Wishful Thinking/What Do You Mean By That?

From Create Your Own Story

"What?" you ask, dumbfounded.

"Now your every wishful thinking will come true," she smiled, "Very clever way around the specifics of a wish I might add."

"Uh... yeah. So how many do I get? From what I know, the standard issue of wishes is three."

"Oh, I'll give you as many as you desire, as long as you wear that pendant."

There's something I desire alright, you think to yourself as you are once again reminded that this girl is wearing only strips of cloth...

The next thing you know, you are lying on your bed with the genie completely nude, straddling your already rock hard dick. "Ooh, I've never had a master this forward before," she exclaims, rocking back and forth on your erect pole. You feel her smooth round ass, then move your hands up to her perky breasts. She leans forward for you to have a taste. You take in her left breast and play with her nipple using your tongue, she moans encouragement.

"Oooh, ahh... umm... I don't think you've mentioned your name to me, master"

"Wes."

"Well, Wes, I'm Amina, it's ahhh... pleasure, to meet you," she smirks. Her slow methodical rocking picks up its pace, her hips are wiggling sexily forward and back as she rides you out like a mechanical bull, faster and faster she pumps away panting with excitement at the coming orgasm.

You feel yourself about to burst, a nubile young genie with sexy tits and a fine ass is fucking you silly, man, it can't get any better than this... unless there were two of her.

Amina becomes translucent, then split in two. The two genies floated to opposite sides of you, each kneel down and begin sucking you off, swapping spit in between. The sight of the two fiery haired vixens blowing you while making out brings you over the edge and you come over both their faces. You lie in ecstasy, the orgasm washing over you. The two Aminas finish licking off your cum from each other's faces before merging back into one.

"I wish I could do that anytime I wanted" you murmur.

"No problem, master, how about now?"

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