Chapter 234 - A GENIE FOR FRANK Part 1 by desirelit

Frank got his sneakers on and headed outside. It was 9:30pm.

The kids were in bed, his wife busy playing the latest game she was into, This was one of the few opportunities in his day to get a little exercise and a little time to himself. A good time to get his thoughts together. It was dark, but not pitch black. In this suburbia, house lights and the rare street light, along with the moon, give him all the light he needed. He walked carefully and slowly.

A little over 50 Frank had come to understand that we may have ambitious, adventurous dreams when we're young, but as we get older, we learn to live with disappointment, boredom and frustration.

Many had it worse. He liked a lot about life. He loved his kids. He loved his wife, even if she didn't seem that interested in what he felt he needed - affection, affirmation, encouragement.

As he walked past a drainage ditch that sometimes seemed like a creek he looked to see if he could see any of the ducks, fish or birds he enjoyed watching. It was dark, so they likely weren't there or easily seen, but it was still fun to look.

He saw the moonlight bounce off something - like a piece of sheet metal, a pipe or something? Someone or something would get hurt on that, he thought.

He walked closer and against his better judgement, he jumped down the few feet into the ditch, onto a dry pile of sand and stones. He used his foot to clear the debris around the object. It was made of some thin, glossy steel-like metal. It was curved like a pipe, about 6 inches wide or so. Maybe part of some gutter trash or something. He squatted down to get a better look at it. As soon as his hand got close to the metallic thing it flew up, paused in the air for a moment, then like a jaw, opened and shot out, fastening itself on his left wrist.

Frank stood up fast, his eyes wide and his right hand reached out to anxiously pull at the metal.

"It's ok, Master. It won't harm you," a woman's voice said to him from inches away.

His head spun to see a petite woman wearing flowy transparent silk pants and a puffy blouse, her hair black, thick and shiny like her eyes. She looked exotic.

Frank was startled and he stumbled backwards. The woman had appeared out of nowhere. She stood so close to him, he could feel her breath on his skin when she spoke. He stepped back and his foot slipped on the loose soil and gravel. He started to fall, his arms now flailing, trying to help him keep his balance.

The woman grabbed Frank at the waist, stopped him from falling. She was really strong but Frank's focus was on her large chest, he could clearly see her dark brown dollar sized areolas through the thing blouse she wore now pulled tightly against her. Her body was pressed against him and he could barely breathe. She smiled and raised him back on his feet.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?" Frank stammered looking around.

Confused but not worried about the woman anymore. Frank's eyes now scanned the woman before him, he saw the narrow waist, the curvy wide hips and the shapely strong legs.

The woman curtsied low.

"I am a Genie, magically attached to that armband that you found." she said nonchalantly.

Frank unconsciously fumbled with the metal around his arm. He was stupefied, he looked at the woman, the armband and looked around at his surroundings trying to make sense of what he was experiencing.

"The armband can only be found by one who is worthy. The reward is me, a Genie. I am also your slave and I will grant you three wishes. When I have granted them all, the armband will fall away," she said softly almost sadly.

Frank was not sure whether he was dreaming or hallucinating. Then he felt himself raising up, the woman lifted them both out of the ditch effortlessly. She lowered them onto a bench overlooking the ditch.

"I am sorry I took liberties by removing us from the ditch without your permission Master," she said, lowering herself and bowing her head again.

"Maybe this wasn't a delusion." Frank thought to himself

"Uh..that's ok...thank you," Frank said.

He sat, and gestured for her to sit, as well.

"You're...you're attached to this armband? Like a slave?" he shuddered.

"Yes, master. I am attached to the armband, like a slave until all your three wishes are fulfilled," she confirmed.

Frank looked at her. Wow, she was gorgeous. He thought for a moment, smiled, then shook his head.

"Do you not believe me, Master?" she asked.

"I believe you," Frank said.

"The levitation thing, the flying armband, your incredible strength and speed, they all convinced me. What an exciting opportunity for me!" Frank said cheerfully

The genie smiled and nodded.

"And yet, I don't feel like it is an exciting opportunity," Frank said regretfully.

The genie was now stupefied.

"It's tempting, don't get me wrong. It would be really nice to have life how I want it," he lamented.

"It hasn't really been for a while. But if there's something I've learned from being married, and having kids and seeing a bit of life, it's that life isn't all about me," he said looking straight at her.

"I can make it better in small ways, like trying to get junk out of ditches. And sometimes you get the opportunity to do something big. I think I have that opportunity now." He cheered up again.

The genie looked even more confused.

"I don't want to use you as a slave, get wishes from you, so you can go on and do whatever other people want forever. That's horrible. I want you to be free to do what you want. Can I do that, somehow?" Frank asked with genuine concern.

"What...you..." she stammered.

"Ah, I guess this isn't your typical request," Frank said, smiling.

"I'm not surprised. Seems like a tremendous opportunity to be rich, healthy and young again, and to experience a ton of pleasure. It's just wrong to do that on the backs of slaves, though. So can I do that?"

"I've never been asked this before," the genie said. Her brows knit together in a frown.

"I survive through the connection that the armband has to mankind. Doing this would keep that armband on you forever. And I reside in it. So while I'd be free from having to grant people wishes, you'd be a slave to keeping me by you, sustaining me," she cautioned.

Frank looked at the shiny steel band that snugly fit over six inches of his forearm.

"I don't know exactly what that entails, but I don't see you being a slave as acceptable under any circumstances. If I need to help you, I will help you."

"My powers will be lessened. I'll still be a genie, but not as powerful, and not obliged to obey you," she said, looking at him cautiously.

"Well, yes, I wouldn't expect you to obey me. I'm sorry you'll be attached to me, though. Doesn't seem like that much freedom. And it will raise some interesting questions from people for sure!" Frank laughed.

"Oh, others won't see me. No one can see me now, in fact," she said.

"People will see the armband. And as far as your view of freedom," she laughed, "compared to what I've lived for longer than you can imagine, this life we're discussing would be unimaginable freedom."

"Great then," Frank said. "Let's do it. You are free. Or, is there a way that I should say it?" Frank enquired.

"Are you sure?" the genie asked, hesitantly.

"Yes, absolutely. Will be interesting never being alone again, but we'll figure that out."

The genie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, lifted her hands, palms up, and sighed.

Frank felt the armband warm. He got nervous he was about to be roasted, all he could think was - roasted goose, but then it stopped. The genie opened her eyes. Frank looked quizzically at her.

"It's done," she said.

"Oh," Frank said. "Less dramatic than I thought it would be! Well...I was going for a walk before we...met. Want to come along?"

"Do I want to go? Wow. I actually feel like I have a voice now," the genie said. "Yes, I'd like to go for a walk. I haven't been asked to do things like that very often."

"I like walks," Frank told the genie. "They're good for sorting out your thoughts. Letting go. Getting to know people."

"That sounds nice," the genie said.

They started walking, the silence, the purposelessness of their walk welcoming to one of them and awkward to the other.

"Uh, I'm sorry," Frank said. "Are you cold? Are your shoes comfortable enough for walking?"

"I'm very comfortable, thank you," the genie said. "I don't get uncomfortable that easily."

"Oh, that's good," Frank said. "What is your name? I realize we became locked together for life and I don't even know what to call you."

"My name is Aima. And you're Frank."

"Yes. But how do you know that?"

"That armband connects us on a deep level, Frank. I won't poke around without you knowing, but I can hear your thoughts," she added quickly.

"Really?" Frank said, alarmed.

"Yes," Aima said. "And you can hear mine, too. At least the ones I want you to hear," she confessed.

"That was done to prevent genies from being tricky and trying to twist their masters wishes around," she informed him

"By the way, an elderly woman is walking toward us with a dog." she added as they walked along.

Frank strained to focus on what Aima said she saw, and in a couple of minutes his neighbor, Mrs. Davis and her trusty dog came into view. Frank felt panic as he thought of how to explain Aima.

Mrs. Davis's dog sniffed Frank knowingly as they walked by, Mrs. David greeted him matter of factly and walked by. Frank was kind of startled.

"They won't know I'm here, unless you- that is, unless I want them to know I'm here," Aima said, adjusting her sentence to reflect that she was in control of herself now.

"Oh yes, I hadn't quite processed that tidbit yet," Frank said.

"Did you say something, Frank?" Mrs. Davis called from 15 feet or so away.

"Oh, just talking to myself, Mrs. Davis. You caught me!" Frank joked.

"Try and send me a thought," Aima said. "Then no one will notice anything out of the ordinary."

Frank worked on it, and soon was able to send thoughts to Aima easily. The only problem was filtering his thoughts, which flowed freely.

"Don't worry about that, Frank," Aima thought. "Remember, I'm not human. I'm a genie. I'm accustomed to hearing what people really want."

"OK," Frank thought back. "I suppose I'll have to get used to that. If you can be invisible and silent, I suppose it won't be an issue taking you home with me," he said as they walked in silence

"Why don't we head back? I should actually walk some more, try to get some exercise, but I can do that tomorrow."

"Ah, I see. You do this to have time to think, and to be healthy. Exercising, trying to lose weight?" Aima enquired.

"Yes, that's the idea," Frank said, conceding it didn't seem to work too well.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore. I can help you," Aima said.

"How? Are you a personal trainer or something, too?" Frank asked.

"Goodness," Aima said. "You really don't seem to get the part about me being a genie," she laughed.

"Even with limited powers I can surely change your body!" It was a thought, but it sounded like she snorted dismissively.

"Since I don't even need you to wish so that I can obey I can hear your thoughts and I think I know what to do..."

"Wait!" Frank thought, stopping Aima.

"No, it's ok, I want to do this for you," Aima said.

"Thank you. I know you do, and I know I'd appreciate it. But you can't just change me. My family, friends and other people will notice."

