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How to use your Genie

... tightening around his cock and the billiard balls. I could feel my orgasm building, a wave of pleasure threatening to wash over me.

"No, not yet," Master commanded, his voice firm. His words sent a jolt through me, halting my orgasm in its tracks. I let out a frustrated whimper, but obediently followed his command. The denial only served to heighten my arousal, a sweet torture that left me on the edge.

Master continued to thrust into me, his movements relentless. His thick cock stretched me, filled me to my limit. I could feel the pressure building within me, my body desperate for release.

"Master... please," I gasped, my voice trembling. "I need... I need..."

"You need what, Jeanie?" Master asked, his voice laced with amusement. His cock slid out of me, leaving me feeling empty. The absence of him sent a shiver through me, a shiver of anticipation, of need.

"I need... I need you, Master," I whispered, the admission causing a rush of heat to rise in my cheeks. Despite my humiliation, despite the degradation, I needed him. I needed to feel him inside me, to feel the pleasure he could provide.

"And you shall have me, Jeanie," Master declared, his voice full of promise. He moved, positioning himself at my entrance. I braced myself for the intrusion, but nothing could have prepared me for the intense sensation that followed. He pushed into me, filling me to the brim. I cried out, the mixture of pain and pleasure blurring into one.

Master's thrusts resumed, ...

... each movement pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, a wave of pleasure threatening to wash over me. I clung onto the edge of the pool table, my knuckles turning white from the effort. I could feel the pressure building within me, my body desperate for release.

"Master... I can't... I can't hold on..." I gasped, my voice trembling. "Please... let me... let me..."

With a grunt, Master thrust into me one last time, pushing me over the edge. "Now, Jeanie," he commanded. His words were all I needed. Pleasure washed over me, a powerful wave that had me crying out in ecstasy. My body convulsed around him, the billiard balls shifting within me in response to my orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed onto the pool table, spent and satiated. I could still feel the balls inside me, a reminder of my submission, of my servitude. Despite the physical exhaustion, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. I had fulfilled my duty, I had given my Master pleasure.

As I laid there, panting and trying to collect my thoughts, I felt Master pull out of me, a soft sigh escaping his lips. His hand came to rest on my back, a surprisingly gentle touch after such a rough display.

"Good girl, Jeanie," he murmured, his voice full of satisfaction. I couldn't help but smile at his words, despite the lingering sense of humiliation. I had pleased him, and that was all that mattered. I was a genie, after all, and my purpose was to serve my master.

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