First...Strip.

A dirty idea crosses your mind as your brain recovers from the fugue that had settled in. Your dick is hard almost immediately.

"Anything, huh?" you ask. Ellen smiles and folds her hands in front of her chest, her feet sliding together.

"Your wish is my command, master," she says with a nod of her head. The imagery compared to Genie in that TV show is striking and stirring at the same time. Your dick twitches in your pants and she licks he lips, holding the pose.

"Let's start with you getting naked," you say. She smiles and steps to the center of the room. Her hands move to hem of her shirt, crossing her belly and she starts to pull it up. "No, no. Strip. Make it sexy. Make me want to cum in my pants just watching you," you say. A twinkle explodes in her eye and she moves over to her side of the room,rummaging through her back pack. She had to bend over to do so, giving you a hell of a view at her ass and mound as it stretched the already thin material of her pajama pants. The crotch of the pants was already starting to darken with her moisture. You find yourself licking your lips and remembering what that tight ass and pussy looked like while you were under the table at the Commons.

She stood up triumphantly, her tits jiggling deliciously under her shirt as she held up her iPod. It was plugged into her stereo and she thumbed through the songs until she found something that you didn't recognize, some sort of Metal/Rap infusion that started slow.

As the music started slow, she just danced in the center of the room, swaying back and forth, her hands trailing up her hips to her chest, which she massaged and kneaded like bread dough. Her nipples stood out even more prominently, high on her solid tits. The music picked up in a hurry and her hands were restless, trailing down her body, catching on the hem of her t-shirt and pajama pants, spreading them apart, giving you a hell of a view of herathletically muscled belly. The material pulled farther and farther apart, almost exposing her slit and pulling up to reveal the curve of the underside of her tits as she shook, swayed, and ground to the music as it picked up, getting harder and faster.

Just as she was about to pull down the wet material of her pajama pants and pull her shirt up to expose her nipples, she pulled her hands away and slowly turned, continuously grinding and shaking to the music. She turned so her delicious ass was facing you, her movements grinding to the music. The only way she could be getting more into it would be if she had a pole in the room to dance with. Her back arched and she stretched, her hands teasing her skin, but staying to the front and sides of her body.

There was a pause in the song, and Ellen managed to time her fingers sliding down to her slit and slapping them against her soaked cunt, the pause filled with the sound of wet fingers hammering against wet twat. The music picked up again and Ellen turned sideways, stretching. The fingers she was pleasuring herself with trailed up her body, leaving a wake of her cum streaking up her pale skin. The fingers pulled the material up over her left breast and she fingered her nipple with the sloppy fingers before putting them in her mouth and sucking them clean.

She was back to grinding with the music after giving you a hell of a view of her stretching and arching her back. Her hands went back to her chest and she pulled the thin material up over her head. She dropped it on her loft behind her and she shook her hair out, head banging to the music for a moment. When she was done, her dark blue eyes were locked on yours and she had ananimalistic look of pure lust on her face, her mouth open, her white teeth visible behind them, and her tongue between them as it snaked out and wet her lips.

Your hand went to your cock, pulling it out of the flannel pants you had been put in. Her eyes moved to it, her hands sliding down her body. You slowly start stroking your meat and she mimics the movements in her own pussy as her free tits jiggled in time to her body movements. You sped up, she sped up and started moaning. Her feet were stomping, her head banging, her tits shaking, and the hand that wasn't expertly exploring her silken folds was moving along her ticklish spots and moving up to her chest, pinching the nipples and mauling the flesh.

Every time you sped up, she sped up, and soon your cock was a blur on your throbbing meat, the need to cum boiling in your balls. Between her movements and her fingers, her pajama pants had worked down to her thighs and started moving slower with every movement. Your eyes were riveted to the gap between her thighs and the three fingers she had plunging in and out of her snatch in time with your fist. Her hand ground against herclit and she was moaning loudly as the pads of her knuckles slid over the sensitive nub.

The next thing you know, she was stepping out of her pajama pants and was completely naked. She arched her back and pulled one leg up, slowly up her body, her knee bent tight. When her knee reached her chest, you had a prime view of her fingers stroking in and out of her drenched pussy. She added a fourth for your benefit and then extended her leg straight up, almostfisting herself, keeping her movements in time with your blurred fist.

She sees your eyes start to roll back, and in a flash, she's across the small room, her lips locked onto the head of your dick as you keepfisting the shaft. Her tongue swirls around your head and she sucks hard and fast, moaning into the sensitive flesh. Your dick throbs heavily and you feel your cum blast into her waiting mouth, making her moan even louder into your meat. Her fingers are still splashing against her pussy and inside it. The music ended and her moans and groans are the only other sounds in the room besides your moans and her wet pussy being pummeled by your fingers.

Ellen swallows every drop of your juice and pulls away only when you start to wilt. A Chesshire cat grin is plastered on both of your faces and she stops finger fucking herself. Her hand comes up to your mouth and you lick the delectable digits like anice cream cone, tasting her juices again. When her fingers are clean, she can't help but giggle.

"Welcome to Widley," she says happily and bounces back across the room, spinning so you get a good view of her hot body. "What should we do now, Scott?"