Harlot

The next few moments were a haze. You barely remember consenting, and following the joyous elderly man upstairs. He smells of stale cologne and washsoap, and you begin to notice every little detail in his assemble.

'His room'. You are required to dance, and you find your hips swaying to some unhead song. And strip, and your jacket fly to the nearby chair, and your panties. you keep the microskirt, and merely tie up your shirt with a knot, exposing your athletic bely and hourglass figure. Geppetto goes absolutelly crazy with each glance of your well trimmed, flame coloured pussy, and the sensation of power send shivers down your spine.

He sits in bed, and you climb over it,continuing the undulating movements. You **** him to lay down with your toes, and you dont think he minds the angle, right under your skirt. Your fingers caress your love treasure, and he gawks at the image of you barely containing the orgasm that was just hovering in the horizon.

Your pussy, already slicky with all the excitement, accomodates Geppetto's rigid dick with just some disconfort. You ride him with care, worried for his health, you do it slow and firm. Your hiked up your microskirt hides none of the shaft entering you, nor the patch crowning the achivement. He doesnt last long.

'harlot' he called you. It made you feel dirty and used, but it was good money. When you collect your jacket and panties you are surprised they no longer bear the Royal Magician's face! instead it is Jafar, in his fantastically goofy sinister laugh, that is printed in each piece of the now red attire.

Level up!

HP + 25

MP +25

SP +25

Level 22

HP (Health Points): 725/725

MP (Magic Points): 1000/1000

SP (Sexual Points): 1020/1070

Equipment:

Jafar's Magic Staff

Summon:

Genie, Tinkerbell

Abilities:

MP Haste, Belly dancer drive form