I dream of...

She stood before him with hands on her hips. Her skin was a dark Mediterranean tan and her knee-length hair was slick black; her eyes were like shining obsidian. She wore lavender silk Arabian-style pants with the top held just above her crotch by a gold filigree belt. Her top was an intricate golden frame with dangling rubies and sapphires holding up two perfectly-shaped breasts with near-black nipples each pierced by a tiny gold and jeweled loop. Adding in the delicate necklaces, bracelets, anklets, and earrings made her wardrobe look like it should be stored with the crown jewels.

But the look on her face was not a happy one. She was scowling, most likely because she was dripping wet, not with water but with a thick white liquid that coated her face and upper torso and ran down her arms and body in viscous rivulets. A small pool of cum had already formed at her silk-clad crotch and was soaking into the material. She reached up and wiped a sticky handful off her face.

"Hello, Master; what is your wish?" asked the cum-dripping genie.

John, his mouth hanging slightly open, licked his lips. His soldier, despite having been so recently spent, stood back to attention awaiting orders. He'd licked his semen off sex toys before, but this was going to be a whole new project, both work-intensive and delicate. This would have to be done in careful detail. He stood and took the two steps to stand before her.

"I could simply bathe, Master," she said to the man with the tongue wrapped around her left nipple, "it would allow you to get to the wishing faster."

He paused. "Detail work takes time; I'm a patient man."

Half an hour later John decided he'd done enough detail work. He could tell the genie was annoyed with him, but his study of folk tales told him she had **** but to submit to him. He led her upstairs to the shower and climbed in with her. Despite his temptation he didn't enter her, opting instead for her kneeling oral ministrations.

After the shower and the incredible blow-job he allowed the genie to dress in her jewelry, but not her silks. The overall effect was to almost, but not quite, conceal her perfect charms.

"So, how much time do I have to make these wishes?"