Frank was surprised and satisfied at the end of his first day at his new job. It hadn't been non-stop crazy sex though. He had actually helped out with all sorts of problems with the assistance of Aima. He felt great sharing the joy his genie was bringing him. He was also looking forward to relaxing and having fun with Aima and his wife...
He went down the elevator and out of the building, walking to where he had been dropped off in the morning. Aima walked toward him as if she hadn't been with him the whole day. It was a fun act.
"Hello Master," Aima projected into his mind said.
"Hello Aima," Frank thought back to her.
"I've been eager to be your plaything again, Master," Aima said.
Frank gulped. He knew Aima was a genie, not a person, and she had enslaved herself to him by swallowing his cum, but he still felt hesitant to speak so boldly to her, to say just what he wanted to without worry.
"Oh Master," Aima said, pulling up close next to him, the sides of her breasts pressing against Frank's arm as they walked. "Won't you call me pet names so I know how much you care for me? Like, call me your little pussy, or your slut?"
Frank's eyes bulged, his thoughts going to what Aima was saying in public, on the sidewalk of a crowded city.
"Oh, you're so silly, my big cocked master," Aima said, swatting at Frank's arm. "You forget - no one can see or hear me unless we want them to. Look, I'll change my outfit."
She stopped walking, slipped her arm out of Frank's and waved them in front of herself. A cloud of mist formed around her, then dissipated, showing Aima wearing a white cowboy hat, nothing above the waist other than a tiny, sequined vest that her big breasts were spilling out of. And below the vest, she wore crotchless, dark pantyhose, and thigh-high white sequined boots. A light breeze made the hair on her pussy flow and her nipples harden. Frank looked like he would die of shock.
"Do you like it, Master? I feel so sexy walking around in public dressed like this!"
Frank tried to sync what he knew - that Aima was a genie, that she couldn't be seen by others, and what he naturally thought, that everyone could see her.
"Aima! Oh, I love your outfit," a woman called out and came towards them.
"What the...I thought no one could see you?" Frank said in a panic.
"Normally true," Aima thought to Frank. "But she's a genie, too."
Frank was startled and paused a minute, looking between Aima, naked in public and now actually visible to someone and expressing no shame and another genie. He had never thought he'd meet one genie in his lifetime, let alone two.
"Wow. What a coincidence bumping into her here," Frank muttered. "Why don't we get into our car and we can all talk?" He gestured to the car that had dropped them in the morning, which had returned for them and was waiting at the curb.
"If it's going to be 3 of us it should be a little bigger," Aima said, and the car became a limousine.
The driver opened the door for them, and they each bent to get in, AIma first, displaying her big, round, bare ass. If the driver noticed, he did a pretty fantastic job of pretending he didn't.
When they were all seated, Aima and Frank on one side, the other genie on the other, Frank was about to finally introduce himself when the new genie spoke up.
"How did you do that?" she asked Aima, her eyes wide.
Frank frowned. "Aren't you a genie?" he asked.
"She is surprised to see me do magic without it being wished," Aima told Frank. "Frank freed me, Caspara."
Caspara, that was apparently her name, unlike when Frank has first met Aima, Caspara was dressed pretty conventionally. She wore a black pantsuit with a red shirt underneath. Regardless of her modest dress, she was clearly beautiful. Curvy, with a big bust and hips and a big, round butt, wavy, shiny black hair, bright eyes, brown skin and a gorgeous face. Frank wasn't paying too much to that at the moment, though.
Frank got the vibe from Aima that Caspara knew he had freed Aima. Maybe she didn't understand the circumstances, but it seemed like she might be downplaying what she knew.
"Yes, of course," Caspara said. "We all heard about that. But I didn't know exactly what that meant. There were all sorts of stories."
"Frank used a wish to give me my freedom," Aima explained. "I'm linked to him by the armband, of course. I need that to survive, to be nourished. But he gave me what freedom he could."
"Wow, Caspara said, a look of amazement on her face.
"I chose to enslave myself to him, as a way of expressing my devotion to him, giving him my life and my powers," Aima said.
"You did?" Caspara said. "Wow. You must really trust him," she said, smiling at Frank. "How did you do that?" she asked Aima.
"I trust him absolutely," Aima said, reaching a hand over to squeeze Franks arm.
"She gave him her life and powers?" Frank hadn't understood the exact nature of what she had done. That sounded like it meant he could directly do magic if he wanted to for some reason. Sounded like playing with fire, though.
"I did it by vowing and then swallowing his cum," Aima said matter of factly. Frank's cock jumped from the way she shared this sexy fact so casually.
"That is so beautiful," Caspara said. "She's a very lucky woman to be allowed to swallow your cum, Frank." Franks cock was now hard to the point of discomfort.
"Thank you," Frank choked out. "I feel...the same."
Aima broke the awkward eye contact between Frank and Caspara. "So what brings you to us, Caspara?"
"Oh, yes," Caspara said, smoothing our her pants and breaking her focus from Frank. "My current master made a wish I would like some help with."
"Oh?" Aima said, looking surprised. "My powers are more limited than yours now."
"Oh, not you exactly, Aima," Caspara said.
Aima and Frank both looked surprised. Frank paid closer attention now.
"What's that?" Frank asked.
"My master made a well-articulated wish that she would be the highly desirable and pleasurable sex slave of a handsome, kind and worthy master," Caspara said. "There aren't very many masters of sex slaves who are handsome, kind and worthy."
"Oh wow," Frank said, understanding what Caspara was saying. He thought for a moment. He had a lot of questions. How would this work? Would he want this? What would happen to this woman if he were not the one?
"Ask your questions," Aima thought you him. "Don't feel obligated to say yes. We could make this work, if you want. And to remind you- I would not be insulted if your harem grew bigger than just me. I don't get jealous."
His harem? Whew. Ok. Questions.
"I don't even know what she looks like or is like? How do I know I'd want her?" Frank asked.
"Her wish was that she would be highly desirable and pleasurable for you. She would be," Caspara said.
Ah yes, magic. He was still getting the hang of that.
"Ok. That makes sense. Still trying to understand magic. Sorry about that," he said.
Caspara looked startled. Frank was confused by her reaction.
"Even more shocking than me performing magic without a wish," Aima said aloud to Frank, "is you treating Caspara respectfully and apologizing to her."
"Goodness," Frank said. "I don't think people appreciate how tough you genies have it."
"Well, how bad I had it," Aima said, squeezing Franks arm. "You had more questions about this slave," she reminded Frank.
"Oh, yes," he said. "Ok, how would I explain this to my wife?"
"We could have her appear as a dog to everyone but you," Aima suggested.
Frank immediately saw a problem with this.
"When my wife walked in while I was fucking your, she thought I was masturbating. I don't want her seeing me fucking a dog!"
Aima and Caspara nodded. Good point.
"We could just make her like me," Aima said. "Visible only when you want her to be."
"That sounds good," Frank said. "I'd still want to meet her and decide before I am stuck with her for life."
"Oh, of course," Caspara said. She smiled, feeling like this was basically solved.
"There's something else, isn't there, Caspara? Aima asked.
"Yes," she said quietly, looking down.
"What is it?" Frank asked. He could sense that Aima already knew what was coming.
"This is not her last wish," Caspara said.
"Ok..." Frank said. There was something he was missing. This magic thing was always a little complicated.
"Since she would be voluntarily becoming your slave, Frank," Aima explained, "any remaining wishes would be yours."
"What would I want to wish for?" Frank asked. "I'm already healthy and I have a job and wilder sexy than I can imagine. Anyway, you know how I feel about this genie magic thing. I freed you so you wouldn't be eternally bound to granting wishes for people." As Frank finished his words he understood what Caspara was asking for. A look of realization made that clear, too.
"I don't know how to even ask this of you," Caspara said softly, lowering her head, kneeling in supplication. "But if you would grant me this amazing gift of freedom, I would happily be your slave and give you my powers, my life and my devotion."
Frank was quiet, trying to process everything that was going on.
"This would be very generous of you, Frank," Aima thought to him. "You'd be freeing another enslaved soul, making your once in history act a second time."
"You want me to have another sex genie slave? Someone else to pleasure me? Enslaved to me? That would be something generous to give her?" Frank thought back.
"Are you ever mean or cruel to me?" Aima asked frank through their thoughts.
"Well, I hope not," Frank thought. "Though I worry I'm taking advantage of you."
"I don't think you understand how wonderful you are to me, Frank. "I willingly enslaved myself to you as my best way to express my devotion...my love for you. I know you could do that for Caspara and her master, too."
Frank sighed, closing his eyes, so moved by Aima. And all his thoughts had been why he shouldn't indulge himself. Now he understood what his pleasure and power meant for those under his power, who submitted to him for his pleasure.
