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 Belly Dancer



   Not all things sexy happen in a short time.  The story I wish to relate
actually developed over several years of marriage.  My wife and I were
married as teenagers.  I am an average kind of guy and she was the all
American Cheerleader kind of girl.  My wife Amber came from a serious bible
thumping family background.  I am surprised she was allowed to be a
Cheerleader at all.  I suppose the fact that her Dad was a big Football fan
and former High school star in our hometown had something to do with that.
The only reason I was allowed to date my wife was because I was the local
Football Star in High School as well.



   Amber is still as petite and attractive as she was when she was
eighteen. She weighs in at about 100 lbs.  She is just short of 5' 3" tall
and has brown eyes and Dusty Blonde hair.  She keeps it cut short.  Amber
never lost the desire to stay fit.  Her petite little body is Rock hard
like a gymnast.  She doesn't work so she has plenty of time for aerobics
and the Spa, which she loves.  I shouldn't say she doesn't work.  She flits
between hobbies and usually ends up getting paid for what ever her current
hobby is.  She has been an Aerobics instructor and a personal trainer as
well as a Dance instructor.  Her current hobby is Belly Dancing.

   Amber took a class on a lark to see if it would be good exercise.  She
came home glowing with sweat and excited about the potential of Belly
Dancing.  It was a great workout and it was a lot of fun or so she said. 
She had enrolled in a seminar and was going to take weekly classes.  I was
surprised in a way because I always thought Belly Dancing was kind of sexy.
She blushed and said she wouldn't let anyone see her and besides she was
just wearing her aerobic outfits anyways.  Life at our house went on as
normal.

   About a year later I began to notice that the night after her class she
always wanted to have sex.  I finally said something to her and she told me
that Dancing made her feel sexy.  Of course I was enjoying the benefits.  I
asked her if I could see her dance sometime and she kind of blushed and
said the school had Dance nights and they also had nights that the students
danced at Restaurants for an evening as well.  I asked her if she wanted to
do that and Amber told me she didn't have an authentic costume or anything.
I asked her how much it would cost and she lit up.  Well the style she
liked wouldn't be to expensive about 300 dollars for the whole thing.  I
told her sure we could do that but she had to promise to Dance for me in
private as well.

   Packages began to arrive about a week later.  She hustled them off and
didn't let me see what she had purchased.  She was also going in to
practice an extra night a week.  Amber came to me a few days before the big
night and asked me something that shocked me.  She wanted to have her navel
pierced.  I again asked her how much and she told me around a hundred
dollars with Jewelry.  We weren't exactly wealthy but I was sure we could
swing another hundred bucks.  Amber wouldn't let me see her uncovered at
all for the rest of the week.

   The big night came at last, I found a note on the Bar when I got home
that told me to be at Al Sariff around Eight that evening.  Al Sariff was a
local upscale Middle Eastern Restaurant.  I got there about 7:45 and was
seated with a small group of men at a table close to the middle of the
room. the center of the room had been cleared out.  The Men at the table
all greeted me and we began to talk as we all enjoyed the Turkish coffee
and finger food that was included in the price of admission.  The guys that
I was eating with all asked me where I had heard of the Dancer night.  I
was going to tell them that one of the dancers was my wife but for some
reason I decided to keep my mouth shut.  I just told them a friend from
work had told me about it.  The subject of the conversation was all about
the dancers.  It turned out that the Amateur night was a big draw for men
and there wasn't a female in the place.  They were looking forward to it.
They all told me there were some real hot dancers and they loved tucking
money in their belts.  They also said there was always a few new ones and
they could be terrible or great you never knew.

   This was sounding a lot like an amateur night at a stripper bar to me
but I trusted my wife so I figured they were over stating the dancing for
my benefit.  I couldn't imagine my wife doing anything even remotely sexual
in public.  The MC came out and introduced the Dance studio my wife
belonged to.  The Music began and the first dancer started.  She was
attractive and could dance very well.  I wouldn't say that it was all that
sexy but she got a reaction from the crowd.  Her costume was very
elaborate. Jewelry hanging from her waist and neck.  Little chains on her
feet and hands.  Little tiny symbols on her finger tips.  And the skirt was
of what appeared to be silk.  She wore a veil and her top was covered by
what appeared to be an embroidered vest.  It was very colorful.  The second
dancer had a better body and her top was more like a Bikini top.  She
danced very seductively.  And her skirt was more sheer than the first.  The
next Dancer was a Petite Blonde.  Her eye makeup was very dramatic and her
finger nails and toe nails matched.  Her Outfit was much less intricate
than the previous dancers and her veil hid her face except for her
smoldering eyes.  Her skirt hung very low on her hips and she had a
beautiful stone in her navel.  If I didn't know it was my wife I wouldn't
have recognized her.  She danced with grace and poise but much less
seductively than the second dancer.  Her top was a colorful vest with gold
buttons but it was cropped way shorter than I would have suspected my wife
of wearing.  She got a good round of applause but I could tell they had
liked the second dancer much more.  The next few dancers were very
provocative.  One had on nothing but tasseled pasties on top and her skirt
was almost completely see-through.  She got very close to the customers and
every body stuffed bills in her costume.

