Continued from Chapter 4 Papi has made all of the arrangements for the show Silgie is to present to this closed group of people here at the resort. Silgie remembers when she learned this erotic dance and how she came to believe and understand that belly dancing is inherently erotic, that it is meant to excite both the dancer and the watchers, and that it is senseless and practically impossible for the dancer not to have sex after she is through dancing. If her Master is not available, then masturbation is expected and encouraged.

She believes that belly dancing without orgasm following is absolute nonsense. Silgie had been delighted with the lessons they are real fun, marvelous exercise, and they give her the most erotic feelings imaginable.

When she began her lessons, prior to having me as her Master, she thought that they might put some excitement in her otherwise hum-drum existence.

Well, she thought, they, along with her Master, certainly have done that. Consider the basic movement in the belly dance the thrusting forward and backwards of the pelvis is an almost perfect parody of the female movements in sexual intercourse. Consider the source, too.

Belly dancing was first done in the Harems of the Sultans in the Ottoman Empire, and the dancers were always harem slaves, selected for having the perfect, voluptuous figure that the dance demands full breasts, firm, shapely legs and thighs, and a delicious, magnificent bottom. Silgies figure matches this description exactly.

And further, the slave is a Houri, a nubile female whose whole purpose is pleasing her Master however he might wish to be pleased.

It is her responsibility to excite him, almost beyond control, so that he will then take her, manfully, forcefully in any, and he so desires, in all of her three love warmths. Sitting next to Papi during dinner, holding his arm at times and at other times stroking his wonderful golden spear, filled with the liquid fire that she loves so much, has allowed her to prepare, mentally and physically, for what was to come. And now prepared, Silgies hot, wet and silky softness is harboring a bonfire that would effortlessly and promptly burn a man with little experience or staying power into ashes. It is a juicy, wet, delicate burning flower that proudly crowns her loins blooming like a lovely pink rose.

The guests have finished dinner and are relaxed with various adult beverages in their hands as Papi stands, holding a vodka in his hand says, Our friends, tonight Silgie will perform a dance as she would have had done if she been in a Harem of a Sultan. As was the custom at that time in history, so will it be tonight.

Once the dance is over she will be presented to one or more of you as your pleasure slave for the night.

I ask you to relax and let your emotions show. Silgie has quietly gone to don her costume. She will be wearing a semi-transparent vest, deeply cut to show her cleavage, and through which her nipples are easily visible. She is wearing the dancers pantaloons, again of a diaphanous material through which can be seen her panties, again almost transparent, and through which can be seen the shadow of her pubic triangle and the delightful cleavage of her behind.

She is wearing a boxful of junk jewelry, soft placeorted baubles and bangles of glass, in bright colors.

She has on bright, vivid makeup, and a heavy squirt of perfume in strategic places. The perfume itself is a special type, with a very sweet, aromatic scent.

It is potent when she is still, but later when her wild movements have caused her body to heat up, the perfume vaporizes further and the air takes on an exciting, erotic aroma, almost like incense. This arouses her, and she knows that it excites the audience. There will not be a flaccid length in the room later on.

She hears the music begin, a tape of Turkish music, exotic and slow and exciting, music one can almost taste as well as hear. She dances coming into the room, her body throbbing in time with the music, her sexuality obvious, and her excitement clearly showing and desiring to please her Master in front of their guests. Those present applaud, enjoying the private show.

Very soon, the tempo changes, the beat picks up and the pace of her movements change. After a few minutes her Master signals her. Her pantaloons are gracefully removed without missing a beat of the music. She dances now, bare legged, her scrumptious bottom in constant motion, more excited now and more exciting now than before. A few minutes pass and Master signals again.

Her vest flutters down. She now stands bare breasted before the audience, her nipples erect, her excitement growing. Will her panties come off, next? Of course they do. Now she is nude, continuing the motions, the parody. She knows what to expect next. When the dance is done before a private audience in the Harem, it concludes with the nude dancer being given for the night to one or more of the guests. Sometimes the person selected will take her, then and there, with the others watching, cheering him on. She will already be fully excited. No foreplay is necessary. The male selected may or may not need further stimulation.