"Ah, good thinking, Frank!" Aima thought, smiling and nodding. "I'll change you gradually. Not too slowly. People might tell themselves some of your change of appearance is from healthier living. People try to reason away magic when they encounter it."

"What do you have in mind?" Frank asked. He had thought she was just going to get rid of some of his extra weight.

"Oh, slim you down, sure. Correct joint wearing, damaged bones and muscles. No one will notice that stuff," she reassured. "And, hmm, make you more muscular. Thicker hair, more defined facial features..." she said excitedly enjoying her makeover plans.

Frank was stunned at what would happen to him.

"Taller...like 6 inches taller. Oh, and a bigger cock" Aima smiled sexily. "Then make you able to cum as many times as you'd like and still get hard again," she winked and licked her lips sensually.

Frank choked a little.

"Is that too tall?" Aima enquired innocently.

"Tall? What? No, that's a good idea, a great idea. I'd like that," Frank exclaimed.

"I know. That's why I suggested it!" she bragged.

"I was startled by the other things you were suggesting," Frank confessed.

"Don't be shy around me," Aima said, playfully swatting at Frank.

She smiled at him, took his arm, and pulled it closer as they continued walking.

"Remember Frank - I'm not human. I'm a genie. I don't get embarrassed or self conscious. And I know what men like, and I know your thoughts," she smiled cheekily at him.

"OK," Frank blushed.

Trying to get used to someone being in his head, knowing his private desires. He felt Aima's large chest press against his arm as she pulled closer to him. Thinking about it, excited him. Knowing his thoughts were clear to her, embarrassed him, and made her laugh.

When they got to Frank's house he took a deep breath, knowing Aima was invisible, but still feeling like his wife would see him walking in with a strange woman. Aima quietly reassured him in his head.

Frank and Aima walked into the house, closed the door behind them and entered his bedroom. His wife was laying in bed on her side, facing the door Frank and Aima had just come through, watching a show on her tablet.

"Hi sweetheart," she said to Frank, looking up. "Did you have a nice walk?"

Frank held his breath, but Jeanine, his wife, didn't seem to notice anything strange. "Yes, it was nice, thanks."

"I hid the armband," Aima told him. He hadn't even thought of that.

"Shower then come join me?" Jeanine requested.

"Uh... yeah, yes I am," Frank said. He walked quickly into the master bathroom, Aima tagged along with him.

"She seems nice," Aima said.

Frank thought for a moment, trying to formulate what he was going to say.

"You don't need to be self conscious around me, Frank. Take your shower. And for goodness sake, I don't exist to your wife and I'm not jealous of her! I'm a genie! And, I don't get jealous," she reminded him.

Frank sighed. No need to formulate thoughts. They came through unedited. Guess he should just take off his clothes and shower. As he looked up he saw Aima removing her blouse.

"Oh... do you need to shower, too?" Frank stammered.

"No, Frank," Aima said, laughing. "I just thought you'd be more comfortable if I disrobed first. Then you don't have to feel embarrassed ."

Her blouse came off, revealing her beautiful full breasts with a slight sag, the hard dark brown nipples surrounded by brown areolas. Franks eyes almost popped out of his head.

Aima smiled at him with a crooked smile, untied something on her flowing pants, they dropped to the floor. Her shapely legs, curvy wide hips and narrow waist fully exposed. Her smooth, brown skin and the thick patch of dark hair covering her sex. She turned and bent over at the waist to pick her clothes up, showing her big, round ass. Frank's jaw dropped. Aima straightened up, turned and looked at Frank.

"Thank you Frank," she said in response to his thoughts that he couldn't hide from her.

She smiled, tilting her head, making her smile seem demure, while her naked body oozed sensual sexiness.

"I figured I'd rinse off and get ready for bed, too. Your turn now," she said, gesturing up and down at his body.

She then threw her clothes at the armband on Frank's arm. The clothes turned to vapor and were sucked into the armband. Frank looked startled.

"Genie stuff, Frank. Come on, off with the clothes. I want to see my handiwork." she clapped her hands excitedly.

Frank frowned. The changes she had made weren't going to be very visible yet. He figured he might as well get going with stripping down. It was going to happen and delaying it would only make the situation stranger for him and Jeanine might question why he was taking so long to get the shower going. He pulled off his shirt, and taking a deep breath pulled his shorts and underwear down.

"Oh wow," Aima said, sliding from resting on one foot to the other, rubbing her thighs together. "I did well. Really well."

Frank frowned, confused, and moved over to the full length mirror in his bathroom. Looking back at his reflection to someone like him, but not him. Taller, more muscular, thicker hair on his head, a stronger jaw and shoulders, and then he saw it, a cock that looked like another forearm hanging between his strong legs, resting in front of two big, full balls.

"Aima - " Frank said, barely holding back from saying it aloud. "You were supposed to do this gradually! Jeanine will definitely notice this," he said moving his hands up and down his body, as if there might be doubt about what he was talking about.

"Oh, silly," Aima said, sliding up alongside him and swatting at his firm butt.

"People who know you," she started, now stroking his muscular chest and abs, "Will see this all come about gradually."

Her hand slid around lower. She touched his butt. "But you, I and people who haven't met you yet," she said, her hand sliding, now around the base of his thick, long, cock "Will see this," she finished, stroking him slowly.

"Wait -." Frank said, stepping away from Aima. "I'm attracted to you, you know I am. And we'll be together. But I don't know how I feel about us...being like this."

Aima didn't look surprised, hurt or confused. "Frank," she started gently, "you freed me."

She led him over to the shower, he turned it on, still looking at her and listening to her, his cock twitched, in protest at his attempt to tell Aima that he didn't want her.

She pushed him under the water. He still stared at her, trying to look into her big, dark eyes and listen, his eyes drifting down from her wavy, shiny black hair, to her full round breasts and hard brown nipples, down her narrowing waist to her wide hips. The water splashing on her hairy pussy and her shapely legs.

"You freed me. So if I choose you," she said, her hands reaching out to touch his sides.

"If I call you...Master," she said stepping into the flow of water with him. "If I choose to pleasure you," she said, kneeling in front of him, keeping her eyes on his face.

"It is my will. I'm not trying to take you away from your wife. I'm not jealous, I'm not human - I'm a genie," she reminded him, cooing as she moved her hands, gently holding his massive cock.

Frank watched her, paralyzed.

"Think of me as your concubine," she said, slowly and stroking him gently. "I'm here to service you, the way you need to be serviced" she purred sensually.

"Look at this cock, these balls- they deserve to be worked." she said, stroking his cock, firmly cupping his balls, while looking deep into his eyes.

Frank pulled away.

"I...I don't know. I know you know I want you. And somehow what you're saying makes sense to me, but I just don't know right now. Let's just shower," he said, turning from her.

Aima smiled, stood up and soaped Frank's back.

"As you wish, Frank," Aima said.

When they were done and dried off Frank went to pull on some long pajama pants.

"Why are you wearing those?" Aima asked. "I'm enjoying seeing your body. You look good."

"I don't know. I always wear something to bed," Frank said.

"Try just going to bed nude tonight," Aima suggested, putting a hand on Frank's ass.

"OK. I'll give it a try."

Frank walked into his bedroom. Jeanine looked up to see him, and started to put away her tablet. She stopped short seeing he was naked.

"Oh," Jeanine said. "Hey, where are your pants, I put them in there, did you not see them?"

"I saw them, thanks. I just want to sleep naked tonight. If that's ok with you," Frank asked nervously.

"Sure. Yeah. I hadn't noticed, but it looks like you're getting trim," Jeanine said, looking Frank up and down.

He smiled and turned for her to see. Jeanine hadn't really looked at Frank naked in a while. Had his cock always been that big?

"Make a move," Aima said. "She's interested. I can tell. I'll make her feel better, more rested."

Why not? She had turned him down before, and it wasn't the end of the world. It wasn't that she didn't love him. She just didn't always feel like it. Frank hadn't expected Aima to both try to get him off and help him with his wife. He had to remember, she wasn't a human, she was a genie.

Aima smiled and nodded, Frank remembering she could hear his thoughts. She walked up to Jeanine, Jeanine unaware of this shapely, naked woman coming right up to her. Aima touched Jeanine's forehead, and Jeanine sighed contentedly. Frank came up right next to Aima, focusing on Jeanine. He smiled down on her, he lifted the blanket cautiously.

"Can I help you take your clothes off?," Frank asked.

Jeanine's eyes widened, she bit her lip and nodded.

Frank helped Jeanine out of her night shirt, he lay beside her. Kissed her neck as he touched and squeezed her breasts. Then made his way down to them, sucked each of her rose coloured nipples until they were hardened, deep red nobes.

His hands drew patterns on her stomach, he pushed them under the waistband and his fingers found her clit. Rubbing it and stroking it until Jeanine opened her legs to him. She closed her eyes and moaned. Jeanine hugged him tighter, kissing him hungrily, her hips rising, to feel his cock pressed against her. Frank pulled Jeanine's panties off, looked at her, then slowly climbing on top of her. They embraced and kissed deeply again, like new lovers, trying to taste each other for the first time

Frank slowly and easily slid into her, laid some of his weight on her.

Jeanine pulled away from their kiss to shudder and whisper in his ear, "Oh Frank."

Frank held her thighs, enjoyed her wet pussy. His longer cock went deeper than he had ever gone before. His thicker hard cock massaged the ridges along her pussy walls.

Jeannie moaned, lifted her hips to meet him, she held onto his arms, the urgency of their mating escalating. Her eyes looked down to where their bodies met, she shut her eyes tightly.

Frank began to increase his tempo, his cock plunged into her harder and deeper. Jeanine shuddered, looking into Frank's eyes uncertain, digging her fingers into his arms. Frank never slowed, he slammed even deeper into her. The sound of their two bodies slapping together combined with the sound of a thick cock plunging into a wet pussy. Jeanine and Frank grunted and moaned in pleasure.

