Flight Training

The content sigh of a well-earned nap after a good fuck high above the clouds. Jessica smiled as she gripped and snuggled further into her favorite body pillow. The genie’s head was over his heart so she could hear the beat of her Master’s heart as his chest gently rose and fell from warm breaths. As with every moment when she slept, Simon’s presence with her dictated the outcome of her dreams.

There were no strange messages, visits from spirits or magical beings, or visions of the past or future. It was just a light nap where Jessica dreamed of her Master dressing her on the beach. She kept him from burning to a crisp by applying copious amounts of sunblock, and she modeled bikinis for him after being covered in oil.

As it was a dream, they made a sandcastle like they used to as children in her backyard, but it was life-size, with a throne room and a sand throne. Immediately, they proceeded to fuck upon it. As she glanced up playfully, Jessica wondered if she would one day be able to enter Simon’s Dreams as his genie. Would they ever share dreams together as they only grew closer?

The process of acceptance of what she truly was opened so many possibilities. The context of words she once feared meant so many more opportunities than their original definition. As her emerald eyes gazed at that face in front of her, all she knew was how much it meant to have the bond they shared grow ever more resistant and immune to anything that would tear against it.

A hand gently running through her messy hair gave it away that the teenage Master was as awake as his teenage genie. As it wasn’t morning, Jessica refrained from her new custom of kneeling before her Master to greet him. She happily sighed again and snaked her hands up until reaching his own sensitive scalp to scratch at it.

“Sleep well, Jess?”

“Mm-hmm,” the cheerleader affirmed further by snuggling into him and rubbing her cheek against his skin,

“I like nap time.”

Simon chuckled as he moved to check the clock on the nearby touchpad display. He groaned, still trying to fully awake from their brief slumber. He wanted to raise himself, but his childhood friend made that problematic. The auburn hair pressed back down on the pillow as he stretched out his arms,

“Looks like we won’t be landing for another couple hours.”

Upon his announcement, the teenage genie happily sighed, content with more time alone,

“Good.”

There were benefits to having more time with just the two of them. Privacy and nothing to get in the way. No social obligations to fuss over, diplomacy between an antagonistic perverted outcast, transformed teachers, or family matters. Only the enjoyment of being in the company and embrace of the other. She could be his genie, he could be her master, and they could be themselves.

The blonde genie sat up and teasingly flipped her hair behind her back while her breasts bounced freely in the dim cabin lighting. She stretched, then yawned before pressing herself back down to snuggle against her master longer,

“I’m pretty sure Mom would have no idea what role-playing would be if I came home as a Naughty Stewardess. Speaking of which….”

The genie rolled on top of the larger body of her childhood friend and smiled teasingly,

“What’s your favorite?”

Simon blank innocently as he lifted his head up to look at her with little idea of what she was asking,

“My favorite, what?”

Sometimes, his obliviousness was annoying, but most of the time, he got lucky by being so cute when he did it. Jessica didn’t mind. She was too eager to spell it out. The genie moved herself further up and giggled as her arms moved over her Master’s shoulders,

“Oh, c’mon. You know. Schoolgirl Jessica? Maid Jessica? Bimbo Cheerleader Jessica? Stewardess Jessica?”

Simon’s face flushed as he squirmed and looked up at the ceiling. His body tensed slightly; the building erection was impossible to hide as he answered in hushed - but purely Simon-way, of nervous consideration,

“B-But they’re all you, Jess. How am I supposed to pick if they’re all you? You’re my favorite…well…everything….”

She hoped for an answer like that.

Jessica enjoyed it when his guilty and confused pout made his boyish features all the more enjoyable. Even as a young man at the beginning of adulthood, it looked exactly as she remembered as a child – which perked her voice up considerably,

“Ding, ding, ding!”

The genie rubbed and spooned her body against the boy’s torso and pecked him on the lips as a reward; her lower body wiggled under the covers against his as a snake,

“That’s the right answer! Which is why you’re a smart master!”

Her chin poked into his torso between his growing and sore pectoral muscles as she wiggled her ass upward to be seen beneath the covers,

“And I love being whatever My Master wants or desires! Because I’m awesome like that!”

