mf, sf, hist, oral, series His body tensed up as if in resistance; the swiftness of her move causing him to involuntary try to push her off. But Miryam was a professional and she had no intention of letting him get away. As much as she enjoyed her customers, she had rarely been as aroused as she was at that moment. Picard was a very appealing man, and in comparison to what Miryam was accustomed to, he was an Adonis. Picard had no idea what to do. He was not often in the position of being attacked by a woman. Given his strength against hers, he could easily have flung her across half the room, but something in him surrendered and the battle was over. Miryam felt his body give itself over to her and she relaxed her grip on him. She was the victor and he was the booty. Staying on top of him, she slowly worked her mouth down his clothed body, kissing and caressing every inch between his lips and his swelling penis. She wanted this first time to be for him alone; she wanted to make him moan and scream in pleasure. She removed the tricorder from the sash and placed it close by so it would still function. Then, untying the belt, she hungrily reached down his pants. "Oh Picard, You are a man among men." She tried to get the pants off, or at least pushed all the way down, but something about their construction baffled her. Eventually she was able to get them down just far enough to free up the object of her lust. His penis was only half-erect and Miryam pushed back the foreskin that was partially covering the tip. After all these years in Rome, she still had difficulty facing an uncircumcised man. But circumcised or not, they all were the same when saluting. Putting her lips over the first inch, she pressed her tongue against the slit. In less than a minute she had results; Picard's cock growing in length and thickness in her mouth. He was in a stupor; letting it all happen; wanting it to happen. She had excited him beyond the point where he could stop. The only sounds out of his mouth were soft moans. Miryam let up her sucking for a moment to gaze on what she had accomplished. Here was a magnificent shaft on a magnificent man. She had to fight hard to keep herself from mounting it. While she was momentarily preoccupied Picard attempted to flip her over and thrust himself inside, but she forced him back down, pressing his shoulders towards the floor. "No, this time you do nothing. Let me pleasure you." As soon as she was sure he was going to stay still she grabbed hold of his penis with her left hand and returned it to her mouth. Her right hand she put back down his pants to caress his testicles. He had never been worked on by anyone so expert, and the arousal was too intense to last long. In just a few minutes he was spurting hot cum deep into her throat. After the last drop was released, she moved up to kiss his lips so he could taste his own fluids on her. She had conquered him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was late morning the next day when Otho woke his master. Picard got dressed and then told Otho he preferred to just wander around by himself. He was lazily observing the various items and aspects of the house when he was heard what sounded to him like Miryam moaning. No one else seemed the least bit concerned, and although he knew better, Picard peeked into the room where the noise was coming from. What he saw, what he really didn't want to see, was Miryam with a customer. He was a elderly man who was having a great deal of difficulty maneuvering around her body. She was doing her best to help him and ultimately the act was consummated. She nodded to the man, he handed her two gold coins, and left happy. Miryam set aside one coin for Matrilla and put one into her private hidden box. She turned and saw Picard. Furious at him for watching, she ran up and slapped his face. "Why are you spying on me? Didn't you ever learn manners?" Picard knew her anger came more from humiliation than from anything else. He was embarrassed at being caught. He was also feeling new emotions - jealousy and disgust at what he had seen. He wished somehow to free her from this life. "Miryam, I'm sorry. I don't..." She interrupted him, "What do you think I'm doing here? Do you think this is a game? This is how I make a living. This is how I bought my freedom. And this is how I will earn my escape. So spare me any pity, please. I have a better plan for my life." He was acting so dejected, she softened up and gave him an affectionate caress. After the ridiculous wrestling match with that last pathetic customer, she was in the mood for some good sex. "Come with me. Matrilla has a really nice bath. I'll clean Gaius the baker off me, and then I'll treat you to a soothing rub." The bath was extremely elegant and seemed to Picard out of place and out of character for the dwelling. There was a dressing room, separate saunas for damp and dry heat, and warm and cold tubs. The whole bath was heated by flues that channeled hot air through the walls and under the floors. Matrilla had spared no expense. Miryam saw that Otho had followed and signaled him to leave, indicating that she would take care of his master herself. She led Picard to the dressing room and took off his clothes. "Leave your translator here. No one will touch it. You won't need it anyway to understand what I'll be saying." She smiled wickedly at him and, for the first time, he felt himself blush. Without a bit of modesty she undressed herself as well and then led him to the warm pool. They were alone in the