Connor looked down in shock as he absently stroked his newly-huge cock. "Is this...?"
"Foot long, Master, yes. And looking very delicious, if I may say so." Meliya licked her full lips and winked at him.
Connor, however, was still struggling with the implications of the pillar of flesh that currently stuck out the front of his jeans. "You're... a genie?"
Meliya nodded, grinning at the look of confusion on his face. "Yes, master. I am a genie, and you are my master." She glanced pointedly at his huge cock. "My very hung master."
"So... anything I wish for...?"
"Well, there are some small restrictions, such as you needing to remain in possession of the ring, but other than that..." She stretched slowly, making sure to accentuate the thrusting curves of her breasts, and sighed breathily. "Anything you desire, master." She ran her tongue lewdly over her upper lip, and reached up to grope one huge tit in her slender hand. "Anything," she said, with emphasis.
Connor looked down at the ring he held. "I'd better take care of this then..."
By this point Meliya was becoming a little frustrated. She decided to give it one last try. She stepped forward until her bulging tits were lightly brushing against Connor's chest and leaned in to purr sensously in his ear. "Isn't there anything else you'd like to... take care of, Master?" |