If so, Silgie is fully trained, and will use her body in anyway to excite him, to prepare him to take her in any and all orifices.

And when he takes her, he will take her however he pleases, in any orifice, in anyway. Will it excite him to spank her naked bottom with a strop or a cane? Then he will do so, without opposition from her Master or any other person in the room. He is the chosen guest and has been given the use of the dancer, and uses her he will, and as he pleases.

This night, the audience is composed of the Master, three other men and three women. Silgie dances on, now turning her back to the audience, bending far forward, and slightly spreading her legs. Her marvelous buttocks are only a foot away from those watching, her squishy femininity fully in sight, her pelvis wiggling and wobbling, and the rosebud of her warmth almost winking at those watching. As she is bent forward, her body so intimately exposed to those who watch, her own feelings are of gigantic excitement.

She knows that soon her Master will give her for the night to one or another of the guests, perhaps one of the men, or perhaps to one of the women, and she knows that she will do her part to completely please this person.

She is playing out the part of the harem slave, and it is as much as her life would be worth to displease the Sultan if she really was a slave.

And in a sense she is. Since she has come under the control of her Master, she has been getting regular punishment, which she loves and hates at the same time. There is no question that it is truly painful to be turned over, rump-up and stropped thoroughly with that leather. But at the same time, she adores the wild sexuality that she feels as her Master uses her in strange ways and gives her body for use by his friends. Yes, in a sense Papi has converted her from a bitch lady to his whore, but never has she felt as attached to or as involved with any man. Yes, he totally is boss and she would not willingly have him any other way. And she absolutely revels in the joy she feels as her Master shows off her beautiful body to strangers and willingly shares her most intimate charms with others. She dances on, her nude body writhing and turning. At times her back is turned to the audience, and they then are treated to the sight of the muscles working in her beautiful thighs and soft place, a particular delight in the eyes of her Master and absolutely exciting to any man. Perhaps whomever gets her tonight will want her that way, she thinks, and gives a special, exciting plunge that exhibits that particular delight to the audience, signifying perhaps that there is orgasmic joy to be had right here for a strong man. And who will the winner be, the one selected to conquer her, perhaps right there in full view of all, on that pile of cushions? Maybe it will be one of the women this time.

One is attractive enough, about 40, shapely, quite well dressed, with a good, slim figure. One of the others, Lisa is a voluptuous woman of Caribbean decent and she is now rubbing her crotch and toying her lips. Silgie dances a little bit, just for her, and this is immediately obvious to all. Yes, that one might just spread her thighs and Silgie would kneel between them cheerfully, gladly looking into and then kissing and worshiping her delicious femininity. Perhaps it will be one of the men. One that she has not seen before, seated in the center, attracts her especially.

He is tall and sturdy, perhaps 50, salt and pepper grey in his hair, and a strong, powerful look and obviously very excited.

Now, she dances especially for him, facing him, her thighs parted, her curly dark triangle in full view, and as she moves back and forth, her vulva opens and closes slightly, her pink personal place now erect and peeping out at him. The perfume is now at its fullest effect and the sight of her nude body, obviously totally aroused and fully ready to be conquered, has all of the audience incredibly excited. They now want the dance to end and to see Silgie take up another challenge the total satisfaction of another person.

Her Master, Papi, designates an individual who wins tonight's prize. As she had hoped, it is the stocky man with grey in his hair. He seizes her immediately, his hands rubbing across her back and down over her bottom, and as he grasps each cheek of her rump in a huge hand and squeezes, he kisses her, a long, wet kiss, his tongue plunging deep in her mouth.

And of course she responds to his kiss, offering her hot tongue in a kind of duel, her nipples rubbing against his shirt. They are in full view of the others, but she does not care at all who watches, in her mind she is a fully stimulated slave girl who will do her utmost, her absolute utmost to satisfy this man, the man designated as her lover for tonight by her Master. He bends slightly forward, taking a nipple between his lips and gives it a hard, sucking kiss, almost too hard for her comfort, but still tremendously stimulating. He stands and his trousers immediately drop to expose a monstrous erection, standing straight out, all but pointing at her.

Silgie drops to her knees as her Master has taught her to do.

