- Open, open.

Dmitry pressed a button on the side wall. With a soft click, the lid opened. In the numbered nests were sealed ampoules.

- Let's try ... - Deeva thought, - numbers four and seven.

- And what impact do you expect?

She raised a glass to her lips, sipped it and, looking through the glass, replied:

- If I say, it will be uninteresting. Try to determine the effect. Pour into brandy.

- And you?

- You do not trust? And me, of course! - she held out her glass.

Dmitry cast half of the potion to her and proclaimed a joking toast to advanced science, which is pushing the horizons of sexual pleasure. Together they drank ...

“It didn’t affect cognac,” he grinned. - And when will it affect us?

- In a hundred and twenty seconds ... By the way, this combination should also increase tolerance.

Olkhovsky filled the minutes of exciting anticipation with stories about student tricks. Then he fell silent, listening to himself, and stated with irony:

- So, my Aphrodite! The fakir was drunk and the trick failed! Yes, not every day great discoveries are made ...

Indeed, nothing in his sensations has changed.

He sat next to Aneya, lying on the bed. Her short Dorian chiton strayed sideways and did not hide either the luxurious chest or the darkening hollow of the navel. Smoothly shaved crotch and swollen petals of an orchid that did not get cold from the former, but already opened to meet the new delight, attracted the gaze. From the depths of the divine flower oozing sperm. One leg of a woman dangled from the bed, and the other was thrown back. His robe, richly decorated with applications of gold foil, Demetrios dropped on the floor.

Nearby, a dark-skinned Nubian slave, brought wine and sweets. With both hands the servant was holding a silver tray. The unfastened hem of the short chiton in the front was strongly bristled, for the young man saw the charms of the lady and smelled the exciting aroma of the recent copulation.

Taking in nubian mastos * with a thick Cretan wine, Demetrios released a click on the member sticking out the cloth.

“You have unruffled slaves, very beautiful,” he chided Aneya with a grin. - What does a house without a firm hand mean ... you dissolved them, woman!

- Oh, do not be so strict, beloved, to me and to the young virgin. This new slave, which cost me a whole mine in gold, is very skillful.

- Yun, but already skilled? I wonder what?

- In the amusement. He is a good shot!

“Do you trust the weapon to the slave?” Mad woman!

- What are you, darling! We do without weapons, ”Aneya laughed. - Look and have fun! Tha, please master your skill, ”she ordered the Nubian.

The slave placed the tray on the mosaic floor and removed the chiton. From the clothes on it was a bronze collar. The phallus of a decent size for a young man stood almost vertically. Tha turned to the hostess and put his hands behind his back. Aneya brought Mastos to her lips, took a sip of wine. With her free hand she touched her orchid, spread her fingers on the petals of moisture-shining sponges. She pulled her hand up. Where the lips come together, a pink clitoris muzzle peeks out from under the hood. She missed it between middle and ring fingers, began to move her palm back and forth, scooping abundant nectar from the depths of an open orchid.

The frozen Nubian watched intently and eagerly as the beautiful mistress pleased herself. Demetrios, whose own flesh from what he had seen also turned to stone in an instant, was ready to swear that the servant's phallus was stretched out for a couple of fingers! At the top of the dark brown head, one by one transparent drops appeared, blurred along it and with two sparkling threads stretched down. Marble floor decorated puddle.

A wave of tremor passed through the immovable body of the slave.Aneya drank some wine and, holding the mastos at the very lips, tilted in the direction of Tha. His scrotum has crept up so that it has become a thickening on both sides of the base of the phallus. The youth shook again. He pulled his hand from behind his back, with one motion he sent his penis and fired. A portion of the seed, flying three elbows, landed on the half-opened lips of Aney. The second one got inside the mastos. The white mass slid into the wine on the black wall of the vessel. The following shots hit the apple itself. Sperm clots flopped into the mastos, spilling the drink. Wine drops spread across the snow-white chiton of Mrs. purple spots. Aneya took the hand that caressed her from the orchid, and the final two volleys covered the open flower. She shaken up the contents of the mastos in a circular motion and sent it into her mouth. Licked her lips. Smiled beloved.

- Well, how? True, this young man is worth his money? It hits without a miss!

Demetrios expressed admiration with laughter and applause. And recognized:

- Beloved Aneya, you have acquired a funny slave. He amused and delighted me.

“You will admire even more when you are convinced that his seed is sweet, like honey!”

- How can I make sure of this?

Aneya pointed with her finger at the white mass flowing down the large and small sponges.

- I left you a little bit! And I want you to caress my orchid. I want to finish, my basileus!

Demetrios made a sign to the slave to make a full mastos. Having emptied the vessel, he knelt before Aneya and touched his lips to the tummy between the navel and the corner where the clitoris peeped in with a seed of a young Nubian looked out with a pink pea.

What is a slave? Talking tool. Alive olisbos **. Just a thing. Does this thing look like a person? Externally similar - and more! If you make a bracelet from clay and paint it with gold paint, the clay will not become real gold ...

The path of kisses led to sweets - indeed, sweets! - place. Demetrios sank down from the firm hot hot nut, filled with not honey, of course, but sweetish, creamy liquid, penetrated into the depths between the quivering petals, pulled them into his mouth. The tip of the tongue, gliding along the stream of the beloved nectar and the seed of the Nubian, moved toward the pulsating asterisk. From a gentle touch, she relaxed and let her tongue in. Favorite convulsively sighed. The man returned to the clitoris. The furious caress made Aneya groan and firmly hold his head with her hips. Not being able to breathe, Demetrios from the last forces brought his beloved to an enchanting discharge.

Recovering and catching her breath, Aneia pointed to the young man:

- Look, darling, his rod is inflexible! Worth, as if nothing had happened! Now you understand, my basileus, why does a Nubian in this house remain a virgin?

“Yes, my Aphrodite, who has known a woman, cannot pour out so violently without touching her and herself,” answered Demetrios and told the Nubian: “Thank the lady, slave, for your good fortune! While you are young, innocent and sweet, you will not have to wear out from excessive work in the field under the scorching sun.

Tha collapsed on his knees, crawled up to Aneya and began to kiss her foot.

“Stand up, boy, I am pleased with you,” Mrs. lightly kicked him on the lips. - But do not try to give free rein to your hands! Your sweet seed is my property! Come on, Nubian. Tell me that I am waiting for Mwani and Mbas.

“What wild names?” - Demetrios was surprised. - Within the Ocumene there are no such!

Aneya answered:

- Oh, beloved, have patience. These are my acquisitions, I saved them for you. In the meantime ... We haven’t seen so long ago that I forgot the taste of your seed!

- How long will you have to try, my goddess! I am not an impressionable young man! - inserting a crimson-colored head in the beloved’s mouth, Demetrios boasted. But after a moment, it was already thrilled that the tongue was pulling at the stretched bridle and running around the sensitive bezel .... Read more →