   The set Amber had danced was nice but much more tame than a few of the
others.  I left the table to use the john and as luck would have it, I
found my sweet wife Amber in the hallway.  She was waiting as some of the
other dancers changed.  She asked me what I thought about the Dance night.
I told her it was very entertaining and she was very pretty.  She told me
some of the dancers made over a hundred dollars in tips.  I asked her she
got any.  Amber looked down and told me she received ten dollars but she
didn't let them tuck money in her cloths.  I told Amber it wouldn't be that
bad if she flirted a little and let them tuck a bill in her belt.  It
wasn't like they were touching anything that they wouldn't if she was
dancing with them at a church social.  She looked up at me and said do you
think I could make a hundred like the feature Belly Dancer did?  I had to
be honest with her.  I told her the other costumes were much more
provocative than hers and much more elaborate.

   Amber told me she would like to make enough money to buy a few more
costumes.  The other dancers had several costumes and she had just the one.
I told my sweet wife I was sorry but maybe we could afford a new one next
month.  Amber then asked me how I thought the others were more provocative.
I explained that the skirts were almost see-through, which showed off their
legs.  The main thing is the tops were skimpier and you could see most of
their breasts.  Amber said the skirt was easy enough but this was her only
top.  She then asked if I would be mad if she showed off as much as the
other dancers.  I told her it wouldn't be much more than she showed off in
her leotards when she taught aerobics or any more than you see on a public
beach.  She touched my arm and I could see her blush.  She told me to meet
her in ten minutes right there and hurried off into the dressing room.

   I went and used the john, which is what I was going to do before I saw
Amber anyway and then went back to the hall to wait.  Amber came out and I
almost fainted.  She must have removed a panel or panels from her skirt. 
She also lowered it further down on her hips.  There was a space on both
hips that clearly showed legs and thighs when she walked.  The skirt was
now almost transparent.  Her legs were magnificent.  Her short vest style
top had been removed and in its place she had a piece of cloth wrapped
around her and tied in the back.  There was a knot in the material between
her breasts.  She was completely covered but the shape of her breasts was
visible right down to the nipples.  This was a woman that still felt
uncomfortable getting undressed with me, her husband of five years in the
room.  She asked me if I liked it I told her I loved it.  She asked if it
would be OK if she danced like that.  I said sure.  She then asked me
something I hadn't expected at all.  She wanted me to go home.  It made her
uncomfortable to have me there while she danced for other men.  I got a
little jealous but I agreed.  I told her she would have to dance for me in
the bedroom when she got home.  She agreed.  As she turned to walk into the
dressing room I got one last look at her from behind.  She had slipped her
matching panties up into her crack in the back and her ass cheeks were
plain to see through her sheer dance skirt.  I walked to my car and drove
home.

   I took a shower and got ready for bed.  I lay there tossing and turning
not able to sleep.  The thought of my half naked wife dancing in front of a
bunch of strange men bothered me.  I was little upset but I also had the
biggest hardest woody I could remember.  The thought of the men at my table
talking about her like they had the other dancers or slipping money in her
pants or in her silk top made my anger flair.  I was wondering why I had
allowed her to do this.

   Finally the garage door opened and I could here my wife's car slowly
ease in.  I lay there in the dark waiting for her.  When she came in she
was wearing her street cloths and carrying a garment bag.  I asked her if
she remembered she promised me a private dance.  She smiled and said yes.

   She put a CD in our little boom box and slipped into the bathroom.  I
flipped the covers off and got comfortable on the bed.  I was only wearing
boxers so my semi erect cock was bulging in the front.  Amber came out
wrapped in purple silk.  She turned on the music and began to dance.  When
she dropped the purple silk wrap her back was to me.  Her perfect round ass
was plain to see through her sheer purple skirt.  The dancer's jewelry
sparkled on her wrists and arms as well as her feet.  Her back was
completely nude.  I couldn't believe the sweet repressed pastor's daughter
was dancing for me topless.  Until today she had refused to wear a Bikini
in public.

