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14 February 2009
The fragrant scent of Indian sandalwood incense filled the room, rising up to the ceiling in billowing wisps of smoke. As he finished lighting the last of the candles, Diego looked up at the apartment’s ceiling, hoping that the smoke wouldn’t set off the fire alarm. The last thing he wanted was to have the landlord barging in on him and Carolina while they got intimate. He decided to relax, so he lay back on the bed.
“You almost ready,” he asked.
“Yeah, almost,” Carolina responded from the next roomed, “Just give me a minute to adjust my dance costume.”
There was a brief pause, and Diego could make out the sounds of metallic ornaments jingling against each other as Carolina adjusted her Gypsy-style coin-bra and put on her belt and hip scarf.
“All right, I’m ready. You can start the CD now.”
Diego could barely contain his excitement as he reached across the dresser and pressed ‘play’ on the CD player. As the disc started to spin, the rhythmic sounds of Nubian drumming started to fill the room, accompanied by clapping and the haunting cry of the ney flute. Diego leaned back on the bed, eagerly anticipating the erotic dance that was about to unfold before him. He could already feel himself getting hard.
Slowly, the tempo started to build. Carolina pulled back the beaded curtain and made a suitably dramatic entrance, clad in her dance costume. Heavily influenced by the American Tribal Fusion school, she wore a coin-bra which emphasized her small, but perky, breasts, and a red silk scarf draped across her wide hips. The Kuchi ornaments, cowry shells and other small trinkets which adorned her belt jingled as she suggestively swayed her hips to and fro, while the various pieces of jewelry she had collected over the years adorned her fingers, wrists and neck. A sweet smelling frangipani flower tucked behind her ear completed her look.
“Do you like it,” she cooed seductively.
Carolina was a truly beautiful looking woman. With her dusky skin and sharp features, she could easily blend in anywhere from Bogotá to Bombay. Her short hair, naturally jet black, had been dyed a pleasant shade of red with henna. But her most identifying features were her numerous tattoos — a serpent coiled around her upper arm, a black widow spider stretched across her abdomen, a scorpion on her shoulder, and numerous other designs. Not to mention her piercings.
“I like it… I like it a lot!”
As she came closer, Diego noticed that she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath her belly dance costume. He could make out the sweet trace of her vagina through the thin fabric of her hip scarf. His cock stiffened at the sight of it.
As the tempo started to pick up, Carolina began moving through the motions of her usual dance routine. She shook her hips and moved her abdomen with wild abandon, loosing herself in the ecstatic grandeur of the dance. While she went through her routine, Diego pulled his already stiff cock out and started to gently stroke it. This was easily the hottest Valentine’s Day gift he had ever received.
“Don’t get too excited yet,” she said, “I’d hate to see you waste your load before we even got started.”
Diego laid back on the bed. Cast against the flickering light of what seemed like a thousand candles, Carolina’s languid movements cast a seductively shadow across the room. As the beating of the drums slowly started to die down, Carolina brought her routine to an end with a graceful posture. She looked for all the world like a heavenly Apsara out of Khmer art come to life. She held her position for a moment, and then took a bow.
Carolina gracefully rose and began her next dance as the melodic sound of a classical Persian ghazal began playing from the disc. Slowly, she moved while moving her lips in synch with the lyrics. Carefully choreographed, she moved her hands, making the gestures and mudras born out millennia of classical Indian theatre. As she went through the movements of the dance, she felt as if she were in the Golden Age of Bollywood musicals. As the song finished, Carolina brought her act to a conclusion and once again took a bow.
“I’ve gotta get some props from my next act,” she said enigmatically as she rushed back bedava bahis into the next room.
As she did so, the raspy sound of the pungi, a double-reeded flute from India, began to play. Diego remembered when she had bought that album, which claimed to be authentic music of the Sapera, the snake-charmer caste of India and Pakistan, so he had a pretty good idea of what her next dance routine would be.
Carolina returned, moving slowly and languorously, but very deliberately. She was carrying a red silk drawstring bag, which she set down on the floor beside her. As she slowly danced along to the exotic Indian melodies, Carolina bent over to get something out the bag, making sure that her boyfriend got a good look at her as she wiggled her tight ass in the air suggestively.
As she rose to her feet, Carolina picked up her pet python, struggling at first to lift the snake’s massive weight. Slowly, Carolina resumed her dance, allowing the snake to wrap itself around her body. She twirled and continued dancing, sensually rubbing her hands up and down the serpent’s scales. Her movements were fluid, sinuous, and almost reptilian in a way.
“You know,” she whispered, “They say the serpent represents the original sin.”
“Sounds good to me,” he said, “I’d much rather give into temptation.”