"Yes," Frank said quietly, looking down at Caspara's bowed head. "I will accept you."
"You will give Frank your life, your freedom and powers, as you pledged, Caspara," Aima said. "Your devotion, to be clear, is your obedience and love. These will grow naturally, as Frank is a wonderful master, but your pledge will magically seal your devotion to him, as well."
"Yes, thank you," Caspara said between sobs of gratitude, not looking up.
"I am the first slut of your master's harem," Aima said, Frank surprised by what she called herself, about his harem, and how powerful she made him feel. It also made him feel happy that Aima would not be minimized by there being more two more in their harem. And he relived him that he wouldn't have to handle telling them all what to do. "You will address me as Mistress and obey me, subject only to your master."
"Yes, of course, Aim- Mistress," Caspara said.
"All of this is contingent on Frank accepting your Master," Aima said. "But to show your pledge to be the slave of this good master, and to be under me, kiss your mistresses pussy, and make your master cum and swallow his cum."
Wow, Frank thought. She didn't waste time!
Caspara lifted her head, smiling, nodding her head. Aima smiled at her friend, whose freedom she had secured, and she spread her legs, her dampening pussy already bare, outlined by her crotchless pantyhose and thigh-high white sequined boots.
Caspara scooted forward, our her hands-on Aima's waist and lowered her head and starting lapping and sucking at her mistresses pussy.
Aima smiled, leaned back, enjoying the feeling of Caspara's enthusiastic mouth. She waved her hand in Caspara's direction and Caspara's clothes disappeared and in their place Caspara wore a similar but opposite outfit to Aima's - a tiny black vest, white crotchless pantyhose and black thigh high sequined boots. Frank's eyes bulged at the sight of Caspara, her head buried in Aima's crotch, noisily sucking and licking, her big breasts pressed against Aima's thighs, her slim waist and now bare big, round, brown ass, and her sweet asshole and curly black haired covered pussy.
Moaning, red-faced and smiling, Aima waved her hand at Frank. His clothes disappeared, too. In it's place he got a cowboy outfit, too. A dark cowboy hat, a dark leather vest and leather chaps, the pants like garment cowboys wore over their jeans to protect their legs - but with no pants. Frank's long, fat cock stood erect, open to view, precum oozing from its excited tip.
"Your master, Caspara," Aima said, lifting her head so she could see the man she was giving herself to. Caspara's eyes bulged as she saw her new master exposed. No Master ever knew just what to wish for to make himself truly attractive. Caspara could see Aima's amazing hand in using her magic on Frank.
Caspara moves on her knees between Frank's legs, looking up to Frank and Aima's faces to make sure she was doing what they wanted.
Frank wrapped his right arm around Aima, pulling him close. His left hand went to the back of Caspara's head. "Open your mouth, my little pussy," Frank said. "Your master wants to be pleasured."
Aima sighed, pulling in close to Frank and watching as Caspara lowered her open, wet mouth around the head of Frank's big, hard cock. Aima turned toward Frank, pressing her big breasts against them, their lips connecting. They breathed heavily, Aima running her thighs together, her nipples on her plump breasts hard, her freshly eaten pussy glistening.
Caspara bobbed up and down, gradually taking more and more of Frank down her throat, her saliva pouring out, around his cock, wetting his balls. Her tongue spun around his swollen cock, her throat massaging him as she sucked him, now her hands palming his big, saliva-coated balls. She groaned, loving the feel of Frank's fat cock and the taste of his precum and his cock.
"Do you know how to lick a man's ass?" Frank asked Caspara.
"Hmm mmm," Caspara grunted that she could. Frank gently lifted her head, his cock noisily popping from her mouth. His cock shone, her lips were swollen and red and wet.
Frank got up, crouched over since they were inside of a limo and the ceiling wasn't that high. Aima looked like she had just gotten a puppy on her birthday. "Come here, my wet pussied slave," Frank said. "I want my cock in your mouth while Caspara puts her tongue up my ass."
"Yes, master," she whispered, sucking his fat cock into her mouth. Caspara put her hands on the cheeks of Frank's ass, spread them, and buried her nose and mouth between them. Frank felt her tongue flick his asshole, then push harder as Caspara moved her hands to hold Frank's hips.
Frank felt incredible stimulation, like electricity and fire flowing out to his whole body out from his crotch and ass. Aima sucked him deep and hard, bobbing fast, her hands twirling around his long cock. Caspara tongued his ass, flicking, rimming, plunging into his ass. The sensations were mind-blowing. Frank looked at his genies, his slaves, and saw they had managed to somehow intertwine their legs between his while they worked him with their mouths, grinding their pussies against each other.
"Oh, fuck..." Frank said. "You two need to switch. You're going to make me cum."
You'd think switching positions in a threesome in a limo would be tricky. But thanks to magic it somehow just happened. Caspara took Frank down deep in her throat, Aima's tongue flicked fast and hard against Frank's asshole. Aima and Caspara brought their hands together and looped their fingers together.
Frank groaned, tensed up even more, and the cum erupted from his cock, swallowed hungrily down Caspara's throat.
The genies moved back.
"Once you accept Caspara's master as your slave the deal is done. Your cum has sealed Caspara's fate," Aima thought to Frank.
"Let's go see your master, Caspara. I have an idea how this should go. Aima? Could you set up what I have in mind?" Frank asked. Aima and Caspara smiled up at him from their knees. Aima nodded.
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It was hot, sunny and dry. Frank walked through a market that felt like the ancient Middle East. Caspara and Aima were at either side of him, heads lowered, wearing veils. The rest of their clothes were like those Frank had first seen Aima wear - flowy, very thin and revealing. Frank wore an embroidered vest opened, and baggy pants not unlike the ones Aima and Caspara wore.
They walked up to a stage, where a man was auctioning off slaves. As they came up a woman was brought out, looking like she was playing the part of someone terrified by what was happening, but she looked to be enjoying it all inside.
"That's her," Caspara said. Frank could have figured that out. "That's Wendy."
Wendy has beautiful, wavy dark brown hair, dark eye and distinctive eyebrows. She bit at her full lips. She wore a hideous, filthy outfit that looked like it was made from canvas sacks, though even that outfit couldn't hide her voluptuous figure. It fell off her shoulder and cleavage was revealed as she shook in mock fear.
The auctioneer put her arms in loops of rope that pulled back and he then ripped the clothes off of her. She had nothing on now, and she tried vainly to cover herself. The crowd oohed and clapped. Her face reddened, this time very believably.
She was gorgeous. Big, firm breasts, wide hips and thick, smooth thighs that tried to cover her curly-haired pussy.
Frank strode up and walked up on the stage to inspect Wendy. He held a car of nine tails in his hand and began inspecting Wendy with it, lifting her breast, drawing it down her side, touching her exposed sex with it.
"Does the gentleman wish to bid on this fine slave?" the auctioneer asked eagerly.
Wendy couldn't see Caspara through the veil and didn't know what was going on. She had gone from making her wish to this point, all that had happened between Frank and Caspara somehow happening instantly, from the point of view of Wendy's timeline.
"If she is suitable I will pay your price," Frank said. "I will need to inspect her."
The auctioneer waved out servants with equipment who put Wendy's head and hands into a wooden stock that was a few feet off the ground. They put a padded bench against her stomach and fixed her feet in place on the stage with a spreader bar bolted to the stage. Wendy was bent over with legs spread, the rough handling, exhibition and humiliation making her blush continually and making her pussy soaked wet. She hoped Frank wouldn't notice how turned on she was, but knew he would.
Frank watched all that was going on, then signalled to Aima and Caspara who disrobed him quickly, in view of the auctioneer, the crowd and Wendy. His magnificent body and massive, hanging cock made the crowd applaud and Wendy's eyes bulge. His cock hardened and pointed out, lengthening and thickening right in front of Wendy, who couldn't stop staring.
Frank strode to behind Wendy, standing with a perfect view of Wendy's exposed ass and pussy. Wendy tensed here big ass cheeks, trying to cover herself, serving only to further show off Wendy's asshole and her soaked, enflamed sex. The smell of her excitement filled Frank's nostrils. He leaned down and noisily inhaled her smell, humiliating and enticing Wendy.
Frank our hands on Wendy's ass cheeks and started walking his big cock up against her quivering bush. Wendy squirmed now, desperately trying to take his cock into her, here in public, in front of all these cheering people.
"Sire," the auctioneer said, moving back to where Frank stood and looking down at his massive excited cock about to go into Wendy. "If you take her with your giant member she'll be spoiled for anyone else and I won't be able to sell her."
