Chapter 03
Kira dances for Dhanraj's pleasure
Note to readers : my stories are built like a film scenario showing some kinky events in the life of my heroes. Don't expect this chapter to be a stand alone story : it has implications for the future stories and is influenced by previous events. I try to give my characters a real personal life and have them evolve slowly in complex interactions with the other characters or international events. It would be better to follow the order of publication from Good morning India or at least the chapters order in a given series. For example, in the present chapter, there are several references to an older story named : The belly dancer from Cairo and plenty other to Good morning India. Even new series interact with older ones and they exchange characters continuously. If you prefer short stories to sagas, it would be better to stop here and move to another author. But if someone would like to appear in one or several of my stories, it is quite easy : some of you have already used that opportunity.
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Dhanraj's last comment just sobered Kira instantly. She had been on a small pink cloud letting events guide her and suddenly she felt herself on a mission. She would do anything to please her Indian husband Kyrhan!
Dhanraj had the center part of his reception hall cleared to give Kira room enough to dance for him. He had a big armchair, nearly a throne, positioned in the best position to follow the show Kira was about to present him. He had arranged the lights to illuminate the center of the stage with warm colors : red, orange and a sort of violet
She took a deep breath and made the vacuum in her mind. She concentrated on the most basic rules : listen to the music and follow it, become yourself a part of the music and dance more with your guts than with your brain and also : there's a single man on Earth that matters at this moment, so just look at him and don't care about anything else.
A far away, slow and simple darboukha (drum) beat began. The drum seemed to approach them and the beat became more elaborate. She knelt on the carpet in front of Dhanraj. She stretched her arms on her sides and gave them a sinuous serpent like movements as she raised her bust up slowly. She appeared to do it effortlessly without any interruption as she passed from the kneeling to the standing position. Then, she lifted her arms together to the sky. She could have been in adoration but the wiggling movements of her arms didn't stop for a second.
Kira encased her breasts between her arms and suddenly her arms faded into the dusk behind her and her magnificent tits appeared to swell and become the center of attention : they were wobbling, making circles in an horizontal then on a vertical plane. Her firm tits seemed to have acquired a life of their own while the rest of her body wouldn't move at all. Then the movement switched to her belly. You could see the muscles bulging and dissolving in the flatness of her belly.
Then her belly muscles froze and Dhanraj distinctively heard the moment when her hips started to rotate and wiggle, sending the gold coins in a rush of chimes that lasted and lasted. Sweat began to run on Kira's face and flow down her belly but she continued her shimmy. Suddenly a silk veil appeared, from nowhere it seemed, on her hips and she wrapped herself into it. She pulled it down and suddenly her face appeared. She stopped its descent when it had reached her nose and she played with the nerves of Dhanraj : would she show off completely her face or would she just let him watch her forehead and her beautiful eyes?
Suddenly the music changed and Kira turned on her heels. Her veil became a twirling machine, dancing madly around her, an instant above her head and the next behind her back, in a whirlwind of colors. Dhanraj wasn't able to follow the veil in its dance. He could see her changing hands, throwing the veil in the hair as if she wanted to discard it, catching it in flight just at the right position and launching herself in a new series of impossible movements.
The dance had now started ten minutes before and Kira seemed tireless. She danced still with the same speed, the same skill and she always followed the tempo of a music on which she had never rehearsed. She really mastered that art! She flashed arms and legs, pushed forward her breasts and hips. She was dancing for the sole pleasure of her master and it gave strength and confidence. In her dance, she was a woman daring a man to fuck her at times and just a few seconds later a serpent and even later a woman giving birth but she managed to make any move a tease, a caress and a provocation! Dhanraj understood then why she had effortlessly milked him dry when he had fucked her : she had a total control of her belly muscles. He didn't know whether it was innate or the consequence of countless hours of belly dance practicing.
Dhanraj knew Kira was defying him to jump out of his armchair and fuck her on the dance floor, on the Persian carpet on which she was dancing and teasing him. The pressure was steadfastly building up. He was drooling, his eyes out of their sockets, forgetting sometimes to breathe... Suddenly, the pressure became unbearable. He jumped forward, throwing his armchair backward to crash against the wall. Kira at that moment on her wide spread knees, her body arched with her belly high up in the air and her head touching the carpet just between her feet.
- Kira, stay as you are! Don't move a finger!
Kira froze instantly although the position must have been awkward and even painful but her master had given her strict orders and she would try her best to obey him. Dhanraj ripped open his trousers and glided between her offered thighs. In an instant, his cock was placed just against the entrance of her twat. He arched his back and his lund (cock) entered in contact with her choot. Both of them were in a frenzy and he pushed up his cock at the very second where she collapsed on his hard cock. She screamed and he roared ferociously as he impaled her completely in a single movement.
