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Betty the Spy, Part 2: Belly Dancer { MC MF MD reluc 1st F-solo}
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Synopsis: Previously, Betty's career as a spy for the mysterious
Agency has came under the guiding hand of Mr. Solo, who moved
that hand all over her ripe young body. While still technically a
virgin, Betty's sexuality was rapidly awakened and continues to
grow with unusual speed. Now, Betty is about to embark on her
first real mission, finally escaping the dominating Mr. Solo.
Will she be able to get into the Sultan's harem to accomplish her
mission?

Background: This story is a spin-off of the "Becoming a Winner"
series. Betty, a brilliant college co-ed with a huge submissive
streak was being transformed by Hal, a graduate psychology
student, from being a fat girl with poor complexion & rotten
self-image into the woman she (& he) always desired. Betty had a
fertile imagination when she pleasures herself. This is one of
her favorites.

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depicted herein.

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Part 2 - BELLY-DANCER

It took two days to travel to Brunei. Two days without Mr. Solo's
hands on my body, without his cock up my ass. I'd thought I'd
calm down being away from him, but I seemed to get hornier with
each passing hour. Bringing myself off in the bathroom several
times seemed to help, but only a little while.

My first stop was a club in Brunei where the owner was known to
procure new girls for the Sultan's harem. I took a plane flight
to Brunei, then a cab to the club.

On my arrival, I'd been told to expect to begin work immediately,
but the club owner, Hasim demanded an immediate demonstration of
my dancing before he'd hire me. Fortunately, I'd rested on the
plane.

I was directed to a room upstairs which would be my new living
quarters, provided free of charge to all the girls who worked at
the club. I must hurry because the demonstration must be finished
before the club opened in a few hours.

I quickly removed my clothes. Wearing only my thong, little
Goosebumps rose on my naked skin from the cool air. Of course, my
naughty nipples were also hardening for the same reason.

For no apparent reason I had a sixth sense of being watched. I
grabbed a pillow off the bed to cover my nakedness. I moved
around the room like that looking in the bathroom, behind the
curtains, under the bed, but found nothing.

So, I dropped the pillow and pulled the thong down my long legs,
kicking it aside. Completely nude I stepped over to my travel
bag.

Looking back now, so much of what followed would have been
different if I had listened to my sixth sense. If I considered
the possibility that Hasim was watching my every move via closed
circuit TV.

Eight different video cameras were installed in each of the
girl's rooms. Hasim's side business was pornography. He used the
recordings to make movies and pumped it out live to several
Internet sites. Any of the girls who had a "special" customer was
encouraged to take him to her own room where everything was
recorded and broadcast out to the Internet.

My travel bag unzipped, I removed my costume, placed it on the
bed. I would have put it on then, but remembered my pills. Hasim
and about 200 Internet hard-ons had been closely monitoring my
fully exposed assets.

I'd forgotten to take my daily birth-control pill on the plane.
The assembled voyeurs saw her unscrew the bottle and pop a pill
in her mouth. I'd just started last week and still forgot
sometimes. Then I checked my belly-jewel-camera. Everything
seemed to be working so I inserted it. I quickly put on my
make-up, got dressed, and went back to the club.

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Hasim thought her long legs, clear skin, and ample bosom (if they
were real) might make her a candidate for the Sultan, but he
wondered at the girl's strange behavior. If the white pill was an
addictive drug, it could be used to better control the girl and
what was so unusual about her belly-jewel? Hasim made some notes
to investigate later.

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I entered the spotlight. My eye makeup was pronounced and
seductive. I felt all eyes on my sexy body, well displayed by my
costume. It made me feel strange, sensuous, vulnerable; I had
never danced before a large group of men and women.

The sultry music began. I felt it move through me and take
control of my body as I had been taught. Every part of me moving
to the seductive rhythm, breasts, tummy, ass, and thighs. I
contorted into difficult positions only possible with my limber
body, bending over backwards while still in motion.

My dance went through several paces, following the beat of the
music, from fast to medium to slow but always sexy, then
reversing the whole trend. One by one my veils fell to the floor.
My dance became more provocative, more suggestive. I danced my
desire and passion, begging for sex.

