The characters: Frank, whose journey started when he found a genie
Aima & Caspara, freed genie sex slaves belong to Frank. They can wish what they'd like, Frank can control their magic and they can communicate through thoughts with Frank
Wendy, a human woman who wished to be the desired sex slave of a good master
Jeanine, Frank's wife
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"Keep your gaze down and don't address your master's wife," Aima instructed Wendy.
Frank's brow furrowed and an eyebrow raised as they headed into his house.
"Wendy doesn't know she can't be seen," Aima said to Frank through their thoughts.
Frank smiles and nodded.
"Come along, my pussies," Frank thought to Aima, Caspara and Wendy. He was experimenting with how easy or hard it was to speak through his thoughts to all or only some of them at a time. Frank reached his hands down and patted Wendy and Caspara's asses as he said this.
Frank tried something else, and wished away his harems clothes, now feeling bare ass in his hands. Wendy and Caspara's eyes widened. Frank squeezes like he was kneading dough.
They headed into the kitchen and stopped where Jeanine was taking food, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and corn, and putting them on plates.
"Bend over and hold onto the kitchen island," Frank thought to Wendy and Caspara. "Good. Now spread those legs." The women bent at the waist, sticking out their big round asses, and quickly complying and spreading their legs until they touched each other's legs. Frank's hands slid down between their legs and started playing with their wet pussies, flicking his fingers side to side, making a wet, flapping noise.
"Something smells delicious," Frank said aloud to Jeanine as the smell in the room turned into a combination of fried chicken and hot, wet pussy.
"Oh thank you, honey," Jeanine said, as Wendy and Caspara gasped and their knees buckled. Jeanine leaned over and kissed Frank, lightly at first, then more deeply as she felt pulled in to him. It was actually Aima pulling him in, as he banged away with both hands, three fingers into two pussies.
Frank pulled his hands out and walked over to the dinner table with Jeanine. Caspara and Wendy shuddering as they recovered from being used so roughly.
"I want Master's cock so badly," Frank heard in Capara's thoughts. She didn't mean to send this to him, but now as his slave, utterly and completely, nothing was hidden from him.
Frank sat before his food, smiling at Jeanine across from him. He silently wished his clothes off, with Jeanine to still see him clothed and wished for a padded bench to be under the table lengthwise starting at his crotch.
"Caspara," Frank thought to his new genie slave, "work my cock with your pussy while I eat. Lie here on this bench. On your back, on your stomach, however you'd like it."
Frank bit into his chicken, closing his eyes, shaking his head and groaning in satisfaction to Jeanine's delight as Caspara lay on the bench, rested her legs against Frank's chest, and scooted her ass up, burrying Franks big cock in her.
Had Jeanine been able to see what was really happening, she would have seen her husband eating chicken while he buried his long, thick cock in a curvy, dark Persian woman's hair pussy while she had her thick, shapely legs against his chest or sometimes over his shoulders. Caspara rode Frank, moving her body with her legs on Frank's shoulders, getting a forearm sized cock opening her up, forcing grunts and gasps from her, the sounds of Caspara's ass slapping against Frank's thighs, the sounds of her wet pussy making sounds like boots walking through a muddy swamp.
Caspara sobbed, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands holding onto the bench till her knuckles were white, as she relentlessly pounded Frank's cock into herself. She babbled incoherently and screamed, sweat pouring off of her, her big tits shaking, her legs trembling. Finally she held on tight and squirted, every muscle in her body tensed, her ass raised up off the bench, her eyes bulging as she screamed silently.
Frank pulled his still hard, super stimulated cock out of Caspara, her cum and his precum dripping off. He stood, Jeanine still seeing him clothed.
"Let me get you more," Frank said, taking Jeanine's plate. We went over and got her more food, still naked, cum dripping from him. "Let's put some white gravy on that for you," Frank said, his body from the waist down obscured from Jeanine's view by the kitchen island.
"Milk me onto her food," Frank told Aima. She took a hold of his hot, hard, throbbing cock. Caspara's cum lubricated him and dripped onto Jeannine's food. Aima leaned over and licked and sucked Frank's cock to bring him to orgasm. She could feel it building in him and she pulled it out of her mouth and squeezed it hard as Frank came hard on Jeanine's mashed potatoes and fried chicken.
