His breath nearly caught in his throat when he saw a young woman in the crowd: shiny hair, gorgeous eyes, large, full breasts that swelled under the simple tunic she wore, a tiny waist, and then full, flaring hips. His cock stirred just from one look at her. Could this really be that very same little girl he used to play with?!

The greetings took a while, but once everybody had a chance to touch him, say a few words, they quickly proceeded inside, where a grand party took place. It was late into the night, and after some good wine, that Gaius finally excused himself. He made his way to the tiny room, which used to belong to the little girl he played with, and now found a woman there. He closed the door behind himself and admired her forms on her single bed.

 

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Atilia was born a slave, born into the Taracuis estate. The master of the estate was kind, not forcing her into work until she was a teenager. She was allowed to play with Gaius, his son who was 6 years older than she was. They spent hours together in the court yard, playing and running around.

Then, when she was 10, Gaius left to join the Xith Leigon to campaign in Hispania. She felt lost without him. Her parents were always working, as they were slaves, and she was not yet allowed by the master to work because of her age.

For the 8 years he was gone, she grew, began working for her master and mistress, and tried putting Gaius out of her mind. Her master died suddenly and they sent word to Gaius. It was months before they heard from him, and prepaired for his arrival home.

The day he was to return, they all dressed and went to wait at the gates of the estate. Atilia dressed in a plain white tunic and sandles. Her golden blonde hair flowing strait down her back. Everyone in the estate watched for his arrival as he rode up to into the courtyard. She looked at him, hardly recognizing him, his bronze skin, his muscles, He was no longer the young boy she grew with, but a man, the new master of the estate.

They moved into the banquette hall, for his feast, and remained there late into the night. As people began leaving, Atilia returned to her quarters, sitting on the edge of her bed, her back to the door. She removed the simple jewelry she was wearing and her sandles. She sat there thinking back to when she was younger and she played with the man who had returned today. How much he had changed since then; had she changed that much too? Was it simply because she had been there the entire time and he had been gone for so long. She had just turned 18, he was 24. Why did their age seem so different now.

As she thought, she heard the door open, and looked to see who it was. She gasped, surpised to see Gauis standing in her room, wearing an extravagant red toga. She stood, facing him.

“Hello master. How has your first night back home been?” she asked somewhat nervously

 

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When she turned around, Atilia looked even more beautiful. Her large, feminine breasts jumped as she gasped and turned quickly, bouncing under the thin, white fabric of her tunic. On it, he saw the clear outline of her nipples, as the fabric clung to her skin, slightly lubricated by a thin film of sweat that came from the day's work around the house. A simple, rope-like belt hugged her small waist, making the bottom of the tunic flare around her beautifully full hips. And that face! Framed by the gold of her hair, it was a pretty face simlar to that of the girl he knew, but now it was beautiful in a feminine way, arousing, her full lips making him want to press his own against them.

"Come here," he smiled softly, opening his arms. He embraced her, holding her against his toga-clad body, caressing her back and shoulders, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her hair.

"Everything is different," he answered her question. "The same as I left it, and yet different. And I am different too." He sighed, then pulled her back a little to look into her eyes.

"You are different, too, Little," he used her childhood's teasing name he used to call her by. His hand caressed her hair, then her cheek, then down further. He ran it around the large, round swell of her breast, petting it softly, then down to her waist. "You are not so little anymore," he smiled, and in that smile his care mixed with desire were shining.

"You're a beautiful woman now, Atilia," he told her, softly holding her a little closer. "And I always liked you. Show me what I was missing all these years."

 

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Atilia walked towards him. Wrapping her arms around him. His chest muscular even through his toga. He was taller than she was, she stood only as tall as his shoulders. She inhaled his smell of the perfumed toga he was presented with as he returned.

she stood with him, his arms wrapped around her as he spoke. "Nothing feels like it used to Master. You are different. You're grown, and you're my master now, no longer a play mate in the court yard." She stepped back as they looked into eachother's eyes.

She blushed as he called her Little, his childhood name for her. she shivered as he ran his hands through her hair, down her cheek, around her breasts, and placed his hands on her waist. "I'm still little compared to you sir" she said, looking up into his eyes. "you look so much like your father did sir"

Atilia blushed "Sir I'm not beautiful, I'm simply a house slave. There are many women far more beautiful than I."

"And I always liked you. Show me what I was missing all these years."

