Belt Dance
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As she finishes her duities for the night, cindy quickly pads to her Master's furs, kneeling between His towering legs.  Silently, she spreads wide two milky white thighs placing palms face up to rest atop the thighs.  Daring to nuzzle His thigh, she glances quickly to His lap, then back to His thigh and back up again, but He budges not.

Glancing across the dimly lit tavern, she spys the musicians as she suddenly hears the loud beat of drums.  Slowly palming her way up a heated torso, as delicate didgets flutter across her skin, she emitts quiet moans of pleasure.  Gazing into His empty lap once again, she quickly lowers the small head back to her own lap, and proceeds to graze ten fingertips along her inner thighs, while long fingernails gently bump into a hot, wet sex.

Moaning loudly, somewhat exaggaratedly, trying desperately to gain His attention, she lets out a small, barely audible "hmph,"  knowing her attempts are not working.  she gets in closer to Him, and gently nuzzles the two shiny, black boots before her, working her way up to His knees, a body seductively swaying left to right as she weaves back and forth between His enormous legs.  Inching her way inward toward His body, she gently rubs two pert breasts along His calves, nuzzling His inner thighs, as she dares not cross His beltline.
Once again, she gazes to His empty lap, silently begging to see a hand gesture, or hear a single word from Him.  she lets out a loud cry, falling backward to His Furs, pushing her way to the very edge with two dainty feet.  Grabbing the furs with both hands tightly, she runs her right foot along a silky smooth left leg, before spreading wide both legs for a brief Ihn.  Fanning all ten digits thru the fur, she gently pushes her feet down onto the fur, rising and falling a tight ass.

Growling in disgust, she flips over onto her belly, gently rising her hips into a kneel, ass and a throbbing hot wet sex fully open to His view, praying for a single touch or smack even of His strong hand.  Outstretching two slendar arms, she lets her torso rest atop His fur.  Screaming and groweling.  she pounds the furs with both hands, as she flips back and forth from front to side to back, panting heavily, gasping for air, praying she might somehow budge her Warrior Master.
With tears streaming down two crimson cheeks, she turns around to her belly, and rises slightly on all fours, as two sweat-clad breasts graze His furs, she crawls slowly back to His shiny black boots, silent moans escaping slightly parted wanton lips.  Falling to her belly in front of Him, she pulls both arms behind her tot he small of her back, and crosses them delicately at dainty wrists.  At a last stitch effort, she gently brushes off His big black boots with a chocolate mane, kissing and caressing each foot with the greatest care on Gor.

Suddenly, she feels a firm hand in her hair.  Screaming loudly, she follows the hand with a small head, moving as it moves; moving where He directs.  Pulled onto her feet, a small body shakes nervously, as she is pulled into His large, comforting lap smiling happily.  she gently nuzzles His shoulderblade, wrapping slendar arms around Him tightly.  Feeling His strong hands cup a tight ass, He rises; she hangs on with all of her strength as He walks with head held high, and cindy in His arms to His private chambers.
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