Lizzy touched the urn and closed her eyes before uttering the words, “I wish…”
But of course nothing happened. She’d used her three wishes already, the genie inside the urn would no longer respond to her.
She sighed and continued dusting around it, the buzzing growing with each passing moment in her pussy.
She’d gotten what she wished for… at least kind of.
She’d wished to live in a huge mansion.
She’d wished to have it spotlessly maintained by a maid.
And she’d wished for a carefree life.
What she’d forgotten to wish for was that she owned the mansion, that she wasn’t the maid, and that carefree didn’t mean completely submissive to the owner of the mansion.
She moved to the next room and continued dusting, that is until she heard the front door open and close, followed by his voice calling out.
“I’m home Lizzy.” he called out and she almost squealed in joy as she wiggled her ass to the front hallway.
“Welcome home Master!” she cried out and dropped to her knees, quickly unbuckling his belt and stripping him of his pants and underwear so she could get her lips around his dick.
Her pussy almost exploded as she did and all that cleaning paid off as she bobbed back and forth along his shaft.
After all, how else was the genie supposed to ensure she kept the mansion spotless if not to make cleaning the ultimate turn on for her, but never let her find release from it.
It not only ensured she worked hard all day cleaning… but that she was willing to do anything for release when Master returned from work.