Simon could barely contain the laughing scoff that escaped as he smiled at her antics, the accomplished emotional reaction flowing out and into her with amusement,

“So we both are copping out from that question, then?”

The cheerleader hummed teasingly as her popular Queen of Eastlake persona would,

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Simon snickered and placed both hands on each of her ass cheeks,

“Fair enough, Jess.”

The genie smiled and relaxed into her Master’s grip as it possessed her again, his hands massaging her flesh, his voice sounding slightly amused as he felt amazement at the same time,

“Imagine telling us over a week ago we’d go from trying to survive the first day back at school as Master and Genie to this?”

Jessica felt her eyes roll instinctively as she scoffed at her prior insecurities,

“Pfft! I’d probably have flipped the fuck out more than I already was. My pride was so on edge that the moment I’d find out about any humiliation, I’d have retreated. I mean, can you even imagine? If I told her who you really were? Or that I loved it if you’d humiliated me to **** Kevin - or that I even recognized and accepted you as my Master? She’d be freaking the fuck out and completely in denial while refusing to listen.”

Simon shut his eyes and exhaled a deep sigh before he opened them again to look at the ceiling,

“Yeah, but I don’t like it when you’re humiliated either. Especially by anyone else. I didn’t like it when Mrs. Cooper humiliated you at Kevin’s.”

The blonde nodded as she sensed her Master’s discomfort over the topic, and it was evident to her why,

“Well, no duh! Did you think I wouldn’t notice why? You weren’t the one in control when it happened, Master. It’s not like I wanted to be humiliated by her in front of you, either. I just let Mrs. Cooper do what she desired and then got lost in following the magic. I didn’t realize you weren’t enjoying watching me being ordered to pleasure her.”

Simon’s nose exhaled strong enough that she felt it against her hair,

“It’s not that I refuse to let you enjoy yourself. It’s just…I’m not exactly a Cuck, Jess. Especially when it comes to protecting you. I enjoy pushing our limits and love how we tease each other, but I don’t like the idea of seeing you with someone unless….”

Jessica sighed and nodded in understanding,

“Unless I tell you it’s okay, or you know I want it?”

A pang of guilt tapped against her Master’s emotions as the young man sighed,

“Basically.”

He rubbed his face with his hands and sighed again, trying not to simultaneously squirm or be too stiff. The sense of exasperation is slightly complicated to ignore,

“I’m not exactly the type of person that will just sit there and let something happen to you. If someone tried that, I’d….well…rather not get into that.”

The genie shivered as she felt a slight chill in that brief moment from her Master’s emotions. He was protective. That was what drove him.

Jessica smiled and snuggled further into her childhood companion’s chest as a means to pull him out of the dark corner where the monster lived,

“That’s because you’re a good Master who loves me. I know how you feel whenever we’re together, remember? I can tell. So, that’s how I know if you were the one to order Mrs. Cooper and me to do what we were doing, it would be different for you. Like with Stephanie and Kimmy. If you ordered us to do it, you would have no problem with it.”

Again, Simon flinched, but she wouldn’t let him get away. Instead, she made him look her in the eye to share how she felt,

“It’s okay to admit you want to be in control, Simon. I’m not against it at all. I want that for you. I loved watching and feeling you take control of all of us. To be the Master who can do anything. To witness and experience your true inner Dominance in action over us. Taking what belongs to you when you know it’s all yours. It fueled me so much to see you doing what you do best. You’re at your strongest when you take control and set your plans in motion. I love watching you….”

The genie suddenly went tight-lipped as her face felt hot. Her body flared as the realization made her pussy flare back to life.

‘Everything I have belongs to Master. I love watching my Master take what is his. His success is my success; my success is his.’

The sudden urge and thought that distracted her made the moment awkward as the genie looked down at her childhood friend below her. Her face flared as hot as the sun,

“Um….”

Simon tried to be reassuring, as always,

“I-It’s okay, Jess. You don’t have to say it. I get it. Really. We’ve talked about this stuff before….”

Without thinking about her state, the blonde bounced up and sat on top of her boyfriend’s torso to look at him,

“I know we have! But…um….”

“You don’t have to feel embarrassed telling me, Jess. What’s on your mind?”

