Fantasies Of An Exotic Dancer by Annabel Bastione

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Fantasies Of An Exotic Dancer

(Annabel Bastione)


Fantasies of and Exotic Dancer

The harem double doors open wide with a loud creak. Standing there with his eyes fixated on me is no other than the handsome Sheik whom I simply can't take my eyes off of now. He stares right at me, an erection strains against his robes as he takes a few hesitant steps into the Sultan's private chambers. The man obviously knows respect, and respect given is respect repaid.

"Your name is... Nazira, right?" he pauses with such unimaginable patience, caressing my name on the tip of his tongue as if he can repeat it forever and still say it like it's his first time.

"Yeah," I answer back coyly, keeping my head bowed in deference just in case. I won't want to spoil this opportunity by favoring one man over the other now, will I?

"Nazira... it's a pretty name, a pretty name for a woman of your beauty." he smiles, extending his hand out towards me.

I watch the Sultan from the corner of my eye to gauge his reaction to this. He nods in implicit permission. I take the Sheik's hand in mine and instantly he brings my palm up and plants a gently kiss that sends a new kind of tingling feeling rippling through my body. It's a feeling I've only felt once before, and that was when the Sultan touched me for the first time. Is he the only other man who can move me like this?

"Nazira, your Sultan has given permission to lay with you and him at the same time. While I know that the Sultan has the final say, I still want to know for sure that you're alright with this." I sense the slight hesitation in his voice.

He turns me on like few men have before, is dangerously charming and now a gentleman that respects me to boot. How can I refuse?

"For you, Sheik, I'll be more than happy to." I flutter my eyelashes and break into a small smile.

"Wonderful." he smiles back with my hand still in his.

Suddenly the Sheik draws me so close to him I can feel his electric warm breath on my cheeks. Before I can react, he pounces on my lips, claiming them before the Sultan can. I'm terrified and excited at the same time, enjoying the rush of adrenaline mixed in dopamine as his tongue slides inside my mouth, eager to explore. I resist slightly at first, dazed and confused by it all, but kiss him back in the end.

He sets me on fire by wrapping me tightly in his manly embrace. Running his fingers over my back, he gently tugs my clothes off. I oblige and within seconds I stand before the both of them fully exposed.

The two of them consume the sight of me with their ravenous eyes. Their erections fight to be let out of their robes. I help them with their uncomfortable societal restraints and lead the both of them into bed with me, one on each hand.

"May I have the pleasure of doing her from behind?" the Sheik requests politely. The Sultan stifles an instinctual glare of jealousy.

"Why of course." I hear him gritting his teeth.