The Belly Dancer

Altair relaxed, completely content as the relaxing endorphins running rampant through his blood let him drift into an even deeper state of calm. The Dancer sat up in front of him quietly, continuing to study him and the steely erection he still sported unnoticed. Her eyes remained glued to it, the length of it still so very hard and thick and she felt the swollen folds of her sex clenching eagerly at the thought of him buried inside her again. This man had exposed her to a new side of herself that she once thought never existed and it was an incredible feeling. She exhaled quietly, heatedly; feeling her nipples harden to perky pebbles as her thoughts ran amuck in remembrance of his large hands all over her skin.


She couldn't delay any longer.


The moment Altair leaned his head back to rest, she pounced! He made a slight start in surprise when she immediately pressed her bare front to his, reveling in the feel of his manhood pressed to her belly. She laved her tongue over the sharp curve of his Adam’s apple, nibbling and kissing her way down the plane of his chest. He looked down at her through half-lidded eyes when he felt her puffy, rounded lips boldly sucking at each of his nipples.


She had never tasted such pleasure and excitement until tonight and desperately wanted more. Too long had she been prisoner to the brothel and the control it held over what little life she did possess. She wasted no time working her way down his taut stomach, her feathery fingertips sliding back up his ribs and flicking over his damp nipples ever so lightly. Her face stopped just above the dark thatch of hair nestled at the base of his cock and compelled to do so simply because she could, she ran her fingers through the softness of it. Gripping him in hand, the Belly Dancer looked attentively up through her thick lashes and into his eyes focused intently on her next move. Altair held his breath, praying inwardly for her to continue this dangerous play she had begun. And when she dipped down and took the soft plump tip of his length between her blood-red painted lips, his head tilted toward the white tiled ceiling above and sighed with satisfying content.


The fatigue from his release just moments ago faded like a passing breeze as that innocent little mouth of hers enveloped him in the most wicked way. She could taste herself on his skin and her tongue greedily swirled around the head for more.


In her mind, she couldn't believe she was doing this! But he was such a handsome man and the urge to touch and please him as best she knew how was almost undeniable. He had shown her so much already, who knew what else he had to teach her! The Headmistress herself taught her of this particular technique which only served to strengthen her cause.


She allowed him to slip further into her mouth while she focused on building a steady rhythm that swirled and dipped over his erect flesh. She noticed Altair's strong legs falling slack at either side as she suckled him generously. The long fingers of his four digit left hand buried themselves into her long black hair to massage the nape of her neck in encouragement, his other running a thumb along her soft flustered cheek. His honey eyes closed in bliss, little shocks clambering excitedly through his pores from the way her tongue was dragging along his skin. The very thought of knowing that his cock was the only one to have ever touched her lips sent a rush straight to his groin.


His breath hitched and grew heavy when she took a moment to run her tongue up the sensitive crease of the underside. She teased his small slit again using the tip of her tongue, tasting the clear, salty droplets her actions rewarded her with. She felt his cock twitch between her lips as she gripped tightly to the base and picked up in tempo, her pumping fingers beginning to match the rhythmic motions that her mouth had set. Altair moaned softly as he watched the top of her bobbing head, her soft ebony hair stroking along his abdomen. The paint of her lips had left its evidence along his shaft, smearing his caramel skin in angry contrasts of red.


As his blood rushed south to the wrong head, Altair’s mind inwardly fought a failing battle to not thrust into her throat as he watched his length disappear repeatedly past her lips. The hot, rippling cavern of her throat and slippery texture of her tongue was absolutely delectable as it played along the sensitive skin of his manhood. She was such a tantalizing and inquisitive little creature and he couldn't help a territorially primitive debate inside his head of whether or not to fill every one of her orifices with his essence.


Suddenly Altair sat up and grabbed her roughly by the arms, a soft slurp filling the room as his cock was freed from its prison within the wet confines of her mouth. He spun her around, squeezing her back to his chest with his arm and forcefully plunged two fingers into her slick impatient sex. Her actions couldn't have spoken more clearly to him had they fallen directly from her lips. If she wanted him to continue pursuing her release, then he would make it his prerogative to do so and he would be as relentless as the unyielding strive of the Assassin he knew himself to be. And once he'd found it, he would let it go just to continue the hunt all over again just as long as she let him. She cried out at the abrupt roughness of his previously gentle touch as his fingers plunged quickly and skillfully into her clenching channel, creating a twisting assault against the secret spot deep inside.


