Johniee wondered what was going on, until she spied the rock and saw the Sultan wasn't himself. Why should he be? The Sultan was always Jon in his fantasy. From the looks of where the rock dropped, the Sultan must now be the former female Karyn. Johniee smiled. It was going to be good to play this out, at least for a while or up unto a point. Maybe Johniee could embrass Karyn more than she (I guess he now) could do to her.
"Oh great Sultan, what are you going to do to frail dainty lost American me?"
The Sultan just mumbled while feeling himself up.
Johniee bent over and pretended to listen to the Sultan. "Oh, no, you can't say that. Stop it no. You can't order me to dance!"
As if on cue music started from the back of the room, the two large guards smiled at each other. A bewildered Sultan just looked at Johniee and said, "Huh?"
Once again Johniee feigned hearing other words, "No, you can't make me strip! Your GUARDS would never CUT MY CLOTHES OFF!" screamed Johniee.
The guards stepped forward. They held Johniee as she struggled. Her helmet flew off and long red hair cascaded down her back. The large scimitars worked their way through her clothing. They split the legs on her trousers. They spilt the pants entirely. One guard pulled at her boots while the other tried to unbutton her blouse. Johniee slapped at the guard's hands and in response her blouse was cut to ribbons. Soon Johniee was clad only in a bra and panties standing before the Sultan.
Johniee got a sly smile on her face. She started to slowly sway her hips to the music. Her large breasts jiggled in her bra as she moved. The Sultan was by now getting some composure, but the moving of Johniee started embracing the former Karyn and turning him red in the face. As the Sultan turned redder Johniee moved more and more, seductively closer and closer to the Sultan. Johniee was close to the Sultan's face and dancing as well as could be expected from this neophyte belly dancer.
"How long do we have to do this?" asked an embarrassed Sultan (AKA Karyn)
"Well, in my fantasy, you are going to have to fuck me!" giggled Johniee into the Sultan's ear.
The Sultan turned beat red. "Ahem, ah, yea, sure ah not with that bra on! Dispense with the bra and please my magnificent self!" commanded the Sultan hoping to turn the tables of embarrassment.
Johniee turned a bit red as she dropped the bra. Her large breast swung free. They rocked too and fro with the beat of the music. They were so large it was as though they had a mind of their own as they continued swaying even though Johniee's chest had changed direction. Johniee though slightly embarrassed, couldn't let Karyn get the upper hand; she danced even closer to the Sultan. She danced with her bare breasts brushing across the Sultan's face.
The Sultan had to gain control of the situation. Johniee's dance well the Sultan had a new piece of equipment that was rapidly inflating. On impulse the Sultan pulled Johniee to him, while trying to say something. Johniee lost her balance and fell onto the Sultan, a large nipple going right into the Sultan's mouth. The Sultan's inhaling turned to a sucking motion and Johniee screamed a moan of extreme delight and pleasure.
The Sultan held Johniee across the pillows. He looked up only briefly and commanded the guards and music to leave.
