Meeting a Genie
~John~
My grandfather was an eminent benefactor.
His greatest joy came from giving, aiding wherever he could to make a difference in the world.
He dedicated untold sums of money, shaping lives around the globe by building orphanages, schools, and bolstering various foundations. However, his worldly contributions came at the cost of his presence at home.
Being his eldest grandson, I have only had a few face-to-face encounters with him over my 28 years of existence.
Yes, he financed my college education, my sister’s, and indeed every other family member’s educational pursuits. Yet, there were no letters, no birthday presents, no phone calls to check in. Consumed by his mission to save the world, he neglected his own family.
Admittedly, I harbor some resentment. Wouldn’t anyone? How would it feel to hear and read about your grandfather’s global benevolence more often than you see your own parents?
When we received the news of his passing, the executor of his estate contacted us, a mere day before the funeral. My entire family was informed that first-class tickets had been booked for us on the next flight.
At first, I was undecided about attending. More so, I believe, than the rest of my family. I had work commitments, bills to settle, and no vacation time to spare. After a few hours of contemplation, I decided to seize the opportunity. I couldn’t refuse a first-class ticket and a visit to his estate, a place I’d heard so much about but never seen in person.
The flight was spectacular. It was my first taste of first-class luxury. Our clan occupied the entire front section of the plane. As we collected our luggage, a familiar face greeted us.
“Hey Frank!” I greeted the aged man, who was looking dapper in his Italian suit, complemented by a refined cobalt blue pocket square.
“Hey Kiddo,” Frank responded, enveloping me in a comforting, familiar embrace. “How have you been?”
Frank was my grandfather’s trusted confidant. I saw him far more frequently than I did my own grandfather. Frank personally handed over the tuition checks. He was the one who initiated my involvement in volunteer work during high school and college. He played the role of a grandfather more than my biological one ever did.
“I’ve been well,” I answered. “Work’s hectic, but I recently moved into a cozy city apartment. How about you?”
“Good to hear,” Frank responded, his tone taking a melancholic turn. “Things have been tough here. But I’m glad you all could make it!”
“It’s good to see you, Frank,” I remarked, patting his shoulder as we moved towards the van waiting outside the airport.
“Are you still volunteering at the foundation in the city?” he asked. The foundation, a project of my grandfather’s, aimed to battle homelessness in the city. I’d volunteered there during college.
It had been years since I last stepped foot in the place, but I didn’t want Frank to know that. In his eyes, I was a responsible, upstanding youth. What he didn’t know was that I’d given up volunteering soon after finishing college. Volunteering doesn’t pay the bills.
“Yeah,” I replied to Frank, “The foundation is thriving!”
“That’s good to hear,” Frank said, “Your grandfather established that foundation intending for you to lead it someday.”
“I’m aware, I’m aware,” I replied, feeling a sense of relief. “You’ve always told me how he had high hopes for me and how proud he was.”
The journey to the estate felt interminable. The property was sequestered deep within an isolated landscape, far removed from urban life. As we trundled along the driveway, I found myself questioning its seemingly endless stretch. Indeed, the driveway alone was lengthier than my daily commute to work.
We swept past several quaint residences, all situated within the estate grounds, until we reached the heart of the property – the main house. Its grandeur was sudden and awe-inspiring, materializing out of nowhere.
The house was an architectural titan, easily dwarfing my modest apartment complex. To call it a ‘house’ felt like an understatement.
Frank assigned each of us to our individual rooms, encouraging us to settle in and rest. He informed us that the funeral was scheduled to begin punctually at 4 PM.
With a few hours to spare, I meandered through the colossal mansion, aimlessly exploring its corners.
Priceless artwork, undoubtedly the creations of renowned artists, adorned the mansion walls.
“An art enthusiast, perhaps…” I mused to myself, trailing along an extensive corridor.
Upon discovering what appeared to be a library, I felt an overwhelming sense of stepping into a historical archive. Artifacts spanning centuries, tokens from various civilizations, were meticulously displayed.
From what I’d gathered, an auction selling all his possessions had occurred a few days prior. The proceeds were designated to fund his numerous foundations.
“How could one man amass such wealth, yet withhold it from his own family?” I contemplated, transfixed by the opulence around me.
The funeral was protracted. A string of unfamiliar faces delivered eulogies, people I’d never met, hailing from all corners of the globe. They offered nothing but praise for my grandfather. Their speeches mirrored one another, the same effusive sentiments echoing time and again.
