The Gypsy Bellydancer

The Gypsy Bellydancer

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Paul's life takes an unexpectedly erotic turn when he visits a gypsy camp one night.

Summary

Paul's life takes an unexpectedly erotic turn when he visits a gypsy camp one night.

Content

Submitted: November 13, 2015

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Submitted: November 13, 2015

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Paul was in Istanbul on vacation. He was bored. Nothing seemed to interest him. He had spent most of his time taking long taxi rides around the city, mostly at night.
One night the taxi driver began driving past the city limits. Paul asked the driver where he was going. The driver told him in broken English he was going to a fun place and not to worry.
An hour passed. It was getting late. Paul drifted off to sleep.
He awoke as he felt the car slowing down. He stretched and looked out the window. They had arrived at a camp of some sort, with a few large tents here and there. Paul asked what the place was. The driver responded it was a circus. Paul paid him and got out of the taxi. An older fellow warmly walked up to Paul and shook his hand. He smiled and motioned for Paul to follow him. Paul did so. The man looked back over his shoulder at the taxi driver. The driver nodded his head.
The man sat Paul down at a picnic table and handed him a mug full of liquid. He encouraged Paul to drink. Paul took a sip and was surprised at how tasty it was. The man encouraged Paul to drink more and Paul obliged him, drinking down the rest. The man patted Paul on the back and motioned for him to follow again. Paul got up.
The man led him inside a large tent. There were two wooden platforms on either end. The man led Paul up one of them and motioned for him to stay put. The man left. Paul was confused. He looked around him but nobody was around.
Suddenly there was a clash of cymbals outside and music began playing continuously. Paul immediately felt a sensational surge of arousing energy shoot through his entire body. Against his will, Paul's arms shot above his head and the rest of his body assumed a pose.
A belly dancer's pose.
Paul's body began expertly belly dancing on its own. Paul didn't even know how to dance. He tried to stop himself but it was as if his limbs were on strings. He tried to call out for help but his voice was caught in his throat. Each movement sent shock waves of intense, erotic pleasure throughout his entire body. God how he felt horny. Paul wanted to cum more than anything else in his life. He wanted to touch himself badly but his arms continued to gracefully weave up and down and around his undulating body.
Finally the pleasure became so intense Paul was seeing black spots. He couldn't take it anymore. He was going to explode. He had to cum. He just had to.
Paul's body suddenly lurched forward, his head bowed. His body shot back and his head reared towards the ceiling. Paul let out a huge gasp and came. He came harder than he ever had before. Paul almost lost consciousness.
His body still kept dancing. Paul didn't feel tired at all. In fact, he felt even more energized. He smiled and began enjoying himself. His body started moving down the stairs towards the platform on the other side.
As soon as his shoes hit the grass, Paul felt another surge of intense, arousing energy shoot up through his body. Paul let out a tiny, girly giggle.
He felt his body changing. His spine was becoming straighter, his arms and hands slimmer. Paul felt a tightness in his chest as two rather large lumps began appearing. Each movement of his hips made them become more and more pronounced. Paul's shoes were becoming too big for his feet. Without even thinking, he kicked them off effortlessly. Somehow, his socks went flying with them. Paul suddenly felt free. He smiled and basked in the feeling as thick, black curls of hair settled into place on his shoulders.
Paul was getting close to the other platform now. His new breasts had settled into place. Paul began to do circles with his chest, giggling as his shirt brushed against his now sensitive nipples. Paul suddenly felt his ass begin to grow and strain against his jeans. They began to strain even more and get tight. The pleasure was intense. Paul could barely contain himself. His upper body lurched forward again, and like two canon balls being launched, the back of Paul's jeans exploded and out burst Paul's new round ass.
The sense of freedom enveloped Paul completely. He had to be rid of his clothes now. He wanted to be rid of them. It made sense to take them off. They were impeding his dancing.
Paul had reached the other platform now. He just had to to take off his clothes. Paul tried to control his arms and found that he could, but just barely. Paul immediately ripped off his shirt. Another, more intense wave of pleasure shot through Paul's still belly dancing, female body. Paul was horny again. Even more so than before. He had to get his pants off. He had to feel more of that pleasure.
Paul fought for all he was worth and managed to get his hands on his jeans. He manged to pull them down some before he lost control of his arms again. Paul felt something leaking down the side of his legs and looked down. His penis was gone. His new vagina was wet, pulsing, begging Paul to finish the job.
Paul desperately began kicking his legs out, his breasts and ass bouncing up and down like crazy. The jeans slowly came down to his calves. Paul kicked out again and got one leg free. He breathed a sigh of relief and braced himself. With one last powerful kick, Paul's jeans went flying off his new body and hit the grass below.
The orgasmic sensation that hit Paul was earth shattering. His entire body shook and convulsed. His new vagina began squirting down on the platform like crazy. Paul was in Heaven. He had never known such intense pleasure before. His body finally stopped dancing. Paul's first orgasm as a woman subsided and he collapsed onto his back, naked and spent. He drifted off to sleep. Blissful sleep. The music went away.
When Paul awoke, the man was standing over him. The man smiled as Paul got to his feet. The man pulled out a blanket from behind him and wrapped it around Paul. He began calling Paul "Pembe" and she could understand him. He welcomed her to the family as they exited the tent.


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