"Just so," Frank said, moving around to rub Wendy's dripping slit and hole and clit with his hard cock. Wendy was squirming to get him into her now, and could no longer hold back in grunting and moaning.
"Wendy," Frank said. "Will you accept my cock in you and be my slave, to serve my pleasure, or do you want your freedom and dignity restored.
Wendy understood in an instant what was going on now. She looked up and saw Caspara lift her veil and wink at her from the front of the crowd.
"Please be my master and let me be your fuck slave, master," Wendy said. The crowd cheered again, frank sunk the full length of his cock in Wendy and she came hard right away.
Frank slammed away, the sound of his fat cock sucked in Wendy's tight, soaked pussy with the sound of his crotch and legs slamming against Wendy's ass, legs and swollen pussy ringing through the air. Frank grunted, Wendy screamed, tears flowing from her eyes as her cum was slammed out of her and it ended down her shaking thighs. Frank held on tight to her ass cheeks, spreading them to see her clenching assholeand her inner pussy lips pulled out as he thick cock pulled out and then slammed back in.
Caspara handed the auctioneer some coins - it looked like a couple of quarters and dimes, which he pocketed. He walked back over alongside Wendy while her moans and screams filled the air, her tits shook beneath her, and Frank slammed into her. The auctioneer put a black leather collar with a loop on it around Wendy's neck, attached a chain to it, and left the chain hanging over the stock that Wendy was still stuck in.
Wendy howled, her legs and ass convulsing. She tried to stand on her toes. Frank fucked her, seemingly oblivious to her mind-bending orgasm, grunting, and then Wendy felt his cock swell to be even thicker. Her screams stopped as her eyes bulged at the sensation, and Frank came hard, blasting the inside of her with his cum. He held tight to her ass, feeling each spasm and eruption, seeing her sweaty body shake.
Frank pulled his softening cock from Wendy, the tight fit and copious cum making a sucking sound. "Slaves!" He called, and Aima and Caspara ran up, dropped to their knees and sucked his cock clean and dressed him. Then they undid Wendy's stock and leg restraints. She stretched, not even caring that her well-fucked body was on view to everyone. They dressed her in see-through cloth that hung over her big breasts and her wet, hairy pussy almost like a bikini, which didn't obscure anythjng. They handed the end of the chain that connected to the collar around her neck to Frank, and they walked off the stage together.
"Come along little pussy," Frank said, gently patting her bare ass in front of the crowd. "You did well."
Wendy walked shamelessly through the crowd, a highly desirable and pleasurable slave to a kind and handsome master, knowing she'd experience more pleasure and attention than she had in all her 93 years. It was amazing what a well-worded wish would do to you.
Another armband flew into Frank's other wrist Caspara gasped and sighed at the sensation of her swift freedom from millennia of servitude to a new type of slavery.
Going from the unintentional master of a freed genie to the owner of a magical harem of sex slaves was changing Frank, and be felt it. There was a sense of power and insatiable desire, but also an obligation to care for these women whose lives were in his hands.
"Let's get home," Frank said. "All this fucking has me hungry, and it's fried chicken for dinner today."
In a blink, Frank and his harem, invisible to all but him, emerged from the limo in front of his house. They went inside.
"Hi honey," Jeanine called out to him as she came over, still wearing an apron. "Did you have a good day?"
Aima, Caspara and Wendy, all wearing see-through bikini-like outfits and chained neck collars held by Frank looked to his face to see his reaction. "Yes, it was very nice," he said smiling. They all smiled too, now looking at each other, excited that their master was pleased with them.
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The characters: Frank, whose journey started when he found a genie
Aima & Caspara, freed genie sex slaves belong to Frank. They can wish what they'd like, Frank can control their magic and they can communicate through thoughts with Frank
Wendy, a human woman who wished to be the desired sex slave of a good master
Jeanine, Frank's wife
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"Keep your gaze down and don't address your master's wife," Aima instructed Wendy.
Frank's brow furrowed and an eyebrow raised as they headed into his house.
"Wendy doesn't know she can't be seen," Aima said to Frank through their thoughts.
Frank smiles and nodded.
"Come along, my pussies," Frank thought to Aima, Caspara and Wendy. He was experimenting with how easy or hard it was to speak through his thoughts to all or only some of them at a time. Frank reached his hands down and patted Wendy and Caspara's asses as he said this.
Frank tried something else, and wished away his harems clothes, now feeling bare ass in his hands. Wendy and Caspara's eyes widened. Frank squeezes like he was kneading dough.
They headed into the kitchen and stopped where Jeanine was taking food, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and corn, and putting them on plates.
"Bend over and hold onto the kitchen island," Frank thought to Wendy and Caspara. "Good. Now spread those legs." The women bent at the waist, sticking out their big round asses, and quickly complying and spreading their legs until they touched each other's legs. Frank's hands slid down between their legs and started playing with their wet pussies, flicking his fingers side to side, making a wet, flapping noise.
"Something smells delicious," Frank said aloud to Jeanine as the smell in the room turned into a combination of fried chicken and hot, wet pussy.
"Oh thank you, honey," Jeanine said, as Wendy and Caspara gasped and their knees buckled. Jeanine leaned over and kissed Frank, lightly at first, then more deeply as she felt pulled in to him. It was actually Aima pulling him in, as he banged away with both hands, three fingers into two pussies.
Frank pulled his hands out and walked over to the dinner table with Jeanine. Caspara and Wendy shuddering as they recovered from being used so roughly.
"I want Master's cock so badly," Frank heard in Capara's thoughts. She didn't mean to send this to him, but now as his slave, utterly and completely, nothing was hidden from him.
Frank sat before his food, smiling at Jeanine across from him. He silently wished his clothes off, with Jeanine to still see him clothed and wished for a padded bench to be under the table lengthwise starting at his crotch.
"Caspara," Frank thought to his new genie slave, "work my cock with your pussy while I eat. Lie here on this bench. On your back, on your stomach, however you'd like it."
Frank bit into his chicken, closing his eyes, shaking his head and groaning in satisfaction to Jeanine's delight as Caspara lay on the bench, rested her legs against Frank's chest, and scooted her ass up, burrying Franks big cock in her.
Had Jeanine been able to see what was really happening, she would have seen her husband eating chicken while he buried his long, thick cock in a curvy, dark Persian woman's hair pussy while she had her thick, shapely legs against his chest or sometimes over his shoulders. Caspara rode Frank, moving her body with her legs on Frank's shoulders, getting a forearm sized cock opening her up, forcing grunts and gasps from her, the sounds of Caspara's ass slapping against Frank's thighs, the sounds of her wet pussy making sounds like boots walking through a muddy swamp.
Caspara sobbed, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands holding onto the bench till her knuckles were white, as she relentlessly pounded Frank's cock into herself. She babbled incoherently and screamed, sweat pouring off of her, her big tits shaking, her legs trembling. Finally she held on tight and squirted, every muscle in her body tensed, her ass raised up off the bench, her eyes bulging as she screamed silently.
Frank pulled his still hard, super stimulated cock out of Caspara, her cum and his precum dripping off. He stood, Jeanine still seeing him clothed.
"Let me get you more," Frank said, taking Jeanine's plate. We went over and got her more food, still naked, cum dripping from him. "Let's put some white gravy on that for you," Frank said, his body from the waist down obscured from Jeanine's view by the kitchen island.
"Milk me onto her food," Frank told Aima. She took a hold of his hot, hard, throbbing cock. Caspara's cum lubricated him and dripped onto Jeannine's food. Aima leaned over and licked and sucked Frank's cock to bring him to orgasm. She could feel it building in him and she pulled it out of her mouth and squeezed it hard as Frank came hard on Jeanine's mashed potatoes and fried chicken.
Frank served the dish to Jeanine and sat and watched her as she tasted it. Aima sucked frank clean when he sat back down.
"Oh Frank," Jeanine said, scooping up every drop of Frank's considerable load of cum with her food. "This is just a delicious addition. Thank you."
Frank smiles at Jeanine, as Aima sucked him deep down, her eyes looking up at him. "I'm glad you enjoy it. I think you'll enjoy what else I put in your mouth tonight," he said calmly, wiping his mouth. Jeanine's eyes bulged at the obscene innuendo, her heart jumping in her chest. Without even realizing it she nodded and licked her lips.
When Jeanine was done eating her mashed potatoes and her husbands cum she started gathering dishes to wash.
"Leave all that," Frank said. "I'll take care of that." He put his hand on her lower back and led her to the bedroom. Jeanine's heart fluttered. She hadn't felt like this, desired and wanting, for a long time.
Frank wished the kitchen cleaned better than it had ever been, wanting to do that now, in case he forgot it later.