Ironically, my father was the only family member who addressed the gathering, and his words were succinct.
As the funeral service concluded, we proceeded to the reception. My family and I felt like strangers in this setting. It was unsettling. We were all anxious to board the next flight home.
My family wasn’t destitute. My parents earned a reasonable income that allowed us a comfortable lifestyle, albeit devoid of luxuries. But I was aware of the hard work they put in to provide for us. Witnessing my grandfather’s ostentatious wealth felt like a blatant affront.
I graduated from a modest city college, majoring in business, a decision influenced by my grandfather via Frank. Despite my dedication and efforts, all I had to show for it was a degree that held little value in the struggling economy. The best employment I managed to secure was a dreary call center job.
I barely scraped by, living paycheck to paycheck.
As my family and the assorted guests retired for the night, I found myself further delving into the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion.
Suddenly, a soft echo of footsteps resonated through the dimly lit passageway.
“Who’s there?” I called out into the shadowy depth.
“Just me, kiddo,” came the comforting reply, as Frank gradually materialized from the semi-darkness.
“Hey, Frank,” I greeted him, “This place is colossal.”
“Indeed it is,” he responded, his laugh bouncing off the stone walls, “It took me an age to navigate it.”
“No surprise there,” I replied.
“Actually, I was seeking you out,” Frank said, his hand resting on an antiquated wooden box he carried.
“Really?” I replied, my curiosity piqued, trying to decipher his intention.
“A fortune from my grandfather, perhaps?” I pondered internally, my heart pounding slightly faster at the tantalizing prospect.
“Yes,” Frank confirmed, “I have something for you. According to your grandfather, it was his most cherished possession.”
“Oh?” I responded, my tone revealing a blend of gratitude and puzzlement.
“He explicitly wanted me to personally deliver it to you,” Frank elaborated, “He held immense pride in you, you know.”
“He had a strange way of showing it…” I replied softly, wary of appearing ungrateful.
“He was aware of that,” Frank added gently, “It was among his deepest regrets.”
“Well, at least he acknowledged it…” I muttered.
A flicker of sadness passed over Frank’s face, his empathy palpable.
“Here,” he offered, extending the old wooden box towards me, “Accept this. I believe there’s a note inside as well.”
“Thanks, Frank,” I replied gratefully, “And thank you for everything else, by the way.”
“It’s truly my pleasure,” Frank reciprocated warmly, “Well, it’s been an exceptionally long day, and I think I’m going to turn in for the night…”
“Sounds like a plan, Frank,” I said, embracing him in a farewell hug.
“Have a good night, John,” he responded.
“You too, Frank,” I returned, releasing him from the hug, “Oh, by the way, could you remind me how to get back to my room?”
Chuckling, Frank directed me down the hallway, “Two rights and a left.”
“Thanks,” I replied, watching as Frank slowly retreated back into the shadowy corridor, mirroring his entrance.
As I navigated my way back to my suite, I idly shook the wooden box in my hands, trying to guess its contents.
The suite that had been allocated to me was more spacious than my entire apartment – and my neighbor’s, for that matter.
The silence within the suite was deep and pronounced. No neighboring rooms were occupied, and the only sound that filled the silence was the quiet hum of the room’s heating system.
I placed the box on a desk, then moved towards the sofa adjacent to the bed, pulling my iPad out from my bag and placing it on the coffee table.
Truth be told, I was feeling a bit pent up. Like any other man, I had a robust libido that I, and most of my past girlfriends, had a hard time keeping up with.
After slipping out of my shoes, sliding off my pants, and shedding my suit jacket, I made myself comfortable on the sofa. I picked up the iPad, intending to visit my go-to adult entertainment site for some relief.
Not many were privy to the fact that I had a penchant for more intense, fringe aspects of sexual pleasure. I enjoyed a rougher side of intimacy, which likely explained why most of my relationships fizzled out within a few months. There were certain kinks and fetishes that I had yet to fully explore, primarily because I hadn’t found a willing and understanding partner.
The possibilities were many and intriguing: BDSM, aggressive play, domination, and even consensual non-consent fantasies barely scratched the surface.
In the privacy of my own space, I enjoyed fantasizing about control and dominance, themes that gave me intense satisfaction. The frequency of my actual intimate encounters left much to be desired, so my iPad had become my steadfast companion in exploring these depths.