The genie shook her head and tried to gather herself. Simon’s hand raised up to stroke her cheek, and he sat himself up. His reassuring smile and comfortable vibes showed that, once again, the only person Jessica Edwards was incapable of hiding anything from was her Master.

“It’s hard to admit as the Queen of Eastlake, I’m also kind of…y’know, like, um….”

She rubbed her arm and looked bashfully,

“…Find myself turn – or imagining turning - into a total…cuckqueen…for you? You also talked to me about having others help us. Allies. Between Kevin’s little orgy and my parents doing what they did. I just wonder. I don’t know….”

Her emerald orbs looked into her Master’s hazel eyes innocently as her cheeks continued to flare,

“Why not us? Why not you? I mean, I’m captain and head cheerleader of Eastlake High, the most popular girl in school. I have an entire squad and friends that we can recruit. An entire class and even beyond that. There are so many at your disposal. Kevin’s incapable of noticing what he has access to or planning things like you can. He wouldn’t even know if you took someone useful from under his nose. You can have any of them! I can make them into anyone or anything you need. Stephie and Kimmy are great, but I mean, it could just be the start.”

The blonde teen continued,

“Honestly, I almost sent Mrs. Cooper to my house instead of back to hers. I was having so much fun and gaining so much from my senses that I didn’t want to lose it. Aside from the getup and everything, she is a biology teacher…she might be useful like Kimmy is. You’d be better with having her around than as Kevin’s plaything. Seeing her younger self and feeling desires? Mrs. Cooper’s actually pretty hot. I feel she has a lot of potential if she served you.”

Her face remained heated as she continued to reveal more details of her inner feelings and workings,

“I think I could really help her out, too. Not just making her useful but keeping her from getting into trouble. Her whole life could be destroyed, and Kevin wouldn’t bat an eye. Shouldn’t I want to look out for her?”

Simon sighed and let himself fall back down on the bed. Jessica blinked as she felt his shaft grow erect behind her butt. He was silent but then allowed his unfiltered thoughts to be expressed,

“I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t tempted by some darker or greedy thoughts, Jess. Comes with being a master of a genie and the rules being what they are. I have to be responsible and disciplined, though. Kevin isn’t - which is why he’s one scratch away from the amulet’s backfire and is now shackled to that. It matters to me that I don’t take away the free will of people I care about when I can help it. Wishes have consequences. It would be a failure on my part if I chose to do something without accepting it or the risk. I accepted that the night of your birthday when I saw the bottle of ginger ale appear in my fridge.”

He took a minute to stare at the ceiling as he frowned and shook his head,

“Kevin and I have similar aspects, but I’m not him. He only desires pets, minions, thralls, dolls, and slaves to let loose on. Eventually, he’ll run out of steam, and reality will set in. I desire more than that when finding something similar for us. I want those willing to accept the consequences of our path. I’m probably just being rigid, but I don’t want people unwilling to make that choice for themselves. Willing or unwilling, those changed or altered that haven’t been reset are our responsibility.”

His eyes closed, and he sighed,

“So, you’re right in wanting to look out for Cooper. I’m sure she’s terrified about her current situation, and it is our fault. Every person we change - the ones that have their lives altered beyond a simple act like I did in that gamble against Kevin, we accept responsibility for doing so, especially against their will or knowledge. Some will go back to their lives and know absolutely nothing, but for others that don’t? We can’t turn away or walk away. So I have no reason to admonish you for wanting to help others navigate, Jess.”

Jessica felt her heart flutter again as he stated his conviction so plainly. Buried beneath that awkward exterior to others was the Master with thought and conviction. So she leaned herself over his face once more and planted her lips against his. It made complete sense that Simon wanted to find those who wouldn’t just serve a purpose but wanted to be part of it for themselves. Saving her mother while being trained by her would be a big enough job, not to mention what Simon had planned. Her Master didn’t want only playthings and toys as his friend had taken. Still, Jessica was also a curious genie.

She hovered once their mouths parted. A teasing smirk graced her features,

“So, what kind of dark and naughty desires would my Master have if the perverted troll went too far off his leash? Hm?”

“Well…being his friend for so long, I’ve had a few to choose from….”

A teasing smirk graced the cheerleader’s face,

“Try me.”