Their bedroom was clean and welcoming. Jeanine turned to look at Frank, smiling.
Frank embraced Jeanine, kissing her, their breathing audible now. Frank started to undo Jeanine's clothes, pausing to slide his hands under her shirt, across her back. He undid her pants but left them on her, so close to exposing her, turning her on more.
Frank sat Jeanine on the bed, helping Jeanine off with her shirt, then her pants. She smiled awkwardly, folding her arms in front of her, feeling self conscious about her aging, sagging body.
Frank stepped back, dimmed the lights and started undressing in front of Jeanine, knowing how desirable he was to her. She watched his shirt come off, admiring his muscular chest and arms. He looked in her eyes and unbuckled his pants. She gulped as he unzipped, then pulled the pants down. She could see his long, thick cock in his underwear, laying flat to the right.
Frank moves back up to Jeanine, closer now, so her face was against his mid section, his underwear covered dick against her breasts. She gasped, and kissed his abs as he undid her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders.
"Lay down," Frank told her, and she did, her bare chest rising and falling at her excitement and the thought of Frank seeing how wet she was for him.
Frank slid his hands up Jeanine's thick thighs, took hold of her panties, and pulled them down, the bouquet of Jeanine's hairy, soaked pussy flooding into Frank's face. He inhaled noisily, drinking her in. Jeanine felt so sexy and wanted.
Roll over onto your stomach," Frank told Jeanine. "I want to massage you."
Jeanine did as he asked.
"I want every ache and cramp, every tired out and sick and hurt part of her healed as I massage her," Frank told his slave genies. "I want her to burn with desire for me and be able to satisfy me like you, my little pussies."
Jeanine smelled incense and candles and heard soothing music. Where had Frank gotten all of that? She saw him wearing just his boxer briefs, his big member visible, and a tool belt with massage oil in it. He warmed oil in his hands and started with her feet, massaging them firmly and expertly. Jeanine could feel the amazing, curative sensations all the way up her legs to her dripping, hot pussy. She groaned into the pillow under her face, laughing. Frank looked up her body, up her thick legs, her wide, round ass, her back and breasts seen from her sides, and up to her head.
His hands moved up her calves, oiling her up, working the years of tension and pain and wear away magically. She had never felt better. But she couldn't wait for him to take her. This attention was driving her wild.
Frank grunted as his strong hands squeezed Jeanine's thick thighs, Jeanine moaning and writhing under him.
"Here, lift your hips," Frank said, and he slipped a cylindrical pillow under Jeanine. She had never seen this before. It was a couple of feet thick and made her bent over, her ass sticking out. She spread her legs immodestly, thinking this was the moment Frank would fill her with his cock.
Frank applied oil generously and worked it into Jeanine's ass, squeezing it, holding her down as she squirmed to push her ass out more. His hands went between her ass cheeks, oiling up her ass crack and her rosebud, rubbing firmly. Jeanine moaned at the rough and intimate treatment, at the feelings of healing and desire. She was loving this manhandling, and wished he'd fuck her. If her trembling and pushing her ass up to him didn't clue him into this, her sopping wet pussy, making the room smell of her desperation, certainly did.
Frank worked Jeannine's upper inner thighs, brushing against her soaked, hairy pussy. He did one side at a time, using his other hand against the small of her back to keep her in place, to keep her from riding his hand. She was like an animal in heat, grunting, burning with desire, desperate to be taken.
Frank moved up to firmly rub Jeanine's lower back, driving her crazy from the great feeling and denying her the pussy massage she had been hoping to get.
"Let me move this," Frank said and pulled the cylindrical pillow out from under Jeanines crotch. Her frustration and growing desire made her groan as Frank pulled the now wet pillow out, and Jeanine's pussy pushed down against the bed.
"Up on your elbows for a minute," Frank said, and he slipped the pillow above her breasts and under arms, the smell of her soaked pussy now in her face. Her breasts now hung, not pressed against the bad any longer.
Frank went back to massaging Jeanine's back, moving up, going to her sides, grazing her breasts, then under her to cup and squeeze and oil up her big tits. Her body tingled and magically formed under his touch, her nipples stimulated and hardened, oiled and pinched. Her breasts firmed up, stretch marks disappearing. Her huge breasts would be able to stand without support now, her nipples always prominent through her clothes. Frank was making her into a fantasy fuck toy, a porn star with a desperate need for him.
Frank moved around to be in front of Jeanine's now raised head, his hard cock poking his underwear out, his precum moistening the cloth.
"I'll do your neck now," Frank said. He pulled his underwear down, letting his cock bob free. He squeezed some oil onto both hands and rubbed them hard on his cock and balls, inhaling deeply and groaning as he did. Jeanine's eyes bulged at how bold and sexy her husband was. "You'll love the taste of this oil," he said. "And I know you love the taste of my cum."
Jeanine's heart beat so hard she thought it would pop out of her chest.
"Open your mouth," Frank told her, as he stepped closer toward her, holding his cock in his hand. She looked at him, and obeyed. He slide his dick into her mouth and he groaned, putting his hands on her neck and shoulders and massaging hard.
Jeanine groaned appreciatively, noisily sucking, working her tongue. She sucked hard, her cheeks sucking in, the feel of Franks thick member on her lips and tongue. She breathed hard through her nose, exhaling against his cock.
"I knew you'd like the taste of that," Frank said, as his wife ground her pussy into the bed and sucked his big cock. He started to pump his hips, fucking her face, reveling in the sensation of her sucked in cheeks, her tongue, her throat.
Frank looked up and saw his three slaves aroused like crazy, seeing their master possess and love his wife.
"Help her sense my needs and suppress her gag reflex so she can handle me in her throat," Frank communicated to the genies.
Frank's hands held Jeanine's neck and her chin, controlling her as he fucked her mouth and throat, his balls swinging and hitting her chin. He started groaning, his cock swelling, and the cum burst from him, shooting down Jeanine's throat. He pulled out enough that she would get some in her mouth, too, and she hungrily swallowed it up, sucking him more, trying to get more of that cum in her mouth.
Done, Frank let go of her chin and neck and pulled his cock out of her mouth. Jeanine breathed heavily, covered in sweat and her own spit, looking up into Frank's face, smiling.
Aima and Casandra continued to hover their hands over Jeanine's body, fixing and curing it and filling her with an almost painful desperation for her husband.
Jeanine sighed. Frank hadn't even gone into her pussy and she still felt satisfied, as if her throat was another erogenous zone. She smiled, closing her eyes and trying to relax as Frank slipped the pillow from under her arms. It was even wetter than before, now wet from her saliva and the oil as well as her cum.
"Lift your hips again," Frank said. She obeyed, presenting her fat ass and soaked pussy and feeling crazy at how exposed she was. Maybe she wasn't ready to just settle down for the night!
Frank slipped the pillow under her again. He knelt down on the floor at the foot of the bed, scooting Jeanine's bent over body down so her knees were on the edge, and he looked up to her spread, exposed, stimulated and oiled ass and pussy. He brought his face up, licking her soaked hole, sucking in her lips and nibbling on them, twisting his head around to suck her clit. He licked up and down her slit, then teased her, kissing up her inner thighs and around her pussy. He kissed up from her pussy to her ass, slipping two fingers into her pussy and finger fucking her as he licked her asshole.
Frank came around to Jeanine's face, lifted it up and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own pussy and ass on him. He pulled the pillow out from under her, then slid himself under her so their crotches were in line with each other's mouths.
Wendy supported Frank's head as he lifted it to eat his wife's pussy, sucking her clit and sucking and sliding along her slit. Inspired by the taste of her own sweet ass, Jeanine held Frank's giant cock, somehow, impossibly, hard again, and she licked his balls, all around them, at their base and between them, back around until she saw Frank's asshole, and she tasted it with her tongue. She held Frank's cock firmly and stroked as she rimmed him, then reached her hand under herself to get wetness from her pussy to use for the handjob she was giving her husband.
Frank slid out from under Jeanine, standing now behind her, and he guided his lubed cock into her gaping, well eaten pussy. With one foot on the bed and the other on the floor, Frank held Jeanine's waist and was able to go deep into her. She arched her back to get every bit of length, the sensations exploding through her body. How she wasn't exhausted she had no idea.
Frank plowed into Jeanine, her pussy electrified, her fat ass slapping against Frank's crotch. He grunted, holding back as long as he could.
"Wendy," Frank thought. I want you between Jeanine's legs, mouth open.