Venturing onto one of my favorite sites, I began browsing the available videos. After perusing a few pages and conducting several searches, I finally found a video that piqued my interest. Getting comfortable, I let my hand wander under my boxers as I watched an assertive man demonstrating his dominance over a willing partner. She was completely submissive, yielding herself to his needs. The raw display of desire was the kind of scenario that stirred my interest, a fantasy waiting to be explored.
A deep groan of satisfaction left my lips as I watched the video progress, my hand working furiously over my hard shaft, “Yeah, that’s it… take that fucking cock…”
I closed my eyes, immersing myself in the lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the labored gasps for air, and in my mind, I swapped places with the man in the video.
My cock, large and commanding, exerting control over the willing woman beneath me.
In the space of just a few more seconds, my climax arrived, my load spilling across my chest and staining my shirt with my release. I breathed deeply, savoring the afterglow of orgasm, before reluctantly blinking my eyes open.
Discarding my iPad onto the coffee table, I peeled myself off the couch, unbuttoning my soiled shirt and tossing it carelessly onto the pile of my discarded pants on the floor.
I moved back towards the desk where I had left the wooden box Frank had given me. Sitting down in the chair, I turned the box over in my hands. It was ancient. The wood was so old, it looked like it had fossilized. Sliding off the top, I opened it carefully to reveal a tightly rolled piece of parchment, along with a small, tarnished silver oil lamp, barely larger than my palm.
I placed the lamp on the desk and unrolled the note.
John, it began, If you’re reading this, it means I’m no longer with us. Inside this box is a cherished possession that helped me cope with your grandmother’s passing, and shaped me into the man I became. We were able to achieve great things, and my wish is for you to continue in my footsteps. I deeply regret not being there for you and the rest of our family. Don’t make the same mistakes I did. I am incredibly proud of the man you’ve grown into. All my love, Your Grandfather.
“She? We?” I muttered, bemused and somewhat cynical. I could feel a sarcastic laugh bubbling up from my throat. “The man I’ve become? Seriously? You didn’t even fucking know me.”
That person, the one my grandfather saw, was a part of my past, a version of me that had long since evolved, with no desire to regress back to that stage.
Nonchalantly, I discarded the note, reaching for my discarded, cum-soaked shirt. I used it to wipe away the years of tarnish from the small oil lamp, eager to decipher the engravings etched onto its surface.
As I worked, an unusual warmth began to seep from the lamp into my palm. It was subtle, barely noticeable, until the lamp started to vibrate, a humming pulse emanating from its core.
Taken aback, I murmured, “Well, that’s fucking bizarre,” and promptly dropped the lamp back onto the desk.
I watched the lamp quizzically. It shook sporadically, like an object possessed, skidding across the desk’s surface. I recoiled, stumbling over the leg of the desk, my heart racing in my chest.
My disbelief grew as a nebulous wisp of cobalt blue smoke started to spiral upwards from the spout of the lamp.
“This can’t be happening, this can’t be fucking happening,” I repeated, my voice shaky as the smoke began to coalesce into a tangible form right before my eyes. As the blue mist swirled and twirled, it started taking on the outline of a small, petite woman.
As the last tendrils of the blue mist evaporated, the female figure standing a few feet ahead of me materialized fully. I was frozen in place, eyes wide, my words stuck in my throat, standing there in nothing but my boxers.
She was diminutive, just under five feet tall by my estimation, with a lithe body that reminded me of an acrobatic gymnast. Her face was radiant, skin as smooth and flawless as a porcelain doll’s. Her eyes were a striking blue that mirrored the shade of her gown, her long blonde hair cascading down to graze the top of her pert, grapefruit-sized breasts.
Her gown was a second skin, perfectly outlining the sinuous curves of her petite frame.
Her gaze was fixed on mine, a silent, intense connection that neither of us broke. She didn’t look a day over twenty.
“Who…who the hell are you?” My voice wavered, my body still riveted in place by the shock.
“Those who came before you knew me as Gene,” she said gently, her lips curling into a warm, comforting smile. “But you, you can call me whatever you wish.”
“O-okay,” I stammered, trying to reorient myself within this new reality.
“I see a reflection of your grandfather in you, John,” she commented, her gaze soft.
“How do you know my name?” I asked, the words from my grandfather’s note dancing in my mind.