Simon said nothing as he laughed and smiled nervously outside. Jessica felt the thoughts and ideas he chose not to speak aloud enter her mind. If one were to witness them from afar, it would only be the two naked young people staring at one another in silence as if they were in shared meditation. Inside, though, the detail and imagination of the boyfriend played out entirely in the girlfriend’s mind. Finally, the genie suddenly rolled her eyes back, gasped, and moaned in arousal as if a magic wand had been upon her the whole event,

“Oh, fuck! Holy fuck! That’s…that’s….”

The awkward boy nervously sighed as he stated the obvious,

“I’m guessing you enjoyed that because you just came on my stomach.”

The blonde shook her head and scoffed. The vision of Simon’s idea had even awoken the once notorious Queen Bitch from her slumber. Jessica Edwards looked overtly energized and enthusiastic, grinning with a vengeful glint in her eye that had tormented many who dared cross her during her reign of terror,

“You devious dork! Why didn’t you think of that when he made Myers fucking parade….”

“Shh,” Simon placed a finger over her lips as he pointed to the door to the cabin again and spoke in a hushed tone as her voice rose,

“Not so loud. The plane’s sleeping!”

‘Why didn’t I fucking think of that!’ the Queen of Eastlake roared in telepathic frustration,

‘It’s so evil and demented. It’d be hot as fuck, oh god! I fucking love it! Why didn’t we do that instead? Shit!’

Simon leaned back up to kiss her lips and whispered near her ear, “It only came to me in hindsight when we were already past that.”

Her Master smiled innocently as he let out a hushed chuckle and scratched the back of his head again,

“Besides, I have more important things that I care about than that. Especially when it comes to you, Jess.”

The genie puffed her cheeks and squinted with a huff. The bratty side of the Queen of Eastlake crossed her arms and sat on her Master’s torso again,

“Hmph!”

Simon smiled as he sympathized with her desire to make his visions manifest but said her name almost teasingly,

“Jess…c’mon…you’re only proving my point from before.”

The genie pouted,

‘It’s Kevin’s own stupid fault! Why shouldn’t I want to respond in kind to his Bullshit? I bet I could get his Mother to love me more than him! Fuck, I love my Master’s evil brain!’

‘Will I need to put my genie on a leash again for her to return to Cheer Practice tomorrow?’

Jessica’s eyes rolled back as she let out a moan and pressed her fingers against her Master’s pectoral muscles,

“N-No…No, I’ll be good, Master.”

He snickered again as his attitude became more playful. The genie’s boyfriend’s teasing and amusement only made her pout further as she finally pulled herself off and gathered her Stewardess Uniform to get dressed.

“Enough of that, then. When are you going to wish us back home?”

“Once we’re back stateside. Even with the shorter distance, the cross-country transport back to your house will be rough once we land.”

Jessica nodded as she pulled her stockings and fixed her bra to fit her breasts like a glove, bouncing to make sure it fit as before,

“So what do you want to do, Master? Shall I continue to be your personal stewardess, or will we work on more of my training before Mom returns?”

Simon smiled as he sat himself up in bed again,

“Your training, probably.”

He scratched his head again and looked down,

“You’re getting close. I bet if we put you in one more situation that your Mom recommended, you’ll be able to flip your senses on at will.”

The genie blushed as she realized that entailed a particular sexual heritage. Simon was embarrassed, but both teens were already well past going beyond boundaries. It was their history of being the closest of innocent childhood companions and then the most devious of sexual partners.

“Um, Master. Mother said I need to really soak in mortal energy for that to happen. How are you going to do that on an airplane?”

The awkward teen sighed, “You sure do love a challenge. Don’t you, Jess?”

She beamed back with a confident smile,

“Of course I do! Especially yours, Master!”

Simon laughed, “That was meant to be rhetorical, Jess.”

“Oh, I know!”

The Queen of Eastlake winked at her boyfriend as she put her stewardess cap back on her head,

“I just enjoy reminding you to help you push yourself. Bold Master is Strong Master….”

The naked blonde slid to the end of the bed and straightened herself in her uniform once more, one long stocking and the next as she smoothed them against her legs. Then she spun around on all fours and crawled back to kiss her Master on the lips. She then looked into his eyes bashfully,

“I love you, Simon. I really want you to know that.”

