Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master 494 The Ghost Mouth

As it looked like there was absolutely nothing he could do to affect what was going on (in the back of his mind he knew he could give Genie a direct command to stop, but that was the last thing he wanted to happen) he sat on the carpeted bench built into one wall, leaned back, spread his legs wide, and surrendered himself to the hand. He was rewarded when a second hand began lightly fondling, stroking, and tickling his b.a.l.l.s. He moaned, partly at the increase in very pleasurable stimulation, and partly at the sight of his b.a.l.l.s moving around, apparently on their own except for the indentations of invisible fingers manipulating his skin.

He watched, mesmerized by the evidence of the invisible hands on his genitals as they pleasured him, occasionally varying their patterns of touch so that he would never become too used to what he was feeling.

This went on for what felt like hours. He wouldn't have minded if it went on for days, but he eventually became conscious of the danger that the clerk would sooner or later come looking for him. He was just about to try to do something to get things completed here, preferably with a nice finish to this ethereal hand job, when something changed.

He felt something lightly flick the tip of his c.o.c.k, then what had to be a tongue swirl around his c.o.c.k head for several seconds before lips wrapped around it. He moaned. He then felt suction as the lips started traveling slowly down his length. As they reached the base, he felt what must be the back of a throat contract around the top of his c.o.c.k, and then wonderful vibrations besieged him. He began to have a suspicion.

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After several long moments of the breathtaking vibrations, the warm ghost mouth reversed direction, and he felt and saw the indentations of something hard lightly sc.r.a.ping the top of his c.o.c.k as the invisible tongue swirled underneath. He also noted that ghost saliva apparently became visible as it touched his c.o.c.k, because his entire shaft was now glistening wet.

When the ghostly mouth reached his c.o.c.k head and bit down a bit more to increase the pressure of the swirling tongue underneath, his suspicion seemed a sure thing.

As his c.o.c.k head slipped from between invisible lips and teeth, and a he felt and saw the evidence of a ghost tongue teasing and tickling the tip of his c.o.c.k and pus.h.i.+ng into its hole, his suspicion was confirmed. He was receiving an ethereal replay of his 'mind blowing' b.l.o.w. .j.o.b that morning.

"Oh, you naughty little girl," he whispered.

As before he began to squirm at the torment of his c.o.c.k tip, but this time there was no weight applied to hold him down. Rather, no matter how he moved and squirmed, the tongue was there at the tip of his c.o.c.k, tickling him, teasing him, making the torment even worse/better than the first .

As before, the whole sequence was repeated again, and again, and again, until he was again pleading to be allowed to c.u.m. Finally the sequence altered in intensity, signaling the final approach of his ma.s.sive o.r.g.a.s.m. This time when it came, however, he was able to remain conscious, if for no other reason than to watch jet after jet of c.u.m disappear down an invisible throat.