Messalina and the Massive Hooker Orgy Of The Roman Empire

Messalina was the wife of Roman leader, Claudius. Over the years her reputation grew, much to the chagrin of her husband. She was a notorious nymphomaniac. This was not uncommon in these Roman times, but it was certainly unacceptable for the wife of Claudius to partake in such activities.

In her most notorious incident, she took advantage of the fact Claudius was leaving the country to do business in Britain. Her sexual deviancy had come to a boiling point and this was the perfect opportunity for her to satisfy her deepest desires. Her idea was to contact all her acquaintances in the lowly world that she had become familiar with to organize a contest. This contest was to see which whore could have sex with the most men and women in a single night. Her husband was only gone for a few days so she had to act quickly to make it happen.

The contest was to begin in the evening and carry on the entire next day. The local street chicks we eager to participate as they knew they would be well compensated. She was after all, the wife of the Roman Emperor. Even though she had ties to the scum of the slums, she was well connected and the wealthiest woman in the entire city.

The challenge began, taking place in the huge theater normally used for gladiator battles. The whores were littered across the floor and lineups of men and women formed in front of them. It was like a soup line, with each person lining up anxious to partake of the free meal, except in this case, the free meal was the promise of hot and messy sex with the seediest of the city’s hot street women and gutter whores. There was of course no protection back then. Condoms didn’t exist so each person was going to enter the women bareback.

Hours went by and the lineups only continued to grow. Moans filled the theater and the smell of sex was both nauseating and a stimulant to the sex-crazed participants that filled the place. You can watch group sex videos like that at prostitutemovies.com. Some women began dropping out, unable to continue. Their vaginas and assholes stretched and sore from the continuous onslaught of erect penises.

Messalina was in the center of the room and had the longest lineup of men waiting for their turn with her. She demanded at least two lovers at all times, sometimes with three entering her at once, making sure her every hole was filled. One cock in her ass, one in her pussy and the other stuffing her wet mouth. She took countless loads that day and her holes were literally dripping with cum. As the cocks entered her, jizz would come spraying out, not unlike trying to jam more liquid in a container that is already overflowing.

As the hours went by the number of street women started to dwindle. Eventually there was only two women left in the theater. Messalina, and the famous street women named Scylla. She was forced into the business at a young age and had fucked her way to the become the top Call Girl in the entire kingdom. There was a jealous rivalry between her and Messalina. They both had something to prove.

As the lines of men grew less and less, the look on Scylla’s face gradually switched from ecstasy and pleasure to that of weariness and pain. Messalina could see this and it only made her more excited. She was already getting double penetrated and screamed out “give me another cock in my ass! I can fit another!” Her lust was insatiable.

Scylla felt the hot load of the 25th man spray across her stomach and cried out in pain. “No more!”

She had surrendered, knowing she could never match the sex drive of Messalina.

Messalina gloated in her glory, and continued to fuck until all the men in the lineups had been given satisfaction. She passed 70 men, and people were amazed. She kept going, and more men began to return even though they had been previously satisfied by her earlier in the day.

She mockingly asked Scylla to return after she had rested for a few hours, but Scylla declined. She stood off to the side and watched as her Queen took dozens of cocks inside of her with the most gleeful satisfaction. “This wretch has bowels of steel.” Scylla said in disgust, as she finally left the theater.

It is not known how many men it finally took to satisfy her lust, but it is rumored she took the hot loads of over 200 men before she was finished.

My Vacation on the Sex Cruise Ship Called Putanic

I had been saving for 2 years for a vacation. I had been through a divorce and my bitch of a wife basically wiped me out. I had been living off of Kraft dinner and wieners ever since she took me to the cleaners. My life was basically just a grind of getting up and going to work, coming home, sending her a cheque, then trying to squirrel away enough money for myself that I might be able to afford some nice things again. It was killing me, but I was slowly able to save up a few thousand dollars.

I needed to plan out the perfect trip. I wasn’t going to be able to afford this again for at least another 4 years, so I had to research where I would get the best bang for the buck and have the best time. I could go to a place like Vegas and blow all my money in one night and then wake up with nothing to show for it but a hangover.

That’s when I discovered the Putanic. It was a private cruise ship owned by a brothel owner that I just happened to know from past dealings. He would book a week-long tour through the Caribbean and other exotic locations, and everyone would board his fantastic yacht to enjoy the tour.

