2008-Mar-31 - Devil Dance

New Orleans promised to be the vacation of a
lifetime. My wife and I had been planning a second honeymoon for several years,
weighing our different options. New Orleans offered us all we were looking for and
was reasonable enough that we could extend our stay to several weeks versus a few days.
Upon arrival to our hotel, we were immediately impressed. The city was
everything our travel agent had promised. From our balcony we could smell the
different aroma’s from the many cafes and restaurants along the main street. There
were plenty of colorful people to keep us entertained. We sat for hours on our
balcony, absorbing in the carefree atmosphere of the city, as we sipped the spicy teas.

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Our travel agent boasted, none stop, about one
restaurant in particular. Supposedly it had live voodoo dancers, that entranced you
to a different world. “Mayabo Dava De”, was one hard place to get
reservations. Our travel agent pulled several strings to get us our 7:30 PM
reservation. My wife and I were like two giddy children, waiting for Christmas.
We dressed in the local tradition, adorning ourselves in yards of bright colored
material. We arrived a few minutes early and were slightly surprised with the
atmosphere. It was dark. But not just dark, it was pitch black and cold.
The restaurant’s coldness grew on us quickly, and soon we didn’t even notice the
difference. My wife, Maya was glad she brought a small shawl. We were escorted
to our table, which was directly in front of the stage. We were assured that the
live performance would start shortly.

As we looked around us, we were unable to see any other
customers. We could hear their voices in the darkness, but we couldn’t see them.
The small lamp on our table, shed just enough light to allow us to see each other,
nothing more. The atmosphere was almost eerie. The waiter came to our table,
and took our order. Though the menu was in English, we understood little we had
read. The waiter gave us several good suggestions and we were willing to try
something new. From behind us, in the smothering darkness, we heard wild
jungle drums beating, gradually becoming loader, as if they were moving to the front.
With the sound of an explosion, came a cloud of billowing gray smoke in the center
of the stage. As the smoke settled, a women appeared, being born from the stage and
smoke. She danced to the beating of the drums, her feet barely touching the floor.
She moved like liquid, miraculously rebounding from difficult bends and movements.
She was as limbo as a circus performer, and as graceful as a butterfly. She had long
black hair that covered most of her bare waist. As more of the smoke cleared, we
became aware that the dancer was partially naked, wearing only the smallest
G-string. As she continued to dance, her breasts never heaved or moved.

The rhythm of the drums changed, beating faster, as if
danger was close. Placing a hand over my heart, I could feel my body beating to the
same rhythm as the drums. Our lamp seemed to be extinguished, as all light left the
restaurant, leaving us in pitch blackness. The blackness, slithered and became
alive, crawling over my skin, leaving a cold slimy trail. For a moment I thought I
was dreaming, as I opened my eyes. I was no longer at the restaurant, but on the
Bayou being transported in a small wooden boat. My wife was not with me. I was
alone with the beautiful mysteries creature that had danced on the stage. I tried
moving my lips to ask questions, but nothing came from my mouth. When we got to
shore, she helped me out. In the jungle she became free, stripping off the little
remnant of clothing. I felt my hands undressing myself, wanting also to be free.
We ran together in the jungle like a pair of wild animals. She caught a small
rabbit, and brought it to me. I could smell the blood running through its veins and
wanted to taste its wine. Together we bit into the a live animal, tasting the sweet
copperness of its blood. We smeared the blood over our bodies, basking in its
warmth. Being controlled by our animal natures, we grabbed each other, with a mad
hungry lust. I pushed her to the ground, and pounded my meat deep inside her.
She withered and dug her long red finger nails deep across my back. As I continued
to fuck her hard, she responded by tilting her beautiful tight black ass, meeting my
blows.

I remember dumping my first load, ready and wanting for
more. She some how held me back, sinking her teeth into my balls, drawing out my
blood. Instead of being enraged, this just made me want her more. My cock
became hard and steady, easily finding her little tight ass hole. I shoved myself
deep within her, for the second time, wanting to plunge right through. Again, she
welcomed my blows, arching her body, forcing me deeper and deeper inside. She was
warm and soft, and yet strong. She smelled of animal blood, which acted as an
aphrodisiac, making me want more. She knew how to please me with just the simplest
act, and yet, somehow I felt like I was a puppet on a string. There were several
minutes I lost consciousness, swimming from one fantasy to the next. When I woke,
there were several maidens around me. They all had beautiful smooth black skin that
covered their tight muscular bodies. They were my she lions and I was their master.
They danced around me, flashing me with their wet hot pussies. I wanted them
all, and not one at a time either. I tried to stand, but soon discovered I had been
tied down. I looked down at my cock, and it was as hard as a rock. Catching my
look, the maidens began to laugh. They came to me as one, covering my body like
hungry locusts ready for a meal.

They licked and sucked as others massaged. The
dancer was among them as she prepared her self to straddle me. Several of the
maidens moved to her, sucking and cleaning her pussy. They kissed and teased her
firm tits. They stroked her bush and ran their fingers down her clit. They
kissed her sweet mouth, while massaging her small tight buttocks. She glided to me
like on the wings of a dove, and slowly, painstakingly, lowered herself onto my penis.
Several of the maidens stayed behind her rubbing her back and stroking her hair.
Other’s licked and sucked on my balls, that were firmly between her creamy thighs.
And yet even others, massaged and teased my nipples. One of the maidens,
straddled my face, forcing her sweet pussy into my mouth. I hungrily sucked, needing
its nourishment. The dancer road my cock hard and swift, as I sucked on the delicate
morsel that was placed on my face. It felt like a hundred hands touching and
caressing me, overloading my senses. I released a second load, gushing my cum deep
into her dark pussy. After coming, I remember little else. I remember flying
or feeling like I was flying, higher and higher almost reaching the clouds. I
remember coming a third time, with little effort. I remember the cries of orgasmic
enjoyment from the maidens, as they withered in pleasure.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was in bed next to my
wife. At first, I thought it had been just a dream, until I tried to move. I
was so soar, it took effort just sitting up. There were red ugly marks on both of my
wrists. But that was not all, when I inspected my cock, there were several sets of
deep bite marks that were in the process of healing. They looked weeks old. I
called down to the desk, and the manager inquired when we would be checking out. I
was indigent, since we had only checked in that morning. The manager patiently
explained that my wife and I had been there for 3 weeks, and this morning was our
scheduled day for departure.

Maya and hardly talk about our second honeymoon.
When we got home, few believed our story. Nightly my dreams of filled with my pagan
sexual acts with all those women. I dare not say anything to my wife. She
remembers getting food poisoning and spending the rest of our trip in bed. She said
I came and went as I pleased, spending very little time with her. The bite marks
healed leaving tiny scares. When I touch the scares, my finger feels like they are
burning and I have to pull away. What really happened in New Orleans, I will never
know. But one thing is for sure, it was the trip of a lifetime…

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