She blushed again. "Sir, I'm not sure I understand?" she said still looking in his eyes

 

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A small, but honest smile lit Gaius' face when she said she found him similar to his late father. It was a great compliment for a good Roman, who had among his aims the important goal of maintaining the reputation of the family and the cult of ancestors. Now he was compared to a glorified, no longer living ancestor; it was almost like being compared to a god.

"Thank you, baby," he smiled. "I only hope that I can be as wise and great a man as my ancestors were."

She blushed at his request. Was the blush because he said he liked her, or did she understand what he was asking of her and did not want to do it? It must have been the former, he thought. She was so innocent, and beautiful. She must still be a virgin, he realized. He would have to be gentle. It will be so hard, with the kind of appetite he had then.

He slowly caressed her arms, shoulders, hair, held her chin up with his hand gently.

"You are my slave now, and must obey me in everything," he said, "but you are also a great girl I knew for a very long time, and you knew me." He wanted to say something else, but there weren't the right words. Instead, he just pulled her in slowly, and claimed her lips for a long, soft kiss, caressing her lips with his, not tonguing her like whore despite his arousal and sexual hunger, but softly telling her with his lips what he couldn't with words.

When their lips parted, she had to be understanding him.

"I still want to play with you, Little," he smiled. "Now that we are older, our games are different." His hands carefully unfastened the rope that held her tunic on her waist and dropped it aside. The thin fabric now hung on her, held only by its weight.

"Take your tunic off for me," he said, running his hands from her waist down over her hips until he reached the hem of her clothes, then up along her skin, caressing her thighs under the clothes.

 

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“You’re welcome sir. You already are a great man sir. Returning to your home from your position of great power in the military to take over your father’s estate”

His hand gently held her chin as he looked into her eyes. She looked back, seeing strength, lust, power, and the same eyes that she had looked into as a young girl.

“Yes sir, I am your slave, and I intend on obeying your every command.” He pulled her to him slowly, kissing her lovingly, gently, not passionately, but deeply loving. This kiss exchanged words and emotions neither of them could voice to each other. After a long kiss, he softly pushed her away. She knew what he had meant, and was nervous. She was still a Virgin, unsure of what do to.

"I still want to play with you, Little," he smiled. "Now that we are older, our games are different."

“Yes sir” she said smiling nervously as he untied the rope belt holding her tunic at her waist, casting it aside. The fabric of her tunic hanging strait on her body.

“yes sir” she whispered as she moved her hands to the hem of her tunic, slowly pulling it off. Standing in just her simple cloth undergarments, she felt nervous, yet excited, her body longing for his touch.

 

[Wolk]

Gaius' eyes drank in the sight of a beautiful young woman undressing for him. He watched hungrily as the cloth was lifted, brushing over her pointed nipples, revealing big, ivory orbs of soft erotic flesh to his gaze.

"Oh, Atilia!" He grinned. "You have grown!"

He reached up with his strong firm hands, finding her breasts, and began exploring her body, fondling the soft, sensitive flesh. He watched her face, loving the changes that came reflecting on it from his palms slowly massaging her chest.

"You have very big breasts, Atilia," he noted, looking back into her eyes. Then he explained it further, to leave her no doubts: "They are beautiful."

He kept on playing with her breasts, exploring her nipples now, marveling at their sensitivity as he pulled, twisted and pinched the pretty, brown things. He grew more and more excited as he did it, his breathing increasing, eyes filling with almost pure lust. For a moment, he let go of her breast, moving his hand down along her abs, to grab and caress her between the legs, but found an annoyingly restricting piece of fabric there.

"Your underwear, Little," he breathed out passionately. "Take it off. Lay on the bed and open your legs."

With that he let her go for a minute, working quickly to remove his own undergarments, unpin his toga and unwrap it off his bronze, muscular, scar-crossed body. Once undressed, he approached the bed, standing less than a foot from her, his full, hard, completely erect cock sticking out like a spear above her. He took her hand and placed it onto his hot, rigid pole, looking down into her eyes.

 

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Atilia blushed at Gaius' remark. He moved closer to her, caressing her breasts, lightly squeezing and kneeding the flesh. Her eyes locked with his, her breathes deep. Biting her lip ad he fondled her.

"You have very big breasts, Atilia, They are beautiful." Her master said to her.
"Thank you sir" she replied quietly.

She wimpered in pleasure and pain as he began pinching and pulling at her pink nipples. His hands moving down her body over her abs, rubbing his hands against her underwear.

Atilia swallowed nervously. "yes master" she said obediantly as she removed the piece of cloth, walking over to he bed laying on her back bending her knees, her legs spread.