Since he was a brothel owner, he decided to take advantage of his contacts in the sex industry and filled his ship’s crew up with prostitutes. Everyone paid their fair share and they got to partake of all the hot women on the boat for the entire week. It was up to you if you wanted to tip the girls, but otherwise everything else was included. All the sex and drinks you wanted. It sounded almost too good to be true. After all, I had to question the sense in naming the boat the “Putanic.” It’s like he was trying to jinx us before we even set sail.

Against my better judgment, I handed over my life savings and boarded the boat with a week’s worth of clothing. As soon as I walked on the ship you could see prostitutes just lying around, ready to greet their new ship mates. There were women of all races on his boat. I have a thing for dark-skinned Africans, so that is of course the first woman I went for. A couple Margaritas later and I had this African beauty in my cabin. I filled every one of her holes and went in bareback. The owner of the cruise line assured us it was safe since he paid for all his women to be tested before we set sail. She was a real sweetheart and looked like she came directly from South Africa. You can see her in this video I posted.

I had a lot of fun with her, but there were so many fine women on the ship that I had to sample some more. Later that night all the guests had come out to the pool area to enjoy the night sky and some dancing and music. It wasn’t long before it turned into a full blown orgy on the deck of the boat. People were laying down towels and escorts were getting railed by 2 to 3 guys at the same time right on the floor. I heard one guy yell “I’m going to make this bitch air tight!” as he shuffled his way into what was already a threesome. He became the fourth person in the group as he shoved his cock in her asshole. I guess all her holes were plugged with cocks so essentially she was now air tight.

I just sat back and watched for a few minutes. It was quite the spectacle. But I couldn’t resist for very long. Seeing all those exotic women moaning and screaming had my cock as hard as a rock. I waited for one of the other guys to finish and moseyed my way into the foursome that was going on. I spit on my cock and shoved it in her ass where the other passenger had just been seconds eariler. I had never had such nasty and dirty, hot sex in my life. I loved it!

That night was perfect. I could have went home the next day and been completely satisfied with my money being well spent. But we had a whole week to partake of these fine whores. It was like I had died and gone to heaven, and God lived on a cruise ship!

By the end of the week my cock was raw from so much fucking. Even without the constant sex, the trip was amazing. We stopped in some exotic locales and some of the whores would leave and new ones would come on board. The Captain did his best to make sure we always had fresh ladies.

All I can say is, if you ever get a chance to ride on the Putanic, don’t even think twice. It will be the best decision you ever made. I can die a happy man now.

Sex In The Year 2177 – Sex Robots Become A Reality

We had just landed on Mars. We had been out mining for 2 years in the Solidium fields on Jupiter. We hadn’t seen a female the whole time we were there. They are too fragile for the work environment on Jupiter and they aren’t allowed to go on mining missions there. I guess you could say we had some pent up frustrations that needed to be released.

The rest of my crew headed straight for the closest bar, hoping to pick up some of the local sex workers that frequent there. I had another idea though. I had been reading about these new sex robots that the Caesar’s Mars Casino had been developing. They were trying to corner the market on the sex industry in their newly built casino / resort on Mars. Anyone could go find a hooker and take their chances at getting Space herpes or something worse, but Caesar’s was targeting the higher end crowd with their new sex robots.

Artificial AI robots had been around for years, but they weren’t allowed to be used in the sex industry. Something about violating the Robot Charter of Rights. It had been tried, but the technology was not there and the government always ended up shutting projects like that down. Caesar’s was the first company to get a license, and the only ones with the new artificial skin technology.

Instead of synthetics and plastics, their scientists had developed a way of growing actual skin and living tissue. They were able to generate real vaginas and penises with blood flow and real cum. I just had to try this out. It’s basically like a real woman, except they are there just to please you and fulfill your every desire.

As soon as I booked myself into a room at the resort, I fired up the entertainment console and started ordering myself a custom-made sex robot. It costs 500 credits and your hooker is made specifically to your own specifications. The tissue is grown in about 30 minutes, so you always end up with your own sex robot that has been untouched by other men.

I sat down and began working on my very own sex robot. I made her black, with abnormally large features. Massive Double G tits. Huge lips, on her face… and between her legs. I wanted a giant fat ass too so she could sit on my face and smother me. By the time I was done customizing her, I had been hit with a penalty of an additional 100 credits to account for all the extra tissue they were going to have to generate to create her body. I guess the process is not cheap and the tissue runs a hefty premium.