A side-glance at Hasim showed me he was hypnotized by the show.
After some 40 minutes, the last veil was tossed in the air, I
fell to the floor, my forehead touching a spot before Hasim's
feet. The dance was done.

I was flushed and aroused, as usually after completing the
sensuous dance. I stood awaiting Hasim's verdict, dressed only in
a butterfly-bralet and panty set that just barely covered my
nipples and pussy.

Hasim was watching my well displayed breasts rise and fall, sweat
trickling down my cleavage as I continued to breath heavily
following my exertions. I never displayed my body in this way
before. And this man had the power to determine my success or
failure.

Feeling exposed and vulnerable, I realized that no one would
bring me anything to cover myself until Hasim spoke. My nipples
hardened further, shooting thrumming sensations as if by magic
down between my legs where I felt the first moisture of true
arousal.

I hoped he would not notice. Of course, he did and decided to
take advantage of the hot-blooded, large-breasted butterfly
before him who smelled of sex. "There is potential, but several
improvement are required, before your performance is acceptable,"
he judged, "Are you prepared for further training? If not, you
may depart now."

I desperately wanted to run to my room and relieve my arousal,
but I agreed to Hasim's demand as the only way to continue the
mission. He began my instruction by dissecting my dance almost
step-by-step. He showed me a better way to position each part of
my body by moving them into place with feather light touches that
steadily increased my arousal.

Hasim continued, noticing my rapid breathing, flushed skin where
he touched me, and the odor of arousal that rose ever stronger
from my body. Hand, belly, ass, hips, leg, throat, waist, thigh,
belly, ass, arm, leg, hips, head, thigh, hips, foot, belly,
waist, ass, hand, throat, thigh, my blood was pounding. "Feel
your body," Hasim droned again and again, as if there was
something else I could do, hand, belly, ass, hips, leg, throat,
waist, thigh, belly, ass, arm, leg, hips, head, thigh, hips,
foot, belly, waist, ass, hand, throat, thigh, my blood was
boiling.

I closed my eyes, fighting for control while I awaited his next
fiery touch. I knew that if he were to caress my nipples or pussy
at this moment I'd throw myself at his feet and beg him to fuck
me front of everyone present. Suddenly, I realized he had stopped
touching me.

"Are you alright girl?" he asked solicitously. I shuddered unable
to trust my tongue. He continued, "There was some small progress
today, you are permitted another demonstration and further
training tomorrow. It is late now. Return to your room and rest."
Silently, I gathered my costume and went quickly back to my room
unable think of anything but the feel of his hands on my body.

When I entered my room I dropped my costume, ripped off my
butterfly bralet to the relief of my nipples and stripping off
the soaking butterfly panties.

I threw myself onto the blue shirt I'd left in the middle of the
bed. Middle finger plunging into the folds of my pussy, still
thinking of Hasim's magic hands touching me everywhere. I
climaxed once, twice, thrice, four times in a row before my
tension finally was drained. As I fell into an exhausted sleep I
realized that I had lost control of the situation and knew that
the next time Hasim inflamed my passions, I'd be unable to
resist.

Hasim smiled as he watched the girl's entire performance on the
video monitor. He knew the big-breasted slut could easily be
wrapped around his cock tomorrow. Her body was sufficiently
sensitive to be a harem girl. He would have fucked her today if
not for that possibility. Tonight he would find out all that was
needed. Meanwhile he put her videotape on continuous playback for
the Internet. It had the highest rating for the week.

An hour after closing, Hasim verified Betty was still asleep. He
toggled a switch that released sleep gas into her room. After 10
minutes, he entered the room wearing a mask. The slut still lay
with her legs spread wide, displaying her sex. He walked over and
began massaging her breasts. He enjoyed the feeling for several
minutes, then began tweaking the nipples that had risen under his
ministrations. He noticed fluid dripping from her pussy as she
began to moan softly.

He could not know I was dreaming of him and my dream echoed the
actual caresses of his hands on my unprotected nude body.