Wendy obeyed, getting between Frank and Jeanine as he pulled his cock out of her, opening her mouth wide. Frank wrapped his one hand around his cock, jerking it hard, the other hand under Wendy's open mouth that was between the shaking thighs and under the hot pussy of Frank's wife. Frank grunted and came hard, squirting into Wendy's mouth and onto Jeanine's ass and pussy. He groaned and sighed and slide his cock into Wendy's mouth. She sighed and sucked and swallowed. Jeanine sighed deeply, exhausted and lowered her crotch onto the bed, narrowly missing Wendy's head.
Frank bent down to whisper in Jeanine's ear. "You are an amazing fuck, Jeanine. That was fantastic." She laughed and sighed sleepily at the sensation, the somehow welcomed obscenity, the knowledge she was naked and fucked completely, exposed on this bed.
"I'm going to get you some water, rinse off and take care of the kitchen," Frank said. Jeanine was already unconscious. Frank walked to the kitchen naked, stinking of sex and sweat, his well used cock hanging and swaying between his legs.
In the kitchen Frank's harem, his sex slaves, were smiling, hopping and clapping, their big tits bouncing.
"That was wonderful, master," Aima said. "You're such a good husband."
Frank smiled, pulled Aima to him with a hand on her bare back and kissed her. Her body pressed against his big, limp dick. He released her, did the same to Caspara and then to Wendy. Wendy has a glint in her eyes as Frank held her.
"Did you like swallowing my load?" Frank asked her. She smiled and nodded.
Frank got the water for Jeanine and headed back to put it by her side. Jeanine looked to be deep in a restful sleep.
"I have an idea," Frank said, smiling. "We're going to make a dream based on an old TV show for Jeanine to watch. We'll all be characters. I'll control what happens through your magic, and you'll do and say what the story I come up with says to do. And I'm going to make you not know the characters aren't your true selves!"
Aima and Caspara looked alarmed and both raised hands, wanting to talk him out of this.
"Master, maybe we-" they both said and were cut off as they were all swept into the story in Frank's mind.
The scene: a three bedroom apartment in 1970s California. Aima and Caspara, two 1970s California beauties are talking.
"We don't really have a choice, Caspara. To be able to afford this rent, we need a roommate, to replace the one who moved out. And the only person who has called about our add is a man. So even if he's a sex maniac, we need him," Aima said.
"If he's a sex maniac I really need him!" Caspara said, her breasts shaking as she emphatically expressed her horniness. Aima shook her head in resignation, and laughter filled the room as if from a prerecorded track. Aima and Caspara had learned to ignore that.
"I don't understand where the horny men are, Caspara complained. "I'm hot, dress sexy and would practically throw myself at a man, given the opportunity."
"I know it!" Aima said. Laugh track. "I feel the same way. I don't know what's going on, but on that subject, if we want this roommate we need to figure out how to make Mr. Roper agree to let us. You know how he hates sex. He won't even fuck his own wife, Wendy. And she's hot!" Laugh track.
"Maybe we could say the roommate is gay," Caspara suggested. Aima furrowed her brow, looking like she was thinking hard about that, when their doorbell rang. Caspara ran to the door and opened it. Frank, dressed in 1970s clothes and carrying a suitcase stood there.
"Ooh, can we keep him?" Caspara asked, turning to Aima. Laugh track.
Aima made her cute annoyed face, went to the door and introduced herself, welcoming Frank in and taking his suitcase.
"Hi ladies," Frank said. "Wow, this place looks great," he said, mainly eyeing Aima and Caspara. "I'm sold! Where can I put my stuff?"
"I'll show him where to put his stuff," Caspara said, her nipples poking out of her tight t-shirt, her breathing getting heavy. Laugh track.
"Slow down, Miss Love Boat," Aima said. "Aside from paying your rent, we just have one rule you have to follow so our landlord will let you stay here," she said to Frank.
Frank shifted his hungry eyes from Caspara to pay attention to Aima.
"You have to be gay," Aima said.
"I'll do a lot for a nice place to live," Frank said. "But that's not one of them. Well...it's really hard to find an apartment. Is he at least cute?" Laugh track.
Aima shook her head and looked like she was struggling to effectively express herself. "No, I mean you have to seem gay to him. Otherwise he will think you're fucking us all the time."
"Perish the thought," Frank muttered. Laugh track.
The door bell rang again. The three looked panicked at each other for a second, and then the door opened. It was their landlord, Mr. Roper, who didn't bother waiting for doors to be opened for him, with his wife Wendy behind him.
"Hello Mr. Roper!" Aima and Caspara sang together.
"Hello girls," Mr. Roper said, not a hint of interest in these sexy, friendly girls. Wendy, his wife, came in and Frank could see her big tits pushed up and half exposed under a tight, gold top that was like a leotard, tiny tight shorts hugging her shapely thighs and round ass, big hair and heals. Wendy's eyes widened as she looked over Frank, the look on her like she was shopping for a hunk of meat and she was hungry.
"And you must be Frank," Mr. Roper said, approaching Frank, looking suspicious, oblivious of the looks between Frank and his sexually frustrated wife.
Frank took Mr. Roper's hand extended for a handshake like he was offering his hand to be kissed. Mr. Roper looked horrified.
"Are you a hugger, Mr. Roper? I am and I'd love to give you a big hug," Frank said. Caspara and Aima looked amazed. Wendy looked like she could barely contain laughter.
"I guess the girls weren't kidding about you," Mr. Roper said. He looked over at them and Aima was shaking her head vigorously. She elbowed Caspara and she caught on and shook her head, too.
"It's true, Mr. Roper," Caspara said. "I practically threw myself at him and he didn't even seem interested." Aima shot a look at Caspara. It wasn't clear if this was helping or not, or if Caspara even understood that Frank was putting on an act. Laugh track.
"Well, it's ok for now," Mr. Roper said. "I'll figure it out later. I have to go to my bowling night now."
"If only he had half as much interested in his balls and where to stick his fingers at home," Wendy muttered. Laugh track. "I'll talk to him some more and make sure everything is ok, Stanley," Wendy said to Mr. Roper, making eye contact with Frank and smiling.
"Great. Ok," Mr. Roper said, leaving already, anxious to be away from all these horny women.
Aima shows Frank, and awkwardly, Wendy, to Franks room. Wendy closes the door behind her, making Frank turned to look alarmed at this woman on the prowl.
"So...what did you want to ask me about?" Frank asked cautiously as he opened up his suitcase to unpack. The case was filled with camera equipment and clothes.
"Are you a photographer, Frank?" Wendy asked.
"Yes," Frank said. "Mostly portraits at Sears right now, but I'm working at expanding my portfolio and skills."
"Oh, I've often fantasized about being a model," Wendy said.
"Oh, that's great. Maybe I could take some shots of you so you have some to show and I have more in my portfolio."
"That's a great idea," Wendy said, standing and pulling her shirt off, her big tits with hard nipples bouncing into view.
"Whoa!" Frank said, worried he was going to get into a sticky situation with his landlord or roommates that would make him lose his housing. "Wha...what are you doing, Mrs. Roper?"
"Wendy." She corrected him as she undid her pants.
"Wendy," Frank said.
"I always wanted to be a model in nudie magazines like Cum Swallowers or Piece of Ass. Remember? We just had that conversation." She said as she slipped off her shorts. She had no panties on and Frank saw her trimmed, hairy pussy between her tick thighs and wide hips.
Wendy got on Franks bed, laid on her back and held her ankles, spreading open her hot, wet, hairy pussy.
"Well?" She asked.
Frank stood drooling. "Huh?" He asked.
"Are you going to use your camera? If I didn't know better I'd think you were straight and admiring my pussy," Wendy said.
"Oh," Frank said, snapping out of it and grabbing a camera. He photographed Wendy's shapely legs, her big tits and hot, open pussy.
"Tell me what to do. This is making me really hot," Wendy said in a husky voice.
"Plant your feet on the bed and lift your ass up. Now slide a hand down and play with your pussy," Frank directed, getting caught up in the excitement. Wendy did as she was told, a wet, sloppy sound coming from between her legs as she masturbated on command, her eyes squeezed shut, she gasped.
"Now roll over. On your knees. Offer me your ass," Frank pushed his luck, enjoying the control over this horny housewife. Wendy bent over, pushing her big ass at him, using one hand to spread her ass cheeks and show off her asshole, the other hand playing with her pussy more.
"You're looking kind of worked up," Wendy choked out as she drove herself crazy. "Do you actually like pussy, or is it my ass? Do you like ass?"
"Oh, it's purely professional," Frank said.
Wendy roles over and sat on the bed, looking at Frank. "Come here," she said. As Frank cautiously inched closer she grabbed his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles, letting his big, hard cock pop free.
"Oooh, my," Wendy said.
"I..." Frank stammered, confident his hard cock will give away that he's not gay.