She greets this appendage with a large, wet kiss, massaging the head with her slippery tongue. The dance has done what it always does for her left her feeling almost orgasmic. Now she wants to pay homage to this lovely huge length, to make it even more ready so that it will invade her body, give her spectacular pleasure and then squirt its full tribute into her. And she will willingly do as she has been taught, she will relax totally, no matter where this monstrous length is put, and then participate in the pleasure whole-heartedly, giving as much as she can, and cummmming with her new lover, cummmming for him again and again until he has had enough. He takes her to the pile of cushions, and removes the rest of his clothing so that he, like she, is nude. She wonders if this new lover will want to spank her first, there is Master's leather strop, hanging on a hook on the wall. Will he want to use this on her, to demonstrate his total control? He does not. She drops back on the cushions, thighs spread, ready to be pleasured by him.

He kneels before her, first giving her delicious, wet softness a deep tonguing kiss. She responds wildly, raising her bottom up to meet him, throwing her legs up and back so they rest on his shoulders.

He raises his head, thrusts a finger into her oily, juicy nest, withdraws that finger and searches for and finds another orifice for it, thrusting it deep into her bottom. She gasps. She knows that he will very quickly make her cum for the first time this evening, that she had practically been there a number of times during the dance, but not quite, but this oral stimulation and anal stimulation she cannot resist. But not yet. He moves his body forward so that his rigid length is at her outer portals. She will get, will need, no further foreplay. Slowly, deeply, thickly, forcefully his rigid rod enters until its entire depth is planted in her. He strokes back and then forward again, totally in control, setting the pace that pleases him best. And suddenly she throws her arms around his neck and says for all to hear, "ooooooh, ooooooh I'm cummmmmmminnnng!!!! Her new lover smiles, his macho feelings excited, he has conquered this delicious bitch. He has caught her, played her, and made her surrender her orgasm to him. But he is by no means through. He continues the slow pace. Though she has just cum, her arousal has really not diminished at all.

Her new lover is playing her masterfully, slow, deep powerful strokes, his finger still imbedded in her warmth, keeping time with the strokes of his length. Never has she enjoyed intercourse so much as this instant, but at the moment she thinks how terrible it is to do this with people watching, how embarrassing, how awful, how dangerous, and more importantly, how absolutely delicious.

And her thought then goes to her Master, who has orchestrated this whole event, you might say choreographed it, and she loves him for understanding her so well, for analyzing her needs for sensation and humiliation and having them satisfied. Her head turns, she sees the audience watching, transfixed.

The woman is obviously aroused, her legs now spread, her crotch pointed towards Silgie, though she has her panty-hose on.

They make eye contact. The woman makes the sign of a kiss to Silgie, and Silgie makes the response, her tongue emerging and making a toying motion.

Silgie knows, just absolutely knows, that when the others leave, that lady will remain, those panty hose will come off, and Silgie will be treated to a closer sight of those female delights and that Silgie's Master will give her to a second lover tonight, probably taking the woman himself, and with this thought, her body shakes and quivers as she goes through the throes of a second orgasm.

The man withdraws his huge length and drops it to her back door love warmth. She relaxes completely and he enters her deeply and fully with the first plunge.

Just like in her softness he slowly, deeply, and thickly fills her and sets the pace that pleases him the most.

Continuing at the pace that pleases him for a few minutes Silgie sees his face contract and at the same time feels his length seemingly expand. He thrusts harder and faster and in a few minutes she has taken his large load of cum deep within her while cuming again for the privileged guest. He collapses on top of her, appearing spent, but not withdrawing and Silgie uses her training and works her sphincter muscle to help him recover while at the same time not letting him leave the warmth of her body.

Her mouth goes to his breasts taking a nipple and sucking on it gently, but passionately as she feels him regain his firmness.

His ego saved he reached down kissed her saying with his eyes thank you and slowly withdraws from her sensitive place and enters her softness again.

Using her extra well trained strong softness muscles she continues to massage his length bringing him ecstasy as he slowly begins to take her and increases his pace rapidly. Strongly, forcefully he drove her to another orgasm as he deposited another load of his liquid warmth. Continued in Chapter 6