Then, the music ended, switching to a song with a faster, more frantic rhythm. As if inspired by the wilder music, the added drive of an electric guitar, Shakira moved forward and dropped to the ground, perched on her hands and feet, her ass still waving in my face. Shakira reached one hand back, flipping her skirt up and revealing her ass to me, covered only in white lace panties. Slowly, I realized I might be having a wet dream rather than a waking experience. Equally slowly, Shakira took the panties in her hand and slid them down to her feet and then onto the floor, revealing to me a gorgeous, shaved pussy, one that, unfortunately, I was unable to reach out and taste, even though there was nothing in the world that I wanted more at the moment...well, almost nothing.
Shakira began crawling across the floor, pulling her pussy away from me, and eventually kneeling about five feet from me, her back to me as she undid the button on her vest, then let it fall off her back. When Shakira spun back around, her beautiful, firm breasts were exposed to me, her nipples hard and pointing at me, taunting my inability to take them between my fingers, my teeth. Shakira then took two of her fingers in her mouth and begin sucking on them like they were a cock, before letting them slide down the center of her body, across the top of her skirt, then up underneath the skirt as her knees spread across the floor. I couldn't believe what was happening. Right in front of me, a half-naked Shakira was finger fucking herself, her head and hair jerking wildly from side-to-side, her body rising and falling in rhythm to the music, as she gasped in enjoyment. And all the while I was unable to help.
After what seemed like an eternity, Shakira stopped as the song came to an end. To be honest, I can't remember if another song started playing after that or not, because all I knew was that Shakira was back on all fours crawling toward me. When she arrived just in front of me, she rose up on her knees and pried my legs apart with her hands, which then ran up the insides of my thighs and began massaging my cock, before she quickly undid my belt and jerked my pants and boxers down to my feet and then pulled them and my shoes off. When she rose back up, I saw her staring at my hard cock, its tip pointing toward her face and begging her to finish what she had started. Instead, she slid her hands behind my cock and up my stomach and chest, lifting my shirt up with her thumbs as she did so. In a matter of seconds, I had somehow gone from awkwardly gazing at Shakira's body to being completely naked, tied to a chair as her breasts pressed into my chest, her stomach slid against the tip of my cock, and she finally kissed me, her tongue swirling inside my throat, exploring and commanding. Involuntarily, I tried to lift my hands, wanting to caress the hard nipples that pressed against my chest, rising and falling as she jerked back and forth kissing me, her body pumping up and down against me, while still teasing me. When Shakira finished kissing me, she slid her breasts upward along my throat and face. I started to pull one of those gorgeous melons into my mouth, but she quickly jerked it away, pulling my head back by the hair and shaking her head "no," as she began to slide back down my body.
I felt her panting against my cock as her knees hit the floor, followed by the sensation of her fingernails tickling my balls. It took every ounce of self-control I had to not jerk my hips up and slam my cock to the back of her throat, but I knew I would be rewarded for my wait, for only moaning as her tongue danced around the ridge, then the tip, of my cock. Shakira tossed back her hair and stared straight up at my eyes, glancing between them and my cock with a knowing smile. Then, imitating a moment that had flashed through my mind on many occasions as I watched her dance on TV while masturbating, she dropped her head down and swallowed all seven inches of my cock in one mighty gulp. It was the most amazing act of deepthroating I have ever experienced, and I let out a delighted gasp of "Ohhh, Jesus," as she continued to bob up and down on my cock, her hair dancing from side-to-side just as her hips had done earlier, my eyes unable to witness the magic she was performing, but every nerve ending in my cock telling me that I was going to blow any moment. Normally, I pride myself on having a noble amount of staying power, but, my God, Shakira was running her lips, her teeth, her nails, her tongue, her hand–anything that she possibly could–all over my cock. It would take a better man than me to resist the urge to fill that delightful mouth of hers with every drop of cum in my body.
Shakira must have read my mind–or the tightening of my balls–because she tightly squeezed the base of my cock, eliciting a yelp from me, but stopping any ensuing orgasm right in its tracks. She tossed her hair back and looked up at me sternly, "You're not getting to cum unless I do as well." Looking down past her face and spectacular breasts, I noticed that the hand that wasn't disciplining my cock was giving her clit another working over. I only nodded, too turned on to manage adult language any longer, wondering if Shakira was actually going to let me devour that fabulous pussy she had been taunting me with earlier. Shakira, slowly stood, arching herself forward and rubbing her breasts against my swollen cock and sweat-covered chest as she rose. She stepped around me, placing her legs on both sides of the chair and lowering herself until her skirt encircled my naked waist. I quickly realized that she had different plans on how to achieve her orgasm, ones that were driving my mind–and cock–wild, as I could feel the heat from her pussy resting millimeters above my tight cock. Shakira leaned her head forward, kissing me. I could taste my precum on her lips, but I didn't care, merely shoved my tongue down her throat, swabbing every inch of it, before breaking the kiss and working on the edge of her neck.
That must have done the trick, for, just as my teeth scratched the area right beneath Shakira's ear, she grabbed my cock and thrust her pussy down on it, swallowing it in one stroke just as her mouth had done moments before. I couldn't believe the sensation, the heat and moist tightness that surrounded my cock. I had never experienced such an electric pussy before, causing my body to tingle from head to toe with pleasure. Shakira began bouncing up and down on my cock, driving me wild with each frantic stroke, as she tossed her head back, gripping my shoulders and throwing herself all over my cock. As her head fell away, I seized the opportunity and leaned down, sucking on her right breast again. This time she didn't stop me, so I took the nipple between my teeth, squeezing it firmly as I tongue whipped it. I could hear her moaning with pleasure, so I repeated the procedure on the opposite breast, completely turned on, but also somewhat saddened that I couldn't take her luscious breasts in my hands, run my fingers through her hair, and stroke her body. Of course, as my body teetered on the edge of orgasm, I realized I had nothing to complain about.
And it was then that Shakira brought herself upright, her hands still clinched on my shoulders as her pussy suddenly clamped down on my cock. Shakira began moving her hips from side-to-side, first slowly, the rapidly shaking her entire ass and body while she continued fucking me. That was it. My mind, my body was completely blown away: the most beautiful, seductive woman on the planet was giving me a belly dance with my cock inside of her. I tried to hold on longer, to draw out the sensation, but watching her buck and moan, equally turned on by the gyrations, was pushing me over the edge.
"Oh God " I screamed, realizing that Shakira was simultaneously releasing a series of Spanish cries. I could feel the waves of her orgasm rippling across my cock as I exploded string after string of cum deep into her pussy.
A few minutes later, as our bodies finally finished trembling and jerking with the last seizures of pleasure, Shakira collapsed against me, still straddling my cock, but untying the scarf, so I could hold her in my arms.
"Happy birthday," she whispered.
"I, uh, I'm, an, uh, big fan," I stuttered, causing Shakira to let out a blissful laugh as she snuggled against my chest.