Jeanine opened her eyes wide, saw the lustful look on Frank's face. She let go of Frank and collapsed, reached down and covered her pussy, as if the sensations would unravel her. Frank withdrew, watching her.

"I'm sorry..." Jeanine muttered, "It's too much. I can't take any more."

Frank smiled, caressed the side of her head. "Shh... it's ok. Just relax."

Jeanine smiled, still writhing a little, holding her pussy. She settled down, and was soon asleep. Frank pulled the blanket over Jeanine. Frank's cock still hard and throbbing, poking out, with Jeanine's juices glistening on it. He looked up and saw Aima standing there, smiling at him.

"Let's get in bed, too," Aima said.

Frank headed over to his side of the bed and carefully got in, not wanting to disturb Jeanine. Aima climbed in next to Frank and curled around him. He could feel her big breasts against him, her thick thighs wrapping around him, her wet pussy pressing up against his side. Her hand rested on his stomach.

"That was beautiful," she said, her hand drifted down to take his cock in her hand.

"Let me clean this for you," she said, sliding down to the foot of the bed.

Frank's hunger for this gorgeous creature, his need to cum, all she had assured him before, knocked down any lingering apprehension he may have had. Aima positioned herself so she lay between Frank's legs, her beautiful dark hair on his hips. Her breath making Frank's big cock throb in anticipation.

She lowered her mouth slowly, sliding him into her hot mouth, her tongue working around his cock. Frank groaned as Aima took more of his hard cock into her mouth, sucking him deeper into her slippery throat. He slapped a hand over his mouth, he raised himself on his elbows, Aima laughed.

"Impressed I can laugh while your giant cock is down my throat, Frank? Remember, we're speaking to each other through thoughts" she voiced to him.

"Don't worry, I'll make Jeanine sleep deeply. She won't hear, see or feel me, and you won't wake her, no matter what you do. Just lie back and enjoy the best blow job you've ever had," she said as she pushed him back down.

Emboldened at the news that Jeanine wouldn't wake, Frank puts his hands down on Aima's head, slipping his fingers through her hair, then putting a hand under her jaw, the feel of control over Aima's head accentuating the sensation. She sucked up and down, the sensations insane, the image a fantasy.

"Jeanine is sweet," Aima said. "And her cum is, too."

Frank thought he would die from how aroused he was. Frank's cock stayed deep in Aima's throat and mouth. She moved her head as she sucked, while the rest of her body levitated into the air.

"What the heck are you doing?" Frank asked, confused and turned on nearly to the point of exploding.

Aima's body turned, and Frank could see Aima's legs spread above him, her hairy, soaking wet pussy right above his head.

"I'm getting my wish, too, Frank," Aima said, as she descended on him.

"I've made you able to go without breathing, so I won't smother you. I plan on sticking you right up my pussy, Frank. I need you really bad." Her glistening pussy pushed down on to his face.

He put his hands on her big, round ass, inhaling her amazing musk, and tasting her swollen lips and clit. He squeezed her big ass, licking her up and down. He nibbled at her aroused clit, tagging gently at her labias. His tongue darting in and out of her pussy entrance. Aima trembled and moaned in pleasure.

Frank moved his hands from her hips, pushing her off his face slightly, he plunged one finger into her pulsing pussy. Aima's love juices dripped down as he added another finger. He fucked her hard until her breathing was laboured, she moaned deeply, still with Frank's cock deep in her throat. Then he pushed her down, back onto his face and continued lapping and nibbling at her clit until Aima was close to her climax.

"Oh fuck, Frank," she said as Frank's balls bumped against her nose. "I'm going to cum all over your face."

Aima groaned, shuddered.

"Oh yes," Frank said, eating her hungrily. "I don't want to need to sleep or eat or anything. I just want to pleasure you both every night."

The thought that he was so manly that he satisfied two women made him pump deep into Aima's slick mouth and throat, her saliva shining on her full lips, clamped down on his thick cock as she tried to continue sucking him while being driven crazy by his mouth.

"Your wish is my command, Master. You set me free and now enslaved me to this giant cock. When I cum in your face, and I swallow your cum, I'm sealing my destiny."

Frank grunted, lifting up his hips, feeling Aima's nose against his balls and his cock all the way down her throat. His cock throbbed and unloaded streams of thick cum into Aima's mouth as she came hard, too, splashing cum onto Frank's face.

"Oh fuck, Frank," Aima screamed. "I've never felt this."

"Oh, Frank. I'll fill your bed with worthy sluts, and suck their cum off of you every night," she purred sexily at him.

She sucked up the last of his cum, gently, lovingly licking all around his cock and balls to clean all the cum from them.

Frank sighed with contentment, kissing Aima's thighs, making her shake, stroking her head as she tended to him, his cock rising up again ready to have more of her.

"Aima, I hope you are ready for the ride of your life." Frank chuckled as he watched his cock get hard again.

———x———

Frank got hard again very fast after cumming. At his age, that was definitely magic. Then again, judging by his reflection and how he felt, he wasn't close to 50 anymore.

He didn't feel fatigue, the need for food or water. He would never have thought to wish for such things, but when he had been wrapped up with Aima, pleasuring her and being pleasured by her, he didn't want anything to stop them.

"It's amazing how much time you have for fantastic sex," he thought, "when you don't need to sleep!"

Other thoughts were going through his mind, too. Aima's thoughts. Because of the armband he wore that kept Aima alive and linked her to him they were able to hear each other's thoughts, if Frank put in the effort.

But now Aima's thoughts seemed so much easier to hear, and...they seemed raw, unfiltered.

"That's right, Frank," Aima thought to Frank, as she curled up against his side, pressing her big breasts against him, laying a leg across his stomach.

"When you ate me out and drank my cum, and then you slide your cock down my throat and I drank yours, you enslaved me to you."

"What? No, Aima, I didn't want to do that to you," Frank thought.

"Shh, Frank," Aima said, smiling. She pulled in closer to his naked body and rubbed against his hip, her cum soaked pussy wetting him.

"I knew that was happening. Remember I told you it would happen when we were making - when you were pleasuring me," she said, reaching over to hold his big hard cock in her soft little hands.

Frank thought through what had happened, furrowing his brow, then shaking his head. It had happened.

She had told him, "Your wish is my command, Master. You set me free and now enslaved me to this giant cock. When I cum in your face, and I swallow your cum, I'm sealing my destiny."

He had been so high on the pleasure and on the body she had given him that he hadn't really listened. He had done to her just what he had hoped to undo - enslave her.

"I want it, Frank," Aima said, wetting her hand with her own wetness and returning the hand to his cock.

"I want you to own me, not as a genie, but as your concubine. Since you own me I can keep no thoughts from you. You know everything I feel, think and desire."

While Frank could hear Aima's thoughts clearer than ever, he didn't need to at this moment. He felt her squirm against him, pressing her aroused sex into his hip. She worked his cock with her hand, and moaned softly.

Frank was living a dream, his body and abilities were changed so much, his wife now enjoyed him sexually., And he had his own genie ready to serve him and pleasure him . He was having wishes granted that he had never asked for, but realized that he really wanted. Setting Aima free had actually meant getting more from her than if he had tried to control her.

"It pleases me that you're mine, Aima," Frank thought to her. "I'm so glad you sucked my cock clean after you helped me pleasure Jeanine, and you offered me your pussy to eat, knowing you were giving yourself to me forever."

Aima beamed with joy at the recognition and appreciation Frank had for her.

"You deserve to enjoy this body," Frank thought.

He was constructed from Aima's fantasies, and he knew her thoughts like his own. This was not bragging.

Frank reached between his hip and Aima, he felt for her pussy, his fingers worked past the hair and found her clit. He rubbed at it and Aima wiggled.

"Sit that sweet wet pussy on my cock. I want to go deep in you, and feel that big, round ass of yours tremble on my thighs." Frank invited.

Aima quickly moved to comply and enjoy her reward. Frank lay there, waiting for her to do the work. He was hard, and his cock stood up, waiting for her to engulf it. Jeanine, his wife, slept peacefully next to him, enjoying a rest after lovemaking like she had never experienced in years. Thanks to Aima's magic Jeanine slept soundly, and wouldn't be bothered by noise or being bumped into.

Aima was astride, smiling and looking at Frank. Frank felt Aima's soft, thick thighs tightly against his powerful legs. Aima reached underneath her to take Frank's hard cock in her hand she aimed it at her hairy, wet sex between her thick brown thighs. Teasing her pussy entrance with his big cock head, she got him wet with her pussy juices, then she lowered herself on him, slowly. Rocking gently until inch by inch her hungry pussy swallowed up Frank's hard cock.

With her eyes closed, she grabbed her full breasts and groaned as he filled her. Pushing down and taking more of him until she had engulfed him to his root. She continued with the long, leisurely rocking and sluming.

She planted her hands on his chest, raising her strong hips and sluming back down on him. Her round ass shook as she hit Frank's thighs. Frank sunk deeper still into her with every move.

The sensation on her sweet spot deep inside began to cry out for more stimulation, she made the rocking short, hard and sharper, feeling his cock head hit her g-spot just right. Her whole body seeking that sensation. Aima started to ride even harder, shaking Frank and the bed violently seeking sweet release.

Frank reached his hand over and wrapped his fingers in those of his sleeping wife, a contented sigh coming from her. His wife would sleep through this, undisturbed. Knowing this, his genie concubine's eyes rolled up in her head and she started to ride him harder.

He placed his hands at her waist, helping her keep her balance.

She groaned and grunted as she ground her pelvis into Frank's, their hairy groins matted with cum and sweat creating a wonderful, pain and pleasure rubbing on her clit. Her beautiful brown ass giving Frank's muscular thighs a hard slap.