She watched him as he removed his red toga, his body bronze from the sun, muscular from the training and battle, scarrs across his body. He came to the bed, taking her hand, placing it on his cock. She looked up into his eyes, her body trembling slightly, she moved her hand slowly up and down his cock.

 

[Wolk]

His breath grew heavier as her gentle small hand caressed his full member, running up and down its mighty length. The touch was so incredibly pleasant, even for her inexperience, and amplified by his lack of feminine attention and her charming innocense.

Gaius grunted and reached down for her firm tits once again, kneading them with his big palm while she gave him a slow, tentative handjob.

"Have you had a man enter you before, Atilia?" He asked, already knowing the answer. It made his blood rush to know he was going to be breaking her beautiful body in, training her however he pleased to be the perfect lover for his bed only.

He slipped into the bed with her, continuing to caress her body, letting her stroke his cock, which was now rubbing and pressing against her stomach. He felt up her buttocks, her thighs, caressed her back and shoulders, kissed her neck, and finally slipped his hand between her legs over the full, softly tickling bush of sexy hairs and onto her pussy. Her untamed beaver turned him on as much as her large breasts and wide, beautiful hips. It signified that she was a woman and not a girl, that she was ready to lay with him, to squirm and scream under him, to jump on top of him, impaling her sex onto his hot, hard cock.

His eyes sparkling, Gaius got on top of her and claimed her lips for another kiss. This time it was a deep, lustful, claiming kiss, which told the pretty slave she was going to be taken by her master any moment now, for his lust that showed in the kiss was beyond the point of no return.

"Look at me, baby," Gaius told her as he aligned his throbbing member with her feminine flower. He wanted to watch her face when he took her innocense.

"Ahhh!" With a firm, steady push, he entered her wonderfully tight pussy. Stopping only for a moment at her membrane, Gaius then thrusted ahead with more force, breaking through it like a ram breaks through city gates, opening its riches to the victor's plundering. Now, he had her to plunder for his pleasure, and the plundering was going to go all night long.

"Now you are a woman," he told her, pausing for a while after her broke in to give her time to settle down and get used to his size inside of her. "At first you will bear the pain for my pleasure, and then you will learn to enjoy the act." He smiled at her. "It's OK to moan and yelp. I even like it better if you do. Let me hear everything my cock is making you feel."

 

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"Have you had a man enter you before, Atilia?" He asked.

"No master, I am still a virgin. Your father was saving me for your return."

He got into the bed, softly rubbing her body, her hand still moving up and down his hard shaft, the head against her stomach.

He bent down, kiaainf her lustfully, a dominant kiss claiming her as his.

"Look at me, baby," Gaius told her

His cock pressing against her virgin pussy. She moaned, her body trembling as he entered her, where no man had ever been within her. He stopped at her virginity, thrusting forcefully breaking through. She whimpered, her body squirming beneathe him.

"Now you are a woman," he told her pausing his thrusts for a moment, so she could learn the sensation of his large cock within her body.

"At first you will bear the pain for my pleasure, and then you will learn to enjoy the act." He smiled at her. "It's OK to moan and yelp. I even like it better if you do. Let me hear everything my cock is making you feel." he told her gently, rubbing her face, removing the hair from her face.

"Yes master" anna whispered, looking into his eyes as he began thrusting slowly in and out of her pussy. her body writhing beneath him, moaning and whimpering in pain, as her body began enjoying the sensation of his body inside of her, her whimpers turned into passionate moans of pleasure.

 

[Wolk]

The tight, wet pussy hugging his rigid invader tightly felt amazingly good. Her moans and cries, which gradually grew louder as he went harder, and changed more and more into yelps of bliss from cries of pain, also added to his pleasure and excitment. When she squirmed, he felt it with every inch of his body, and saw her big, soft breasts move beautifully about, their big, pointed nipples tracing fascinating trajectories before his eyes.

All this only served to turn sex-hungry Gaius more, and before very long he was lost in animal-like lust, no matter how hard he tried to be gentle, keeping in mind that this was her first time. He was groaning and growling, pounding her hard and rough, making cries of pain once again mix in to the symphony of their sex, and making the moans of pleasure more intense than ever before, including, of course, his own, for Atilia's tight no-longer-virgin lovehold made him feel wonders.

He pinned her down to her bed tightly with his muscular body, and proceeded to ravage her somewhat roughly, with intensity growing as he came closer and closer to orgasm. She was his, both by legal ownership, and at that moment also by brute force; she could do nothing but lay open for him on her back, as he took her with the passion of a lion, roaring like one from the feelings that came from their act. For the next half an hour he had her this way, on her back, not doing anything especially creative, but unleashing all the pent up lust and passion that accumulated in him. And also something more that other women wouldn't have made him do and feel, something that came only because the attractive woman under him was the Little he knew back and forth. In a way, for all its roughness and passion, this was almost like lovemaking.