Carolina continued with her dance, shaking her hips and moving her abdomen with wild abandon. Then suddenly, the music began to grow louder and increase rapidly in tempo. Carolina kept shaking, but gradually brought herself to her knees, as if bowing before the bed. With both arms, she rose the python over her head, staring deeply into its dark eyes. Diego was fascinated by this new routine and sat up on the bed, eagerly watching in anticipation as she stared up at the reptile. The music frantically continued, but she didn’t blink. The music kept playing, adding to the intensity of the moment.
Then suddenly, without warning, she popped the snake’s entire head into her mouth, wrapping her warm, sensual lips against its cold scales. For one brief moment, she held the serpent in her mouth, then began move, slowly but purposefully, as she again rose to her feet. She kept the snake’s head in her mouth as she stood, then popped it out and took a quick bow to her boyfriend once again. The snake remained wrapped around her shoulders.
Diego sat up on the bed, still shocked by her new routine. His jaw-nearly dropped in awe. And, needless to say, he was as hard as a rock by this point.
“That,” said struggling for words, “was oddly erotic.”
Carolina bent down as she returned the snake to its bag, tying the knot so that it couldn’t escape while they got intimate.
“Glad you appreciated it,” she said as she looked at her partner’s erect member, which noticeably bulged out of his underwear, “I’d been working on that routine with some of the girls at the studio.”
She slowly made her way toward the bed, suggestively swaying her hips from side to side with each word. She then crawled up onto the bed beside her boyfriend.
“You know,” she said as she rubbed her hands over his chest, “It looks like you have a snake of your own in your pants for me to charm.”
She rubbed her hands across his belly, gently sliding them down to his crotch, which she then grabbed in her hand.
“How about I put that snake in my mouth,” she asked, “You want me to suck on your snake now?”
Diego didn’t even bother saying anything. He simply moaned and ran his fingers through her hair. Almost without warning, she pulled down his underwear and started to suck furiously on his cock. Her head bobbed up and down as she frantically tried to get as much of his engorged member into her mouth as she possibly could. After a little while of this, he tapped her on the head and got up to readjust himself. As he stood up, Carolina got down on her knees and continued to suck his cock.
“You know,” he chuckled, “you look pretty good down on your knees.”
Another song had come on the CD player, but neither of them noticed, or cared for that matter. Diego was lost in ecstasy as he rubbed his hands through Carolina’s short red hair. She just kept sucking on his member, every once in a while bedava bonus working her snake-like tongue across the sensitive tip of his shaft. The metal ornaments she was still wearing shook and jingled as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She kept going until Diego felt like he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He threw back his head and shot first one, then two, loads of cum down her throat.
Then they both stood still for a moment, as if time itself had frozen. Slowly, trying to regain balance, Carolina rose to her feet and looked at Diego. A light sheen of sweat coated her body. She smiled and swallowed the rest of his cum, enjoying the salty aftertaste of her lover’s jizz.
“Now that was hot,” he said, as he tried to catch his breath.
“Very hot,” she replied, “And it’s about to get even hotter.”
She walked over to the dresser and skipped forward a couple of tracks on her CD player. This time, to a Hawaiian or Polynesian sounding dance number. Diego listened to the chanting and drums as Carolina went back over to where she had set her props down and took a drink of something. She picked up some sort of torch, and lit it from one of the red candles that filled the room. As it lit up, Carolina began to dance to the island sounds, moving her hips from side to side like a hula girl as she swirled the torch.
Then, very cautiously, she brought the torch to her mouth and sprayed, shooting the flame like a volcano. Diego had never seen any woman do a stunt like that before, but like the snake dance, he found it highly erotic! She did it again, then let the fire burn out and extinguish itself.
“Oh my,” she said sheepishly, “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”
Reaching behind her back, she unfastened her coin bra and let it fall to the ground, revealing her pert, moderate-sized breasts in all their glory. The tarantula tattooed across her left breast was also visible now, adding to the menagerie of creatures she had inked over her body. She delicately rubbed her hands over her breasts, squeezing them together and then rubbing the rest of her body. Her hands ever so briefly rubbed over the thin fabric of her scarf which barely covered her vagina at this point.
And then she resumed her dance, almost perfectly timed with the lively Greek rembetika song that started playing on the CD player. She moved seductively to the exotic ambiance of the bouzouki while her boyfriend watched excitedly from the bed. He’d already cum in her mouth, but he slowly started to become hard again as he watched her continue her erotic bellydance routine.
She twirled, showing Diego the extensive Gothic tattoos across her back. Carolina started to shake her ass, making the coins and decorations on her costume jingle wildly as she tempted her boy friend with her big butt. She twirled again, and in one fluid motion dropped her hip scarf ever so slightly, giving a brief but tantalizing view of her ass. She knew that he had a thing for big asses.
“You like my ass,” she purred, “Do you like my big ass?”
She also knew that he liked to talk dirty with her.
“Oh yeah! I like your ass!”
“You want to fuck me up the ass?”