As she rocked harder, her beautiful large breasts, bounced harder too, her brown areolas and hard nipples glistening with sweat.

Aima's climax hit hard, sending her body into a convulsion, she shuddered and gasped, her hands went out behind her and she rested her palms on Frank's thighs. Her body continued to shake, her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. She let out a moan as her body slowly cooled.

"Wow, Frank," she exclaimed. "That is a mighty hard cock you have, that was the best ride I have ever had"

Frank grinned, pleased that she enjoyed herself.

"Glad to see that you enjoyed that ride Ms, now I'd like to receive full pay for it." he said, with a very naughty look in his eyes.

Aima smiled happily. Still attached to Frank's pole, she started to rock gently smiling at Frank, daring him to make a move.

Jeanine rolled against Frank, and he held her for a moment, then kissed the top of her head. Frank raised himself of his elbows, looked at Aima, and she knew exactly what he wanted her to do.

"Lay down on your back!" He ordered.

She loved how assertive he was becoming, how he knew he didn't need to pretend to her that she was the only one he pleasured. She rose off of him, the sound of them separating loud, wet and delicious

She lay on her back, her eyes wide, her chest heaving. He smiled down at her. He was on his knees, his unusually large cock swollen and twitching between them, in anticipation.

Frank slipped his arms under Aima's knees, lifted her legs and spread them. He looked at how shapely her inner thighs were and at her exposed cum soaked, blushed pussy entrance. He maneuvered until his fat cock head was at her entrance, then he slid back into her recently vacated dripping pussy. He grunted in approval as he sunk into her.

Frank didn't give her a moment to recover her senses. He pulled back and plunged into her, slamming into her, hard. He did not have to worry about hurting Aima or coming too soon and ending the evening. He was full of energy and not about to run out of breath, or get exhausted anytime soon.

Aima had created her own fantasy, filled with the sexual hunger of a man denied satisfaction for decades, without the need to eat, sleep or breathe. And Frank promised he was going to reward this beautiful brown woman with a hard, unapologetic fuck.

Frank held on to her, when she moaned, he lowered his head and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth, nibbling on it until she raised her chest to him. He chuckled, enjoying her reaction. Then without warning, he withdrew and slammed into her waiting pussy.

Frank kept the pace and tempo, alternating between deep plunges and shallow teasing ones at her pussy entrance.

Aima's pleasure built as he sunk deeper and rhythmically into her, the impossibly thick base of his cock stretching her, his muscular body grinding her clit between their pelvises.

Sweat, tears and cum poured from her. Frank never needed to ask her if she was OK, she was moaning, groaning and whimpering - he knew her as well as she knew herself, and he knew he didn't need to be gentle with her. She wanted to be used just as he was using her.

"Harder Frank," she encouraged him, knowing that she could take his pounding and he would last as long as possible.

Frank pounded in and out of Aima for another impossibly long time, she came several times over. When he knew that they had both had enough, he emptied his balls deep inside her warm womb. His long cock still plunged into her as her pussy milked him and his balls ejaculated their precious loot.

He pulled his cock slowly out of her, watching her pussy quivering and twitching. Even the sensation of his softening cock pulling out of her was painfully pleasurable for Aima.

When he was finally out, Aima's slick pussy was still contracting and pools of cum poured out. Frank put his hand below Aima's pussy, his middle finger resting on Aima's asshole, he played with it a little, enjoying the slickness of the cum on the bud, it was easy to insert his finger tip in, rimming the insides with his finger and making her moan.

Cum poured out of her well used pussy, as she pressed on Frank's finger trying to get more of him inside, her pussy muscles pushed more cum out and it pooled in his hand. He stood, masturbating his cock to stiffness with the cum.

Aima got on her hands and knees near the edge of the bed and waited for Frank to present his cock to her mouth. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, as if swooning. She opened her luscious lips wide. He slid his cock, coated in their cum, into her mouth, he arranged her hair, teasing her face with his fingers, as she feasted on their fluids. She groaned, swallowing and cleaning.

Frank slid his hand back to her ass, finding the tight bud, he played some more, this time pushing more into her very tight asshole, he chuckled at how distracted she got as he finger fucked her asshole with their combined cum.

He had had her pussy, as was his right, and filled it with his seed. Then he had lovingly fed it to her in the sweetest, most loving way she could imagine. She was truly his.

When Frank's cock was clean and Aima had swallowed all of their cum, he slid his cock from her mouth, and his finger from her ass. Aima lay back on the bed and Frank joined her, laying next to her. He didn't want to cum again just yet. He just wanted to enjoy some time with Aima. She had never experienced closeness like this.

As the light of the dawning sun came into the room, Frank's face lay on Aima's chest, one nipple in his mouth as his fingers drew circles around the other, pinching and pulling, then alternating. He wondered at this beautiful mystical creature. Their lovemaking had lasted all night.

Jeanine, now rested, stirred. She rolled over and her hand sought Frank's again. Aima used a little magic and guided it to Frank's cock, still hard from being in Aima's mouth. Jeanine started to awaken.

"Oh gosh, Frank," Jeanine said, holding him. "Were you hard all night because I didn't satisfy you?" Her brow furrowed and she looked around, for what she wasn't sure.

Frank wasn't sure what to say. Aima smiled, put a finger on his lips.

"It's fine. It must be my diet and all the exercise - I get hard a lot. I don't usually go naked around you, so you may not have noticed." Aima answered Jeanine in Frank's voice.

"That must get so uncomfortable," Jeanine said, concerned.

Her hand was still holding Frank's hard cock, which definitely seemed bigger than she had remembered. She started to remember their lovemaking from the night before and she felt herself getting wet.

"I'm a horrible wife. Oh Frank," she cried, resting her face on his chest, her tears falling on him, her hand gripping him more tightly.

"You're not horrible, Jeanine. I love you," Aima said. Frank looked wide eyed at his concubine as she seduced his wife for him.

"Could you satisfy me now?" his voice asked her softly.

"I can let you know when I need you to help me, and you don't have to worry yourself about being a bad wife. You're not." Aima said.

"Yes, I can do that," Jeanine replied, excitedly.

She wasn't sure how it all worked out, but the thought of being a good wife, one her husband would be proud of, maybe they'd even brag to their friends about, excited and satisfied her. The thought of being ready to pleasure him whenever he wanted didn't seem to concern her.

"Why don't you suck me then, Jeanine," Frank's voice tenderly encouraged Jeanine.

This was not what they normally did. But she wanted to be a good wife, she wanted to pleasure her handsome, well hung husband. She wanted her friends and his to hear confessions of her desire to please her man and his big cock any time he needed it. Jeanine felt Frank's hand gently guide the back of her head down until she opened her mouth and took Frank's big cock into her mouth.

She had thought he'd smell sweaty, or like cum, after their fucking from hours ago, but somehow he smelled clean, and faintly of jasmine. She groaned as his long, thick manhood filled her mouth, her pussy getting wetter. Frank's hand now caressed the back of her head and she worked to pleasure him more.

Her hands reached up to work his balls, and she found there was a lot of shaft she wasn't sucking, and she used one hand to stroke him there. He was definitely bigger than he had been for a long time. Had he lost that much weight? Did this diet make men's cocks grow?

Aima's hand - it had not been Frank's - continued to stroke Jeanine's hair, encouraging her to blow her husband. Now her hand stroked down Jeanine's face, around her neck and it felt Jeanine's full breasts and hard nipples, squeezing and pinching them.

Jeanine groaned, slobbered, sucked on Frank and sucked up the saliva and precum as it escaped her lips. She squirmed, her legs rubbing together, rubbing against the bed, pushing herself into the hand feeling her breasts. Aima's hand now moved back up to hold the back of Jeanine's head and Jeanine took him deeper than she had before, wanting him to cum straight down her throat.

Frank's hips rose from the bed and his cum shot out, down Jeanine's throat as she sucked noisily on him. She swallowed down the last of him and lifted her head off of his crotch, breathing in deeply as his softening cock flopped from her mouth.

"Wow," she said, panting. "I didn't know I could do that."

"You were amazing," Frank told her. "You look so beautiful right now - your lips so full and wet, your face rosey. I'd pull out my phone and take a picture of you, but maybe the timing isn't great."

"Do it," she told him, smiling. The thought of having her picture taken now, in this condition, made her tingle more, her pussy somehow damper.

Frank smiled shrugged and reached for his phone. He zoomed in on Jeanine's face, pink and glistening, her lips full and wet from her saliva and his cum. He took the picture and showed it to her.

"I feel like when people catch a big fish, they want to take a picture with the beast they wrestled and beat," she said, lifting Frank's long, heavy cock and putting her face next to it.

"I should have a picture like this, with this monster I just mastered, my face showing the struggle I had to make you cum." Jeanine giggled.

"You're going to make me hard again, Jeanine!" Frank joked.

"I'm serious. Would you be ok with me having a picture of your big cock right by my face?" Jeanine asked, now biting her lower lip.

"Only if you promise to show your friends," Frank teased, loving the idea of the exhibitionism.

Jeanine adjusted her hair and posed with Frank's big, floppy cock and Frank took some pictures.

"You'd better watch out, Frank," Jeanine said.

"After I show this around, my friends may want me to share you with them! You don't need to tell me how you'd feel about that, I can see what you think!" She was looking at his cock as it firmed up yet again.

Frank bent over, held Jeanine's head, and kissed her noisily on the cheek.

"I should get ready for work," he said and headed toward the bathroom.

Jeanine licked her lips, pulled the sheet up to her chin, smiling, and closed her eyes, resting and enjoying what she was feeling.

"Hello Master," Aima said to Frank as he entered the bathroom.

She was dressed, wearing a button down shirt and jacket that were closed tightly below her breasts, her cleavage spilling out. She had a short, plaid skirt on that looked even shorter as it flared up around her big, round ass.

