Stephen was dreaming, of that much he was certain. The funny part about it was that Grace was with him, and they were running, yet from what, he wasn't sure. Darkness was surrounding them both, threatening to envelop them from every side. It hadn't yet descended into a nightmare, but he knew that's where it was leading.
Then, something felt extraordinarily... not right. Something felt.. wet. And warm. It wasn't raining in his dream, nor was he near any water, so where was the feeling of wetness coming from? He felt himself being pulled from the dream, as if he were a stuffed animal being yanked up by a metal claw. Suddenly, consciousness dawned on him, and there he was, right back in his bedroom, safe in his own bed.
Yet, still the feeling of warmth and wetness persisted. Now that he was awake, he could pinpoint where exactly that feeling was coming from. After a moment's hesitation, he realized it was coming from his groin.
Looking down, he was slightly shocked to see his blankets tented much more than usual around his waist, as well as what he made out to be a very human tongue licking the underside of his shaft.
Smiling to himself, he lifted the blankets to find a mess of light brown hair and piercing blue eyes staring back at him. "G'd 'orning!" she mustered, while talking with a mouthful.
"I think this is the best way to wake up ever," he grinned, watching as she carefully slid his cock out of her mouth.
"I thought so, too," she giggled, before going back down in one fairly impressive deepthroat. "Why don't you just sit back and enjoy while I have my way with this popsicle here?"
"If you insist," Stephen teased playfully, and watched while Grace put on an entertaining show for his pleasure.
Grace set back to work, now that her audience was more conscious. She casually ran her tongue along the slit, circling it around as if trying to decide her next move. Her decision made, she quickly sucked the tip into her mouth, increasing the suction and pressure on it, and until she popped it out, making a lot smacking sounds in the process. Then she would repeat the process several times, each time ending with a show-stopping grin as if amusing herself in the process.
Stephen just groaned as she worked, treating his phallus as if it were some precious gift that would soon be taken away. With a deft combination of hands and mouth, Grace worked his cock with mindblowing precision and skill, enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head.
"You look like you're having fun down there," he said after several minutes, after his breathing had gone up a notch.
"And to think," Grace responded, scooting up closer to his face. "You haven't seen anything yet!"
Wordlessly, she encased his unit between her perfect, fleshy orbs. The softness of her tits felt incredible against his aching shaft, and when Grace pulled them closed, trapping his cock, he immediately began to buckle his hips.
"Not yet, Master," winked Grace, grinning at his obvious attempts to thrust. She dripped some saliva down the valley between her breasts, coating the tip of his cock in the process. "We need a little more lubrication if we're going to do that!"
"Whatever you say," agreed Stephen, mesmerized at the sight of her erect nipples, each nub standing out tall, proud, and begging to be sucked on. From his vantage point, he could tell Grace was extremely turned on, but then again, was there ever a time his sexy genie companion wasn't ready to romp the sheets?
"Do you want to fuck my tits, Master?" Grace said in a low voice, while batting her eyelashes at him.
"God, yes," he whispered, still trying to arch his hips.
"I think your cock looks so sexy between them. Don't you?" She looked down, to see him perfectly encased.
"Mhmm. Perfect fit," he muttered.
"Well, what are you waiting for, love?" She grinned, before grabbing her tits and expertly using them to rub his shaft. Stephen groaned as Grace began working, and then he let his own body shoulder some of the burden. He began thrusting, slow at first, letting her generous coating of saliva lube her tits and making the whole experience much more pleasurable. The softness that surrounded his cock was completely unlike any other sensation, or sex, that they had done already. Unique, and gratifying in its own way, Stephen focused on meeting her rhythm with carefully timed thrusts of his own.
As if the situation couldn't get any more erotic, Grace began to use her mouth on the tip every time he completed a full thrust. At that moment, when his cock was close to her face, she would let the tip slide into her mouth, applying full suction as an additional element to overload his senses. The majority of the time, she'd keep eye contact, her sexy blue eyes letting him know that she would always take care of his every single need.
A single bead of sweat casually drifted down his forehead as Stephen fucked her tits. As their pace quickened, Stephen could already picture the sight of her covered in his cum. Great globs of semen, coating her pretty face, sliding down her succulent tits, and coating her flawless body. He imagined her rubbing it into her nipples, tweaking and pinching while using his cum like some kind of natural body lotion. The images conjured in his mind were quickly increasing his heart rate.
