hand traveled up her body, and slid into the open arm of her dress. His roaming hand found her breasts, and squeezed tightly, making Kalliope cry out with surprise and pleasure.
Kreios groaned, then stood up quickly. Confused, Kalliope looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” he said gruffly, “I’m ready for you to follow my instructions.”
Kalliope waited patiently.
“Stand up and move to the corner,” he ordered, pointing to the back of the room. Kalliope nodded, and adjusted her dress as she moved to the corner of the room. “Sit with your back to me, facing the wall.”
Kalliope did as she was told. She was nervous, yet there was a strange, simmering feeling in her stomach. It was anticipation. She was excited to see what Kreios would ask of her next. She felt him move behind her, and she could feel his presence mere inches from her.
“You do not look at me again until I tell you, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You do not speak now, until spoken to.”
Kalliope only nodded this time, hoping she could keep everything straight in her mind. She cast her eyes downwards and clamped her mouth shut.
Kreios moved his hands and rested them on her head. He slowly touched her hair, groaning as he pushed his groin against the back of her head. Kalliope felt his erection through his cloak, hard and firm, pressing into the back of her head. Kreios rubbed his cock along her head, until he pulled back and moved his hands against her shoulders, gently massaging her.
Kreios slowly circled her, and she could feel his eyes on her as he moved directly in front of her. Kreios moved his cock towards Kalliope’s face, and she watched as the bulge in his garment drew closer. In one swift movement, Kreios swept his garment to the side, and Kalliope saw him in all his solid glory.
“Take me in your mouth.”
Kalliope obeyed, opening her mouth as Kreios filled her with every inch of his thick cock. Kalliope started off slowly, sucking and licking at the meaty rod filling her mouth. Kreios reached down and gripped her head.
“Stay still.”
With long, slow, languid thrusts, he fucked her mouth, pushing himself deep into the back of her throat, before he pulled out and repeated the process. Kalliope sat, immobilized, as Kreios had his way with her mouth. He began to thrust faster, holding her head tighter as he pushed in and out of her mouth. His breath was hot and ragged and Kalliope felt him twitch against her.
Seconds later Kreios cried out, the sound a mixture of lust and relief, as he emptied himself in Kalliope’s mouth. Kalliope gagged on his thick semen as it spurted in thick, hot torrents. She gulped it down, making sure she got very drop. Kreios was still hard as he lazily fucked her mouth, reveling in his post-orgasm bliss.
He knelt down before her and took her head into his hands.
Kalliope averted her eyes.
“Look at me, Kalliope.”
Slowly, she slid her eyes up to him.
“Your mouth felt like heaven. I am pleased.”
Kalliope nodded and looked down again. Kreios righted himself, and Kalliope kept her eyes trained on his waist. Suddenly his cloak dropped to the ground, and Kalliope watched as his thick hand moved to his semi-hard cock and began stroking it. To her surprise, it began to harden again.
Kreios groaned. “Kalliope, I’m getting hard for you again.”
He lay down on his back on the bed and motioned for Kalliope to stand.
“Take off your dress.”
Kalliope slowly undid her belt and pulled the shoulder of her peplos down. Her breasts fell free, and the material gathered at her waist. She gently tugged the material over her hips and it fell in a soft puddle on the floor. She stepped out of the dress and stood before Kreios, naked except for her gold necklace.
“Sit your pussy on my face,” he ordered, “With your hands against the wall.” Kalliope froze for a minute, unsure of how to proceed. She had never done this before.
“Now!”
Kalliope quickly climbed
Kreios groaned, then stood up quickly. Confused, Kalliope looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” he said gruffly, “I’m ready for you to follow my instructions.”
Kalliope waited patiently.
“Stand up and move to the corner,” he ordered, pointing to the back of the room. Kalliope nodded, and adjusted her dress as she moved to the corner of the room. “Sit with your back to me, facing the wall.”
Kalliope did as she was told. She was nervous, yet there was a strange, simmering feeling in her stomach. It was anticipation. She was excited to see what Kreios would ask of her next. She felt him move behind her, and she could feel his presence mere inches from her.
“You do not look at me again until I tell you, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You do not speak now, until spoken to.”
Kalliope only nodded this time, hoping she could keep everything straight in her mind. She cast her eyes downwards and clamped her mouth shut.
Kreios moved his hands and rested them on her head. He slowly touched her hair, groaning as he pushed his groin against the back of her head. Kalliope felt his erection through his cloak, hard and firm, pressing into the back of her head. Kreios rubbed his cock along her head, until he pulled back and moved his hands against her shoulders, gently massaging her.
Kreios slowly circled her, and she could feel his eyes on her as he moved directly in front of her. Kreios moved his cock towards Kalliope’s face, and she watched as the bulge in his garment drew closer. In one swift movement, Kreios swept his garment to the side, and Kalliope saw him in all his solid glory.
“Take me in your mouth.”
Kalliope obeyed, opening her mouth as Kreios filled her with every inch of his thick cock. Kalliope started off slowly, sucking and licking at the meaty rod filling her mouth. Kreios reached down and gripped her head.
“Stay still.”
With long, slow, languid thrusts, he fucked her mouth, pushing himself deep into the back of her throat, before he pulled out and repeated the process. Kalliope sat, immobilized, as Kreios had his way with her mouth. He began to thrust faster, holding her head tighter as he pushed in and out of her mouth. His breath was hot and ragged and Kalliope felt him twitch against her.
Seconds later Kreios cried out, the sound a mixture of lust and relief, as he emptied himself in Kalliope’s mouth. Kalliope gagged on his thick semen as it spurted in thick, hot torrents. She gulped it down, making sure she got very drop. Kreios was still hard as he lazily fucked her mouth, reveling in his post-orgasm bliss.
He knelt down before her and took her head into his hands.
Kalliope averted her eyes.
“Look at me, Kalliope.”
Slowly, she slid her eyes up to him.
“Your mouth felt like heaven. I am pleased.”
Kalliope nodded and looked down again. Kreios righted himself, and Kalliope kept her eyes trained on his waist. Suddenly his cloak dropped to the ground, and Kalliope watched as his thick hand moved to his semi-hard cock and began stroking it. To her surprise, it began to harden again.
Kreios groaned. “Kalliope, I’m getting hard for you again.”
He lay down on his back on the bed and motioned for Kalliope to stand.
“Take off your dress.”
Kalliope slowly undid her belt and pulled the shoulder of her peplos down. Her breasts fell free, and the material gathered at her waist. She gently tugged the material over her hips and it fell in a soft puddle on the floor. She stepped out of the dress and stood before Kreios, naked except for her gold necklace.
“Sit your pussy on my face,” he ordered, “With your hands against the wall.” Kalliope froze for a minute, unsure of how to proceed. She had never done this before.
“Now!”
Kalliope quickly climbed
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