On her legs she wore thigh high dark stockings that had lacy elastic borders just below where her skirt fell. She had on, long black leather boots with heels that stopped just over the knee, still exposing some of her stockings. Her hair was up in a bun, she wore thick dark eyeglass frames - with no glasses, and she held a clipboard. It felt like she'd been waiting there for him for some time, though of course she hadn't .

"Hello, Aima," Frank replied as he looked her over thoroughly, loving what he saw.

"While Master was busy having his cock sucked," Aima said matter of factly, looking at her clipboard, "I took a look at memories of work, and made some adjustments."

"Oh?" Frank replied, coming closer to her.

"Yes," Aima said, not looking at him, busily looking at the papers on her clipboard, that Frank could now see were blank.

"As I noted here," Aima said, resting her clipboard on the vanity, bending over at the hip to read it up close.

"Your job doesn't bring you pleasure, and doesn't utilize your skills and, uh...abilities," she said, pulling her glasses down on her nose and looking over them at his cock.

He smiled, firming up at being noticed, and looked at Aima from behind. Her thick legs, spread and dressed in stockings and boots, were fantastic. Further up, the plaid skirt provided no cover for Aima while she was in that pose, bent over at the waist, and Frank could see she wore no panties. Aima's big, round ass was on display, and between her upper thighs her swollen, open, hairy pussy was presented to him.

"My...abilities, you say," Frank said, standing behind Aima, holding his hard cock in his hand and rubbing it against Aima's wet sex.

"Yes...gasp...that's correct," Aima said, trying to sound official while she concentrated on her blank page, through her fake glasses. She wiggled, trying to get more of Frank's cock in her.

He carefully held back, as if he happened to be against her pussy by accident while he was just trying to see something over her shoulder.

"May I look over your shoulder," Frank whispered in Aima's ear, the head of his cock half in her wet pussy, "and see what you have about my abilities and where I should use them?"

"Yes, please do me - I mean, please do look over my shoulder," Aima said, reaching back to pull her big ass cheeks apart, trying to push back against Frank.

Frank put his hands over Aima's and slowly slid his thick cock into her. She gasped, standing up a little higher on her toes.

As Frank got all of his cock inside Aima, her big ass cheeks squeezed against his hips and stomach, Frank's hands sliding to the front of her hips, he saw now what was written on the pages.

"Is this real?" Frank asked, surprised at what he was reading.

"Oh, Frank," Aima gasped. "That is 100% real genie pussy."

"And it's amazing," Frank said, relishing the sensations of pulling out of Aima, pulling her lips out, then pushing back into her. "But I mean about what's on that paper."

"Ah, yes, of course, sir," Aima said, playing the part well, trying to seem professional while being fucked.,

Her cleavage glistening with sweat and shaking from her being slammed, her thighs damp with cum that leaked and splashed out with every powerful thrust and plunge that Frank made.

"I found a Firm run by 5 women," Aima said, trying to speak intelligently while being slammed by Frank's thick cock, the sensations rippling through her as she spoke.

"All of them lost their husbands when they went off with other women - younger, fitter women." Aima paused, holding onto the vanity.

She needed to feel Frank deeper, so she leaned forward and rested her head on countertop, she held her ass cheeks open with her hands. Frank slammed in, she groaned loudly as he found her spot again.

Sensations of electricity, an ice cube dancing on her belly, a breeze between her bare thighs all filled her senses as stimulation piled on top of orgasm. She tried to regain her composure.

"They all need someone to counsel them, to help them relax, to pamper them. They need a man's strong hands to touch them," Aima said as Frank slammed repeatedly into her.

His hands now ripping open her shirt and jacket to squeeze her big breasts and exposed brown nipples, he squeezed them then held onto her breasts like they were anchors.

"I'm going to cum," Frank announced. Aima knew. She could feel it in his body and his thoughts. She pressed hard against him, wanting her insides to be painted by his generous ejaculations.

"Oh yes, give it to me," Aima said. "I have already met them and pitched you as being that man," she choked out before bracing herself to receive his explosion.

"Arghhhh!" Frank said, cum blasting from his swollen cock.

Jeanine had slipped into the bathroom, unnoticed by Frank, but had Aima noticed her? When she looked at Frank and Aima she saw Frank, his long, thick, hard cock blasting out cum, but she didn't see Aima.

"Oh gosh, Frank," Jeanine said. Frank looked over shocked as the sensations of a huge orgasm still flowed through his body.

"That is so fucking hot," she said.

"I can't believe what an appetite for sex you have. Have you been like this all this time? I'm so sorry!" she apologised sincerely

Frank started to try to explain something, the invisible Aima slumped against the vanity, her thighs shaking as Frank rested pressed against her generous ass, his cock spurting out the last of it's cum.

"I was kind of joking before, about sharing you. Just kind of," Jeanine said, confessing her fetishes. "But I know I need to now. That is just too much cock for one little wife to handle all by herself." she said licking her lips.

She turned around and left the room, giggling to herself, more excited than she had been before.

Aima smiled knowingly at Frank, recovering from her pounding.

"This company I've been telling you about," she said, "they're expecting you today. I already notified your current employer and I picked out an outfit for you."

Frank extracted himself from Aima, her knees buckling as he did, the wet flopping sound of them detaching pleasing Frank.

"I'm not really clear on what I'll be doing for them," he began, selling himself short as he saw the clothes Aima had put out for him.

She handed him a silver grey custom tailored suit that showed off his muscular arms and broad shoulders. The suit pants would accentuate his slim waist and muscular legs. They allowed for his almost ridiculous sized penis and balls to show as a slightly concealed, delicious bulge.

"Oh...wow," Frank said, beginning to understand. "I'm going to help them relax and pamper them...by..."

"By fucking them and taking care of their sexual desires and needs. Yes Frank, that's your new job," Aima said.

Again acting the part of the professional, despite her hair and clothes being in disarray, her big tits hanging proudly and her soaked, worn pussy exposed.

"Oh, and you will be very well compensated. I also asked that they set up an entertainment account to ensure that you are able to pay for any extras," Aima boasted.

"Now get ready. You have a lot of work to do." she shooed him into the shower.

———x———

Frank left the house, kissing his glowing, satiated wife and heading out with Aima, his invisible to all but him genie companion. Frank wore the custom made, grey suit Aima had provided for him, Aima wore the short plaid skirt, shirt, jacket, stockings and boots that had driven Frank wild in the bathroom.

"You look great, Frank," Aima told her master, smiling at him.

"Thanks," he said. "I had no idea how nice a custom made suit could feel."

"And you didn't even have to visit a tailor!" Aima said.

Or even wish for it, she thought. One of the benefits of their relationship, her love for him, him having freed her, was she could read his mind and could use her magic however she liked. And she loved him.

Aima stepped up to a town car that was parked, with the driver waiting for them, and she got in. Frank followed her in. He had learned to not be surprised by all the things she did for them.

"First off," Aima said, handing Frank a 8x10 photograph, "these are the employees at your new company. Who you will be...helping to relax and provide comfort for-" She smiled, and looked at him.

Frank knew Aima didn't have any jealousy toward him. If anything, she was happier with him being happy. And she knew his fantasies. Knew he'd want to be at the service of a bunch of women, satisfying their desires, to be the stud of their group.

"Hold on," Frank said, looking at the photo as Aima watched him and they rode to his new job.

"Don't you find them appealing?" Aima asked.

"Of course I do. You know I do," Frank said, dropping the photo to his lap and looking at Aima. "But this seems a little beyond belief."

"Why?" Aima asked.

"These women look like the top five contestants in an over 40 beauty contest!" Frank protested.

"Don't you like attractive women, Frank?" Aima asked, batting her eyes at him, pursing her lips, and running her hands down her body as if she were straightening her clothes.

"Don't confuse me with your sexiness, you," Frank scolded lightheartedly. "You know what I mean. This seems beyond belief that these gorgeous women all happen to work together and all were left by their husbands and they are starved for affection and appreciation."

"Ah, I see," Aima said, nodding. "Frank," Aima asked, "do you think they were ever young and beautiful? Or that if their lives had been easier, and they had eaten well and slept well and exercised, that they would look better than if they hadn't?"

"Yes, I suppose," Frank said, frowning and shaking his head.

"How about if you got to know them, and really appreciated who they were? Wouldn't you find them more attractive?"

"Sure," Frank said, nodding. "But what does that have to do with what they look like here?"

"Life isn't quite as simple as you perceive it, Frank. Just like I was able to make tremendous changes to you, but Jeanine hasn't seen them all yet, I'm able to make these ladies look different."

"So is this magic, tricking me into thinking they look like this?" Frank asked.

Aima furrowed her brow, tilted her head and paused. "I'm not tricking you..." she said. "I'm just helping you see them in an ideal light."

Frank nodded slowly.

"Is that OK?" Aima asked, tilting her head, and trying to look into his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah," Frank said. He squeezed his lips together and wrinkled his brow for a moment. "Actually... if they are beautiful to me, and they haven't been seen that way by others..." he trailed off with a far away look.

"Yes?" Aima asked.

"I think I actually like that more," he said.

"I thought you would," she said. "I know the whole magic thing can be complicated to understand. All is not as we see it. There isn't as much objective experience as you'd think. But remember Frank - I love you. I have your best interests in mind. I wouldn't try to fool you."

Frank smiled, looking into Aima's eyes.

"And I think you are going to have a lot of fun fucking their brains out," Aima added. She smiled.

Frank laughed.

"OK. We're almost there. Here's one more thing," she said, handing him a black velvet sack.

"Is this my lunch?" Frank asked, smiling.

"It's my way of helping you have what you want quicker," Aima explained. "I can read your thoughts. If you want something, it's a lot easier for us all if you don't have to ask me explicitly, and if what you want doesn't appear out of nowhere."

