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How to use your Genie

... whimpered, her voice barely audible. It was a plea, a cry, a chant, all rolled into one. Her body shuddered, her legs twitching as another orgasm tore through her.

"Yes, scream my name," Master urged, his hips pushing up to meet Emily's every downward thrust. The pleasure in his eyes was undeniable, his body tensing as he neared his own release.

But Master wasn't done with Emily, not yet. With a feral growl, he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers. His thrusts became more forceful, driving Emily to the brink once again. Her body was responding in kind, her cries of pleasure growing louder with each thrust.

"Master!" Emily cried, her hands clawing at the couch. Her eyes were wide, filled with surprise, fear, and... pleasure. A pleasure she didn't want, didn't ask for, but one she was being forced to experience nonetheless.

As Master brought Emily to another shattering orgasm, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the innocent girl. This was not a situation she had chosen, but one she was being forced into. But like me, she was just another pawn in Master's twisted game, a game she had no choice but to play.

Master's commanding voice broke through my thoughts, pulling my attention back to him. His gaze was on me, an expectant look on his face. He wanted me to join him, to indulge in the same pleasure that he had just driven Emily to.

"Why the fuck do you still have clothes on, Jeanie?" he barked, his gaze roaming over my body. His words ...

... hit me like a splash of cold water, but it didn't dull the arousal that was building within me. With a wave of his hand, my clothes vanished, leaving me standing there in all my naked glory.

A sudden rush of warmth flooded my core, a physical manifestation of Master's command. I could feel myself growing wet, the heat coiling low in my belly. But my focus was drawn to Master's manhood, glistening with Emily's juices. There was a slight tinge of red mixed in, and I knew what it meant. Emily's innocence was now gone, claimed by Master.

"You going to clean me off?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. He was watching me closely, gauging my reaction. I knew what he wanted, and I was powerless to deny him.

"Get the fuck on my cock," he ordered, his voice filled with anticipation. I moved towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. I was about to indulge in the same pleasure that Emily had just experienced, and it was both exciting and terrifying.

As I straddled him, Master's hands found my hips, guiding me onto him. His manhood slid into me easily, the sensation overwhelming. His cock, still slick with Emily's juices, pushed into me, filling me in a way that was both foreign and familiar. His grip on my hips tightened as he thrust into me, driving his cock deeper into me.

I gasped at the intrusion, my body instinctively arching to accommodate him. The pleasure was intense, waves of it washing over me with each thrust. My body responded in kind, my core tightening ...