"I need to take a picture of you," Wendy said, picking up the Polaroid camera Frank had. "Stanley will know you're gay."
"What?" Frank asked.
"Only gay men are in shape like you and have such big, long, thick cocks. At least that's what Stanley tells me," she said.
"Oh..." Frank says. Before he knows it she's completely undressed him and has him laying on the bed.
"I need to make sure Stanley can really see how gay you are," Wendy explains, sitting her naked body next to Frank.
"Uh, ok," Frank says, trying to catch on to what's going on.
"That cock has got to be as big and hard as possible," she says, getting on her knees to inspect his cock closely. Frank could see her bent over form, her big round ass and her big breasts hanging. Now her hair was flowing down, tickling Franks cock and balls and crotch.
"Here," Wendy says, bunching up her hair like a pony tail, without moving from staring inches from Frank's cock. "Hold my hair for me."
"Ok," Frank says, taking hold of her hair as she sunk down, taking Franks cock in her mouth. She sucked with all her might, grunting, her tongue swirling around, her saliva pouring down into Frank's crotch. She jerked his spit lubricated cock and said "need to make this as long and fat as possible."
Wendy sucked and jerked, sucking incredibly hard, groaning and choking herself. Her bent over ass faced the door.
Aima quietly opened the door, a finger raised, looking like she was in mid sentence. She froze, her eyes bulging at the site of her landlords wife's big ass and swollen wet pussy, and seeing her landlords wife noisily sucking Frank's clearly massive cock.
"Oh...you're going to make me cum," Frank groaned.
"No wait," Wendy said, popping off his dick, grabbing the Polaroid and snapping a shot of his big, engorged dick.
"Ok, good," she said putting the camera down on the bed as the photo of Frank's big cock began to become visible. "Now give me that cum," she said and dove down to sink his cock in her mouth and throat, her groans and the sounds of her sucking and jerking filling the room. Aima's eyes were wide and her jaw hanging open. She looked at Frank, and raised her hands and shoulders in question.
Frank held onto Wendy's hair like the saddle horn of a wild horse. He grunted at the amazing sensation, looked at Aima and shrugged, then right away convulsed and grunted, his cum blasting into Wendy's mouth. Frank's face twisted with the extreme sensation of ecstasy. Wendy noisily swallowed and sucked and groaned in appreciation, hungrily swallowing up his copious cum.
Aima quietly slipped back out, closing the door.
"What's going on in there?" Caspara asked.
"Um..." Aima began, clearly thinking on her feet, "they're...negotiating." Laugh track.
Back in the room Wendy straightened herself out as if posing nude for him and sucking his giant cock to orgasm was as common place as collecting the rent. She pulled her clothes back on and fluffed up her hair.
"Thanks for coming in my mouth and not wrecking my hair," she said.
"Sure," Frank said, a little shell shocked. "My...pleasure." Laugh track.
"Stanley doesn't think I'm sexy," Wendy said, a propos if nothing. "But I guess I'm sexy enough to make a gay man want a woman."
She looked very proud of herself. Frank was super confused. Did she think he was actually gay?
"I've never been with a guy with such a big cock," she said.
"Really?" Frank said. "You sucked cock like a pro-" he stopped short, realizing he had just called his landlords wife a prostitute.
"Oh, I wish Stanley said such sweet things to me," Wendy said. Laugh track. "I wonder if I could take that monster in my pussy?" She asked.
"If you could you might cure me once and for all," Frank said joking. Might as well play the part if it meant more fun with this wild woman.
"I accept the challenge," she said. "Stanley will be home and asleep by 9:30 tonight. I'll sneak in."
She slipped out without another word, leaving the door to Frank's door open, him standing there nude, his big, limp cock hanging and a confused expression on his face. She waved to Aima and Caspara and slipped out the front door.
"Wow," Caspara said, looking at naked Frank, who clearly just had some sort of sex.. "When you negotiate, you really negotiate!" Laugh track.
Frank snapped out of it and grabbed his SLR camera and held it in front of his crotch so he wan't exposing himself.
"Nice lens," Aima said. Laugh track.
"What were you two doing?" Caspara asked.
"When Wendy...uh, Mrs. Roper said if a guy has a big dick and a nice body Mr. Roper will think he's gay. So she sucked my cock until it was at its biggest and took a Polaroid."
Aima and Caspara stood with confused expressions on their faces.
"When I walked in I saw the Polaroid shot and she had you down her throat and you came," Aima said accusingly.
"You saw him cum...and a Polaroid of his cock?" Caspara asked in a clearly audible whisper.
"Yes. But I thought it was a picture of that new building downtown or something," Aima answered. Caspara frowned. Laugh track.
"She knew she had excited me and she wanted to cure me of being gay," Frank said.
"Did it work?" Caspara asked.
"What?" Frank said.
"Hey, can I see that camera for a minute?" Aima asked.
"Sure," Frank said, handing her the only thing that had covered his naked body before. Aima immediately started looking through the digital photos on it, despite this being the 70s and there being no digital cameras.
Frank realized what he had done and made comical gestures trying to cover himself. Caspara was transfixed.
"If you need any help in not being gay, I'm here to help," Caspara said to the awkwardly twisting Frank. This comment only served to make his cock grow and make hiding it more difficult.
Laugh track.
Aima was engrossed in the photos she was looking at and wandered from the room.
"I can see why Mrs. Roper thought you're gay," Casandra said. "You have a really big cock."
"Oh, uh thank you," Frank said.
"That's pretty impressive that Mrs. Roper was able to stick that in her mouth," Caspara said. "I don't know if I could fit something like that in my mouth!"
"Oh, I'm sure you could," Frank began, awkwardly, realizing what he was saying and wishing he hadn't said that as Caspara took it as an invitation, dropped to her knees and started sucking Frank off.
"Oh!" Frank said, as Caspara gripped his hips tightly and shoved Frank's cock as deep down her throat as she could.
"Wow," Caspara said, popping Frank's cock from her mouth and wiping her mouth on the back of her arm. "That is one big cock! Was she able to fit you in her pussy?"
"Oh...uh, no, I mean not yet. She wants to come by and cure me more of being gay by having me fuck her," Frank said.
"I'd love to help, too!" Caspara said, pulling off her shirt and letting her big, braless breasts bounce, their hard brown nipples pointing out. Frank was blocked from the door by Caspara, and his pants were down and his cock was hard, so he didn't see how to get away.
"Uh, you don't need to-" Frank started as Caspara shed her shorts, revealing a hairy, wet trimmed pussy. No panties. Frank stared and stammered.
Caspara pushed him back onto the bed and jumped on top of him. "Ok big boy," Caspara said, rubbing his huge, hard cock against her wet slit. "Let's fuck the gay out of you!" And she sunk down on his cock, the bulbous head squeezing then popping into her.
"Aieeeee!" Caspara sang out, twisting her hips, enjoying the tight fit and trying to get more in her.
"What's the matter?!?" Aima said, bursting into the room. She had heard the screaming and came running. She was naked, holding the camera with the photos of Wendy on it in one hand and had a big, cum coated vibrator in her other hand. Her pussy was wet and throbbing. She faced Frank's legs and Caspara's ass, who was straddling Frank and trying to work his cock into her.
"Hey...Aima," Caspara gasped over her shoulder, bobbing on the tip of Frank's cock. "I'm trying...to fuck the gay out of our roommie...oh fuck."
Frank's hands slid up Caspara's thighs and held her ass and hips. He reached up to suck on a hard, brown nipple. Caspara's tight, wet pussy still only had a fraction of Frank's cock in her.
Aima looked amazed at the sight before her.
"Oh, you have that massager you showed me in the shower," Caspara said. "Want to see if you could use it to get more of Frank's in me?"
Aima fell to her knees between Caspara and Frank's legs. Her hands slid up Frank's legs, over his knees, to Caspara's ass, between her legs to cup Frank's balls and move up to stroke Frank's exposed cock and Caspara's stuffed pussy.
"Come around to this side," Caspara said. "You can get at my pussy easier."
Aima went around to where Frank was laying, looking wide eyed and anxiously at him.
"Come up on the bed," he told her.
She did. He moved a hand to stroke her outer thigh and she relaxed to his touch.
"Open your legs," he said softly.
She did, and be guided her with his hands to put a leg over his head, he put his hands softly on the top of her ass, and seated her on his face. She gasped, arching her back as his tongue and lips worked her already excited pussy.
Aima reached over to Caspara, squeezing one of her big breasts and then squeezing her nipple hard.
"Oh fuck," Caspara moaned from the rough treatment.
"Get that cock up in that tigh pussy now, slut," Aima told her. She nodded and pushed down, forcing more up in her, all while Aima alternated massaging her breasts and twisting her nipples.