   The music was hypnotic.  When she turned I got the clearest view of her
tits I had ever had.  They were perfect.  Her nipples stood out like dusky
pink pencil erasures.  Her areolas surrounding her nipples were puffy with
excitement.  The movement of her body was erotic and sensual.  My prick
burst out the front of my boxers.  I couldn't stand it.  I grasped my dick
and started a slow stroke.  Amber worked her way up on the bed.  She was
straddling me she released the clasp on her dance skirt.

   It fell free of her body.  She lowered her body to me I got a closeup
view of her pussy for the first time in my life.  It was almost completely
shaven.  The lips were glistening with moisture.  Her jeweled belt hung to
just above the top of the little bulge where her pussy began.  The navel
piercing was undulating before my eyes as she continued to dance.  She kept
time with her finger symbols.  I was mesmorized as she lowered herself
rhythmically to my lap.  Slowly lower and lower until her pussy lips made
contact with my stiffened cock.  She hesitated for a minute and then began
a slow undulation with her tummy and pelvis every roll sucked my cock
further into her dripping pussy.  I moved my hand as it was now inserted
partially.  The music continued and her back arched steadily back until I
felt first her hair and then head contact my knees.  My dick was now
completely embedded in her toned luscious body.  I was literally quivering
as her body fucked itself on my shaft.  I felt my entire body tense and
then explode.  Cum was seeping from her lips as they worked my cock by
themselves.  Amber collapsed with an audible moan.  We both took showers
and I got the best night's sleep I had enjoyed in months.

   The next morning Amber was back to her normal sweet self.  I asked her
about the dancing and she blushed a little but told me she had earned
enough money to buy a new costume.  The feelings of jealousy came back and
I asked her if any of the men had gotten fresh with her.  She told me not
really but they had all made some fresh comments.  I asked her if she had
kept her top on and she almost slapped me.  What kind of girl do you think
I am, was her reply.  I told her I was sorry and asked her to forgive me.
It was just she was so damn sexy in bed last night.  She admitted that all
those men looking at her had made her feel funny.  I asked her what she
meant by funny.  She explained that it was a little embarrassing but
exciting at the same time.

   Our life returned to semi normal except Amber was know going to class
twice a week and then three times a week.  She began teaching the beginners
classes and of course went to her monthly dance night.  It was always at a
local bar or restaurant.  She asked me not to come as it made her
uncomfortable.  The dance I got when she came home always made it
worthwhile to me.

   Her wardrobe of dance outfits grew but at home she was still the same
demure shy wife I was used to.  I enjoyed when she modeled her new outfits
and some were pretty daring.  One in particular was a hip wrap that was
very ornate.  It was also very short.  The front dipped down very low on
her tummy and the wrap front tied in a knot directly in front of her pussy.
The little tail hung down just barely below her pussy lips.  The back came
down in a V shape to about her knees but parts were almost sheer so her ass
could be seen.  When she modeled for me she wore a black thong panty under
it.  I asked her if she danced in it with nothing underneath and again I
was shot down by a dirty look.  There were brass anklets as well as Brass
wristlets and ones on her upper arms above her elbows a matching brass
collar was included as well.  They were all about an inch wide and snapped
shut pretty tight.  The veil matched the hip wrap and the top was a brass
and silk bra.  The silk was transparent but the brass parts covered the
important parts.  It was cupped so low on her breasts that you could see
the upper curves of her areolas.  I was again jealous at the thought of her
dancing in front of men dressed that way.

   Our sex life was much improved.  The muscle tone she developed in her
abdomen allowed her to actually milk my cock.  Amber was doing more and
more dancing in the evenings but I was not allowed to attend.  One evening
while I was surfing the net I decided to go to the web site of her school.
It was well-designed and offered all kinds of stuff.  I went to their
gallery and found several pictures of my wife as well as many other
dancers. The costumes I recognized and the poses were pretty.  I went to
their video and DVD page and found lots of instructional videos as well as
some performance DVDs.  One in particular caught my eye.  It was titled
dance of the slave girl.