40 minutes later I had a knock on my door. In walked my sex robot, wearing leather panties and a tiny bra, barely able to contain her massive mounds of flesh. My penis got rock hard as she called me by my name. She knew everything about me, well, at least everything I entered into the questionnaire when I was designing her. She knew my every fetish and desire.

Her skin was so soft and felt just like any other woman I had been with. Actually, it even felt better, as they are able to genetically modify it to be softer and smoother than a normal human’s skin.

She got on her knees and took my hard cock in her mouth. Her giant black lips felt like soft pillows wrapped around my dick. I was so excited I was about to cum right in her mouth. So I stopped her and threw her on the bed. Normally I would never do this, but she was so lifelike I wanted to taste her, and see what her juices tasted like. Her pussy was dripping wet and tasted amazing. My face was already covered in her cum. You could feel the blood flowing through her skin and feel her pussy pulsate as I made her more and more excited. I could have ate her pussy for hours.

I finally climbed on top of her and shoved my throbbing cock inside her pink, soaking-wet pussy. The best part about fucking a sex robot is you don’t need to use protection. So I went in her bareback to get the full enjoyment out of her.  I only managed 5 pumps before I shot my steaming-hot load deep inside of her. I couldn’t believe this was a robot I was fucking. It was the best sex of my life!

After the session was done, she sat and talked to me for 10 minutes. Then when I was ready to go, she got up and left. I’m not sure what happens to them after they are finished with a customer. She was taken into a back room beside a big steel door. Some say the tissue gets recycled, while some seem to think they send them to an incinerator. After all, they are only good for one use then they have to be disposed of, for health and safety reasons. It’s such a shame. If I was able to take her away from there, I would marry that girl. She was the most amazing fuck of my life.

When your next John is a multimillion album-selling musician

One of my friends told me about how much money you could make doing a little escorting on the side. I never thought much about it. I didn’t really need the money at the time and had a boyfriend that looked after me. Once that all went to shit I needed to find a way to earn money fast. Hooking was the perfect opportunity and I jumped at the chance. Little did I know, but the company that my friend dealt with to get hooked up with clients was actually a high end organization. We never had to deal with sweaty drunks with stinky balls and erectile dysfunction. Basically anyone that required absolute discretion. These were the types of customers that couldn’t just go pick up a hooker on the corner for a quick blowjob. If they were caught, something like that could ruin their careers. So we were paid extra well to keep our mouths shut.

After about a month or so of working for them, I was called in the middle of the night and ordered to get cleaned up. A special request had been put in for me by a really important client. Our booking agent kept a file with our photos and info on hand, and they basically let the clients look through it like they were ordering from a Sears catalogue. I had never been hired on a special request in the middle of the night before, so it was all a little new to me. I got up and washed my pussy out really good and went down to meet my driver. As soon as I seen the Bentley limousine, I knew I must have been dealing with a super rich client. Who could it be at this hour of the night? I had no idea what to expect.

While I was in the limo a very large black man made me sign a non-disclosure agreement. I had never had to do this before. To be honest it was a little frightening. After about 40 minutes we finally reached our destination. A mansion up in the hills. It was hidden behind a huge security fence and a small forest. Whoever lived here wanted their privacy.
The black man brought me inside and led me to a bedroom. The bed was covered in real animal fur, and the entire ceiling was covered in mirrors. He left the room and suddenly someone entered the room from behind a wall of beads. I couldn’t believe who I was looking at. Obviously I signed a NDA so I’m not allowed to tell you who it is, but he is a multi-million album selling artist. I was in shock. He smiled at me and my knees started to give out, and I could feel the juices starting to flow in my pussy. Not only was I going to get to fuck my dream guy, I was also going to get paid for it.

“Take off your clothes” he said, as he pointed towards the bed. I did as I was told and sat down on the luxurious furs, my naked body glistening in the dim LED mood lighting in the room. The lights shone down upon his rock hard body and I could see the trademark Dragon tattoo upon his chest. He was so damn hot I could barely contain myself.
“I see you like the dragon” he whispered. He must have noticed me staring at it. I was still in such a state that I couldn’t even form a response. “How would you like me to unleash the dragon on you?” he said with an almost evil-looking smirk. I managed to whimper a pathetic “OK.” I couldn’t believe I was acting like a star struck teenage girl. I had sucked hundreds of cocks in my short career as an escort, and here I was acting like a complete amateur.

