BACK IN TIME

BACK IN TIME Part 1 Hi, I’m a museum curator and recently, a machine of no origin arrived for display. I am assigned to clean it first and restore some damaged parts. I have no idea what it is as much as the other people do. While I am putting the last piece of lever back. The machine started to shake. I stepped back but an explosion occurred and Bam! I was sent to a place with a lot of people wearing foreign fashion. From my knowledge these were the people from hundreds of decades ago, from another continent. I suspect, this is a house of courtesans. As I see ladies from young ages being taught with arts of giving pleasure. "Mister, it seemed to me that you are someone from afar. Are you by any means seeking for comfort amidst this busy days?" A woman probably in her sixteens greeted me. "If I may ask, where I am?" I had to pull my acting skills out of nowhere if I don’t want to be branded as a slave in this particular era. That would be the last thing I’d wish. "Why sir, you are in the house of Lady Dejanira where we make the finest of escorts in the land." Ah, heavens. I am in a place the same as a brothel. I was brought to the hall and I saw men in rich costumes with proud aura in them. I suppose they were potential buyers. This is not a woman-friendly era. A woman is equal to things in this time. Sold, branded, viewed only as possessions and a pretty face could save you from being thrown into slavery. One by one, girls from different ages came in line. All draped in sparkling jewels and clothed with the finest garments. Men will choose young ones as one’s youth is an important asset. They will give them service for a longer time. In the other hand, the ladies will prefer an older satrap. Old men can give them jewels and are a little gentler than young men who are always regarded as bulls. The music from old sitar and flute were played by male slaves dressed as fauns. The ladies will dance in their seductive ways. Their seduction is a way that you can’t find them removing clothes like strippers in American clubs. They move in a delightful manner with eyes casted down and face covered with semi transparent veil. Gold and glitter we’re always present. The Lady of the house eyed me from the corner. I felt all the hairs in my nape stand as I knew she would ask me whom I wanted to bring home. The girls scattered around and one danced in front of me. She had curly hair and hazel eyes. I saw she had this exceptional beauty and I felt my manhood stir in my tight underpants. I saw some men had picked their choices and some were already enjoying themselves as the girls sat next to them. Hands were getting all clumsy and hovered to the girl’s private parts. I heard a girl bashfully squeeked as her new master kneaded her br3ast. "We offer rooms to all our guests to stay the night." Dejanira smiled at them and raised her goblet of wine. I headed for a room assigned to me. I noticed mine was far from the others and is heavily quilted. Rich Persian rugs on the floor and Damascene lamps hung on the walls. The room smells like sweet vanilla and tart. "I noticed you didn’t like my ladies?" I saw the Lady Dejanira standing by the door. Her long and curly hair hung loosely at her back. "I am sorry but I am only visiting this place. I am ignorant to your people’s ways and therefore I cannot conduct my self as I wish." I said sheepishly. "Well, if you’d allow me show you?" She gave me tour around the house. "This is where we train girls from a very young age to be one of the best concubines in the world. They were selected before they were taken in. Beauty is one of the basic requirements, later on they will be given diet to ensure that they will gain only the best of body figure." I saw a girl being taught where to touch the man during love making. "That’s her first lesson." She smiled. I heard a little moan from behind a giant door. "Lord Jason, always so considerate to give his women pleasure. I must say, he must have the best of technique to make a lady moan like that?" She giggled. "You, Lord..." She trailed his voice. "Bailey." "Lord Bailey, do you believe you can compare to Lord Jason?" She asked, lowering her gaze down my crotch. I felt my cheeks burn. Her bossom heaved and her cleavage showed as she breathes. Her slender legs were too visible under her white garments and I can make her shape from it. She’s no longer young, but she had a gorgeous body that could pass as a model in our time. Gosh she’s pressing the right buttons. She brought me to a classroom. As chairs were lined in rows. A table in front. She pointed at the empty chair. "You may sit down there, Lord Bailey." She closed the door behind her. This is where we teach our ladies the last lessons that they’ll have before we send them to the highest bidder. She unveild drawings on papyrus pasted on plywood. Various s3x positions. After the seemingly endless lecture of erotic things, my mind fogged and drunk of lust. I knew she’s trying to get her hands in my pants and I’m deliberately trying to avoid it. Though I see no problem to let loose. She brought me back to my room and instead of going to her chamber, she had other thoughts in mind. Reaching for the lock, she looked at my eyes. I saw the fire in there again. Like a hungry viper gazing at it’s prey, she moved smoothly to my side and brushed her fingers to arms. Her soft body against mine is a hilarious state of distance. Her hair smells like fragrance I haven’t encountered before. It’s sweet and tempting. I didn’t know I lifted a lock to my lips for a kiss. This had her think I’m making my move. She wiggled against her garments and it fell down her feet. I marveled at the sight of her body, so intricately carved. She smiled and I felt my dck stir against the fabric of my boxers. Moments more and I could soil my only boxers I brought with me. I needn’t have to worry as she released it from it’s painful confinement, welcomed by her lips and lead down deep her throat. I never thought such act exist in this era. He moved her head and I can say she has the best head ever. On top of it all is her moans muffled by my stiff intrusion. The tingles ran down from my cheeks, down to my thighs and up up to my balls just to crawl it’s way outside through my c0ck. Oooh- the thought of her sweet pvssy made me hard still and I soon have it in front if me. The pink orifice of a lady right at the triangle between her legs, all it’s magnificence revealed to me. Inviting me to push my manhood inside and claim the sensitive spots in her womb. She screamed a little, perhaps part of an act to encourage me. I had no doubt she likes it this way. I soon would have reached the peak of our senses when someone knocked at the door. The guards were all alert as they saw a piece of device crackling with electric sparks. I knew it’s time for me to go but to have myself a little something on the way home, I grabbed her loincloth and ran across the corridor on my way to that machine. My travel back in time is an experience to be told but I guess I can only say that if I have no plans on going back. Which will never happen. I’ll be enjoying myself to the fullest.