It was as if he were chastising her for her bold, perverse behavior and she was reveling in the punishment. But they withdrew not long after they entered when she tensed, her hips twitching from the shockingly delicious onset of another hard orgasm. It wracked her core like a storm as it contracted and clasped in search of his absent fingers to grip tightly to. And she was glad for it as she whimpered her lasting descent, though she didn’t want just his touch, she wanted him absolutely and she sighed with relief and delight when those long fingers were soon replaced by the thickness of his hardened cock that she so desired.


Altair didn't even give her time recover, however. In total submission she laid her head back against his shoulder as the feeling of him entering and filling her dark, dripping canal to the hilt overwhelmed her thoughts. He brought one of her knees up to her chest and she sank down onto him with ease, any and all previous resistance now gone. Altair sat cross legged over the colorful down of her bedding, her limber form rising and falling to his will as he clutched her within his strong grasp. Her hand gripped instinctively at the back of his neck as he pumped in that age old rhythm that made her toes curl.

Her jade eyes looked up and searched his handsomely rugged face adoringly. His eyes were now closed and his perspiring brow was furrowed in heavy concentration. Altair felt her arch as he continued to empty and fill that tight little sex of hers as deeply as she could contain.


Her mind and body were drowning in sexual overload, goose bumps sprinkling every inch of her moist skin. This was just what she needed and she knew he would not deny her. The Dancer whispered and cooed her own encouragement into his ear as her feminine hips began to gyrate with a sweet, supple grace only a dancer could muster to coax him into release. He grunted, his grip loosening from her waist as the pressure behind his release grew heavy and she smirked. She slumped forward into their bedding with a soft sigh, gifting him with a rather obscene view of their union.


Her legs wrapped tightly at his waist as the Belly Dancer snapped her hips in unison to his own. Still he tried to hold firm to his stubborn resiliance, but he felt his stoic control slipping as the soft sound of her pleading voice coaxed him into making that glorious leap... Suddenly his stomach tightened, his own back arching as the surge of pleasure coursed up his length, erupting into a bath of spine-tingling euphoria.


The Dancer heard him groan and felt his palms sliding over her curvy bottom, a handful of her flesh gripped tightly as he fell into that deep, weightless abyss. He shuddered and his hips jerked from the overwhelming force of his own release. The coil within her belly also snapped as she felt the hot, creamy essence of her newfound lover fill her quivering chamber. She let loose a throaty moan, her eyes wound shut. Her hips began to buck almost wildly as the milky heat of his seed flooded into her, his driving flesh dragging her down into the deep alongside him.


With a soft shuddering sigh, Altair finally let go of his strangling grip on her bottom. He let himself drift slowly back up to the surface of the earth while the young Dancer's climax bathed his sensitive organ in her juices. Red imprints of his hands had painted themselves all over her skin and he smirked at the result of her performance. He was teaching her well.


After a long moment of regaining their composure, he reluctantly removed himself from inside her and untangled her limp legs from his waist. He sighed quietly to himself as he took in the sight of her smooth back and round, tasty bottom. He reached down and caressed her hot, abused cheeks. The room has grown darker and the candles scattered over the floor around them had now burned down to dripping pools of wax and it was then he knew their time together was soon coming to an end...


Altair heard the Dancer yawn as she lay on her belly in front of him. Drowsily he followed her lead and tickled his way up the backs of her thighs. She whimpered when she felt his fingertips slide higher between her thighs to trace along the wet, sensitive seam there just to draw a reaction from her. The hot trail of his flattened tongue traveled lazily up one of her rounded cheeks to savor the sweet, unforgettable taste of her skin one last time. He smirked and gave the wet streak of her curvy bottom a light, painless spank. She was such a tasty creature; it seemed he couldn't get his fill of her.

He threw an arm over the small of her back and his head came to rest on her spine to listen to the soothing sound of her breathing. She smiled, amazed at his continuous desire for the comfort of another and idly wondered if perhaps he'd been alone all his life. And as he drifted into a deep sleep, the Belly Dancer suddenly realized she didn't even know his name. But she didn't need to as she was sure she would be seeing him again soon enough.


The End.


A/N: I hope this was enjoyed and as always I, too, have enjoyed writing it. Any comments, ideas, or afterthoughts are always appreciated!