Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master

Grace put on her most seductive look, arching her back to make her chest stick out even further than it did naturally, "Any ideas how you'd like to take advantage of poor little me?" She whispered in the sexiest voice imaginable.

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Stephen felt himself harder almost immediately. Before all the blood in his body deserted his brain, he had one good idea he was dying to test out.

"Actually, I do. Follow me?"

She looked confused for a moment, but then got up off the bed and followed him as he led them out of his room.

"Ah, want to take me out in the living room? Or perhaps, bent over the counter? Maybe you'd like me to re-appear in a maid outfit and tease your cock with my feather duster?" Grace was hopping along excitedly at the possibilities.

"You've given me several good ideas for later, but not what I have in mind right now," he said, laughing along the way. He led her in the direction of bathroom right off the living room hallway. Taking a step inside, he turned on the lights, revealing the walk-in shower.

"Any guesses now?" He chuckled.

Grace leapt into his arms, pressing a devastatingly powerful kiss that was enough to make him weak in the knees. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, searching eagerly for his own, and letting out a sexy moan when she found it.

"I have one question?" She asked, breathily, after she pulled back from their kiss.

"Hmm?" Stephen asked.

She shot him a coy look, "Will you wash my back?"

"I'll wash every part of you," he answered, hungrily.

"I certainly hope so," she remarked, while taking of her tank top, and tossing it on the ground. "I feel like I need it with all the dirty fantasies I've been having about you." In one graceful motion, she pulled her panties down her legs, and playfully sling-shotted them against his chest.

"Wow," Stephen said, the only words he could get out of his mouth, as a very naked Grace stood in front of him.

"Are you just going to stare at me?" She giggled.

"I could stare at you for the rest of my life," he whispered.

"Why limit it to staring? When there's so much better things we could be doing?"