"It seems my Master is quite the naughty boy," smiled Grace, watching him pant. "Wanting to coat his genie in all his cum, hmm?"
"You saw that?" Stephen panted, knowing she must have been looking into his mind.
"Mhmm," whimpered Grace, before leaning in really close, "And it's really turning me on!"
"That makes... two of us," he managed, while Grace giggled at his words.
"Then do it then. Please? For me? Coat my face in your cum, Stephen. I want to feel you squirting it all over my body. I've been a good girlfriend, haven't I? Don't I deserve your cum?" The way she stuck out her lower lip at the end, combining sexy and pouty in one serious glance was enough for Stephen to hit the point of no return.
"Gonna cum!" He grunted, as his wildly thrusting hips powered into overdrive.
"Yesss, give it to me!" Grace hissed, working her tits faster up and down his cock.
"Fuck!," Stephen moaned as the first squirt shot out and hit Grace's cheeks. Successive waves of power jets coated her chin, neck, and finally tits as his orgasm overtook him. It was one of the better orgasms he had recently had, which was saying a lot for all the sex they'd been having in the last three days.
"Mmm, that's it, babe. Cum all over me," replied Grace, as she gave serious effort into coaxing the last drop out of his battered member. Once she was sure the last drop was out, she lovingly kissed the tip, and then attended to herself. She rubbed his cum over each breast, applying a thin layer of semen in a light coat. True to his thoughts, she then massaged several drops of it over each nipple, before giving an exaggerated show of pinching and playing with each one.
"Just like that?" She whispered, sexily, as two fingers squeezed her nipple in between.
Stephen could only nod, not trusting himself to speak in such a state of arousal.
She could only smile, before attending back to her work. After working as much of his cum from her face into her mouth as she could, she then took whatever remained on her body and used her finger to gently scoop it into her mouth.
"Mmm yummy," she purred, after sucking down the last drop.
"You're my dream woman," said Stephen, amazed at the show she had just put on for him.
Grace beamed with a smile, and the made a performance level bow, before sliding back up to wrap her arms around him.
"Definitely the best way to wake up ever," he said, once again.
"Duly noted," replied Grace, her nose nuzzling against his chest. "I'll have to keep that one up from now on!"
"You'll hear no complaints from me," breathed Stephen.
"I'm just a little messy now," replied Grace, looking down at her cum-coated tits.
"Grace, I wish for you to be completely clean and cum free," wished Stephen.
Within an instant, Grace's sticky breasts were once more dry and spotless.
"Mmm, perfect," she murmured, happily. "Tell me we can stay like this all day?"
"I hate to burst your bubble," chuckled Stephen. "But I have to work later this evening. Plus, today is payday, and I usually go in to work the morning anyway, to grab my check, and deposit it in the bank. We have a run of bills that are coming due, and I want to get it processed as soon as possible."
"So, we are going to your work twice today?" Grace asked.
"Mhmm," answered Stephen. "Do you mind?"
Grace blinked and then smiled, "Not at all! We'll make it fun!"
Stephen shook his head playfully in response. One of the things he liked most about Grace was her ability to always find the excitement in doing the most mundane tasks. Just by existing, she added color to his otherwise plain life.
"Good, I'm glad you don't mind too much," he replied.
"You know, you're probably the first person in genie history still worried about a standard paycheck. You know one wish could take away any money problems immediately, right?" Grace laughed.
"Believe me, I've thought about it," chuckled Stephen. "But I don't want to take the easy way out. Nor do I want to abuse your powers like that. I want to try to live a normal life as much as possible. Normal, but good. And if I have you by my side, I'll know it will be a good one."
"You're a very rare person, Stephen Willow," repeated Grace, before launching herself at his lips.
"Stupid person, maybe," he chuckled after their lips parted.
"Never stupid. In fact, I think you are incredibly wise for your age," noted Grace.
"Well, as long as you do," Stephen replied, before slowly shuffling out of bed. His boxers were still wrapped around his ankles, and Stephen pulled them up completely, earning a little pout from Grace as his nudity evaporated. While he began looking for a shirt to throw on, he caught side of his incredibly bad bed-head from the night before.
"Hmm, this won't do," he noted, trying to slick down his curls into something more manageable.
"Tell me about it," replied Grace, who had hoisted herself up from the bed. She had the clearest case of sex hair that Stephen had ever seen. Half of her light brown hair on one side was clumped up almost into a ball.
"Maybe we should take a shower before we go," he chuckled.
