A morning deepthroat session. [5 denarii]

"Get back on the couch. I will enjoy your throat," you say huskily, already aroused once more by the beautiful whore who seems so eager to please you. Tanis smirks and uncoils herself lightly, giving your stiffening cock a tug as she sways away from you. Lying down on the couch, she drapes her head over the edge. "Like this?" she murmurs.

It's all the invitation you need. Striding forward, you point your cock at her lips and she wraps them around you. You moan in pleasure as you slide your cock back into her hot, waiting, always-eager mouth. Tanis hums as she sucks you off, the vibrations pleasurably tickling your cock. You feel the slightest hint of resistance as you reach the back of her throat, but Tanis breathes deeply and your cock slides through, deeper into her throat. You groan in ecstasy and begin to pump.

Tanis lies beneath you as you fuck her throat - first slowly and gently, then with more and more vigor as your passion builds. Tanis moans around your cock, her vocalizations mingling with the delightful squelching noises of you fucking her throat. Her perfectly shaped, pert tits jiggle, their dark areolas drawing your eyes as you fuck the pretty Phoenician's mouth. After just a few minutes, you groan and sink your cock as far into her as it will go, unloading your seed down her throat.

You pull your cock out slowly as it flags, and Tanis sits up, coughing slightly as she catches her breath. Her eyes were clearly watering; a mixture of saliva, semen, and tears have smudged her mascara and stained her face. But she smiles at you jauntily. "You've...the stamina of an ox, Lord Gaius. I'm glad that I was able to serve." You chuckle and fish a few coins out of your purse for her; she grins and accepts them, then kisses your hand, running her tongue up it in a last sexy display for you. Standing, she stretches and goes to dress. "You've ruined my makeup, but I shall forgive you for that. It can be good advertising, especially on a morning like this, when I'm headed back to Vita's Place. Look for me there, near the Forum, should you ever want to...spend time with me again." She smirks slightly as she finishes fastening her dress, then gives you an elegant bow. "I thank you for your patronage. No need to rise - I can see myself out." With that, she vanishes toward your door.

You sigh, then rise from the chair you collapsed on so you can cross to the balcony and pull back the curtain, stepping out onto the roof of your home's first story. Below you, Rome is already abuzz. Your home stands on the slopes of one the Quirinal Hill; not in the center of town by any means, but it's still a part of the old city. You idly splash some water on your face from a jug nearby to clear your eyes, and consider the day before you. As a nobleman, even a minor one, in your majority, you don't have many urgent duties pressing on you; your family fortune is enough to sustain your day-to-day living, even if you would like to have more coin for lavish expenses, like your birthday party. But you're a young man of ambition, and in your heart you hope to climb to the very top of Rome's social order.

The question is...where to begin that step.