He smiled back as a warm wave crashed against her,

“I love you, too, Jess.”

The genie laughed as her heart fluttered when she felt the emotions and words simultaneously. The way it made Simon feel to hear her say what she felt. Anxiously, she crawled away and began to let her body put her uniform back on instinctively, as she had done with the previous outfit she had worn and was dressed in.

‘Which is why I’m sorry about this.’

Once her gloves were back on her hands and she experienced the telepathic apology, Jessica realized her panties were missing.

“Looking for these?”

When she turned around, her Master smirked, holding her underwear with a finger. The naughty stewardess bit her lip anxiously. If she missed any part of her outfit, the extent of her attire’s true slutty nature would be exposed.

“Okay, genie girl. I wish that for the next hour of this flight, every stewardess will come to this cabin one at a time to have themselves relieved by you in front of me, knowing it is part of your role as my personal stewardess.”

Her emerald eyes rolled upward as the pleasure shot through her body, and the genie envisioned her Master’s wish as he desired for her. Their previous pillow talk now fueled her magic and determination even more with excitement. She stood at attention and waited for it to begin.

Within five minutes, there was a knock on the door, and the blonde stewardess opened the door and allowed in an Arabic woman in her early thirties dressed in the original non-sexualized uniform of the blonde,

“Hello, Jessica. Are you ready?”

The genie nodded,

“Yes, Amara.”

The Middle Eastern woman revealed her black wavy hair as she unbuttoned the jacket and pulled down her dress skirt to reveal the white satin pulled down to allow the blonde to kneel on the cabin floor. Simon’s eyes bore into the back of her magical skull as Jessica shuddered and began to lick inside the folds and thick pubic hair.

The older woman’s hand gripped the back of her head, pushing the genie stewardess into her snatch as she propped herself against the wall and moaned. Her voice reverted to its native tongue,

“Good, so good, lick you little white girl. Deeper, faster!”

Simon could translate the words into the cheerleader’s brain as he listened. Jessica shuddered as the stewardess sighed and relaxed in ecstasy and bliss. The genie’s eyes fogged up as she felt the woman’s cum on her face. Amara walked over and came back to wipe the blonde’s face with a towel,

“So experienced, thank you, Jessica.”

The stewardess waited for the blonde to clean and rub the remnants off as Amara straightened her uniform, smiled, and left to return to duty. Another stewardess entered. This time, a more middle-aged woman from the Indian Subcontinent who was very stern in a thicker accent,

“Good, I need a break. Get going, little air slut.”

The blonde nodded again and repeated with the 5’1 woman’s darker skin tone and hair that smelt of henna. She was not as strong in her legs as the first stewardess. She didn’t even acknowledge the genie eating her out as the woman smiled,

“Are you enjoying your flight, sir?”

Simon nodded and stuttered a bit as he held out his phone,

“Uh-um…y-yeah, it’s wonderful. Jessica has been the best.”

The South Asian woman moaned and pressed the face of his girlfriend further as she orgasmed. Simon watched as Jessica lifted her skirt to reveal the wetness from her pussy,

“Y-Yes. Well, hopefully, she continues to serve well. Ah! Hah….”

Again, the process was repeated to an extent, as Jessica cleaned the stewardess and remained in place for the next. This time, another woman, in her twenties and the same height as the cheerleader, of Turkish descent. She made it more difficult by using her muscular legs concealed by pantyhose to wrap around the blonde’s face and sat on her shoulders while leaning against the wall. Jessica didn’t struggle to hold her weight as she began to let her djinn senses take over by this third stewardess.

By the time she reached the fifth, the teenage genie had begun to feel what her Mother had told her.

The genie shrunk herself as the naked elder turned perplexed. Maridallura was puzzled by her daughter’s sudden childish sense of modesty and smiled at her,

“It’s not shameful, Jessica. It’s helpful for your development. You’ll recover much more quickly and make your senses far more adept.”