“Your grandfather often spoke fondly of you,” she responded with an angelic serenity, “His final wish was for me to be entrusted to you.”
“What… what are you?” I managed to blurt out, my voice trembling.
“I am a genie, passed down from grandfather to grandson over countless generations. From one honorable, virtuous soul to the next, along a lineage of great philanthropists,” she explained. “Together, my masters and I have tirelessly worked to promote and sustain goodness in the world.”
“You’re a freaking genie!” I exclaimed, the pieces of the puzzle finally falling into place.
“Yes,” she confirmed, her tone solemn. “I am a genie, and now I am yours, bound to you for the coming century.”
Her words echoed in my head, a whirlwind of thoughts and questions tumbling over each other. “So it’s not just three wishes? You’re mine for an entire century? How old was my grandfather?”
“Your curiosity mirrors your grandfather’s,” she said, her smile twinkling with a suppressed giggle. “No, I am not the genie of Aladdin fame, I don’t know how that misconception started amongst humans. Yes, I am bound to you for a century, tasked with ensuring your protection, prolonging your youth and vitality. Your grandfather lived to be 125 years old. I can only decelerate your aging; the human lifespan is ultimately limited.”
“Are there others? Other genies? And what are the rules?” I fired off, my mind racing at a hundred miles an hour.
“I have many brethren, although many have been lost to time, chained to selfish masters who wished to keep their genies hidden forever. I’ve been fortunate, I’ve always served men of honor and integrity,” she responded, her eyes alight with a hopeful, innocent glow. “As for the rules, I cannot end a human life or grant wishes that drastically alter the world. You can’t simply wish for a better world. I can only aid in small ways. But together, we can create a ripple effect, our actions can collectively bring about significant change.”
As my mind spiraled in a vortex of thoughts, a familiar, more primal urge started to bubble within me, presenting a tantalizing array of possibilities. “So you’ll grant every single one of my wishes? For the entirety of my life?” I asked, a tantalizing thrill coursing through my veins, making my arousal evident in my shorts.
Her luminous azure eyes met mine, an innocent smile played on her lips as she replied, “Yes, I am yours. You are my master, I am bound to you. Nothing can sever our bond.”
“Meaning,” I probed further, “you have to comply with every command I give?”
“If that is your desire,” the genie responded, “then yes.”
An unfamiliar feeling crept upon the genie. She was accustomed to serving altruistic masters. That was her world, her comfort zone. She had no precedent of dealing with a master of a different temperament. She was oblivious to the red flags, uncertain what to look for. All she knew was a lingering sense of unease, whispering to her that something was amiss. She had never heard the phrase, “Do you have to do everything I ask of you?” before.
“Perfect,” I replied, a devilish grin creeping onto my face.
“Your grandfather bequeathed some plans he had for global endeavors, with the hope you’d continue them,” the genie mentioned earnestly. “Would you like to hear about them?”
“No,” I said decisively, a smirk playing on my lips, “I have my own ideas.”
“How delightful!” she exclaimed, failing to decipher my underlying intent.
Seeing her naive excitement, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of exhilaration. I fucking owned a genie. A being who was bound to obey my every command. I had an enslaved servant at my disposal.
The silence was broken by the genie. “How would you like me to address you?”
“For now,” I said, “you will call me Master.”
A vacant expression flickered across the genie’s face. She had never been asked to refer to her master as such. Shrugging off her apprehension, she replied, “As you wish, Master.”
Unbeknownst to the genie, with her gaze locked onto mine, my arousal was evident, straining against the fabric of my boxers.
“Genie,” I spoke in a demanding tone, a smirk playing on my lips, “I want you to pleasure me, right now.”
The genie looked taken aback. “Is…is that your wish, Master?” she asked with visible hesitation.
Taking hold of her slender shoulders, my eyes roamed up and down her flawless form, my excitement throbbing and so close to her. “Yes,” I answered, exerting a gentle pressure downwards on her shoulders, “And don’t ever make me repeat myself again!”
As the genie gracefully descended to her knees, my left hand remained stationed on her shoulder, while the right found its way to the back of her neck, cradling her head.
The warmth of her mouth was an intoxicating sensation. Her lips glided down my shaft with practiced ease, her tongue tracing a path of ecstasy across my length, lighting up every nerve from the head of my manhood to the base.
The sheer intensity of the experience had me teetering on the edge, struggling to restrain my impending climax.
