Why Men Love Tits

“What if I don’t?” Francis said. “They’re nice tits.”

“Of course, they are,” the Genie said. “But don’t stare. It’s impolite.”

Francis broke his gaze away from her magnificent breasts and looked into the Genie’s blue eyes, angry at stuck up bitch.

“Want to be back in the lamp?” he retorted. The Genie’s face paled.

“Fine, stare,” she snarled. “It’s better than being alone in that lamp.”

She sat down on one of the crates, her arms crossed underneath her breasts, an angry frown on her face as she tapped her feet on the floor.

“Y’know,” Francis ventured. “It would be easier if you took your top off.”

“I would n…” she began, shocked, trailing off when Francis pointed at the lamp.

With a big huff, the Genie nodded quickly and her top disappeared. Francis gaped at her massive melons. He just wanted to touch them. As she looked out the lone window, Francis tiptoed up to her. He reached out and took her breasts into his hands. She gasped and looked at him as he kneaded her firm flesh.

“Oh, noo,” she moaned, leaning back against the wall. It feels so good and it’s been so long, she thought. The Genie moaned louder as Francis took her breast into his mouth and suckled at her nipple.

“Oh, damn,” she cursed, instinctively spreading her legs. Fight it, she thought, fight it!

Francis pulled away from her breast and looked down at the Genie’s crotch, a wet stain seeping across her panties.

“Please, don’t stop,” she pleaded, her eyes closed with pleasure.

Grinning, Francis lowered his face back to her breasts, nuzzling her flesh as he silently undid his jeans. Pushing them down (Thank God I went Commando today, he though), Francis unleashed his large cock. The Genie began to pant as he licked and nipped at breasts faster and faster.

Gently, he slipped his hands beneath her pantaloons and panties. Suddenly, he pulled at them, tearing the clothing away from the Genie’s body.

“What the hell?” she cursed, her eyes snapping open angrily. The Genie looked down between the two bodies and saw Francis’s unbecoming cock. Her eyes went wide with shock.

“Noo,” she moaned, but Francis thrust his large member into her unprotected pussy. He pounded into her, over and over, the Genie moaning louder and louder.

“Master!” she screamed. “You’re my Master!”

Francis lost his load into the wench as a tremendous orgasm shook her. Pulling out, Francis bent over and pulled up his jeans, putting himself back in order.

The Genie leaned back against the wall, angrily staring at Francis.

“Dammit,” she said. “Not again.”