water. He began to unwind immediately, soothed by the warmth. Miryam had a sponge which she used first on herself to remove all traces of her last customer. She then began to wash Picard. She cleaned every inch of him with the sponge and then put it aside. He was so relaxed he was almost asleep. Miryam turned her attention back to his body which she began to massage with her hands, gently unkinking his neck and shoulders and rubbing his arms and chest with enough pressure to get his attention. Picard was waking up, noticing the heat not only from the water, but from Miryam's own body. She had moved her rubbing down to his penis and testicles while she wrapped one arm and one leg around him. The water gave a certain buoyancy to their bodies so she was able to easily press hard against him. She was very aroused and was working on getting him to respond to her needs. No words were exchanged between them as she leaned forward to kiss him hard, still holding fast to his organs. The combination of her ardor and her manipulation caused Picard's erection to swell fully. Still buoyed up by the water, she pressed up against his hard penis, forcing it inside her. "Oh yes," she thought, "this is what I have been waiting for since the moment I first saw you. This is what I hungered for. Fuck me, Picard. Fuck me hard." The words were unspoken but the meaning was clear. He floated her around so her back was against the side of the pool and he began thrusting. The moans and cries of pleasure from them both required no translation. He knew what she wanted; he pushed in and out hard, continually, without stopping, until she came convulsively. When he knew she was finished it took only one more ejaculatory thrust for him to join her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Later that afternoon Picard saw Miryam putting on a cape, as if about to leave. He walked over to where she stood, hoping for an invitation but not wanting to ask. He was about to go nuts from being cooped up in that house. She saw straight into his soul from the expression on his face. Maybe I should bring you with me today. You can't stay locked in Matrilla's house forever." She let out a little giggle, "and I think Otho is getting sick of your face." He smiled back at her, "You're right. I do need to get out - to walk around and try to remember." And to find the wormhole, he reminded himself. She gave him a cloak to cover the comm badge and the tricorder and took him by the hand out through a side door. Picard was instantly astounded. Besides the fact that he had not been in actual daylight for so long, the sight of Rome was captivating. As they walked along the narrow streets, he remarked to himself how much it resembled pictures he had seen of the old cities of Sicily and Naples. Picard forgot entirely about searching for the wormhole and became engrossed in merely looking around, marveling at everything. He listened to the strange sounds of an ancient city, saw people in ancient attire, speaking the many languages of a cosmopolitan area. They walked for quite some distance - through narrow alleys lined with two and three story buildings - to large open courtyards and markets. He was transfixed. At one point, Miryam nudged him with her elbow. "Picard. You are staring like a stupid tourist. Is all of this so unfamiliar to you?" "Well, yes, actually I don't remember anything of this part of the city. Am I that conspicuous," he asked. "You look like an imbecile," she replied, imitating his expression, "If you're not careful, your eyes will stay permanently bugged out and your neck will crack." At that moment an unkempt man stumbled out of a local shop and noticed the couple. He was quite drunk and walked towards them muttering to himself. Miryam was suddenly nervous, almost ashamed; Picard guessed this was one of her customers, but wasn't sure what he should do. "Hey, Miryam, how about a free one?" the man shouted. He lifted his short toga and flapped his penis at her. Miryam shouted back at him, "go home Septimus, you've had too much wine!" She turned away red-faced. Because of her new feelings for Picard, she found it difficult to have him see this ugly part of her life. "Come on Miryam, let me have a quickie." The man walked closer, still holding his ugly shriveled cock. Miryam sought refuge behind Picard. Ordinarily when things like this happened, she would just run. Septimus made the mistake of taking one step too close. Picard grabbed him by the toga and threw him to the ground. The wretch was in no condition to fight back and lay there staring up at his attacker. "If you ever speak that way to this lady again," Picard said to him menacingly, "I will personally slit your filthy throat." He put his arm around Miryam and walked her quickly away. She was impressed and grateful. Chivalry was not a common practice in Rome that year. She stopped their walk long enough for a hug, a quick "thank you," and the promise of a longer thank-you later. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ After traveling a little further they arrived in front of a small villa in a quiet, more secluded part of the city. "Here we are," she said with obvious pride, "this is my house." Picard had not expected this. "You have a house? I mean, it's lovely, but I thought you lived at Matrilla's house." "Oh Jupiter, No!" she said emphatically. "I could never live in that slimepit. I need a safe haven for myself. Men have been generous to me and this is my reward. Come inside." Her house was bright and cheery. The floor was decorated with tile mosaics and the walls were colorfully painted. She brought him to the center court and spread out a rug next to the rain pool, placing out some napkins and cups. "Sit here and relax," she said, "I'll be your harem girl and bring some food. Let's see how you look as a desert chief." She tried to wrap one of the napkins around his head like a turban but gave up when he kept teasing her, reaching behind for her buttocks. "Forget it, your head looks better uncovered. I'll be right back." While she was gone, Picard thought about his situation. He had been so distracted by Miryam that he had done nothing about investigating a way back to his own time. He wondered if, perhaps, he was avoiding getting back too quickly. Anyway, he reasoned, the Enterprise crew was certainly hard at work trying to find him with every bit of modern technology at their disposal - maybe he should just do what Miryam suggested - relax. He had not behaved like this in a long time; not since he was a young cadet at Starfleet Academy. He felt licentious and driven by sex. It was wonderful. And the beauty of the situation was that there was no Starfleet, no Enterprise, no one to watch over his shoulder as he allowed himself to give in to his most profligate desires. And right now what he desired most was Miryam. Miryam returned about a half hour later, balancing a large round platter in one hand and a smaller plate in the other. She placed the dishes down in front of him and joined him on the rug. "Sorry that took so long. Did you miss me?" Before he could answer she gave him a hard kiss and squeezed his genitals, but quickly released him. Picard stared at the dishes and laughed. The large plate contained a round flatbread with toppings, but the smaller one held a cake in the shape of a cock and balls. "Miryam, this is a interesting course selection. Where did the cake come from?" "Gaius the baker, my favorite customer, she said twisting up her lips in a expression of disgust. "I've been helping him out with his sexual problems and I suppose he thought I would enjoy this little gift. Next time he shows up at Matrilla's I'm going to send Otho in my place." She giggled and waved the cake in front of Picard's face. "Want a bite?" "I'll pass. What's on the large plate? That seems more appetizing." "Ah," she said enthusiastically, "this is a special treat from Judea that has become popular in Rome. The matzo is a large round unleavened bread. We spread olive oil on it and then bake it with cheese and spices. It is delicious." Picard, teasing her, said, "add a little sausage and you would have a really nice pizza." Not knowing what a pizza was (it didn't translate), she grimaced at him with mock disdain, "Sausage over the cheese? maybe in Rome, but never in Judea. Besides we don't eat pork. Don't you know that the Romans call my country The Land Where Pigs Grow Old? But such a suggestion is what I would expect from an uncircumcised mound of stinking camel shit like you." Picard was laughing so hard he almost choked. Miryam, still toying with him, stood up and folded her hands in pretend indignation. Picard tugged on the bottom of her dress, trying to get her back. He wasn't interested anymore in pizza or sausage; he wanted to make love to her. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her to him on the floor and put his hand up under her garment. She playfully pushed him away but he was insistent, Besides he knew Miryam was not seriously trying to avoid sex because her juices were already flowing. He intended to take her right there on the carpet. Managing to get her down on the rug, he got on top of her, pressing his aching, rock-hard penis between her legs and kissing her forcefully. Miryam was beside herself with lust and spread her legs open for him. Her urgency was powerful and she moaned loudly as he entered her, "Yes, yes, oh, Picard, yes, please..." But he was overwhelmed by his own passion and came almost as soon as he thrust in. Realizing what had happened but too excited to just stop, Miryam put her hands on his head and pushed him down to her throbbing clitoris, praying he would know what to do. He did not disappoint her. Working his tongue furiously, he sucked in her juices mixed with his own semen. It took only a few minutes for her to have an explosive orgasm. Picard embraced her tightly and they stayed quietly together as he eventually fell into a light sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In his dream Picard was back on the Enterprise bridge, sitting in his chair naked with a raging hard-on. Dr. Crusher was sitting next to him wearing nothing but her blue lab coat. The crew moved through their duties in surrealistic slow-motion. "Beverly, I want to fuck you." "Oh god, Jean-Luc, what took you so long. Let me suck on you." The dream doctor knelt in front of the dream Captain and moved her mouth over his penis until he ejaculated. The orgasm woke Picard up. It was not Beverly Crusher but Miryam sucking on him as he slept. After draining him completely she curled her body back around his, saying nothing. It had been an interlude of mindless passion, precipitated by nothing. Picard caressed Miryam but he was disturbed by the meaning of his dream. Why had he never fucked Beverly. Not that he hadn't wanted to, or that she was reluctant. They had feelings for each other. What was he waiting for? If he ever got back to the Enterprise, some things would be very different. He stayed awake for a long time while Miryam rested again in his arms.