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“Perfect” he said, as he dropped his underwear to the floor. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. His dragon tattoo on his chest went all the way down to his penis, and his penis was also tattooed to look like it was the dragon’s own cock, with scales and everything. It was probably the creepiest tattoo I had ever seen, especially considering how small his cock actually was. He was no bigger than four and a half inches, and literally as thin as a Sharpie.

Since I was a professional I tried not to laugh, and I did my job. Thankfully it was all over quick. I let him fuck me bareback with his dragon dick and let him spew his “fire” inside of me. But my fantasies about this rock star had been ruined. Now every time I hear one of his songs on the radio, all I can picture is his pathetic little dragon cock, and the way he roared like Godzilla when he blew his load.

Trust me when I say, sometimes it’s best not to meet your celebrity crushes in real life. That way you can keep your fantasies alive and not have them ruined by reality.

New York Sex Workers – The Battle For Power – Final Chapter

John knew it wouldn’t be so easy to take over the Yankee territory. They had already caught wind of his battle with the Backstreet Thugs and there was no way his men would fall for the same trap. John was going to have to fight this time. He loaded up his people with all their new weapons and equipment and began the assault on the Yankee brothel. White, bald men wearing Doc Martens were out front with machine guns. The gunfire rang out and bodies fell everywhere. Hookers lay dead and dying as the Aryans fought back with a vigor John had not anticipated. They made it inside at quite a cost. Half of his army of hookers had been wiped out. But just as many Yankees bodies were piled up as well. One of the Yankees came at John from behind with a bayonet-equipped rifle.

The Giant leaped inbetween John and the attacker just in time. But the Giant took the bayonet in the heart and knew he wasn’t going to make it. He dropped to his knees and grabbed John’s hand. He placed a pager in it and said “Take this. You will know what to do. It is the only way.” John had no idea what he was talking about, but he took the pager and continued the assault on the Yankee hooker stronghold.

Hours of gunfire passed. The dead continued to pile up on both sides. The Yankees leader was barricaded in his office. He wouldn’t come out. They were both down to their last men and women. John remembered the pager. But what could it mean? He pressed the number on the device and hoped it would be of some help.
As the battle continued he realized his page had been received. A tiny figure entered the battlezone. She looked like an angel walking across the fields of dead. It was Hoowanneka, the little elk. She was completely naked and appeared to have a glow around her. As she crossed the piles of dead the gunfire slowly quieted. People were in such awe of this hooker’s beauty that they dropped their weapons and began masturbating.

As she approached the office doors, the sounds of steamy, hot ejaculate could be heard hitting the floor. Men were cumming, other women hookers were squirting. Everybody was releasing their warm bodily fluids over and over again at the sight of the Indian beauty. Suddenly the office doors slid open with the sound of screeching metal. Out stepped the Aryan leader. He had been watching from inside his office and he too was amazed at the beautiful 19 year old hooker. He walked out of the office with nothing on but his KKK hood. His large white penis was covered in Vaseline. He had already been masturbating for quite some time.

He approached Hoowanneka, his penis in his hand and yelled at her to “Suck it!” She dropped to her knees and took his veiny cock in her wet mouth. This was John’s chance to strike. He needed to take out the Yankee leader while he was distracted. But John too, found the sight of the Indian girl too much to handle. His cock was throbbing hard and he began masturbating while he watched her pleasure the Yankee leader. John came, and fell to the floor exhausted from the battle and everything that had transpired. He had lost, unable to finish his task.

Suddenly the Aryan leader screamed with pleasure. “I’m cumming!” he shouted. He blasted his hot goo all over Hoowanneka’s face, covering her brown skin with creamy white cum. She just sat there and let him expel all his spunk on to her perfect, innocent face. After the last drop fell from his penis, so did the Aryan leader. He hit the floor with a loud thud and lied motionless on the ground. Her blowjob had been too much for him and his heart exploded at the exact same time he ejaculated.

The battle was over. The Yankee leader was dead. The Giant’s final words saved the battle for John. He was now the new leader of all the New York prostitution gangs. He took Hoowanneka as his wife. He could finally say he had made something of himself. He was no longer Daddy’s little leech. He was the King of New York.