"Wow," Frank said, taking the sack.

"Yeah, it's really nice of me," Aima said. "Keep in mind, I'm filling it."

"OK," Frank said.

"So you might find things in there you didn't think about. And I may not give you things you did think about," she said.

"I trust your judgement," Frank said. Aima smiled at him.

The car came to a stop and they got out and headed into the office building they were parked next to.

Aima led Frank up by elevator to the floor his new employer was on, and they headed in. It seemed really quiet, and Frank looked from side to side to see if anyone was there.

"Are we really early or-" Frank thought, and was interrupted as someone came out of one of the offices.

"Hi there," the smiling blond woman said, tentatively giving them a little wave.

She wore a skirt, shirt, jacket and heels, all in grey and white, but the drab office wear didn't hide the fact that she was straight out of Frank's dreams. In fact, she looked a lot like a woman from college, Jennifer, who was gorgeous and had always begged Frank for massages, and he somehow had never figured out to go for it with her.

"I'm Jennifer," she said, extending her hand. Frank extended his hands, shaking Jennifer's between them.

"It's nice to meet you, Jennifer," Frank said.

"You're a naughty genie," Frank thought.

"I thought we'd tie up some loose ends," Aima said to Frank, looking down at her clipboard through her empty eyeglass frames.

"It's just me right now," Jennifer said with a giggle, shrugging. "The others will trickle in. Can I show you around?"

"I'd love that," Frank said.

Aima had made a faithful reproduction of the Jennifer of Frank's memories, or was this really that Jennifer? Frank wasn't overly concerned with the metaphysical details at the moment. Jennifer had straight blonde hair past her shoulders and bangs - a sort of long bob or cleopatra looking thing. He wasn't an expert on hair styles. It framed her pretty, smiling face and expressive lips and eyebrows down over her shoulders and stopped on her big chest, impossible to hide, even in drab office garb.

As Jennifer spun on a heel to lead the way on the tour Frank continued to look her over, trying not to seem super obvious. Jennifer was curvier than the Jennifer of his college years, with a body more to his liking, more like what a woman over 40 looked like, too. Her butt was round, her hips wider than the barbie doll this Jennifer may have been when she was in college, and her legs shapely. Frank drew in his breath and felt a tingling on his hips and thighs. She was delicious.

"...the coffee machine and refrigerator," Jennifer continued. She must have been talking while she was giving the tour and Frank had been off in his own world.

"And here's your office," Jennifer said, pointing with her outstretched arm. "Aima told us she was going to furnish it with all sorts of stuff. I guess she did!" She said, smiling and shrugging.

Frank walked in, and Jennifer followed. Aima was there, too, unseen by Jennifer. She smiled at Frank, pleased at the fantasy she had constructed for him.

"This is great," Frank said. "Looks like everything I'll need!" He really didn't know what was there before him, but he would figure it out.

"Looks really interesting," Jennifer said. "Is this some sort of special chair?" she asked, gesturing.

"Yes," Frank said, patting it like it was his preferred make and model. "It's a massage chair."

"Oh, is it?" Jennifer asked, her eyes going wide. "It's not one of those electronic ones, is it?"

"No," Frank said, smiling. "Let me show you. Here, let's take your jacket off, OK?" He asked, looking for approval before she smiled, blushed and let him slip the jacket off of her. He hung it up.

"There are two ways it can be used," Frank said.

He led Jennifer over and sat her in the comfortable chair. She slipped into its form fitting shape, sighing. Frank knelt by her feet, slipping her shoes off gently.

"One way is where you sit there, like that, and I can massage you, while you sit comfortably," he said.

While he spoke he reached out and massaged her feet, firmly squeezing them from her ankles to her toes and back.

"Oh, that's nice," Jennifer said, smiling and blinking a little more rapidly. "How else is it used?"

"Stand up for a sec," Frank asked, offering Jennifer a hand and helping her up.

"The other way," he continued, sitting in the seat, "is for you to sit right here on my lap, and I massage you." He looked in her eyes. Her eyes widened and she swallowed.

"Come here and sit on my lap, Jennifer," Frank coaxed.

Full of the boldness imparted to him by the love of his genie, Aima. He knew she was helping everything along, and the last thing he thought would happen is this woman would slap him and storm off.

"Oh," Jennifer said, swallowing again, "OK." She turned her back to Frank, holding her legs together under her knee length skirt, put her hands down to hold onto the chair behind her, and she sat.

"There," Frank said, holding Jennifer's hips firmly and arranging her round, firm ass on top of his crotch. "Now I can massage your shoulders a bit." His hands went up and started massaging Jennifer's shoulders over her white button down shirt.

"Hmmm," Jennifer said, then stopped as Frank's hands came off of her. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't want to wrinkle your shirt doing this," Frank said.

"Oh, I can take it off-" Jennifer said, reaching for the buttons.

"If you just unbutton a bit I can slip my hands under your shirt," Frank said. "If that works,"

"Oh," Jennifer laughed, unbuttoning as fast as she could, moving on to another button. Would another button be necessary? Would it seem trashy to do that? "Yes, yes, I suppose that would work, too!"

Frank put his hands on Jennifer's neck and slid them down. The neck of her shirt was still a little small for his hands to fit under. He slid his hands around to her front and undid another button as Jennifer's hands reached back to hold on to the chair firmly.

"I think that will work," Frank said quietly to the back of Jennifer's neck, more of her chest exposed, his hands slipping under the shirt to her bare shoulders. Soon his hands started to knead her muscles, loosening her neck and back. She exhaled deeply.

"Your back feels a little tight," he said softly, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck.

"Yes," she said softly.

"It's from the strain from your large breasts, isn't it?" Frank asked. He spoke without a hint of impropriety, casually talking about her voluptuous chest.

"Yes," she sighed as he continued to massage her, "I've had back problems since high school."

"Hmm," Frank said. "Let me get to your back from down here," he said, pulling her shirt up at the bottom.

"OK," Jennifer agreed as Frank's hands slide up her sides, then firmly massaged her lower back, moving up her back to her shoulders.

"I don't want to rub against your bra and hurt you," Frank said, moving his hands over the back of her bra and going higher, his arms against Jennifer's back and sides now.

"Let me just take that off," Jennifer said, pulling up from Frank, making his arms slip out.

"You're a professional, and we're in private and it's just making you contort yourself, having to slip your hands up under my shirt that way." She smiled and shook her head, breathing hard.

She hurried to unbutton her shirt and take it off before he could protest. Frank stood. Jennifer watched him wide eyed, afraid he was going to stop her, or he was going to take her in his arms and kiss her. Wanting him to stop her, or take her in his arms and kiss him.

He walked past her, closed the door and pulled the blinds down. Jennifer was now in her bra, her chest heaving, looked wide eyed at Frank. He slipped his jacket off and sat back down, never taking his eyes off of Jennifer - never seeming to even blink.

Jennifer breathed deeply, looking at Frank, reached back and undid her bra. Her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths, her face and chest flushing as she moved the straps and then the cups away, exposing her large, round breasts to the cool office air and the penetrating gaze of Frank.

"That's better," she said and moved to sit back down on Frank.

Frank held her hips firmly and guided her back down.

"Very nice," Frank said softly, his hands moving over Jennifer's shoulders, now unencumbered by her shirt or bra.

Her back was beautiful, soft and smooth. Her face, relaxed in the pleasure she was feeling, the amazing sensation of dropping your shirt in front of a strange man, she glowed. Past her shoulders and her soft, straight hair that smelled so sweetly of strawberries, Jennifer's large, round breasts heaved, her pink nipples hardening from the cool air and excitement. Frank could see her rapid breathing as his hands worked her shoulders, now back and lower.

Jennifer bent over a bit as Frank's hands went lower, reaching around to graze the sides of her breasts, not lingering, moving down to work her lower back, working out the tension. Jennifer squirmed under Frank's firm hands, his face nearly against her back, and beneath her, Frank's cock hardened. As Frank's hands worked her lower back, just above the waist of her skirt Jennifer spoke.

"Should I...should I take my skirt off...for you?" she whispered through pants.

She felt herself get even wetter at having asked, being so obviously under the control of his strong hands.

"That's a good idea," Frank said, guiding Jennifer to stand.

As she did she turned to look at Frank as he spoke to her, presenting her big, firm breasts as she did.

"I'll need to take my pants off, too," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.

Jennifer's eyes widened looking over his muscular chest and arms.

"I don't want to get this suit all wrinkly," he said casually

"Let me help!" Jennifer said, excitedly, reaching out to put her hands on Frank's belt.

"OK," Frank laughed, looking down at Jennifer's hands right above his crotch, his hard bulge quite visible.

Jennifer undid Frank's belt, then unbuttoned his pants, and looked up to his eyes. Frank smiled at her and she looked down again, unzipping Frank over his hard cock.

"How...how am I doing?" Jennifer asked.

"You're doing great, Jennifer," Frank said, reaching out to squeeze her arms, grazing her breasts.

"Why don't you get on your knees and you can help me out of my pants?"

"Uh...ok," Jennifer stammered, kneeling, keeping her eyes looking into Frank's while she knelt.

Frank looked down at the wide eyed, bare breasted dream as she raised her hands to unzip his pants. As she unzipped she bit her lip, looking from Frank's crotch up to his eyes and back. Frank's pants started to fall and Jennifer took the pants by the waist and helped them down. In her face with Frank's erection filled boxer briefs. Jennifer looked up at Frank to see his face, to understand what he wanted, as he reached down to pull off his shoes, socks and the pants.

"Thanks, Jennifer," Frank said. "I might as well get these off, too," Frank said, slipping his thumbs under the elastic of his briefs and starting to move them down.

"Uh...yeah," Jennifer said, watching Frank's crotch as his shorts came out, his hard cock bouncing free.