He was sure now that her abundant tits were real, not
artificially enhanced. He moved down between her legs and
inserted two fingers into her slit.

In my dream I could feel his penetration. The walls of my cunt
welcomed his gentle massage, my juices enabling him to move ever
so slowly deeper and deeper. In my dream, my hips moved
helplessly to meet his manly thrusts, my passion growing by the
second. When he touched my maidenhood, it was the trigger for
another overwhelming orgasm.

Hasim felt her cunt shudder as his fingers were soaked with her
fluids. The slut had cum in her sleep! Yet, she was a virgin as
he had just verified by his own hand. Oh Allah, why must I save
this one for the worthless Sultan? Yet, it would mean his life if
it were ever discovered he'd defiled such a perfect harem
candidate.

Jasmine was the solution. She would be used to sate his lust as
soon as he was through here. He gently removed the suspicious
jewel from the slut's belly button, retrieved the bottle of pills
and went back downstairs.

He sent the bottle to the pharmacist who lived next store and
owed him many favors. He took out a jeweler's glass and inspected
the belly-button gem closely. By Allah, there was some kind of
device inside! He could not determine more without destroying the
gem, so he put it down and went straight to Jasmine's room.

She was fast asleep, but naked as he'd expected. He pulled down
his pants and jumped on top of her. Jasmine's hands were forced
above her head as Hasim's mouth fastened like a vacuum cleaner on
her left nipple. She was barely awake when she felt his thrust
deep into her. She cried out at being taken so unprepared, but by
the time the cry died on her lips he had shot his seed into her.

When she had caught her breath to scream curses at him, he was
already gone, back to his office. She had been abused like this
many times before and would be many times again. That was her lot
as long as she needed the drugs. Jasmine turned into her pillow
and cried herself back to sleep.

Hasim re-examined the gem until he received the bottle back with
a report on the white pills. They were for birth control! This
foreign woman was full of mysteries. Why would a virgin use birth
control? It made no sense, but neither did the gem.

Hasim went back to Betty's room, replaced the pills and the gem
exactly where they had been.

Once more he fondled the defenseless girl, touching all her most
sensitive places until she again shuddered with orgasm, he
continued to judge her heat and see what other mysteries there
might be. In the next 10 minutes she came five more times.

This girl was worth 10 times the normal harem price! What a slave
she would be when her full sexuality was awakened within the
harem walls. He turned to leave; deciding Jasmine would receive
another visit this night.

The next morning I thought I had many hours until my next
demonstration. Unknown to me, my demonstration had already begun.
I remembered the most amazing dreams of Hasim making love to me
as I climaxed again and again. The images were so strong, I was
immediately wet again! My body seemed unusually sensitive today,
especially my nipples and pussy.

This time I began a more leisure process. I cupped my full
breasts. I gently teased myself up the ladder of passion to the
brink of climax and back down. I did this several times, as my
mother had taught me. My moans of passion filling the room as I
practiced controlling my arousal. The unseen audience cheered
wildly in appreciation of my unique performance. The Sultan
himself later viewed the videotape.

It felt so good, I decided to test how many climaxes I could
produce. The next time I reached the brink I pushed myself as
gently as possible over the edge. It suffused my entire body. It
was glorious! Without stopping to rest I continued and did it
again and again and again. I lost count around 25, there may have
been as may as 100 by the time I finally exhausted my body's
passion.

The sheet under me was soaked with my juices. The whole room
stank of my sex. I looked at the clock. It was only one hour
until my next demonstration! I threw myself into the shower. I
shampooed my hair quickly, rinsed it out then began soaping my
body, I ignored my nipples when they popped out once again, and
reached down to my legs and thighs that tingled as the soap ran
across them.

I feared touching my vagina, but that needed cleansing more then
any other part of my body, so I put some soap on a little towel
and tried to use it. The very first touch was electric. A few
more rubs and my other hand shot back to my breast and began to
pinch my nipple.

I was lost again in pleasure as I brought myself to climax many
more times. Finally, my head cleared and I was able to rinse the
remaining soap from my body. How long had it been? What was wrong
with me? It seemed I could not go for an hour without touching
myself.

