A vigorous facefucking [10 denarii]

You grin and roll one of her nipples between your thumb and forefinger. Suddenly, you twine your fingers into her thick hair, pulling her head back and eliciting a little gasp. "So, remind me, Judith, you slut...where are you from originally? So few people are from Rome..."

"Ah..." the brunette whore smiles slightly, mouth open as her breathing steadies, and gazes at you through half-lidded eyes. "Iudaea, sir."

"That backwater. Not much in the way of men to compare to real Romans, I suppose."

"Oh, no sir. Of course not." She's smirking slightly, though your grip on her hair hasn't relaxed.

"Then your throat's not been properly trained for Roman cock, has it?"

"Well, sir..." Judith actually leans forward, increasing the tension on her hair. "For the right price, you may evaluate that yourself."

You needn't hear anything else. With a growl of delight, you push the whore to her knees and slam your cock home into her waiting mouth. Judith gags noisily as you grasp her by the back of the head and begin to pump in and out of her tight, wet throat. The woman is a capable whore; you're barely getting any serious resistance, but the sensation is still deliciously stimulating. Tears are beginning to run down Judith's face as you fuck her throat, spoiling her makeup, but when you pull out to give her a chance to breathe she just coughs, wipes her lips, and maintains her eye contact with you, arching a brow. "Satisfactory?" she asks.

You grin. "Nearly so. Take a deep breath, now..." She raises her eyebrows but does so as you position your cock and slide it back in. This time you start slowly, occasionally pulling out and giving her a chance to snatch breath anew. Judith is continuing to deepthroat you, gagging enthusiastically, and wraps her arms around your waist, seizing your ass to pull you deeper into her. You let out a moan, keeping your hands wrapped around the back of her head as you continue to thrust, slowly gaining speed and power. Finally your climax comes crashing upon you like a wave, and you groan as you pull Judith in to your hilt, her throat massaging you as she swallows wave after wave of your cum like the good whore she is. Sated, you stumble back, releasing her as your cock softens. Judith coughs, then licks and wipes her lips before opening her mouth to display her clean teeth and tongue to you.

"Not a drop left, sir. See?" she smiles, though her voice is rather hoarse.

You're panting from the exertion and your climax. "I do indeed. Venus's snatch, woman, do you have no gag reflex at all?"

"Ha. Not at all, sir. I had it beaten out of me when I was younger. It was fun." The way she smiles when she says this leaves you slightly uncertain whether or not that's a joke, but you just shake your head, smiling back.

"Well, that was...exactly what I needed," you tell her. "Sometimes a man just needs to take charge. Well done - I'll certainly call on you again."

"Thank you very much, sir. I'm counting on it." Judith gets a rag to begin to wipe her face and reapply her makeup. "If we're finished, feel free to see yourself out, sir."