Seducing the belly dancer
An adult fantasy, not intended for children...
My breath was coming in short pants and making my face veil move. Why was I so nervous? I mean, it's not everyday that your best friend wants you to seduce her husband while she watches because they need to spice up their sex life! Being a professional belly dancer, I was used to seducing men, to a point! I let them slip money into my belt, I would gyrate a little to cater to whatever fantasy they had about a belly dancer, but nothing beyond.
Now here I was in my best friend's home, about to dance for her and her husband, whom I found to be devilishly handsome, to help them in their marriage. This was crazy. I should back out of this deal. Then I remembered that Sheila was giving me a thousand dollars. I was getting a thousand dollars to dance and fuck her husband. Well, I could use the money.
Sheila had set up their rec room downstairs. She and her husband Rick were sitting on the floor in these gorgeous Oriental robes. Hers was red, his was black. She had pillows all over the floor, incense was burning, and the lights were dimmed. She brought the props I asked for, a scimitar sword and a tray of burning tea lights. I nodded to her from where I stood. She put on the music, some nice slow, sensual Arabic music. I hoped they liked my choice of costume. Sheila swore that Rick loved purple and silver, so I had a coin necklace on, a purple bra adorned with silver coins, a wide silver coin belt and a purple circle skirt. I always danced barefoot. I wore silver bangles on both arms. A purple veil hid my face from below my eyes to the bottom of my neck.
I knelt before them and placed the tray on my head. As I waved my arms in soft circles and crosses, I also shifted my torso as if I was tracing a clock on the wall. I leaned back on my arms, extended my legs and rolled my belly towards the ceiling. The tray never moved. Slowly, I got to my feet, still balancing the tray. Then I set it down and removed the extra long, sequined purple veil I had tucked into my skirt. I began to twirl with it. I used it to cover my body, pulling my hands across my chest, then I stood in front of Rick and opened it. He sucked in a breath.
"Morgan," he exhaled, "I...I've never seen this side of you."
"Do you like it?" I put my arms around his neck. He leaned back.
"I...I...yes. I love belly dancers. You move ah...well."
"Is she getting you excited, honey?" Sheila reached over and get between his legs. "Mmm, yes, darling, she is turning you on."
"I...."
"It's okay, Rick. I'm doing this for you,"
I said.
I backed up and continued doing sexy undulations and hip circles.
Sheila reached behind her and brought out the rope.
"It's time, Morgan."
I nodded and raised my arms.
"Sheila, what are you doing to Morgan?"
"Just spicing her dance up a little bit, darling. Instead of a regular belly dancer, she is going to be a bound belly dancer."
Rick didn't know this, but I was a closet freak. I craved being tied, gagged, and taken at the will of someone else. Sheila folded the rope in half and wrapped it around my waist. She piled the free ends through the loop. Then she separated the ends, pulling them tightly and winding them around my waist before making a knot. She tied my hands behind me. Lastly, she stuffed my mouth with a clean rag and layered duct tape over my lips. She finished by tying a purple cloth over my mouth and nose.
Rick watched the whole thing. I could tell from the way he was breathing that he was horny.
"Go dance on his lap, dear."
I nodded. I came over to Rick and straddled him. His beautiful eyes widened as he took my hips in his hands.
"Oh my God, Morgan...I...you are so fucking hot right now!"
"Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm," I said, rolling my hips in his hands. Rick pulled me to him.
"I want you so badly," he said. Sheila came from behind me. She lifted my costume bra, exposing my D cup breasts. She cupped them in her hands and kissed the back of my neck.
"Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm," I moaned and leaned back on her.
"Does this feel good?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!" I nodded.
"Aw shit, this is hot," Rick growled. He opened his robe and pulled out his hard dick. He pushed my skirt up and back and slid his dick into my warm, throbbing pussy. He grabbed my hips and bounced me on his cock.
"Ohhhhhh," he moaned. "You got some good pussy! Roll that sexy belly of yours!" He slapped my ass hard.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Sheila twirled my nipples in her hands. She had a lighter touch than any man. I had never been touched by a woman before. I kind of liked it.
"Dance on my dick," Roger said.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I rolled my belly. It strained against the tight rope. My pelvis followed, teasing my pussy walls with his delicious dick.
"I'm gonna come! Shit!"
Sheila grabbed me hard.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I yelled. My own body exploded with an enormous orgasm. Rick released me. I stood up.
"Lay her down! Clean her pussy!" he said to his wife.
"With pleasure, dear!"
She got me on the floor and dove under my skirt.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Sheila was masterful with her tongue. She slid it in and out of my lips. She sucked on my clit. All that time, Rick sat stroking himself, watching his wife eat me out.
"You two are just too hot for words!" Roger knelt beside me. He undid my gag.
"Suck my dick! Go on!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Yeah, now you got a dick gag! You like that?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm," I nodded.
"You like fucking me?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm," I nodded again.
"Are you gonna come in my wife's mouth?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!"
"Come hard! Don't bite me!"
I released his dick.