The younger genie squirmed as she covered her naked body as it remained flushed. Her eyes were downcast at the insinuation her Mother had made to her. Maridallura’s hand softly pressed her shoulder, and the elder djinn knelt while an arm held back her engorged breasts,

“I must be strict and hard with you because you have so much potential, Jessica. Just as Mistress told me when I was your age, I see so much in you. You have the ability to be a truly special Djinn if that is what you truly desire, but as my daughter, you are so prideful and stubborn. Your shackles are not mine; you must learn which are **** upon you and which you have chosen to be bound to you. Now listen well….”

The young stewardess took her next pussy to the floor. She could see it in this middle-aged woman’s brown eyes and a scar underneath the black landing strip. Fatima was a repressed mother who viewed her stewardess job as an escape. Jessica could feel it from the moment her tongue touched her lower lips, and the energy rippled out of her. The whole time, the young genie heard her Mother’s voice as she did her work,

“You have just scratched your power’s surface, my child. If your Master is wise, he will continue to find new ways to push your horizons. You do not have to be willing for those to happen, Jessica. Most of your fellow sisters rarely are, but your situation is far different. There are so many more things we feel and sense that you have been unaware of, Jessica, so you must soak in enough energy to recognize them. The easiest way is the way your Mother has done before you.”

Fatima’s hips bucked as the teenage genie smiled. Her Master’s gaze was on her; his feet were on the floor, and he sat watching her performance with a fresh erection. To Simon, Jessica was the most beautiful creature in the world, and she knew it. She could feel it. A shudder ran through the naughty stewardess as she made the Arabian woman writhing on the floor at a whim.

The real stewardess babbled in Arabic as she noticed the young man watching her, and Simon answered back with his poker face unmoving.

‘She asked me to not look.’

Jessica raised an eyebrow,

‘And?’

Master’s voice responded bluntly,

‘I told her to submit to your tongue.’

The genie moaned as she felt herself leak at the tone of her childhood beloved’s thoughts. The fresh energy rippled from Fatima into her as Jessica felt a change. She could taste it in the stewardess’s juices as they leaked into her mouth. The embarrassment, the submissive energy, the pleasure of being puddy in the hands of this teenage blonde. It felt almost as good as the tingling when she watched Coach Peralez getting fucked by Kevin.

Eventually, she let the secretly lezzie Arabian MILF go, but not before Fatima came an extra time compared to her coworkers. Jessica’s genie senses could see the cloud of thoughts in the woman’s brain and the effects of her Master’s wish in the form of golden silhouettes that walked outside the cabin doors and walls.

While her Master knew the final number, Jessica had lost count. The teenage genie may as well have felt like she was swimming in an aura of pure magical essence. Her face was stained and dripping from the cum and juices of the oblivious flight attendants that had all their muffs munched by the only magical being on board. After all of that pussy, Jessica earned what she considered her real reward: Her Master’s Cock.

Simon was so pent-up watching he was practically on edge for an hour. Perhaps a training of his own, she teased. Her Master was no cuck and snapped her quickly back to work, uncaring about the other women who had drenched his girlfriend’s face. Unlike the previous blowjob between Master and Genie, however, this one left the blonde cumming. Hard.

Hard enough, she had stained the carpets for the staff to clean up once they landed back in the States.

Both teens sat on the edge of the bed as Jessica ate and licked the last of her reward but stopped to look at her hands.

“Whoa….”

Simon leaned forward and watched her closely,

“Whoa, good? Or whoa, bad?”

Jessica could see her own aura around her fingertips and the faint silhouettes of the stewardess she had pleasured across the plane with their own auras. When she turned to Simon, the genie’s eyes widened at the fluctuations around him, and tapped his shoulder,

“Like, whoa, I’m on shrooms or something.”

She looked down and rubbed the exposed, wet folds of her pussy as she watched golden and green lights glow from inside her,

“I am really, really fucking tingly right now. Like I can either go on a sugar rush or full cheer tournament routine using fireworks.”

“Have you tried feeling a certain way like your Mom said?” Simon asked curiously.

The genie shrugged in an aroused confusion,

“Ionno, like what?”

“Fluffy, maybe? Like a cloud?”

“Huh…a cloud….”

Jessica closed her eyes and pictured herself like a cloud, the feeling of floating freely, without care. A nice, happy, fluffy cloud above her Master’s head to protect him from the sun. Nice and warm, a feeling of peace. Happy and puffy. Just floating, and floating….