 

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Atilia's tight pussy was gripping Gaius' thick hard cock. As she grew used to the sensation of it, her whimpers of pain began turning into sensual moans of passion. Her body writhing in pleasure, her breasts moving around as she squirmed. Her eyes locked with his. She was glad his father had saved her for him.

She could feel him trying to be gentle, but he had been away for so long, he couldn't help losing himself in an animal-like lust, his hips thrusting his cock deeper into Atilia. her body rising to meet his thrusts. her cries began switching once again to soft whimpers of pain with her moans. Her body was his, legally, symbolically, and by force.

His body pinned her tightly onto the bed. Atilia laying on her back, her legs spread wide. his moans loud and passion filled. Their bodies moving as one, the lust between both of them coming from their sexuality, and the fact that they had spent most of their lives together, knowing eachother, until at least Gaius had left. So much had happened, that she was unaware of, but she could tell by the way he handeled her, he was the same man, but with a different past.

 

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The lust, whipped up further by the welcoming reactions of the woman underneath him, blinded Gaius, shut down his thinking, his emotions. There was only one feeling - lust, one emotion - desire, and one thought - more. Completely uninhibited, he pumped his slave's cunt like a maniac, giving her all she could handle and more, as his muscles, trained by years of life-or-death efforts exploded in a fury of activity, sending the big, thick cock ramming all the way inside of her.

"Yes! Yes! Ohhh, yes! Fuck!" He groaned out, taking her like an animal.

This incredible pumping continued, intensified further and further every second, until finally, he reached the edge, flew over it and fell down along the fantastic rollercoaster of his orgasm. Gaius' head was thrown back, his cock driven all the way inside of her unbelievably tight, wet pussy, making only small bucks back and forth for added stimulation. It spurted shot after abundant shot of his hot, fresh sperm deep inside of her, his heavy balls churning, giving her more than imaginable, literally flooding her pussy with his creamy juice, making it go into every little fold of her sex.

There was something incredibly satisfying Gaius found in pumping his semen inside of her, more than just the orgasm by itself. It was a different kind of pleasure. He was surprised to feel it and tried to analyze why it was there, like a great philosopher would. Could it be that he wanted to get Atilia pregnant? He pondered the thought, looking at her, and found with surprise that he wasn't indifferent to the idea. With that thought he smiled warmly, looking at her, and caressed her cheek, pushing a locke of hair back off it.

"Did I hurt you, Little?" he asked, moving his hips very slowly, just barely rubbing the insides of her tight love canal with his slowly shrinking member.

 

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Atilia's body was being used, completely controled by her master. his hips thrusting his cock deeper into her, his body flexing, his head back as he moaned, almost roared loudly in pleasure. His movements became faster, sharper, until he began to cum inside of her. His cock shooting shot after shot of hot thick cum into her.

She knew she would probably carry his child, knowing he would love the child, and treat it like his, not a slave's baby. She smiled back at him, looking into his eyes as she caressed her cheeks, pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes.

"No Master, you didn't hurt me" she whispered, his movements slowing, their bodies slick with sweat, she put her arms around his neck, longing to be closer to him, even after what they had just done, she wanted to make up for the years he was gone, wanted to know him like she once did.

 

[Wolk]

Gaius kissed her softly on the pretty, softly panting lips. He was happy to hear that she didn't suffer. First times were painful, he heard. His third leg wasn't the smallest out there by far, and she was so wonderfully tight. But he knew he was rather careless this time, and if she was able to take this, then she could take his raw passion in the future. After all, this was what a woman's body was made to withstand. He smiled.

"Good. I want you to feel as much pleasure as I do." It wasn't a normal thing to say to a woman, let alone a slave, and normally Gaius wouldn't have said it. A man would simply take his pleasure, penetrate, violate, be active, and when he is done, he would no longer be concerned about the act or his partner's feelings. Atilia, however, aroused different wishes in him. He found his own pleasure multiplied greatly when she was moaning in ecstasy under him like she just did.

They laid close for a while, talking, catching up on the long times they were apart. It was a slightly odd and different kind of talk now. They weren't just playmates equalled by childhood anymore; now he was the master of the household, and she was his slave. She had to address him with proper respect, even when they were panting in bed, sweaty after sex, and he... he had to think about many other things. He had ultimate power over her, but also the ultimate responsibility, for it was only he that could protect the rights of the family estate and all belonging to it, including her, in the cutthroat arena of Rome's politics.

