Genie Chronicles - Sex Stories

Genie Chronicles

... until her lips kissed just his very tip. She then parted her lips with the tip of her tongue and, opening her mouth a bit, began teasing and probing the tip of his cock and its hole. This caused an excruciating mixture of tickling pleasure when she licked and flicked his cock tip, and stinging pleasure when she probed the hole as deeply as she could with her tongue. Jack's hips began to buck involuntarily. Smiling around her extended tongue, the girl pressed her breasts into his thighs and put all her weight on him, holding him still and forcing him to endure the torture. She continued it for Jack didn't know how long, never quite stimulating him enough to make him cum, until he thought he might go insane. Before he could scream for her to stop, or make him cum, or whatever, her lips enveloped his cock head again, and began their slow journey back to the base of his cock. She repeated the whole sequence again, and again, and again, until Jack was begging and pleading for her to make him cum. Finally, grinning wickedly, she whispered, "Yes, master." She didn't stop her pattern, though, just altered it. Her lips slid down his cock faster this time, and she sucked a bit harder. The way back out was also faster, but her teeth still lightly sc****d the top of his cock as her tongue did its dance underneath. Then, forgoing her tongue torture on the tip, she sucked his cock back down. In his current state Jack couldn't take this kind of stimulation for very long, and exploded after ...

... just a few repetitions. Sensing this, the girl sucked his cock completely down her throat, which seemed to constrict tightly around him. Then she began to bob her head as jets of semen shot down her throat, milking his cock for every spurt and drop, and extending Jack's orgasm, the most incredible orgasm of his life, for longer than he thought possible. The orgasmic contractions, meant to shoot the cum from his cock, continued long after there was no more cum to shoot, and the girl continued her milking, refusing to stop until the contractions did. Wondering again how she could keep his cock buried down her throat so long without breathing, Jack finally passed out. For the second time that morning, Jack awoke trying to remember what was going on. Memory came to him more quickly this time, and he looked around, afraid that the girl might indeed have been a dream, or perhaps had left, her job complete. But no, there she was, kneeling in front of him again, naked, her eyes downcast, with possibly just the barest hint of a mischievous smile on her gorgeous young face. Jack looked down at his crotch. His cock was back in his shorts, with a damp spot around the zipper the only physical evidence that anything had happened, that is unless you counted smell. He now noticed her aroma left on him, an intoxicating smell of spice, desert rose and woman. "Um, thank you. That was... incredible," Jack murmured. She actually blushed as she said, "It was my pleasure, master." She paused for a ...