Tossing Caesar's Salad

By

Annabel Bastione

 

Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione

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I watched as Brutus entered the room. He was wearing his thinnest toga, allowing me to see his long, erect member through it. From the way he looked hungrily at me, it was clear what he wanted. I bent over, sway my ass gently, beckoning him to come over.

He approached my ass, gently carrying it to his dick level. His rough, but firm hands slowly pried open my ass cheeks to reveal my tight, virgin asshole, just ready for him. He entered me slowly, I moaned in pleasure as I readily accepted his throbbing dick inside me. With each throb sending a wave of pleasure surging straight through my body, I reached down and felt my dick. It was already hard. I started to jerk it off too.

Soon the rhythm got faster and faster, I tightened and relaxed my ass muscles in sync with Brutus' fucking.

"Ohh Caesar, oh mighty Caesar!" I heard him cry, I smiled.

I had always wondered how it would be like for Brutus to fuck me in the ass, and now that I had, I must say it felt pretty damn good.

"Brutus, yes Brutus, do me, harder!" I cried in response.

My eyes widened as he thrust deeply in, stimulating my G-spot with every throb.

His breathing got heavier and heavier, I knew he was going to cum.

"Ohh, Brutus, Brutus! I want you to come inside me!" I moaned as I readied myself to accept his seed.

"AHH!" With one final primal moan, Brutus thrusted deeply into me, his hot, sticky seed spurting up my ass with every thro-

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"Caesar! Oh mighty Caesar! The Senate door is opening, please, after you," a nameless Senator prompted, jolting me out of my fantasy.

"Yes, I see. Thank you." I replied with a thinly veiled hint of irritation.

The looming door opened with its all too familiar creak. Looking in, I saw the usual rows of senators and businessmen bowing their heads in deference to me, Gaius Julius Caesar, ruler of the Holy Roman Empire and all things Roman. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, I walked in, taking my time, looking left and right, nodding as people bowed their heads. It seemed like the Ides of March would pass without incident.

Curse the damned soothsayer! I thought, warning me about the 'Ides of March' and how I would meet my doom with no friends to turn to. I spun my body, looking around the Senate. Seeing nothing but friends and supporters, I knew I had nothing to fear. I headed down the Senate, towards my rightful seat at the centre of it all.

"Caesar! Caesar!"

I turned, it was Quintus Fucktillius.

"Yes, Quintus?"

Quintus Fucktillus bowed his head in deference.

"Oh mighty Caesar, we have gathered today to humbly request that you free my exiled brother."

Looking around me, quite a few of the Senate had indeed showed their presence around us, most to see what was going on, but a significant minority voicing support for Quintus.

I was indignant. There were more important matters to attend to, like the warnings of my impending doom and preserving my life. And here Quintus stood asking about his exiled brother?! His brother could live another ten years for all I cared! But to me, my life was way more important and thoughts of preserving it stood at the forefront of my preoccupations. His petition could wait till another day.

Raising my hand, I waved Quintus and the rest away.

"Begone!" I bellowed, "Caesar will not be taking petitions today. Go. Return to your seats."

Turning back, I started heading towards my seat aga-

A rough hand reached out and pulled at my shoulder, pulling down my tunic.

What madness is this!

Turning around, I saw the rage and madness in Quintus eyes. Beyond the shock that surged through me, I also felt, for the first time in my life, fear.