Aima slid the vibrator along Caspara's pussy lips, against her clit, now turning it on and massaging hard, loosening up Caspara's fuck hole and stimulating her.
"Oh yes," Aima cried out, pushing her sloppy wet pussy hard against Frank's face, sticking out her big chest and big round ass as his mouth and tongue worked an orgasm from her. She held the vibrator hard against Caspara's clit, like a jack hammer, Caspara's eyes rolling up in her head, her sweaty big breasts trembling as she came, sinking down onto Frank's big cock.
Finally Caspara slammed down and got all of Frank's cock in her. Her eyes bulged, her mouth opened in a silent scream and her thick, sweaty thighs trembled. She sprang up off of Frank and her pussy nearly exploded in a wet squirting of cum. She lay down on the bed, writhing, her hands between her legs, trying to hold her throbbing pussy.
Aima came off of Frank's face, bent over and shoved her head between Caspara's soaked, trembling thighs, eating cum and tongue fucking the well used pussy. Caspara's efforts to keep Aima away from her sensitive pussy were futile. Her pleasure would continue, whether she wanted it or not.
Frank got up, got behind Aima and sank his cock into her. Caspara's cum lubed his huge cock and fascilitated the entry. Aima's head popped up for a minute, with an expression of extreme surprise on her face, before she went back to eating pussy. Her hands reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks.
Frank slammed away at Aima, loving her big, round, brown ass, the sounds of her gasps and moans, and the smell of her wet sex. Frank picked up the abandoned vibrator, turned it on and poked at Aima's exposed asshole with it. Aima growled and moaned and writhed as Frank worked past the tight ring. Once Frank got the toy in her tight ass he held it tight, vibrating away, as he stretched her pussy to its limits with his magically wished fat cock.
Finally Aima lifted her head up from Caspara's crotch fast, gritting her teeth, her muscles tight. Her ass and pussy squeezed the vibrator and cock with all their might and she orgasmed hard. "Ahh!! Ahhh!! Yes, fuck me hard!! Ah fuck!!"
Frank went deep, held tight and throbbed inside Aima, his cock milking out his cum. He slipped the vibrator from her ass, and slowly withdrew his still throbbing cock.
"Here," he said to Caspara who watched with interest. "Suck the rest of my cum out of me, then eat it out of her." Caspara complied immediately, enjoying the last spurts if his cum.
"Mmm," Caspara said, loving the taste of Frank's cum. "Do you think you're cured of your gayness now?"
Aima laughed. "I think he needs ongoing treatment, Caspara. Now eat the rest of his cum out of me."
Back in the real world, Jeanine moved and awoke. "Oh Frank," she said. "I had the wildest dream. And you were in it."
Aima, Caspara and Wendy all looked amazed.
"Master!" Caspara said. "I had no idea you were so good at magic! Thank you for that!"
"You fucked me in the ass!" Aima said, smiling and rubbing her backside.
"While I fucked your pussy," Frank said, smiling. He pulled her close and kissed her.
"Thank you so much," Aima said. "I've never experienced anything like that before."
"Hey!" Wendy said, indignantly. "I was supposed to get to "fuck the gay" out of you tonight! You stopped it too early!"
"To be continued, Wendy," Frank said, pulling her close to him. "To be continued."
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The setting: Frank is able to use the powers of the genies he owns. He pulls them all into an erotic version of Threes Company where his harem play parts beyond their control or knowledge that this is a story, and it's all a dream Jeanine is having.
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Wendy looked over and saw Jeanine drifting back to sleep. She looked elated, and silently, so as not to wake her, waved her hands so everyone would pay attention to her. She pointed repeatedly at Jeanine as she drifted back off to sleep, a smile on her face. Frank smiled at his horny harem slave, closed his eyes and nodded, keeping up with his sitcom theme thing. They all were back in the apartment now.
Frank was laying on his new bed naked, his limp cock laying against his thigh, his apartment mates one on each side, asleep, naked, pushed up against him. As he relaxed he heard a knock, and his eyes bulged and his head lifted up. "Wendy!" he said. He jumped up and panicked, seeing his clearly fucked apartment mates on his bed. That definitely didn't seem gay. He was supposed to seem gay, at least in some weird fashion, to her. He picked up Aima and carried her to her room and laid her in her bed. Aima squirmed into a comfortable position and muttered "I told you I did like the vibrator in my ass...." Laugh track as Frank looked startled at the fantasies playing out in Aima's head.
The knocking came again, a little more loudly, and Frank ran back to pick up Caspara and carry her to her room. He laid the curvy beauty on her bed. Seeing her, thinking of Aima's mutterings gave Frank an erection again. "Not you again," he said, looking down at his hard on, "you're going to get me in trouble!" Laugh track.
"I'm not going to get you in any trouble, Frank," Wendy said in a very loud whisper probably everyone could hear. "Remember I told you I was going to come back and see if I could fit that huge cock of yours in my pussy and see if we could fuck the gay out of you!"
Frank froze with a comedic expression of shock on his face. Realizing he was naked and hard he looked anxiously around for anything to cover himself up with. Desperately he grabbed a tiny, see thru fur lined white robe and put it on. It was so ridiculously small on him it didn't even reach his waist, never mind cover up the huge boner he had. But he was so anxious to get Wendy inside before she broadcast to his new neighborhood that she was there to fuck him, he didn't even notice. He ran to the door, opened it quick, pulled Wendy inside and closed the door.
"Oh my," Wendy said, looking at Frank, rock hard and massive in a sexy lady's lingerie robe. "You really do need help to get the gay out of you," she said, reaching out to take his big cock in her hand.
"Uh," Frank said, looking down at Wendy's hand on his cock, looking up to see her smiling, her hair big and teased out, lots of makeup on, wearing what looked like a very thin, tight white sleeveless mini dress with white stockings and garters and high heels. "You...you're stroking me, and you look like a hooker," Frank stumbled, staring at her hard nipples. He realized what he said as it came out of his mouth, looked startled and bit his bottom lip.
Wendy's chest heaved, her hard nipples practically slicing through the thin white cloth of her outfit and her rapidly sliding hand gripping Frank's cock got tighter and faster. "Oh my goodness, if I weren't soaked already from thinking about your big cock those sweet words would have slicked me right up," she said, smiling demurely.
Frank was terrified that his apartment mates would wake to see this bizarre scene in their common area and they wouldn't want him living there any more.
"Hurry, let's get in my bedroom," Frank said, scooting Wendy along.
"You don't have to ask me twice!" Wendy said.
Once in the bedroom with the door closed behind them Wendy wasted no time, grabbed the bottom of her mini dress and pulled it up and off her body with such rapidity it looked like a magic trick. Her big hair and big tits shook as it came off, her curvy, sexy body revealed. She wore heels, white stockings and garters and nothing more. Whether to avoid panty lines or be ready for action all she had worn to cover her dripping pussy was this thin, stretched out, somewhat see-thru white thing. The stockings on her thick legs framed her trimmed but hairy pussy, glistening in it's wetness. Her big breasts were firm and capped with hard nipples poking out. She smiled and threw the mini dress at Frank, who had been trying to get himself out of the weird robe he noticed he was wearing. The dress wrapped around his head, and between the two pieces of clothing he was masked and tied up, struggling to free himself. Meanwhile, Wendy bent at the waist, wiggling her big, round ass at Frank, who didn't even know she was there, he was still wrestling with the clothes around his head. That is until he felt her hand again grab his cock, this time from between her legs, and he soon felt it lined up and rubbing against Wendy's sopping wet pussy. Frank hurriedly pulled the mini dress and robe off himself to see what was going on, just as Wendy slammed back against him, forcing his back against the wall, and his cock deep into her.
"Oh fuck yes!" Wendy called out, holding onto the bed in front of her. She had managed to get Frank all the way in her, down to the root, feeling his balls swing up against her hairy, wet pussy from the impact. Her cries of ecstasy were only beginning. She banged against Frank hard and fast, slamming his cock into her. The smell of her soaked pussy filled the room. The sound of his fat cock tightly filing her pussy and making a squelching sound as it was pulled nearly all the way out was barely audible over her moans and cries. Frank's eyes bulged at the crazy women humping him like crazy. He grabbed at her big ass, trying to hold and control her, but to no avail.
"Oh yes, it's so fucking big!" she screamed, her fat thighs trembling, her big tits swinging under her. "Give me all that long, fat gay cock!" she called out.
Frank didn't want his apartment mates, or the whole neighborhood, for that matter, made alert of what he was doing to Mrs. Roper. He reached forward to cover her mouth. Feeling him bend into their fucking drove Wendy on harder. Frank's hand covering her mouth excited her more, feeling like some sort of rough sex bondage thing. Her mouth opened and she tongued and sucked Frank's hand, moaning and screaming obscenities through it.