He told her stories from his long adventures; stories of battles, of fascinating people and cultures, of faraway lands. They were so fascinating that he himself got lost in them, and only a good hour later realized that his strong cock has been straining for a long time now after having been once again aroused by the proximity of his beautiful slave's naked femenine forms. He stopped the tale and squeezed her large breast with his palm, looking her in the eyes again with desire rising in his own.

"You know, my sweet Atilia," he said, "now that I have tried you, you will have to spread your pretty legs for me often. But only for me. This," he cupped her sexy fuzzy pussy and caressed it with his palm, "is mine, and I do not intend to share you with anyone." He kissed her again and judged her reaction from the way she returned it.

"Everything I dreamed about, everything I heard or saw done in bed during the campaign you will do for me: the sweet, the loving, the hot, the kinky, the dirty, and the downright whorish."

He put her hand onto his cock, which was straining so hard with excitement that it was nearly ready to burst. Her touch made the big meatstick jump like a battle-ready horse.

"See this? It's time to pleasure me again, girl." He grinned and rolled onto his back. "This time I want you on top. Ride my cock and treat my eyes to the sight of your big tits bouncing."

 

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Atilia looked into Gaius's eyes as he kissed her, holding her close to him. He was treating her to well, even though he was just her slave. She was grateful how kind he treated her. Maybe it was because they had spent their youth together, until Gaius went to war, Maybe it was because he hadn't been home in so long.

They remained in bed a long time talking, about what had gone on at home, and about all of the things he had experienced in battle. It was different now, she had to adress him as her master, and speak to him with utmost respect at all times. He had complete power over her, he could sell her, or treat her any way he wished. She could see in his eyes he was in thought, even while they were talking. He did have many things to think about; the estate, his family, the slaves including her.

She listened, fascinated to his stories of battle, culture and distant lands. After many many stories, he ran his hand along her body, lightly squeezing her breasts. Their eyes locked within eachothers.

"Yes master, I am yours and only yours sir" She replied obediantly as he cupped her pussy, rubbing it softly with his hand. He leaned over to her, kissing her. She kissed back, never wanting it to end.

"Everything I dreamed about, everything I heard or saw done in bed during the campaign you will do for me: the sweet, the loving, the hot, the kinky, the dirty, and the downright whorish." he said to her.

She listened intently as he explained that he would use her, when ever he wished, however he pleased.

He put her hand back onto his again fully hard cock, throbbing in her hand.
He rolled onto his back, and She slowly mounted his large hard cock, and began rocking her hips. Her tits bouncing as she looked deeply into his eyes. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right, she had no experience. He had done and seen so much while he was away, he would have to teach her how to do things, and she would do her best to learn.

 

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A soft sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips as she worked the rigid member into her lovely wet pussy. He lifted his hips slightly, meeting her descent, making her take more of him inside of her juicy folds.

"Now move up and down," he instructed.

For a while, Gaius let her do things at her own pace, simply enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. She was no expert at this, but this was also a turn on in itself, and it pleased his mind too. Gaius was delighted to have this beautiful and sweet girl saved for him, that she would know only his cock and pleasure only him. Experienced or not, she did seem to pay attenton to his words, and Gaius watched with delight as she didn't dampen the shocks of her ride with her back, instead letting them propagate to her big, full tits, which bounced for him. Her golden hair, too flew about very erotically, adding to the beautiful picture. The sight was even better than he could imagine, and soon he was wild with desire and lustful passion.

He grabbed her hips tightly and began guiding her, moving her body for her up and down on his horny spear, teaching her the rhythm and directions he liked. He then left his hands there, taking with delight the opportunity to squeeze and fondle her ass while she pleasured him.

"Mmm, good, Atilia," he moaned, pleased. "It feels very nice."

He reached up and caught one of her breasts in his hand, lifting it up a little in his grasp. Passionately and somewhat roughly he fondled it, pinching her nipple between his fingers and rolling it.

"I was always thinking about your breasts when we were younger," he confessed with a smile, squeezing the objects of his affection. "Now they are even better, and bigger."

Gaius pulled her head down to his and gave Atilia a long kiss, letting her hair fall around his face and her tits rest their weight on his chest and rub over it. Then he let her up again and ordered, eyes shining with excitement:

"Now ride me hard, girl. Make me shoot my fresh cum deep inside of you again."