I jumped out of the tub and ran out to get a towed from the
outside rack, and slammed right into Hasim. He grabbed my upper
arms tightly to steady himself. Looking down at me in fury he
yelled, "Do you not what where you run, stupid girl? Why are you
late? The demonstration was to begin 20 minutes ago. I have
people waiting to see you." His anger burned into me.

Suddenly my breath caught as my body supplied the answer. My skin
flushed, nipples hardened, and pussy gushed my instant passion. I
was ready for sex now! He saw; he knew. I lowered my eyes in
embarrassment, shame, and fear. I thought he would throw me on
the floor and slam his cock into my obviously eager body.

Hasim could not believe his eyes. This foreign slut reacted to
him like a bitch in heat, but he could do nothing. He had seen
how the slut could not keep from touching herself on the bathroom
video cameras along with visitors who had sent him to fetch the
girl. Those visitors from the Sultan's harem were watching even
now on the video monitors.

What a slave this girl would make! He threw her from him. She
tripped and fell onto her back, staring up at him from the floor,
her legs spread wide, flushed, panting, arousal glistening on her
cunt.

He roared at her in frustration, "The demonstration is cancelled.
Dress and prepare yourself for an audience commanded by the
Sultan immediately." Hasim turned and stormed out of her room.

I sat there dazed, slowly realizing I would not experience the
rape my body has eagerly signaled. Somehow my body was changing.
It was out of control, broadcasting an almost constant need for
sex. I thought back to the daily sex games that Mr. Solo had
coerced. I thought about Hasan's hands. I thought about
masturbating again. What was causing me to behave like a bitch in
heat? What would happen to me if I couldn't get it undercontrol?

My whirling thoughts cleared to the point I was able to focus on
my mission. From what Hasim said, somehow I had succeeded gaining
entry to the Sultan's palace. Suppressing my body's demand to
masturbate once more, I tried to dress quickly.

I had two problems. First my nipples were so sensitive that the
only thing soft enough that I could stand to wear was risqu  blue
floral sleepwear. It was open on both sides showing too much of
my tits which would bounce freely with every step. Second,
although the gossamer light garment was cut very high, I couldn't
wear panties. Even if all my panties weren't already soiled, my
twat was so wet it would quickly soak through anything. I'd be
flashing my obviously aroused pussy to everyone if I bent down or
even if there were a strong breeze.

There were no better choices and I needed to get downstairs
immediately. So, I dried my soaking bush with a hand towel then
tied the bit of cloth around me. Anyway, I thought, for someone
intending to enter a harem, it might not be so bad. I put on my
shoes, threw on some makeup and went downstairs.

The men present treated me like a lady, but appraised my body
like starving dogs watching a piece of meat. I was whisked into a
limousine that took me directly to the palace.

My travel bag was taken from me and carried by one of the men. I
protested when it was placed in another car. It contained my
birth-control pills and all my equipment. I was placated with
promises that it would soon be returned to me.

Walking through the long majestic hallways of the palace,
everyone stopped to stare and point at the half-naked slut with
jiggling breasts walking past them. I flushed with embarrassment.
A woman of this country might be stoned to death if she were
caught alone in the street dressed as I was.

The guide walking besides me instructed that I was not to speak
unless spoken to. We passed into a huge chamber, directly into
the presence of the Sultan. "Show obeisance, touch your head to
the floor," hissed my guide.

The Sultan looked down from his high chair and commanded me to
rise. As I looked up at this powerful man, my body again signaled
my need for sex. The juices of my arousal literally ran down my
legs. The Sultan looked at me, had a whispered consultation with
the advisor who had brought me to the palace, then declared
something in his language I could not understand. The reaction
around the room sounded something like "1000 pleasures".

I was led off to the wing in which the harem resided. With my
sexuality growing out of control, how will I resist the
all-pervasive allure of the harem and complete my mission? I must
get out quickly or like countless girls before me, fall victim to
the unknown power of the harem to transform beautiful women into
pleasure slaves.


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Next: Harem Girl, Cuming soon :)

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