Frank pulled his hand away, looking around for something to gag Wendy with to quiet her down. Wendy's deliciously round ass bounced hard against his crotch driving him deep into her. Frank saw the sash of the ridiculous robe he somehow had been wearing, he grabbed it and, holding an end in each hand, he threw the middle so it would land in front of Wendy. He held both ends in one hand, and with the other forced the middle into Wendy's mouth, like a gag. He pulled, like it was a rein on a horse. This made Wendy even more turned on than before and she grunted and moaned through the sash. Frank used his free hand and slapped the rapidly moving ass ahead of him to try to get her attention, to quiet her down. Again, this added fuel to the fire. She loved being restrained and smacked on the ass by this well hung stud, even if he was gay. Wendy was convulsing, grunting, moaning, sweating, writhing and cumming.
"Wendy? Is that you?" Frank heard Mr. Roper call out from outside the apartment.
"Mr. Roper! Mr. Roper!" Frank grunted at Wendy, trying to get her to listen and hear him.
Wendy had been tiring. Flinging her ass against Frank was hard work, jamming that huge cock in her, cumming innumerable times. But hearing Frank fantasizing about her husband drove her on. She had to make him cum and make him straight. She bent her head back, as Frank pulled on the sash and beat at her ass. Her back arched beautifully, her huge tits coming into view. She reached behind her, spreading her big, round ass cheeks apart, showing Frank her asshole, banging back into him with everything she had.
"Oh...fuck!" Frank said, blowing his load hard into her hairy pussy, staring at her throbbing butt hole between the shimmering, sweat covered ass cheeks she had spread for him.
Wendy swooned, loving the feel of her legs spread wide, her ass hard against Frank, feeling his long, thick cock spasm and shoot its cum deep into her. She had found her charitable service, her calling - making this man straight. He'd clearly need to have that big cock sucked and fucked a lot, but he needed to stop fantasizing about her husband. Her marriage depended on her satisfying the prodigious hunger of this well hung young man. Her work done, she fell face forward onto the bed, falling asleep, her big ass high up in the air. Frank slowly pulled his softening cock from her hot, wet, well fucked pussy, the squelching sound concluded with a soft pop as he pulled out of her, his thick cum starting to dribble out of her.
"Wendy, are you in here with those crazy girls and that....Wendy?" Mr. Roper called through the keyhole. Frank looked around desperately for something to cover himself up with, and again, as ridiculous as it seems, he pulled the tiny see thru fur lined white robe on, though now without a sash. He ran to the door and cracked it open a bit to try to send Mr. Roper on his way.
"Hi, Mr. Roper," Frank said. "I heard you calling, did you need something?"
"Yeah," Mr. Roper said and pushed the door open, walking in, oblivious to the pressure he felt on the other side of the door. "I woke up and couldn't find Mrs. Roper, so I was - " he stopped short as he noticed Frank basically naked, a big, slimy cock, the smell of sex heavy on him, wearing a little woman's lingerie robe.
"Wow, you are gay," Mr. Roper said, looking him over critically. "So have you seen my Wendy?" he asked.
"Uh...Wendy...well..." Frank said, stumbling for some sort of reasonable reply. "Why...why don't you have a seat here," Frank said, pushing Mr. Roper into a chair. "Read some TV Guide," he pushed the magazine into his hands, "and I'll see if I can find her somewhere around here."
Mr. Roper looked at Frank like he was crazy, but decided to sit there and look at the TV Guide for a minute anyway.
Frank burst into Aima's room, turning on the light. "I need your help," Frank said. Aima looked startled to see the somewhat aroused Frank, smelling of sex and wearing Caspara's lingerie.
"Uh...well let me freshen up a bit first," she said. Laugh track.
"What? No, come here," Frank said, dragging Aima from her room to his. Her shock was amplified as she looked into her living room as she was dragged naked from her room to Franks.
"Was that...Mr. Roper sitting in our living room reading Life Magazine?"
"TV Guide," Frank said.
"What?" Aima asked, perplexed.
"He's reading TV Guide. But yeah, that's him. He's looking for her," he said, pointing right at the bare and exposed ass hole of Mrs. Roper, still asleep in her ass up position on Frank's bed.
"What the...Is that Mrs. Roper?" Aima asked, stunned, squirming to look at her big butt as if she could recognize her from that.
"Yes. She came by to stop me from being gay," Frank told her.
"I can see how that went," she said, tugging on Caspara's lingerie that Frank still wore. Laugh track.
"We need to get her cleaned up, dressed and out there," Frank said desperately. "Mr. Roper came her looking for her!"
Aima looked at Mrs. Roper again, and saw Frank's copious ejaculation oozing out of her. Her eyes bulged.
"OK, I'll take care of her. You keep Mr. Roper out there," Aima said, not taking her eye off of the cum drooling out of Wendy's well fucked pussy.
Frank headed out, closing the door behind him. Aima wasted little time, dropping to her knees behind Wendy, gently holding an ass cheek in each hand, and lapping at her pussy, licking up all the cum.
"Oh Stanley," Wendy mumbled loudly into the pillow. Aima jumped to her feet in a panic, picking up a blanket and holding it in front of her to cover her nakedness.
"Wendy, is that you?" Mr. Roper asked as he opened the door. He stopped short, stared at the bare ass up in the air and as Frank came into the room after him he said, "I know what was going on here."
"Oh crap," Aima muttered quietly. This couldn't possibly work out well, Aima thought.
"Wendy told me she read that her nymphomania could be cured by lengthy, deep, full body massages. When she met you," Stanley Roper said, gesturing at Frank, still naked but for the little lingerie robe, "She thought you'd be perfect to help her - since you're gay and I wouldn't have to worry about any funny business."
Frank smiled and nodded, elbowing Aima, who started doing the same.
"Look at her," Stanley said. "She looks content and she's not pestering me for sex. What a relief. Listen," he said to Frank, "I'll knock $20 off your rent for every time you do this to my wife. Do it every day and you and the girls won't have to pay any rent."
"That's a lock of knocking," Aima said quietly. Frank elbowed her. Laugh track.
"That's very flattering, Mr. Roper," Frank said. Aima looked incredulously at him. Why did this sound like he was going to refuse to live there rent free in exchange for fucking the landlord's wife? "But I don't know-"
"He doesn't know if that'll be enough," Aima interjected. "He'll need lotions and oils and a massage table...and...a better outfit than this to do massages in," she said, gesturing at Caspara's little robe.
"Sure, sure, whatever," the notoriously cheap Mr. Roper said. "Whatever it is you're doing to her, it's keeping her off of me, so it's worth it."
"Hey! That's my robe!" a revived and naked Caspara said accusingly and obliviously at Frank. She stood there, her bare big tits and nicely groomed hairy pussy in plain sight.
"You might want to give this one some massages, too," Mr. Roper said.
"Oooh, I could do with a massage!" Caspara said. Despite himself, Frank started getting hard at the thought of giving Caspara the same type of deep massage he had given Mrs. Roper. Noticing the growing cock that might get them in seriously trouble with Mr. Roper, Aima moved herself in front of Frank. Frank's eyes bulged as he cock grew right up between the plump ass cheeks of Aima. Her eyes bulged as well as she felt the intrusion she felt she couldn't jump away from.
"Why don't we help Mrs. Roper up and let the Ropers go home?" Aima suggested.
"Oh no," Mr. Roper said, starting to leave. "Let her rest. If we get her up she might go after me. Not to be indelicate, but I could see from the way she's sleeping there that she's really wet. She must be having some dreams, and that would likely mean she'd try to climb on me. I'll come by in the morning to collect her."
"Uh...ok," Aima said. "Frank, you can stay in my room tonight." Mr. Roper spun on them in surprise. "And I'll stay with you, Caspara." He calmed.
"Oh! Does that mean no massage for me?" Caspara asked. Aima reached behind her and grabbed the massive erection poking at her butt, holding the blanket in front of her with one hand.
"Oh, I think you can still get that massage."
Frank and the girls all were suddenly back in reality, out of the sitcom dream.
"I never imagined what it would be like to not be magical and not have any idea what was coming up!" Aima said.
"Oh, you did fuck me!" Wendy said lovingly, tugging at Frank's arm. Frank smiled back at her.
"Well, someone got cheated out of a massage, I think," Caspara said, sounding insulted.
"I think someone can still get that deep, hard massage," Frank said. "I'm glad you all enjoyed that. I think I'm starting to really appreciate the power you've shared with me. I have all sorts of interesting things in mind."