"Your turn," Frank said to Jennifer, looking down into her face past his thick, long, hard cock, precum glistening on the swollen tip.

"My...turn..." Jennifer choked out, looking at Frank's cock as Frank held onto her arms and, to her surprise, helped her stand.

"Let me help you," Frank said, reaching around Jennifer's waist, brushing against the sides of her breasts, his cock poking at her as he reached to unhook her skirt and unzip it.

"Ah..." Jennifer sighed as her skirt slid down. Frank took it off of her and laid it nicely on a table. She stood there now wearing nothing but her boring white panties that had a conspicuous wet spot. She was gorgeous - her legs, her wide hips, slightly rounded belly, her big round breasts and hard pink nipples.

Frank came back to her after putting her skirt to the side, resisting the temptation to ogle at her.

"Let me help you with these," Frank said, reaching out and sliding Jennifer's panties off.

As Frank slid Jennifer's panties down, getting down on his knees to slide them down, she could hear him breathe deeply, inhaling her natural perfume, released from her exposed pussy. She inhaled sharply as she heard him enjoy her scent, her legs buckled and she started to stumble. Her panties were around her ankles and she couldn't right her step, and she began to fall backwards. Frank quickly shifted his hands to hold her butt, a hand on each cheek of her big, round ass, and he pulled her back up to stand on her feet, his face now inches from her hairy, soaking wet pussy.

"Steady darling," Frank said.

Jennifer felt his words and his breath on her crotch, Frank still kneeling, and she shuddered. Frank moved his hands, slid the panties off her feet then stood up, his hard cock again catching Jennifer's attention.

"Let's go back to the massage chair," Frank said, leading Jennifer by the elbow.

Jennifer followed his lead. He sat, held her firmly by her wide hips, and guided her big ass toward himself. Jennifer sat in Frank's lap, facing his feet, guided by Frank's hands, feeling his long, thick cock lay between her butt cheeks. She inhaled sharply and squirmed.

Frank's hands steadied Jennifer's hips, holding her still with his cock laying between her butt cheeks. He massaged her hips, moving down her thighs to her knees, his face pressing against her naked back. Now his hands massaged their way up her inner thighs as her legs spread and the wetness from her pussy soaked his balls. His hands worked the soft, hot flesh of her thighs, her pubic hair touching the backs of his hands. She spread wider, leaning back against him, her breasts and stomach and crotch exposed, none there to see it.

Frank's hands moved back to her lower back and her ass. She leaned forward, shifting her ass, the friction between her ass cheeks driving her wild.

"I'm concerned that the head of my cock is going to go up your ass with the way you're sitting on me, Jennifer," Frank said. "Would you sit back on me a little?"

Jennifer slid back, sliding along Frank's fat cock, feeling it brush against the rosebud that was her asshole. Gasping, she slid a little further, leaving his cock head between her asshole and her throbbing pussy. She leaned forward, offering her ass and back to Frank, who massaged her back, kneaded her ass.

She felt his shaft pressing hard, sipping between the lips of her pussy. She reached her hand down, taking his balls in her hand, gasping.

Frank's hands moved around, massaging her hips, now moving to her front, grazing her pussy entrance. She stared down, gasping, seeing Frank's big balls and shaft. She felt Frank's hands continue to move around, now moving down to her mound, pushing her lips together, squeezing her clit between them.

Her breathing quicked, she squirmed on him, bringing him so close to her needy sex. Frank's hand slid between her wet lips, sliding along, exploring her clit down to her opening. The other hand rose up her stomach, still further up, and squeezed her big breasts, tweaking her nipples.

As Frank's hand noisily danced between her pussy lips, toying with her clit, he pushed two fingers in, exploring the tight walls. In and out his fingers went, heightening her need. Jennifer held onto the chair on both sides and rocked back and forth on Frank's cock.

He was soaked with her juices. She gasped, about to cum, then she felt the fat head of his cock slip into the soaked opening of her pussy. His long cock sprung free from being held against her ass to instantly go inside her.

She sat up straighter and in shock, still impaled, firmly attached to Frank, her pussy lips sealed tightly around his thick cock. Frank took her hips firmly again, adjusted himself under her, then pulled her down over his cum covered cock, stuffing her tight pussy even more with his thick long cock.

He stuffed her deeply, deeper than she had ever taken a man, stretching her pussy. Her once unused pussy entrance getting sleeker with more cum, no longer giving much resistance to the invading rod, allowing Frank to go deeper with every thrust.

Frank repeated the motion, raising her, then bringing her back onto his well lubricated cock. His glorious cock hit a spot inside her. The feeling growing inside her, one that she had never felt before. It overwhelmed her.

Jennifer was like a rag doll, she felt Frank's strong arms lifting her, then slamming her back down onto his hard rod. Even as her ass slammed back onto his thighs she remained immobilised, she felt him hit his mark with every forceful entry, again and again, each time deeper and more forceful, fucking her pussy hard on his cock.

The explosion inside hit her so hard, she shook, cum squirting from her. Her eyes shut tightly, her head thrown back and her mouth dropped open. A deep groan escaped her, vibrating through the room. Jennifer's body, glistening with sweat was arched, still mounted on him, shaking uncontrollably.

Then a movement caught Frank's eye,, beyond her, hiding behind the wall by the now open door, one of Jennifer's coworkers hid and watched them wide eyed.

Jennifer went limp in Frank's arms, still impaled on his needy cock, but no longer moving, other than the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.

Being stuffed full of his cock had overwhelmed the shapely blonde, and she was unconscious.

Frank lifted her off of him, slipped out from under her, and let her rest in the chair. He reached into his velvet bag from Aima and pulled out a light blanket, which he covered her with, and a little bundle of thong panties that he left along with her clothes. Simple clothes were one thing, but that fantastic pussy and ass should be covered, at least lightly, with something way sexier than those big, white panties.

Frank stood, his still hard cock dripping with Jennifer's cum. He knew Jennifer's coworker was still hiding by the door, probably hoping Frank would get distracted and she'd be able to slip away. Frank walked over to where she was squatting behind the wall and stood there, close to her and facing her, his big wet cock near her face since she was low down on her haunches.

"Hi," Frank said. "Sorry for the noise, if it disturbed you. I'm Frank," he said, extending his hand for a shake pretty close to his erect manhood.

"Uh...hello," the dark brown haired woman replied to him.

She saw his extended hand, and tried lifting her own without looking up, not wanting to look right at his cock. Frank moved his hand away slowly, and the woman's hand came up and gripped his cock.

"It's nice to - oh my gosh!" she said, realizing she was holding his big, hard cock, but not letting go.

Frank showed no surprise and made no effort to help her correct her mistake.

"What's your name?" Frank asked.

"Uh...Abby," she said, her hand slipping down his shaft, despite her tight grip.

He was well lubricated with Jennifer's cum. Seeing this, Abby slid her hand back to where it had been.

"Hmm, that's nice, Abby," Frank said. "Would you like to stand up?" Frank asked her.

Abby stood, still holding Frank. She had thick, dark brown, wavy hair that covered her one eye and flowed down past her shoulders. Her flowing, dark clothes managed to hide her body to where Frank couldn't really tell what her body was like.

"I'm...I'm sorry I was snooping on you," Abby said as she slowly, almost absently mindedly stroked Frank, coming all the way down to squeeze his head, milking pre cum from it and making her hand slicker.

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" Frank said, smiling.

Abby breathed heavily, her eyes widened and she lifted her gaze to look at Frank, while stroking him more firmly and faster.

"Yes," she croaked out. "Yes...sir."

Frank smile disappeared and he turned his head a bit at hearing that.

"Bad girls need some discipline, don't they Abby?" Frank asked. Still stroking him, Abby nodded, keeping her head low.

Frank freed his well handled cock and led Abby back into his office, where Jennifer still slept, and he closed the door behind them.

"As you know," Frank said "when other people come into the office, they'll be able to hear what happens in here." Abby nodded.

Frank sat on a simple chair without wheels on the bottom or arm rests. His cock was still hard and shining from Jennifer's cum and more recently his own pre cum that Abby had milked from him.

"Now Abby," Frank said. "I want you to lay across my lap and I'm going to give you a spanking."

Abby gasped, made an awkward laugh, put her hand to her neck, and made no effort to move away or protest.

"Now please," Frank said, patting his legs. "No more delay."

Abby bit at her lips, looked at Frank's cock and then his face, then moved her body down to rest her chest against Frank's lap and hard cock.

"I...I don't know what to do with my legs," Abby said. "If I kneel I won't be across your lap."

"Stand there with your legs straight and apart so you're low enough," Frank told her, gently.

She complied, and the position made her stick out her butt and spread her legs wide. Frank lifted her flowing skirt, laying it over her lower back.

"I need to have contact with you," he said.

"You'll have to take these off," he ordered, pulling on her panties.

Abby rested her weight on Frank's lap, feeling his big cock press into her chest, and she pulled the panties down with both hands. They fell around her ankles and she stepped and shook them off, returning her legs to the spread position.

"I'm bare now," she said meekly.

"You're bare now, what?" Frank asked, holding her body down with his one hand and stroking the back of her legs with the other.

"Sir," Abby said. "I'm bare now, sir. My ass is bare, sir."

"Indeed it is," Frank said.

His hand that had been caressing the back of her legs came up to her plump ass and rested there. Frank brought his hand back and smacked the plump ass. Abby squealed as his hand noisily connected with her. He smacked her three more times, than left his hand resting at the top of her leg and bottom of her ass, his fingers falling between her ass crack.

"You're hot and wet, Abby," Frank said, his hand drifting to inspect her pussy, exposed from the way her legs were spread.

The dark brown curls of her pussy were matted down from her wetness. She gasped as his hand moved across her lips.

"Ye-yes sir, I am. That is, my pussy sir, my pussy is wet."