“Mm humm,” he nodded.
As the music died down, she slowly crawled onto the bed with her lover. Soon, they locked lips and began to rub their hands across each other’s hot, sweaty bodies. She moaned and wrapped her hips around his body, while Diego rubbed his hand across her butt. They continued to make out as she pulled off her hip scarf.
“Fuck me,” she commanded him as she looked up into his eyes, “Go ahead and fuck me up the ass…”
Diego hardly needed any encouragement at this point. He had been waiting to taste her sweet ass for some time now, and this only made him want it more. He didn’t bother reaching for a condom as he went behind her and put his hands on her hips. A toothy grin came over his face.
“You ready,” he asked.
“Yes. Give it to me! Now!”
He positioned himself behind her and brought the tip of his penis up against her anus, slowly putting pressure on her opening. She moaned in pleasure as he pressed his cock up against her anus.
“YES,” she screamed, “FUCK MY BIG ASS! FUCK ME HARD deneme bonusu UP MY ASS!”
With one swift motion, he pushed himself up her ass as far as he could go. Four inches. Then, with a little more pressure, he pushed the rest of his cock up her ass. She let out a loud moan of pleasure as he fucked her from behind. He could see her heavily tattooed back heaving as he kept pounding her up the ass.
“OH GOD YES,” she shouted between thrusts, “KEEP FUCKING ME! KEEP FUCKING MY ASS!”
Diego kept fucking her, nailing her up the ass as she moved her hips and abdomen like she did with her dance routine. There were certainly benefits in fucking a well-trained belly dance instructor. This had to be the best fuck of his life. Carolina moaned loudly again as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her lean, graceful dancer’s body.
Again, he ran his fingers through her short, dyed hair. Then he grabbed her by her hair, pulling back her head as he frantically kept fucking her sweet ass. He felt her lithe body tense up as he thrust into her rear.
“Do it,” she whispered breathlessly, “Cum up my ass!”
She could feel the tip of his dick swell, and then suddenly felt a rush of hot jizz as he came.
“OH GOD,” she screamed as Diego shot another load of his cum deep into her rectum.
Diego relaxed for a moment, allowing both of them to catch their breath, then pulled his still erect member out of her ass. There was a slurpy popping sound as he pulled out, and her anus continued to gape open as a slight stream of his seed spilled out of her.
“That was incredible,” he said as he laid down beside her in bed.
Sticky, sweating and still burning with the passionate afterglow of sex, they lay next to each other for what seemed like an eternity. Carolina took a whiff from the nargile that lie beside the bed, blowing a puff of smoke in satisfaction. Diego reached over to the dressed beside the bed and pulled out shiny peacock feather, which he began to rub across his lover’s body. Slowly, he brushed over her abdomen with the feather, causing her to moan as her pussy continued to get wet.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, “I’ve still got one more surprise planned for you today.”
His curiosity piqued at that statement.
“Do tell,” he said.
She got up and started to put her silken robe.
“No,” she said, “Get dressed and come to the other room with me.”
Diego sighed, not wanting to get up after such passionate sex.
“Come on,” she said, “It’ll be much better if I show you in person. Just close your eyes and don’t peak…”
Diego got up and put on his robe, then began to follow Carolina into the kitchen, following her as she led him through the beaded curtain.
“All right,” she whispered into his ear, “You can open your eyes now.”
Lying on the kitchen table was a nude Asian woman, sprawled out with a variety of sushi spread over her naked body.
“This is Miki,” Carolina said as she rubbed her hands over the girl’s body. The Japanese girl remained perfectly still, not even moving as Carolina traced her fingers over the girl’s most sensitive parts.
Diego was dumbfounded.
“Eating off naked girls is a big trend in Japan these days,” she said, “And Miki here works at a local Japanese restaurant downtown. She’s also one of my students, and volunteered to let us eat sushi off her body…”
Carolina picked up a small piece of sushi and ate it, seductively licking her lips to tempt Diego.
“We have unagi, tako, ika, kappa, uni and,” she said she pointed out different items laid out across Miki’s body, “My personal favorite… fugu.”
“Blowfish,” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, “Deadly poison if prepared the wrong way, but one of the best foods in all of Asia if prepared by a skilled chef.”
“I think I’ll pass on that.”
“Not going to live on the wild side,” Carolina asked.
He just shook his head.
“That’s too bad,” she said as she ate another piece of sushi.
She moved closer to him, running her fingers down his bare chest.
“Because I was thinking that maybe after diner,” she whispered in his ear, “Miki could join us for some more fun… if you get what I mean.”
“This really is the best Valentine’s Day ever,” he said as he sat at the table to eat.
“Yes,” she responded enigmatically, “It certainly is.”
Diego knew that she no doubt had more sexual experiences planned for the day. And quite frankly, he couldn’t have been any happier.
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