Frank served the dish to Jeanine and sat and watched her as she tasted it. Aima sucked frank clean when he sat back down.
"Oh Frank," Jeanine said, scooping up every drop of Frank's considerable load of cum with her food. "This is just a delicious addition. Thank you."
Frank smiles at Jeanine, as Aima sucked him deep down, her eyes looking up at him. "I'm glad you enjoy it. I think you'll enjoy what else I put in your mouth tonight," he said calmly, wiping his mouth. Jeanine's eyes bulged at the obscene innuendo, her heart jumping in her chest. Without even realizing it she nodded and licked her lips.
When Jeanine was done eating her mashed potatoes and her husbands cum she started gathering dishes to wash.
"Leave all that," Frank said. "I'll take care of that." He put his hand on her lower back and led her to the bedroom. Jeanine's heart fluttered. She hadn't felt like this, desired and wanting, for a long time.
Frank wished the kitchen cleaned better than it had ever been, wanting to do that now, in case he forgot it later.
Their bedroom was clean and welcoming. Jeanine turned to look at Frank, smiling.
Frank embraced Jeanine, kissing her, their breathing audible now. Frank started to undo Jeanine's clothes, pausing to slide his hands under her shirt, across her back. He undid her pants but left them on her, so close to exposing her, turning her on more.
Frank sat Jeanine on the bed, helping Jeanine off with her shirt, then her pants. She smiled awkwardly, folding her arms in front of her, feeling self conscious about her aging, sagging body.
Frank stepped back, dimmed the lights and started undressing in front of Jeanine, knowing how desirable he was to her. She watched his shirt come off, admiring his muscular chest and arms. He looked in her eyes and unbuckled his pants. She gulped as he unzipped, then pulled the pants down. She could see his long, thick cock in his underwear, laying flat to the right.
Frank moves back up to Jeanine, closer now, so her face was against his mid section, his underwear covered dick against her breasts. She gasped, and kissed his abs as he undid her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders.
"Lay down," Frank told her, and she did, her bare chest rising and falling at her excitement and the thought of Frank seeing how wet she was for him.
Frank slid his hands up Jeanine's thick thighs, took hold of her panties, and pulled them down, the bouquet of Jeanine's hairy, soaked pussy flooding into Frank's face. He inhaled noisily, drinking her in. Jeanine felt so sexy and wanted.
Roll over onto your stomach," Frank told Jeanine. "I want to massage you."
Jeanine did as he asked.
"I want every ache and cramp, every tired out and sick and hurt part of her healed as I massage her," Frank told his slave genies. "I want her to burn with desire for me and be able to satisfy me like you, my little pussies."
Jeanine smelled incense and candles and heard soothing music. Where had Frank gotten all of that? She saw him wearing just his boxer briefs, his big member visible, and a tool belt with massage oil in it. He warmed oil in his hands and started with her feet, massaging them firmly and expertly. Jeanine could feel the amazing, curative sensations all the way up her legs to her dripping, hot pussy. She groaned into the pillow under her face, laughing. Frank looked up her body, up her thick legs, her wide, round ass, her back and breasts seen from her sides, and up to her head.
His hands moved up her calves, oiling her up, working the years of tension and pain and wear away magically. She had never felt better. But she couldn't wait for him to take her. This attention was driving her wild.
Frank grunted as his strong hands squeezed Jeanine's thick thighs, Jeanine moaning and writhing under him.
"Here, lift your hips," Frank said, and he slipped a cylindrical pillow under Jeanine. She had never seen this before. It was a couple of feet thick and made her bent over, her ass sticking out. She spread her legs immodestly, thinking this was the moment Frank would fill her with his cock.
Frank applied oil generously and worked it into Jeanine's ass, squeezing it, holding her down as she squirmed to push her ass out more. His hands went between her ass cheeks, oiling up her ass crack and her rosebud, rubbing firmly. Jeanine moaned at the rough and intimate treatment, at the feelings of healing and desire. She was loving this manhandling, and wished he'd fuck her. If her trembling and pushing her ass up to him didn't clue him into this, her sopping wet pussy, making the room smell of her desperation, certainly did.
