First, I started with her legs. As much as I wanted to start off with her breasts, I didn't have a problem working my way up. I planted small kisses on her left leg first then moved over to her right and followed the same process. I continued my path up to her knee and I even gave both of them a lick or two to gauge her reaction. She giggled. I rubbed my hands down her thighs as my mouth followed afterwards. I gave her thighs a couple of smooches and now she was moaning from pleasure rather than giggling. As I got closer to her lips, our breathing grew heavy from anticipation. I gave her thighs a kiss good-bye and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed.
It was time.
I gave her lips a lick and I heard her gasp. Encouraged, I licked her a few more times and she started wiggling. I ended up having to put her legs over my shoulders for better access. Eventually, her moans turned into pants and I thought I heard her say more Master, more Master as I did my best to work my tongue all over her vagina. It took her some time, but she also started secreting lovely juices that I eagerly lapped up. Incredibly, she tasted sweet with an undertaste of a pinch of salt. I paused for a breath of air and watched my genie's breast rise and fall. I think I made her come, I thought, gleefully.
I suddenly felt like this was a waste of time. My hormones were demanding to take things to the next level, even though my conscious said it bordered real close to being wrong. And, as if they were actually talking to me, my hormones reminded that this was MY genie who said that she'd grant whatever wish I wanted and desired whatever I desired. And with that, even my conscious jumped on board of the pursuit of pleasure.
As her panting went down, I redoubled my attack on her lips. At first, she froze from surprise, but the second after that, my genie was wiggling all over the bed. I almost ordered her to stop moving, but I soon saw it as a challenge and did my best to keep her in place. Without warning, she rolled over and I was trapped between her legs on the floor with her tasty lips right in my face. Don't mind if I do, I thought.
I grabbed her hips to lift myself even closer to her vagina the exact same time she sat on my face. The result of that was my tongue was forced into the hole I so hungrily longed for. I moved my tongue, albeit amateur style, and tried to get in as far as possible. She immediately whimpered, and if that wasn't the sexiest sound I just heard, I don't know what was. It sent me into overdrive as I wanted to here that sound again. I wanted to hear it no matter what I had to do. I wanted to hear it like it was the only thing that kept me alive.
Unfortunately, my tongue slipped out and the whimpering stopped not long after it. In a desperate attempt to get it back, I went back to licking her sweet lips. I couldn't reach her vagina with my hands since her legs had them pinned to the ground down to my elbows. As I furiously worked on getting that hole, my genie abruptly grabbed the bedpost and started grinding her hips into my face. I don't know what I licked, but if it made her act like this, then I needed to find it again. I licked all over her nether regions as she kept humping my face.
At one point, something bumped against my nose and reflexively, I latched on to it. As it turned out, it was her clit and that set her off like a fire hydrant. I mean seriously, I don't know if it was pee, water, or cum, but it drenched my entire face before it stopped. This girl is a squirter?! I thought. Is this what I wanted my dream girl to be? Okay, that was a yes, but that was just from licking!
As hot as that sounded, I don't think my genie is ready to go to phase two. If she got this wild from just licking, then I couldn't wait to see what happened when we actually have sex. Besides, judging from this angle she passed out, which was lucky for her, I guess. I, on the other hand, was awake but exhausted. I had a nasty headache, my neck was aching from being forced to stay in one position, my arms were throbbing from the weight of her legs pressing into them, my abdomen and back was sore from supporting my torso. However, I couldn't even feel my legs due to the absence of use.
A few minutes later, my genie woke up, yawning and stretching like it was morning. She looked around the room, as if something was missing. It took her a few minutes to remember that I was still under her and she hopped off me. Grimacing, I struggled to drag my body in a sitting position and even then, I could only leaned my head against the bed.
"Master, I'm sorry!" my genie cried. "I am not fit to be you genie!"
"What . . . are you . . . talking about?" I chuckled, still catching my breath. It seemed she already got hers.
"I disobeyed you twice when you told me to be quiet and when you told me to lay on the bed," she sobbed. "And on top of that, I hurt you! I am not worthy of being your servant anymore!"
So she was encouraging me for more, I thought. It pained me to shrug, but I did so anyway.
"I accept whatever punishment you desire." she submitted.
"For giving me the time of my life? That was incredible!"
"But Master! I disobeyed you, twice, and I hurt you. I must be punished!"
Not that I'm complaining, but I got a little bit annoyed. Not with my genie (never in a million years), but with the one who created genies. Why should she have to demand an unwilling Master to punish her? It really didn't make sense but at the moment, its not like I could do anything about it, as if I ever could.
"Okay, you're right," I agreed in mock seriousness, though it seemed like she couldn't tell the difference. "You did do a few things against my orders so I guess it does seem right to punish you for your disobedience. Lay on my lap, on your stomach, and don't move." She obeyed without a word, although she seemed to be taking this a bit too seriously. "Because you disobeyed me twice and hurt me in five different places, I'll give you fifteen spankings to remind you not to do it again."
