Father’s Father.

Menaus fucked the tight ass in front of him. He liked to fuck his slaves dry, the friction to his cock and the pain given driving him to mighty orgasms.

He wasn’t sure which ****’s ass he was fucking right now though - it could be a boy’s ass or a girl’s ass, and he didn’t care. Ass was ass to him. He rarely fucked cunt, the lubrication and wet warmth were not what got him off. No, he preferred the hot, slightly painful experience of fucking an ass unprepared and dry.

He reached forward and grabbed for the hair of the body bent over in front of him grabbing its short, silky locks. Boy then. With that he came, sending his seed into the bowels of the male **** currently crying under him. The sound of a **** crying in pain as his was was taken roughly was music to Menaus’ ears. With a wet plop he pulled his 8” cock from the glistening and toned ass, leaving a gaping and dripping anus - red and swollen.

Menaus had many slaves and he rotated them so that each anus was nice and tight for him to fuck. A by-product of this also allowed each ravaged anus to heal.

Menaus let his son fuck the slaves cunts as they were more his thing, though even his son fucked an ass or two periodically.

Speaking of his son, Menaus sat himself down into his desk chair as the violated **** was half-carried away by another. His son Orelius had arrived in Rome and would soon be home. Orelius was a disappointment, but he was also Menaus’ only son. It was time to finish his training to take over the family holdings - the gladiators among them.

Menaus sighed as his cock was taken by a soft and stroked before a warm mouth began cleaning him. This would be the last time for a while that he would be so open about the woman on the floor cleaning his cock, her mouth alternating between suckling on the head and licking his shaft and testicles. She pleasures him expertly, and bring him to another orgasm, his seed flooding her tongue and then sliding down her throat.

With another audible pop, his cock fell from the warm mouth of his son’s wife, it’s long shaft slick and clean. Cornelia grinned saucily at him and rose, licking her lips as she came to his height.

“Your husband returns today. Are you eager to see him?”

“I am in fact Menaus. It has been long since my legs have wrapped around my husband.”

“I don’t remember hearing you complain these months.”

“You and a few of the gladiators keep me well satisfied. Still, I do love your son, weak as he is.”

“And yet you will embrace him with the taste of my seed on your tongue.”

She grinned. “Of course. I love him, but I adore being....a dutiful daughter to you. I hope he tastes you as he kisses me if only to know the taste of a real Roman.”

Menaus smiled.