Dhanraj wasn't able to move but he grabbed Kira's ass cheeks and helped her up until only the tip of his cock remained inside her greedy cunt. She moaned in frustration. He swiftly transferred his hands to her hips and pulled her down until their pubic bones entered in contact. They exchanged a delirious scream of ecstasy but immediately, Dhanraj started again the same movement. Kira ssn resumed a standing position on her knees and she helped her lover as much asshe could, using the muscles of her thighs and encircling his neck with her arms to help herself up and grabbing his legs to slam herself against his big cock. The speed of their coupling grew as the minutes passed : they were getting more experienced and their lust was growing. Kira screamed in triumph when Dhanraj filled her pussy and she moaned in despair as he pulled out of her! Her lover soon started to accompany her in perfect unison!
The music meanwhile continued and instinctively, Kira responded to it as she had been taught to do during her training. Dhanraj accelerated the tempo and discharged a big load into her pussy. Kira was uncertain : should she try to reach her own climax or try to revive her lover. She finally opted for a third possibility.
Kira resumed her initial position with her thighs wide open and her head resting almost on the soles of her own feet. Only this time she was turned with her face toward him. He had sat back on his throne and was towering above her. He had a perfect view of her face, her breasts and her pussy. Her left hand moved to her clit while the right one took hold of her breast. She started to caress herself in rhythm with the music. The solos of uld (oriental luth) were occasion to frig her clit while the moves of her hips and the pressure on her breasts were governed by the derbukha. She submitted completely to the music, totally immersed into it and she offered shamelessly her body to her lover. There was nothing in life now but the music and this man and her body reacted only to these stimuli. Her tiredness was forgotten, the limits of her body had disappeared : her body arched with the music, her heart was beating in unison with the music and her body was swaying and undulating for his pleasure only.
Dhanraj was following the lascivious movements of her body with a new raging hard on. He joined her on the carpet. As she had turned completely, he had her face directly in front of him. Her lips parted in anticipation and he plunged his cock into the opening. He jammed his cock straight into her throat while she caressed his balls and his shaft with her hands. She couldn't breathe properly but she didn't care. She finally had the idea of breathing through her nose and the situation got better. Dhanraj had a fleeting thought he would have to thank really Leila who had found that aphrodisiac : it really produced miracles, transforming Kyrhan's elegant and shrewd wife into the most wanton slut this side from Delhi.
Dhanraj pressed his cock deeper into her throat. It was still swelling and he didn't remember having been so excited. Kira loved giving head to a man especially if his cock was really huge. When he entered her, she could feel him presssing against her tongue and cheeks, rubbing against her palate. She had felt a real woman the first time she had conquered her gag reflex and she had received Kyrhan in her throat. Dan had benefited from her new ability shortly after. Many other men had followed but she was still proud of it! Eventually Dhanraj pulled out, completely hard and glistening with her saliva covering his cock. Reaching down with her hands, she grabbed his buttocks and tried to hold him inside her as she uttered a protest. She wanted to suck him on and make him explode in her mouth. she wanted to drink his sperm. Dhanraj didn't leave her have her ways. He was the Master and she was the slave girl. Her will or her wishes had little importance for the moment. Dhanraj was normally quite considerate with women but he wished that kind of role playing was played to the perfection. Next friday, he would fly Kira back to her husband and he would open the doors for her, carry her luggage and be extremely respectful but today was different!
Suddenly, she couldn't stand the stress any more. Her orgasm exploded in her pussy and rode throughout her body. Dhanraj's immediate reaction was to thrust and thrust again into her dripping pussy, making her body ride out her pleasure. As her last spasms rocked her body, he finally buried himself into her and his steel hard dick began to throb inside her. The feeling of his cum hitting the walls of her pussy brought her to a last and most pleasurable spasm. Her entire body quivered with the release. Her body slumped down, leaving her a limp form under him. She was fucked out, completely relaxed, swimming in a sea of bliss, enjoying the moment, her mind completely empty from anything but extreme satisfaction. She was extremely sensitive at this moment even if she was totally unable to react. She even felt the last spurt of cum spraying from his dick aznd adding to the gooey inside her cunt.
She took him in her arms, keeping him tightly embraced with his cock still inside her. She wanted to continue this moment of mental and physical deep interlocking. They drifted into sleep for a brief moment. His cock shrank down and slid out of her. It awoke them. They stayed embraced there for a few moments, just enjoying the happiness of release. Finally, Dhanraj rolled off and went back to his throne. He sat there in a regal attitude and told her with his usual masterful tone :
- Don't forget to clean it with your tongue, cunt!
Kira had never any qualms about swallowing the spunk of someone she had just given head. It seemed to her like placing a ribbon around a gift she had just wrapped. Making a face, as if her pride had been hurt by such an order, she obeyed and bent down at Dhanraj's feet. She started to lick and suck him as a good slave. Watching Kira doing her job so meticulously at his feet was something out of this world for Dhanraj. Finally, he was jealous of his cousin's harem. It was a pity he had to travel so often abroad. Staying in this house and enjoying the bodies of half a dozen pretty girls, making them dance for him or writhe under his assaults would keep a man happy for all his life! The gentle side of Dhanraj just hoped that the girls would enjoy as much as himself.
Sighing happily, he watched as Kira finished cleaning him.