“Holy fuck.”

The cheerleader’s eyes snapped open as she suddenly saw the cabin ceiling in her face and fell into the arms of her boyfriend, who caught her bridal style. He smiled and laughed in amazement at her as she looked around in confusion.

“D-Did I float again?”

“Yeah! You sure did, Jess!” he laughed like a giddy schoolboy. To keep quiet, his mind flailed in its place,

‘It was like the other times! You just looked like you were lying down for another nap mid-air! It was incredible! Even your hair defied gravity!’

“Does it feel any easier to sense things, Jess?”

The genie looked at her Master, but his aura was no longer visible, nor was any other magic. She narrowed her eyes and felt a tingle shoot from the back of her neck between her shoulder blades and down to her pussy. Her body began to tingle as she noticed the magical energy and residue from the pussy juices on her neck, breasts, and the floor in front of them.

It felt as if her previous senses and experiences at Kevin’s house had now become a whole new level for all her senses.

“Yeah. Whoa….”

She was lowered back to her feet and kept her arms wrapped around Simon’s neck,

“That really worked. It still takes a little effort, but I can get the hang of it now.”

A hand cupped her bottom as she wrapped her legs around one of the giant hairy trees that her Master had for legs,

“I keep forgetting how much bigger you are than me now.”

Simon laughed, “Is that a bad thing?”

The genie stuck out her tongue and winked at him,

“Course not! You can carry me around way more like a perfect gentleman.”

A devious thought entered his mind,

“Y’know, a perfect gentleman would make sure his lady wasn’t left out after eating so many pies.”

Her face lit up brighter than lights on Christmas, a giddy smile of excitement as the still-uniform-clad genie stewardess quickly sprung from him on the bed and presented her wet pussy as she spread out her legs and rose them up with her skirt. Jessica’s mind speaking as she waited with her back arched up as high as she could,

‘Yes, Master! Please! Pretty please! You’re such an attentive boyfriend!’

“Stay still, my love.”

Her breath hitched in excitement before he could even move his tongue in and gnash against her clit. Both Jessica’s hands moved to cover her mouth as her legs flailed while she muffled a loud squeal. She had practically flushed herself out that her wet pink folds looked glazed.

With each slow pressure and attention to detail, Simon recalled every point as it was that first night of her birthday. The head cheerleader’s moans and squeals were further muffled as Jessica wrapped a pillow around her head so as not to cause a scene outside.

‘Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUUUCK!’

His more controlling demeanor decided to push it further,

“Does my dear **** love the feeling of her Master feasting inside her?”

She squealed out and cried an answer that was muffled ever more behind her pillow as she squeezed down harder. It definitely wasn’t a no.

“Share your thoughts.”

He immediately when back to the main points of her pussy as Jessica moaned loudly into the case above her face, but her mind echoed the same cries loudly,

‘YES! **** loves Master eating her pussy! My pussy is Master’s Pussy! My body is Master’s Body! It all belongs to you, Master! NO ONE ELSE! Please! Don’t stop! I surrender!’

“You will not cum until I tell you.”

A loud and audible whine followed by a pained and pleasurable whimper echoed underneath the pillow.

‘Please, Master? I’m so close!’

He continued going as her body spasmed,

‘P-Please, Master…Master…Simon…Master Simon….’

This time, he would avoid what was sure to follow, but soon, the genie’s thoughts were becoming less and less coherent,

“This one…Master…Master…this one….”

He leaned against her ear and whispered, his hands pinning her body in place while his fingers pressed inside her at the most pleasurable points,

“Now. Cum for me.”

His girlfriend screamed loudly into the pillow as she came harder than she had before and squirted across the bed onto the floor as her body collapsed in a sweat and cum covered display. Simon removed the pillow from her face to see the red tomato his blonde beauty had become. She moaned softly with every breath and pant, emerald eyes glowing briefly as she smiled again in a daze. Immediately, she snapped her head up and tackled him down onto the bed beneath her, ravaged his mouth with her tongue, and fisted his hair. When Simon felt her break, his messy girlfriend grinned through her dazed state,

“So...Fucking…worth it….”