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A naïve princess | kiahoga | 35

 

Mia turned, and went into the hall, and a short time later five men and three women entered the chamber.
The men were mostly youngish, and they each carried an instrument ranging from a horn to something that looked like a guitar. The men were also dressed in white shirts, with brightly colored vests, and they also had white pants the ended at the knees.

The women, caused a stir in the men that lined the trestle tables. Each of the women walked with a feline grace, every step carefully chosen to display there femaleness. And there clothing just added to the air of sex the exuded. The material appeared to be a gauzy material similar to that of your dress. The tops they wore, shirts if you could even call them that, only fell to the top of there soft bellies, and the pants rode low on their hips falling to the ankle leaving there feet bare. Even the jewelry they wore was designed to make you pay attention for you could hear the tinkle of tiny bells with every sway of their hips.

Getting your attention, Lilith leaned over telling you. “I hope you enjoy this, I was impressed when I first saw them perform two months ago when I was in the capital last.”

You take another drink of your wine to try and quell the sudden nervousness you feel. You should have known that Lilith would do something else to test your resolve. Refilling your now empty glass, you spy Mia in the back of the hall, and you feel a spurt of cockiness. "Well, if I was able to survive the delectable little Mia, who had her hands on me, ill be able to handle this" you decide.

The wine helping you confident you lean over telling Lilith, “I’m sure ill enjoy it.”

One of the Women, a tall statuesque blonde, approaches your table and bows deeply “Your grace, were are proud to accept you invitation, to perform for you and your royal guest this evening.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Lilith purrs.

The men in the troop sit down in a loose semi circle, with plenty of space in between them. The woman stand back to back in a triangle in front of there musicians there hands clasped. With a nod from the blonde the music starts out slow, and the women break there formation slowly twisting a turning. Beyond the troop. you could see the men at the tables, were jostling and shoving each other to get a better view.

You found the movement of the dancers to be almost hypnotic, and soon you were starting to sway in time with there movements. Almost imperceptibly, the music sped up and as it did their movement became more sexual in nature. As close as they were moving and as they sped up it appeared as if they were caressing each other as they danced.

The tempo of the music increases again, and the women begin to move farther apart using more of the room. Absorbed by the dancing, you almost miss a collective gasp by the men at the tables. Blinking you look and you notice a sleeve gently drifting to the ground. You think, surely they wouldn’t strip in front of all these men, only to gasp as you watch another sleeve disengage and drift to the ground.

Squirming some, your breasts begin to swell as with each twist and turn a piece of costume. The men at the tables, gasps of excitement, turn into cheers as each dancer slowly divests herself of her clothing. You attention focuses on the blonde dancer, as her top comes off revealing her large breasts. You gasp in astonishment, her nipples were pierced with a gold chain running between them, something you only ever heard about in hushed whispers.

Unconsciously, your hands start running up and down your thighs, as the music picks up again. Now the dancers were each nude, their skin taking on a sheen from there exertions. Then one of the dancer, a red head, moves away to spin and twist in front of the men at the tables. Moving from male to male, she gets close to them, but never quite touching. Eventually she find one she like, ironically it’s the guard who escorted you to dinner, she back away from beckoning to him, The young man looks astonished and the man to his right and left shove him forward.

Smiling at the young man, the redhead leads him up front, where all three dancers converge on him. Though they never stop moving to the music the three dancer begin to divest the young man of his clothes. Cries of me next, and pick me start ringing out from the men at the tables, several going as far to take off there jerkins in hope. You moan quietly in anticipation, as the dancer lie the young man down, his cock hard and long, and begin circling him like sharks circling a swimmer.

The third dancer, a brunette, straddles there young mans hips swaying back and forth while she caressed herself. Slowly she begins to lower herself getting ever closer to the guards straining member. You find yourself tugging at the hem of your dress with every inch closer the dancer comes to impaling herself on the hard cock beneath her.

Crouched to the point where the young mans cock was just kissing her pussy, the dancer surprises you by all of a sudden standing all the way back up, ripping a pained cry of “Noooo” from the young man. Needing to touch your bare skin and unable to get your dress any higher. Uncaring that this whole room can see you, you reach up and jerk down your dress exposing your right breast.

With an agonized cry, you tug and roll the exposed nipple, as you watch the red head peel another guard off leading him on. The second guard not wasting any time begins ripping his own clothes off as he follows the dancer. Naked, save for one boot, the red head begins to circle this guard stroking his muscles and rubbing her breasts against him as she moved.

Arousal was riding you hard, and without underwear, the dress where it was pressed against your woman’s mound was becoming damp. The red headed dancer, was now starting to get down on all fours before her guard. Needing more, you pull more of the dress down and start mauling your other breasts. You know that you should not be here pleasuring yourself before a crowd of a hundred men, but weather it’s the alcohol or the scene before you, you don’t care.

You gasp, in perverse delight, as the Blonde dancer begins leading two guards out towards you. Moaning at the wickedness of taking two men on at the same time you feel tugging at the laces of your dress. Looking down, Gwen was tugging at the laces of your dress, her eyes hazy with want.

 

Do you let Gwen undo your laces


          You let Gwen do whatever she wants

 
 
 

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