A Field day in Rome - Imperial Let Down

Caligula thrust up into his third wife as she worked around on his lap, his huge dick stretching her wide, as she cried in pleasure. As she pulled up, his dick popped out, retreating backwards into him as his height dropped, his gut expanded, and his face took on swarthy features. She quickly replaced his small dick, silently chastising herself for forgetting how small he was and hopping that none of the court had seen that, since she didn't want to be punished, and resumed gyrating on his small dick without pulling up, not an easy feat on a man with a gut such as his.

The emperor looked out at his court and made a note to commend the captain for his performance. The crowd looked back, some politely, others in shock at what was going on in the bleachers, but none about what was happening on the throne. Those here with their wives, suitors, sisters, or close friends were careful to look neutral when the emperor's gaze fell on them, despite the strangeness.

That an emperor should act out such perversions before his court; even the scholars mumbled among themselves as the concubines worked their wood. Never had an emperor behaved in this way.

As the crier finally screamed her release, the emperor reluctantly bade his wife rise, and she pulled herself up, looking ashamed and trying to subtly hide her face from the court as she moved behind the throne. The emperor made no move to conceal his pudgy, glistening rod. "I will hear news from Germania," Caligula declared, reading from a script a scribe held before him and looking bored.