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Guillermo shook his head, leaning down on his arm and watching with heated blush as Nandor inspected his new junk.
"It's only about 20% larger than before," The Djinn said flattly over his glasses, looking for some reason at Guillermo.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't give everyone else a micro penis." Guillermo sighed, itching at the back of his neck.
"Tell Marwa to meet me in the bedroom!" Nandor cried giddily, racing up the stairs, ignoring the fact that neither Djinn or Guillermo had made a move to stand up.
"Do you think that counts as a wish?" The Djinn leaned in conspiratorially. Guillermo laughed.
"You'd know better than me," The bodygaurd said absently, pulling out his phone and scrolling through his notifications.
"Really?" The Djinn grinned smugly, "I'd have guesed you know quite a lot about wishing,"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Guillermo furrowed his brow, looking up over his phone.
"It's my job to know desires when I see them," Djinn challenged, "especially those to do with penises. It's about 90% of my work."
"Right. Okay. You're saying that I want to have sex with Nandor?" Guillermo sharply countered, standing up from the table with an inscrutable look on his face. The Djinn grinned deviously. "Well, I'll have you know that I'm not...interested...in that sort of thing with Nandor. I'm his friend." Guillermo said with a forced finality, turning to leave.
"I didn't mention Nandor, did I?"
Guillermo froze, turning back around, eyes locked with the ancient spirit, whose gaze was ravenous. Was it hot in here or-? The Djinn stepped closer, arms locked behind his back, staring down the now flustered familiar.
"Listen, human man. I'm a businessman. I'm in the business of fulfilling desires, whatever they may be."
"And you want to..."
"Oh it'd be delectable but please understand if i ask for a quid pro quo, of sorts."
"Right. Business."
"Exxactly."
"Okay, so, desires...fufilled, what do you want in exchange?"
"No more advising Nandor on his wish contracts. Let me have a little harmless fun with my interpretations." The Djinn stepped forward again, polished shoes making a soft scuffle across the cement floor, "You must understand how boring a job like ours is?" Guillermo didn't realize he'd been moving backwards until his back hit the wall, the purrs of the Djinn now close to his ear, "Obeying every command, no rewards for your creativity. Your bravery. Your Love."
"Seriously, you've got it all wrong, Djinn, I-"
The Djinn's eyes darkened, his arms bracketing Guillermo's face, his thigh moving to split Guillermo's plush legs.
"Tell me I'm wrong then. Tell me that for the first time in 10,000 years, I was wrong, and you're not gagging for cock in your mouth right. now. hmm? Tell me that you're not leaking already, familiar, and I'll stop." The Djinn rolled his hips against Guillermo's leg, a bulge of magnificent proportion pressed against the now whimpering human.
"Fuck," Guillermo moaned, head thrown back. "Oh God, yes, please." The human pushed forward, stumbling away from the wall like an attacking beast, grabbing the Djinn by the neck and sinking his dull teeth there, slurping and biting and kissing, his eyes ablaze.
The Djinn growled, shaking off the human's mouth, grasping at Guillermo's suspenders, pushing them back, clawing at the buttons of his shirt and licking his own marks there, nibbling on the collarbone that had never healed right after the food truck incident. Guillermo panted, dropping on his knees, hard.
He looked up with hungry, begging dark eyes, batting his thick eyelashes as the Djinn unzipped his trousers.
"Is this what you want, you little whore?" The Djinn grinned, pushing his impressive member at the human's glowing face, swiping the weeping head of it across his skin, leaving a debauched mess of slick across his slutty little face as the human tried to chase the leaking cock, tongue reaching for a taste. Guillermo whined, nipping at the sensitive skin on the hip, demanding his treat.
"There you go," The Djinn laughed, his dick plunging down Guillermo's hot, tight throat with such force his glasses clattered to the floor. The human gagged immediately, the bulbous tip seemingly miles deep already. He wasn't even halfway in. "This is what you wanted, you little cock slut, isn't it?"
Guillermo hummed his enthusiastic assent, sending delicious vibrations through the Djinn's member, slurping and sucking and grazing his teeth across the turgid thing, his own cock rock hard against his belly.
The Djinn pushed his glasses up onto his forehead, bucking his hips experimentally, a zing of pleasure shaking him to his core. God, this job fucking sucked...but the benefits package wasn't too bad.
Guillermo grasped him by the back of his thighs, pushing against every natural instinct and swallowing him to the root, his button nose now nestled in curly black hair, his throat spasming and his eyes rolling back in his head. He bobbed himself as best he could, but the huge thing was just so hard to manage, so hard to find purchase. Thin, strong fingers laced in his fluffy black curls, gripping and tugging, hard.
"Fuck, fuck, that's it." The Djinn growled, using Guillermo's hair like handlebars as he pumped in and out of his round, obscene lips.Guillermo moaned at the sensation of being used like a rag doll, his body limp and pliable, his throat nothing but a channel to be used and abused for his Mas- for the Djinn. "Your Master wishes he could fuck you like this,"
And with those words, Guillermo exploded like a firecracker, his cock sputtering and his whole body collapsing as his orgasm ripped through him, the Djinn still plowing his throat like a semi truck. Guillermo squealed, moaning and gasping around the Djinn's twitching cock. An avalanche of ectoplasmic, mystical come barreled down his throat, so much that Guillermo wondering if he was going to drown in it. What a way to go.
The Djinn pulled out halfway, painting the familiar's face with it, his hair now glooped with thick cream, letting out a moan.
"Oh God," Guillermo gasped as the Djinn released his hold on his hair, the human slouching forward into his legs in panting exhaustion, "That was- holy fuck."
"Yes yes, quite good, I agree," The Djinn said with that ever apathic flat voice, snapping his clothes back on, a revealing smile on his face as he knelt down to grasp the trembling human in his arms, rubbing his back, kissing his cum-soaked face.
"Wow. Okay. You have free reign on Nandor's wishes now," Guillermo laughed, "so worth it."
"I can even throw in a free wish to clean you up now if you'd like."
"Yes please," The human giggled, a hand moving up to touch his absolutely ruined hair, the half dried sticky ejaculate totally ruining the new look he was trying recently. A snap, and it was back to rights, his collar buttoned (not all the way, come on, he has standards) and his hair poofy and soft. "Thanks, that was great."
He stood with a helpful hand from the Djinn, grabbing his discarded glasses and giving them a clean with the end of his sleeve.
"Are you going to go see Richie Suck tonight?" Guillermo said with a friendly look.
"Not really my scene."
"Gotcha. Well, I gotta go check in with Nandor...see how it all went, see you later I guess?"
"Oh yes, the new equipment should be perfectly acceptable, I followed his instructions to the letter."
Guillermo gave him a suspicious look, "right..." and headed up the stairs.
The Djinn simply shrugged, turned and gave a mischievous smile to a very traumatized camera crew.