Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss - Sex Stories

Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss

... he asked, his insides shaking with fear. "Because you are Shadi, son of the High Judge." "How . . . How . . . No I'm not!" "Oh but you are. For now, if you expect to have your life back or any part of it, you will watch our dancer. Do you understand?" "Then . . .. then you will let me go?" "Yes." "How long do I watch?" "Until the end of the song. About four minutes. Surely you can survive that." Four minutes? Hell, of course he could. He was strong. Four minutes to trade for a lifetime of freedom was more than enough motivation. "If you don't struggle much and if you watch very well, you will be free to go." Amara clicked her fingers and the music began and the dancer began to dance. It seemed slower and more suggestive this time. Once again, she turned slowly. Shadi was alarmed. Her butt . . . Her butt was amazing. It was so round. It moved like nothing he had ever seen. It amazed him. It dazed him. One of the young girls whispered fog mist and words into his ear telling him how much she liked guys who liked girls' butts. The dancer with Persian eyes moved toward him. She was three feet away. His eyes . . . he hated that he couldn't move them away. He was entranced. He argued within himself. He believed he could break away but if that was true, then why hadn't he already done so? The dancer was two feet away. Her butt . . . her round round round butt . . . those butt cheeks ... they rose and fell … like slow waves. She was ONE FOOT away! One foot! Amara put her hand on the ...

... back of his head but didn't attempt to control him. She snapped her fingers and the music stopped and so did the dancer who stood with her left leg straight and her right knee bent, a posture that accentuated the roundness of her left butt cheek. "Kiss," Amara said. "What?" "You must kiss. Kiss her ass." "No, you said--" "I said you must watch until the song is not over, but it is not over. The song will not continue until you kiss her right here (pointing to the dancer's left butt cheek). Therefore, if you do not kiss her butt, the music will not play and you will never leave." "You can't do that!" Amara laughed. "It is all so simple. You kiss her ass, I start the music, and you are free to go. Kiss Shadi. No one will ever know." He wrestled with his dilemma but even more, he wrestled with the demons inside of him that wanted to kiss that dancer's ass. It was awful. It was terrible. If anyone found out . . . Amara's hand nudged gently on the back of his head. "Kiss Shadi. Just one kiss. Right here." Her finger pushed into the butt flesh of the exotic dancer and Shadi nearly passed out seeing the magic of her soft yet taut butt flesh. Amara nudged again and the two young, young girls urged him with sexual whispers and promises that no one would ever know. And then . . . It was too late. He could feel the heat from the dancer's ass. He was so close he could see nothing but her left butt cheek. Amara and the girls were gently pushing him forward and he had lost the resolve to ...