Servant of Desire (The Battered Lamp 2)(Harem Genie erotica) by Reed James Page B

grown up together, and Faiza had raised him since his parents died. He desperately wanted to make love to his girlfriend, but he wanted Christy to be willing, not because his genie-wife had made it happen. Other women popped into his head: Ms. Franklin, his biology professor from last quarter with her fiery-red hair and low-cut blouses; or Toni from his math class, a gorgeous cheerleader with a petite body and dark-red hair; and the very lovely Carla Taylor from his gym class that always looked amazing in her tight sweatpants. There were dozens of girls at his college he had jerked off to before; he could have them all.
    No. It's wrong. They should have a choice. Not forced to please me because of a wish. Right? Aaliyah's hand stroked harder, rubbing his cock's head, and it became harder and harder to remember that as the blood roared in his veins.
    Megan seemed to enjoy herself last night, his lust whispered. What was the harm? He almost relented, imagining Ms. Capelo, his busty English professor, wrapping her luscious tits around his cock.
    “I want you,” he moaned, pushing down his dark desires. “On top!”
    He always wanted a woman to ride him, but he always hoped it would be Christy mounting him. Aaliyah beamed, gracefully moving into position. Her full breasts heaved as she straddled him, her hands guiding his wood to her shaved pussy. She felt amazing, like wet, warm silk as she rubbed his tip against her nether lips, then she found the entrance to her sheath and sank down on him, engulfing him in nirvana—slick, tight nirvana.
    “Oh, my love!” she sighed. “Thank you for choosing me!”
    “You're welcome.” What else could he say? “Ride me!”
    “Yes, yes!” she gasped.
    Her breasts were beautiful as they rose and fell and jiggled and swayed. The mattress squeaked and Aaliyah squealed. He reached up, squeezing those lush orbs, perky and pliant and soft. Her nipples were hard; she gasped when he pinched them, her cunt constricting on his cock.
    “Your cock is stirring me up!” she purred.
    There was a sudden knock at his door. “Hurry up and finish, Kyle!” Faiza called. “You have to get ready for school! It's more important than fu...being with your wife!”
    It was surreal how Faiza, the woman how had taken him in when his parents had died, and Fatima accepted Aaliyah and their relationship thanks to his wish. “Yes, ma'am,” Aaliyah answered. “I'll see that he's ready.”
    “I knew I could count on you, dear.”
    Aaliyah laughed then picked up her rhythm. She looked down, her dark eyes full of lust. “Cum in me, my love! Let my pussy bring you to satisfaction!”
    Kyle's balls were boiling; her pussy wet, warm, wonderful silk. His body tensed and his passion erupted into her. She shuddered, gasping, her pussy massaging the cum out of his balls. Then she slumped over him and he couldn't help kissing her.
    She really is wonderful.
    “I love you, Kyle,” she murmured.
    “I... I love you, too.” The guilt returned. He loved Christy, right? He missed her, and he badly wanted to see his girlfriend, and yet a part of him wanted to stay with Aaliyah. His thoughts were too confused, and Aaliyah's lithe body atop him only fueled his turmoil.
    “I could stay like this all day, my husband,” she sighed, nuzzling his neck.
    “Yeah,” he answered. “But I got to take a shower and all.”
    “Of course,” she beamed, then stood up and held out her hand. “Shall we.”
    “Shall we what?” he asked in confusion.
    “Shower. Since you have no concubines, I'll attend you.”
    He took her soft hand and she helped him up. He grabbed a robe, and she genied one for herself out of thin air, and they walked to the small bathroom. It was an old house, and there was only one bathroom, a small, cramped affair with a shower-tub combo, a toilet, and a porcelain sink on a stand underneath a medicine cabinet.
    “How delightful,” Aaliyah purred when she stepped into the spray, her dusky body shiny with