Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master 501 'Shit! I'm Late'

Soon her enthusiasm pulled her nipples from his lips as she sat up a bit and propped herself on her arms to allow her to ride him harder. He contented himself with fondling her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and watching her glossy black shoulder-length hair swirl around her face as the speed and depth of her strokes continued to increase. Her firm, round a.s.s started smacking his crotch as she took him in completely again, especially when he began raising his hips to meet her while angling to hit all her sensitive spots at Genie's direction. This round she was in charge of the pace, and there was nothing stopping her from accelerating as she slammed down on him harder and harder. He met her thrust for thrust. For all her enthusiasm, this position wasn't quite as stimulating for her as the other, though. By the time, ten minutes later, when she screamed out her o.r.g.a.s.m, m.u.f.fled by her fist in her mouth, she was covered by a sheen of perspiration. She slowed as her tremors again subsided, then collapsed on top of him.

"Please tell me... you came," she panted.

"I'm afraid not. There won't be any question when I do."

She moaned. "I don't think I can go another round."

Genie quickly described a new position to use.

"Tell you what, I'll do all the work this time. One more should do it."

She moaned again as he gently roller her onto her back, then instructed her to lie face-down on the carpet. He placed a folded pair of shorts under her crotch, and another under her head as a pillow.

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"Now, you just do you best to lay there and relax. As I say, let me do all the work." He then spread her legs comfortably wide, and positioning his c.o.c.k over her a.s.s, slid it down between her crack, past her bud, and to her entrance again. He slowly pressed in, and she moaned once more. He then began to thrust. He wasn't able to drill quite as deep, but at this angle he was able to rub his c.o.c.k directly against her sensitive G-spot, while at the same time rubbing her c.l.i.t on the shorts through her hood. It wasn't long before she was shuddering through another o.r.g.a.s.m.

Jack thrust her through that and two more o.r.g.a.s.ms, all the while whispering for her to stay relaxed and simply enjoy it. Once the last o.r.g.a.s.m started, it continued on a low boil until several minutes later, when Jack began thrusting faster as his own explosion finally arrived. He continued long, firm strokes as he groaned at each strong spurt of c.u.m exploding deep inside her. Feeling this turned her boil into a roiling one, and she screamed again into her makes.h.i.+ft pillow.

Once they both had screamed and grunted out the last of their pleasure, Jack lay down gently atop her, panting, and his c.o.c.k finally, slowly began to deflate.

"d.a.m.n, you sure as some white boy," she panted.

"Thanks." He rose to slowly slip his c.o.c.k from her. "I think I can try these pants on, now, so I guess I should let you get back on duty."

This roused her enough to look at her watch. "s.h.i.+t, I'm late!" Finding some energy reserves from somewhere, she got up, slipped on her skirt and tank top, and looked back at him. "Sir, you can clean up in the men's room just down the hall. Please stop back by the desk on your way out." Then she slipped out the door, presumably to hit the women's room to do her own freshening up before returning to the desk.

Make sure she doesn't get into trouble, please.

She won't, Jack, Genie said in what the thought sounded like a slightly amused voice.