   The thumbnail picture is what drew my interest.  It was to small to see
clearly but the outfit looked a lot like the new one Amber had bought
recently.  I clicked on it with feelings of curiosity and interest.  The
first thing that popped up was an adults only disclaimer notice.  Know I
was really curious.  When the main page opened the picture was bigger and
it most certainly was the same outfit.  Now the brass anklets, wristlets
and collar were all attached by chains.  It still was unclear who the
dancer was because the veil hid her face.  By the body style and hair color
it could easily have been Amber.  The description was tantalizing
explaining the dance of a chained slave girl and her tormentor.  I had to
order it right then and there.  The shopping cart came back with a choice
of the Club version or the adult version.  I bought the adult version of
course and asked for it to be shipped over-nite.

   Amber and I had a normal evening of TV and I went off to work as I
normally do.  Just after lunch the shipping department delivered my FEDEX
envelope and I ripped it open as soon as the delivery boy left.  My DVD had
arrived.  I couldn't wait for the day to end.  I rushed home from work and
kissed Amber Goodbye as she left to attend a dance club.  She left a phone
number and name as she always did and kissed me goodbye.

   I popped the DVD in the player before she was around the corner.  The
credits rolled and a few little ad clips ran then it started.  The set was
like an Arabian nights tent.  There was a pole in the center of it.  The
dancer slowly danced on to the set.  She was almost completely wrapped in
black veils.  Only her feet covered in jeweled sandals and her hands
holding the ever-present finger symbols and her eyes were showing.  I could
tell it was Amber I had seen her style so many times in our bedroom.  My
wife slowly allowed the silk veils to slide off almost like magic.  She was
left with the Egyptian hip wrap and a small veil over her face.  The first
shock was her top.  Instead of the brass and silk one I had seen there was
a Gold or brass one with a black satin or silk scarf woven though it.  The
metal part would basically support the bottom of the dancers breasts.  Only
the thin material obscured the breasts themselves from view.  The second
shock was the chains.  All of the cuffs, or wristlets, and anklets were
connected by a series of long gold or brass chains.  It was obvious that
the chain was meant to limit her movement.

   Another dancer or model was sitting on a low pillow watching.  The dance
was very fluid.  But to stand up straight she would have to move her arms
behind her back or to raise her arms she would have to kneel or squat.  It
was very erotic.  The other model, a very attractive middle-eastern looking
woman, got up and approached.  She was very fluid and you could tell she
was a fine dancer.  She circled my dancing wife and attached a clip from
the pole to the chain behind Amber's back.  With every movement of the
chain by her dance partner it became more difficult for Amber to move.  The
woman carefully caressed her.  Amber tried to avert her head and the chain
was tightened further causing my wife's neck to be pulled back.  Her dance
partner again caressed her face then her shoulders and then in a fluid
sensual movement she removed the scarf covering Amber's breasts.

   My raging hard-on was in my hand.  I was pumping very fast and I was
very close.  I was almost blind with anger and a feeling of betrayal.  I
still could not control the animal desires in me and I was very aroused. 
The chain was methodically tightened which caused Amber's dance moves to be
smaller and smaller.  Her arms were being drawn further and further behind
her.  On the ground between her now parted knees was a brass or gold fluted
pole.  It was obviously a phallic device.  It was smooth and knobbed.  As
the chains were drawn ever tighter my sweet wife's crotch was being drawn
closer and closer to the device.  My wife's nipples were as hard as I had
ever seen them.  The sultry master now let a small length of chain descend
down her upper body till it was caressing her taught nipples on every move.
Slowly she descended further until the metal cock was behind the short
front cover piece of her hip wrap.

   My wife strained further, and further back letting her back arch to
allow the chain to draw tighter without going lower.  It was inevitable. 
The sultry woman was allowing her to struggle but it was in evitable. 
Finally the object between her legs stirred and she jerked.  Then right
before my eyes I saw her abdomen contract as I had seen it many times
before.  The cock was being drawn up off the ground, slowly ridge by ridge,
by just my wife's tight pussy.  The costar was holding my wife in an
extreme arch and with her other hand began strumming her nipples in time
with the music.  My wife began to spasm and the ascent of the object
stalled.  Amber began to quake and as I began shooting loads of cum all
over the screen and controls in front of me she shook through a massive
orgasm.  The cock was expelled glistening.  The master flicked my wife's
veil up to expose her face and at that minute gave her a deep penetrating
tongue kiss.  I hardly watched the rest.  My wife was released of course
and they bowed and left the screen as the closing credits rolled.  I felt
betrayed.

   How could my sweet innocent wife do such a thing?  How could she let
another woman touch her?  How could she allow someone to film her being
used as a sexual toy?  I had felt her abdomen milk my cock by itself a
hundred times but to actually suck a dildo off the ground with her pussy
was sleazy.  The thought of hundreds of men buying this DVD and whacking
off on my wife was disgusting.  The evidence of its purpose was right in
front of me.  My own TV was still covered in cum.  I cleaned up my mess and
decided to call my wife right away and confront her.

