Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master 462 Helpless To Respond

Finally, his eyes found their way back to her face, whose pink-cheeked, slightly exerted expression held curious combinations of innocence and s.e.xuality, subservience and perhaps just a bit of mischief. As innocent as she might look, however, she was apparently not in the least bit self-conscious about her nudity, and seemed quite happy for him to admire her for as long as he liked, and to wait for his next command. Jack wondered for a while what that command should be. Finally, voice unsteady, he said, "Ok, now, uh, how about a lap dance."

"Lap dance?" she frowned slightly, as if in concentration. There was a brief tingle in his mind, but he was too distracted to notice it. "Ah! Yes master."

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Again her sensuous body began moving to an unheard rhythm. She slowly turned away from him, revealing a sculpted back and two full, firm, round cheeks. She then sunk her stunning rear into his lap and began swirling it lightly against his c.o.c.k, which was straining mightily for release from his shorts. It was all he could do not to c.u.m right then. Slowly she turned again, somehow keeping her a.s.s in constant contact with his fabric-sheathed c.o.c.k, to straddle him, a look of sultry eroticism now on her young face.

She rubbed her covered b.r.e.a.s.t.s lightly against his chest for a few moments, her silken strands tickling his nipples, her a.s.s continuing its delicious gyrations, before rubbing upwards against him. She paused with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s inches from his face and reached up to leisurely, teasingly pull the hair covering her right breast aside. Once she had it revealed, she flipped her hair gracefully over her shoulder with that special little head toss that all women with long manes develop, and that had always aroused him. Somehow, her left breast stayed hidden.

Jack was now presented with a large, perfectly round breast completely untouched by gravity, with a small areola surrounding a large, pert nipple that pointed ever so slightly up when erect, as it was now. He had to sit on his hands to keep from reaching for it, but he had asked for a lap dance, and the rule was no touching. At that moment he would have sworn that following that rule was the hardest thing he had ever done, but a rule was a rule. In this instance it seemed to make the dance even more erotic, if that were possible.

The girl rose to half-stand on the couch and pressed her whole body against him. He tilted his head back to look up at her, to find her beautiful face smiling naughtily back down at him. The bottom of her breast was just even with his chin and, placing her hands on the back of the couch for support, she raised up a little further, sliding her body against his. When her breast was hanging just over his face, she bent and lightly touched his lips with her nipple. He groaned. This was too much. He could no longer resist and tried to open his mouth to take her nipple, but found himself barely able to move, as if spellbound. She giggled impishly as she teased him over his lips, his nose, his eyelids, as he sat helpless to respond.