Camilla, a Roman courtesan

Looking down your body as you wake up, you see a raven-haired beauty performing some extraordinary ministrations to your cock. One of her milk-white hands fondles your balls, while she runs her tongue luxuriously up and down your shaft, which is clutched in her other hand. Her breasts sway just beyond - she's as naked as the day she was born - as she nibbles gently on your member and smirks up at you. "Ah, it seems you're awake, Lord Gaius," she murmurs. "I trust you don't object to my disturbing your slumber in this manner?"

The memory comes flooding back, now: her name is Camilla, and she's a high-priced courtesan that your wealthy friend Peterax brought to the party last night as a coming-of-age gift for you. You don't remember _all _the details of the previous evening, but you're certain that you both had quite a good time with her before Peterax had to leave for his own home. She seems to be a bit older than you are, and experienced in all the best ways. Not to mention flexible.

Camilla interrupts your reverie by doing something rather extraordinary involving suction and a twisting motion on your cock, and you moan aloud as you empty your seed into her eager mouth - not, you suspect, for the first time. She gulps it down eagerly, then pants as she swallows and looks up at you, mouth open to display her feat. She grins and cuddles up to you, crawling up the bed to join you.

"Happy birthday again, my Lord," she purrs. "Where are you off to today?"