"Hmm," Frank said, his thumb now resting against her asshole and his fingers rubbing her pussy in a lazy circle, his cock poking hard into her chest.

"If you naughtiness got you all worked up here," Frank said, rubbing and fingering to emphasize where here was, "maybe you deserve some spanks here, too."

Abby gasped, her knees bent and straightened and she wiggled a little, maybe thinking of getting up from this punishment, but maybe eager for it to happen. Her body never rose off of Frank's lap.

"I'd like you to take your clothes off, Abby," Frank said matter of factly. "Your top is rubbing against my cock. "Stand up for a moment and take your clothes off."

Abby did as she was told, and watched Frank's big cock spring from it's release. She hurried to disrobe, to move things along, to obey.

Frank looked over to Jennifer, who still slept soundly in the chair. He listened, and could hear signs that others were in the office now.

Abby moved fast. She had already been bare assed and exposed to Frank so she didn't feel hesitancy from modesty. She was also super aroused and getting really submissive for him.

"Very nice," Frank said, looking at Abby, now bare, and standing there, almost at attention.

Curvy legs, that nice round ass, now warmed up by his hand. Her trimmed, brown haired bush, glistening with her juices. Like Jennifer, she had a small, rounded belly, and big, full breasts, though not as massive as Jennifer's. Her eyes were wide and her chest rose and fell, showing her heavy breathing. She was ready.

"Bend over the chair, Abby. Straight legs, spread apart. I'll need easy access to that naughty pussy," he said.

She got in position, quivering. A puddle started developing on the floor between her spread legs. Frank stood next to her, his hand on her pussy from behind, his thumb again on her asshole.

"I'm doing this to help you be good, Abby," he said, petting her. "You understand, don't you?"

She looked over toward him, but from her angle all she could see was his big, hard, cock. It seemed to throb, and the tip glistened from his excitement. She swallowed hard and nodded.

Frank smacked her pussy with his bare hand, the sound of skin slapping together fast, of wetness splashing out against her spread thighs, her gasp and moan. Frank smacked two more times, Abby's thighs now quivering. Abby moaned softly. Frank held Abby's hips and moved behind her.

"Next time, Abby," Frank lectured, "I want you to wait for your turn and let your coworkers get fucked. Do you understand?"

"My...my turn?" Abby choked, her thighs still quivering, wetness from her pussy dripping to splash between her legs.

"Your turn, what?" Frank asked as he started to rub the bulbous head of his cock around Abby's hot, wet, hairy fuckhole.

"My...my...my turn...Master," Abby choked out, desperate for Frank.

"I accept, Abby," Frank said, patting her ass with the hand that wasn't holding his cock. "Now Abby," Frank asked. "Have you had a big cock before?" he asked as he moved the head of his cock between Abby's lips.

"No, not...yet, Master," Abby said.

Frank let go of his cock, now safely on its way into Abby, and he brought his hands up to hold onto Abby's hips. She groaned and grunted as his thick member stretched her opening. He held tight and pushed deeper into her. She groaned, a long low sound, feeling herself stretched and filled.

Frank pulled out completely, spreading her ass cheeks he entered her, allowing only his head to enter, he watched as it got swallowed by her hungry pussy, her tight lips holding onto his wide head as he withdrew.

Frank kept exploring her depths until his crotch pressed against Abby's freshly spanked ass, he began pulling back out of her, her pussy lips stretched around him. Abby's moans turned to groans and loud grunt.

Frank held tight, pumping into Abby and pulling back, the fit super tight, despite all her wetness. He punished her sweet pussy with more plunges, his hands moving to hold her shoulders, using this to pull her harder against him. Abby was covered in sweat, her thighs soaked with her cum. She grunted like she was putting everything she had into pulling a tree from the ground. Her face was red, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Oh...fuck," she called out in a sustained voice. "I'm going to cum!"

Frank let go of Abby's hips, one hand grabbing up her dark brown hair at her neck and pulling on it, like he was trying to control a wild horse. His other hand smacked her already disciplined ass.

"Wait until I tell you you can cum," Frank told her.

"Ugh...oh..." Abby wailed, desperately trying to keep her body from exploding from the pleasure being rammed into her.

"Oh yeah...fuck yeah," Frank said, slamming into her, smacking her ass and pulling on her hair.

"Now!" Frank said, his own balls boiling over and exploding. His hot cum gushing out through his thick long cock that was still stretching out Abby's sweet pussy.

"Grrrr...ahhh!!!!" Abby screamed, her legs and ass shaking uncontrollably, her orgasm spasming around Frank's erupting cock.

Frank spurt again and again into her, her tight pussy feeling each throb. Frank unable to stop the momentum that he had built up, plunged some more into her, lengthening the sensation.

He finally slowed down, let go of Abby's hair. When he stopped he put his hands on her reddened ass, spread them, a big drop of sweat run down between the cheeks getting lost in her bushy pubic hair. He gently pul lhis softening cock out of her convulsing pussy.

Abby's pussy was sucking him in, still trying to milk him dry.

With a pop his cock came out of her, her pussy gaping open, twitching, their cum dripping out of her quivering body into the growing mess on the floor.

"Oh wow," Jennifer said, looking between Frank and Abby.

They hadn't noticed that she awoke - they wouldn't have noticed anything during their incredible, shared orgasm.

"I see you've met Abby," she said, smiling.

"Thanks for taking care of him, Abby. A little bit of this stud," Jennifer said, taking hold of Frank's big, limp, filthy cock, "and he made me pass out." Jennifer smiled at Frank, stroking him back to harness, using his and Abby's abundant cum as a lubricant. Abby moaned, looking like she'd collapse.

"Go relax on that chair Jennifer was on, Abby," Frank told her.

She shuffled over, sat down and curled up with the blanket. Looking into Jennifer's eyes Frank spoke to the woman now milking his huge cock with another woman's cum.

"Why don't you get down on your knees and suck me clean, Jennifer?" Frank said softly.

Without taking her eyes off of his, or letting go of his cock, Jennifer knelt, moved her open mouth and bee stung lips to Frank's crotch, and took the head of his cock in her mouth.

"Mmmm," she said, noisily sucking, using both hands on the shaft she couldn't fit in her mouth.

She sucked hard, twisting her head and hands, bringing Frank back to his magically enabled hardness. Her mouth stretched, cheeks sunk in and her eyes bulged as she tried to take him deeper.

"Ulk, ulk, ulk," she said as she choked herself on him, trying to pleasure his impossibly long, thick cock with her sweet mouth.

Frank pulled his cock out of her mouth and she breathed deeply.

"Lay down on my desk, on your back," Frank told her. "You did a good job cleaning Abby's cum off. Now it's time for you to get some of my cum in your pussy."

Jennifer stood quickly, her big chest heaving, she moved to the desk. She lay down on it, legs spread, her hairy pussy and big breasts on display. Frank took hold of Jennifer's ankles and bent her legs as he positioned his cock at her pussy. Jennifer reached down with both hands to guide Frank into her pussy , then she put her hands on the back of his neck as he began to sink into her.

Frank looked down on Jennifer's gorgeous legs framed around her huge breasts, her beautiful face looking wide eyed at him.

"Breath deeply," Frank coached her. "I want you to last," he said, as he fed the rest of his cock into her, pushing against her pubic bone.

"Ahhh!" Jennifer cried out, pulling down on Frank's neck.

Frank put Jennifer's legs over his shoulders, freeing his hands to squeeze her big, round breasts. He took each hard nipple between his fingers and squeezed, pushing down into her again.

"Mmmmm...nnahhh!" Jennifer grunted and cried.

Frank pulled out, now pulling out completely letting Jennifer's pussy convulses and squirt, then going right back into her.

"Ahhh... oh fuck...it's so intense..." Jennifer cried out into Frank's ear.

"It's ok," Frank said, continuing to pump into her, smashing her against the walls of pleasure, her consciousness tenuous.

He twisted her nipples again, making Jennifer arch her back and feel Frank's cock even more.

"You don't need to hold on, if you can't. I'll keep using your pussy until I'm satisfied," he grunted.

Jennifer's eyes opened even wider when he said he would keep using her pussy.

Jennifer's legs flexed on Frank's shoulders, trying to lift her body off, from under him. He chuckled, grabbed her hips tighter and pumped deeper, stretching her with his width and using her pussy walls to massage his cock urgently. The cum and sweat matted her blonde pubic hair..

Frank pulled all the way out again and Jennifer grunted and squirted, Frank shoving back in before Jennifer could even find relief. He enjoyed the effect he had on Jennifer, her eyes were rolling up in her head, her hands going from digging into Frank's shoulders to limp.

He pulled out of her again, giving her a moment to breath and come down. She looked into his eyes with tenderness, ecstasy and exhaustion.

"Fuck me with your tits and suck my head while you do. Make me cum in your mouth," Frank told her.

She nodded, getting up from laying down. Frank lay down and she straddled his legs, putting his hot, hard, wet cock between her big round breasts. She held them together with her forearms, looked up to his face and smiled, then looked down as his cock came out the top of her huge, massed together breasts. Her mouth sucked him up, and she began to work on every inch of him.

"Ugh...ugh...oh yeah...I'm going to-" Frank said, his muscles tensed, he raised up, but Jennifer kept her body where it was and didn't stop working his cock for a moment.

She took him as deeply as she could, little more than the head, and she began to swallow as he spurt his seed into her mouth. When he stopped spurting she relaxed her suction, let her breasts fall naturally, and Frank rose off of her.

Sighing and laughing, Jennifer wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, making sure she had swallowed every drop.

Looking over at the clock, she said "I think we have a few minutes to freshen up before everyone else usually gets in."

Frank looked over at the clock and was astonished to see it was 8:45am. Wow. If this was what working with these ladies was going to be like, good thing he wasn't a normal man anymore!