   I called her cell phone and got her voice mail.  I then called the
number she had given me.  A middle-eastern voice answered with the name of
an upscale Bar.  I hung up abruptly that much madder.  She was dancing at a
Bar or as we know them, a Gentleman's club.  I grabbed my keys and drove to
the Bar.  I had to pay a cover charge to get inside.  It was your typical
stripper joint.  Neon lights, and pounding music.  The difference was it
was Belly Dance music instead of Rock and Roll.  I saw the advertising and
it was obvious this was a theme night.  The place was packed.  I planned on
snatching Amber and hauling her out the door.  I realized with one look at
the bouncers that wasn't going to happen.

   I got a drink and picked a dark corner to wait in until I found my wife.
The Dance shift was just changing.  An almost naked woman was working the
rail for tips.  The MC announced the next number.  It was Salom'e and the
Dance of the seven veils.  The music began and a petite dancer entered the
stage.  She was shrouded in black.  All that could be seen was her hands,
her feet, and her eyes.  I could tell from instinct it was my wife.  I knew
she would be unable to see me from the brightly lit stage.  I felt a surge
of both anger and pride coarse thru my body.  She was dancing with style
and grace.  The room of drunken rowdy men had fallen into silence.  As if
by magic all the stools at the rail were full.  The Black silk veils were
slowly sliding off her body in time to the music.  Her legs could be seen
plainly now and thru the remaining veil all could tell she was nude.

   Another fell to the floor.  She had a silk sheer veil low on her hips
and another on her head.  Her nipples were as hard and prominent as rose
colored pebbles on the beach.  They were circled with an ornate silver ring
that was held on by the nipples themselves.  Her breasts were magnificent.
I was sporting a huge erection and was ashamed of myself.  The veil on her
hips left little to the imagination.  Her navel was home to a giant
glittering stone.  A matching silver necklace and hip chain were
interconnected to her nipple jewelry.  She had silver bands on her wrists,
ankles, and upper arms.  With her back to the audience the hip veil fell to
the stage.  My wife was completely nude except for a see thru head veil and
jewelry in a Bar in front of at least a hundred men.  Her ass was
unbelievable.  It was tight and round and lush.  I was livid with anger. 
As she turned the dance ended.  The room was treated to a flash of a
trimmed blonde pussy that I, her husband wasn't even allowed to see seen in
the light.  The applause and cat-calls were thunderous.

   Like magic a veil was knotted around her waist leaving one thigh
completely exposed.  She took off her head veil and laughed and flirted
with the men at the rail.  As she worked her way around to collect her
tips, more than one copped a cheap feel.  I was approaching and was about
to confront her when a man in a business suit leaned to her ear and talked
to her.  She nodded her head and left for the back in a hurry.  I was sure
I must have been spotted.  I decided to wait for her and hoped she wasn't
making a getaway out the back.  A few minutes later she reappeared Dressed
in her metal bra and silk scarf and her matching Egyptian hip belt.  Her
hair was done and her face was again covered in a veil her dark smoldering
eyes were beautiful and the shape of her full lips could be seen thru her
diaphanous veil.  I followed her and the man in the suit to a doorway.  She
went through and I was going to follow.

   A huge Bouncer stopped me at the doorway.  We told me I had to be
escorted by a dancer to go back.  They had private dance rooms back there.
He even offered to call one over.  A tired looking Barbie style stripper
came over and made like she was my best friend.  She told me it would be
$20.00 for a lap dance and I had to give the bouncer another $10.00 for the
room.  He let us thru and before we had gone 10 steps I told my new best
friend I would give her a fifty if she took me where I could watch the cute
blonde Belly dancer.  She told me she wasn't supposed to so I produced
another fifty.

   She led me to a small room with a couch in it and sat me down.  Just as
I was about to say something she slowly turned a full length standing
mirror so I could see into the room next to us.  My slut of a wife was
sitting on the on a couch just like the one I was on and talking to a big
hairy guy.  The music started and Bambie sat down beside me and busied
herself looking at her nails.  In the next room my wife was doing a very
close and personal dance for the guy on the couch.  Her silk top and metal
bra lasted less than 2 minutes.  She was working on the guy's knee.  The
hip belt followed quickly and she was wearing nothing but a head veil and
jewelry.

   She had her back to him and she handed him something and put her hands
behind her back.  The guy took the clip she had given him and attached her
wrists together.  Just them Buffy or whatever her name was said for another
fifty she would take care of that for me.  I looked down and realized my
hand was wrapped around my rock hard cock.  I mutely shook my head yes and
the stripper dropped to her knees.  I went back to watching the next room.
My wife had dropped to her knees as well.  He hands were behind her back
and she was between the man's beefy thighs.  I could see him hold her chin
and look into her eyes.  She lowered her face and engulfed his cock in her
mouth.  The man had the veil flipped up over my wife's eyes and had a firm
hand hold in her blonde hair.  I took the same hold on the stripper's hair.
The cock was disappearing in and out of my wife's mouth in time to the
music.  I worked the stripper's head at the same tempo.  I was full of
conflicting emotions.  I was watching my cute innocent wife suck off a
stranger in a bar and I was both angry and terribly aroused.  I had never
been unfaithful to my wife and here I was getting a blowjob in the next
room.  I was ashamed but at the same time how could I be.  My wife was
doing the same.  I was quickly building to a crescendo.  I kept perfect
time with the act going on in the mirror.  As I blasted my cum deep down
the strippers throat so did the hairy guy in the next room.  I released the
babbling cursing stripper.  She was mad as hell.  I wasn't even aware she
had been struggling.  I gave her the extra fifty.  And as I walked out the
door, I walked right into my wife Amber.  The startled look on her face
said it all.  Her lips still smeared with another man's cum.  Her eyes were
tearing up as I left her standing there.

   I drove home in a jealous rage.  I knew married life as I knew was over.
I got home and immediately poured myself another drink.  Within minutes I
heard the garage door open.  It was my wife.  She came in and found me
sitting on the couch in the living room.  She was wearing an overcoat and
still dressed to dance.  She approached me.  I told her to stop.  Amber was
startled and stopped in her tracks with her head lowered.  I told her to
take off her coat.  It fell to the ground.  I got up and grabbed her bag. I
dumped it on the floor.  Amber stood there, head down, waiting to see what
would happen.  She still wore the jewelry she had on and little else.  A
thin silk Harem skirt had been tossed over her nakedness.  Her costumes
were lying in a pile on the floor.  I picked up the ornate clasp that a saw
used to attach her wrists together.  She was trembling as I approached her.
I clipped her wrists together behind her back and shoved her to her knees.
I grabbed her hair and rolled her head back to look me in the eye.  As I
did so I was undoing my fly.  My turgid cock popped out and I presented it
to her.  My wife had never in her life sucked my cock.  She had always
protested it as a sinful act.  I had witnessed her sucking off a stranger
in a Bar for money.  I told her she was a whore.  I told her she was my
whore.

   Her lips parted and I buried my cock deep in her mouth.  I slammed her
with intensity.  I could see her neck bulge and her eyes tear up.  I threw
her to the ground.  I rolled her on her stomach and kicked apart her knees
legs roughly with my knees.  I held her firmly to the floor by one hand and
the other was keeping her back arched with a firm hold on her hair.  My
dick found its mark.  Her tiny asshole was clenched and she was begging not
to do it.  I reached top the pile of cloths and picked up a silk scarf and
a pair of thong panties.  I edged the panties deep in her mouth.  And
wrapped her head with the scarf to keep them there.  I pushed hard and felt
her relax her sphincter.  I buried my steel hard cock in her bowels and
reveled in the feeling.  As I began to pump she couldn't help but respond.
I was sliding almost all the way out and then back in.  after only a few
strokes her posture had changed.  Her back was arched and her knees dug for
purchase in the carpet.  Soon she was pushing back as I fucked her.  I felt
her tense up and convulse thru an intense orgasm.  As she did she almost
pinched off my cock.  She was grunting as loud as the gag would allow her
to and I pumped her ass full of cum.

   After resting on her for several minutes, I eased off of her and pulled
off the scarf and the clip holding her wrists together.  I looked at her as
she rubbed her wrists and got up on her haunches.  She finally looked at me
and I told her she could do two things.  The first was crawl out of our
house and never come back.  The second was to never deny me anything again.
I would watch her dance.  I would watch her suck off other Men.  I would
watch her fuck them alone or in groups.  I told her to get crawling either
out the door and go whoring alone, or over to me and clean off my cock. 
She didn't even hesitate.  My entire slimy cock disappeared down her throat
for the second time that night.  As I leaned back to watch her work I
wondered if I was going to miss the old Amber.