My fingers wound through her silky golden hair, my hand now resting at the base of her skull, the thrill of dominance coursing through my veins.
“Oh fuuuuuck yes,” I groaned, my self-control wavering as the pleasure threatened to consume me.
Anticipating the culmination of my pleasure, I pressed her head further onto my pulsating length, the tip sliding deeper, nestling in the tight warmth of her throat.
In my state of heightened arousal, I pulled back slightly only to thrust myself back into the inviting warmth of her mouth, asserting an intensity I had never unleashed before.
With my arousal at its peak, I lost control. A potent wave of release rushed through me, my seed flowing into her accepting throat.
As I withdrew from her mouth, a string of my essence and her saliva connected us momentarily before breaking, marking a primal claim over my newly found possession. I took a step back, eyeing her with a victorious smirk.
Breaking eye contact for the first time, her gaze lowered to the floor.
“Look up,” I commanded, taking a step toward her.
Reluctantly, she lifted her gaze, her eyes meeting mine once again, revealing an underlying sense of unease.
“We’re going to have quite a wild ride together,” I said, extending a hand to help her rise.
“I…I’m sorry, Master,” she stammered, a hint of melancholy in her voice as she accepted my offered hand, “I… I wasn’t prepared for your… assertiveness. You caught me off guard.”
“And you’re telling me my grandfather didn’t ravage you the moment he laid eyes on you?” I queried, genuinely puzzled.
“N-no…” she stammered, “It was quite the opposite… Our bond matured over years and years before he invited me into his bed.”
“Damn, what took him so long?” I couldn’t help but wonder.
“All my previous masters followed the same approach as your grandfather… They all…” She continued, her voice barely a whisper.
Interrupting her mid-sentence, I snapped, “Well, I’m not like my fucking grandfather, or any of your past masters. I’m a new breed.”
Brimming with anticipation to explore the uncharted territories with my newfound possession, I was eager to put her abilities to the test.
“Do I have to fucking recite ‘I wish’ before each command?” I inquired, irritated by the mere thought of such tedious formality.
“No need, Master,” she answered, her once radiant glow diminishing even more with each passing moment.
“Perfect. Then make this entire wall a mirror,” I commanded, gesturing toward the wall at the foot of the bed.
With a quick nod from the genie, the once matte, light-red wall morphed into a reflective surface instantly.
Approaching the mirror, I surveyed my own reflection. I was by no means obese, but there was definitely room for improvement. All my attempts at sculpting a chiseled physique had been fruitless till now, but who needed a gym when you have a freaking genie?
“Transform my body. Make it appear as if I’ve endured three hours of strenuous workouts, combining cardio and weights, every day for the past year,” I instructed, watching my current physique, excited to witness the transformation.
“As you wish, Master,” she conceded with a nod.
The sensation that ripped through my body as I watched the transformation in the mirror was inexplicable. Far from painful, it was a surprisingly delightful experience. I could literally feel the unwanted fat melting away, muscles toning up, and skin tightening simultaneously.
“Not bad,” I commented, admiring my newly minted physique in the mirror.
Stripping off my boxers, my gaze then turned to the one thing that had to be enhanced next.
“Pay attention,” I instructed the genie, formulating the desired specifications in my mind. “When flaccid, my cock should measure 6″ long and one and a half inches thick. When erect, extend it to 8″ in length and two and a half inches in thickness. And increase the size of my balls and sac threefold.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she simply responded, “Yes, Master.”
Watching my flaccid member expand was a spectacle that spurred my imagination, and soon I was standing at full mast.
“Finally,” I continued, in awe of my upgraded manhood, “enhance my stamina, and give me the power to decide when I climax.”
She nodded once again, affirming, “As you wish, Master.”
Now fully transformed, I turned to face her, “So, what’s your verdict?”
“I-its significantly larger than before,” she replied, her tone hinting at unease.
“Good enough for now,” I retorted. “I suppose you are not a virgin, are you?”
“Actually, I am, Master,” she confessed. “Each time a new master summons me from the lamp, my physical body is recreated anew.”
“I see,” I acknowledged, intrigued. “So, can you alter your own physical form?”
“Yes, Master,” she confirmed.
“Excellent,” I continued, a wicked idea taking shape in my mind, “I want all of your openings to accommodate my enlarged member comfortably.”
“Thank you for considering my comfort, Master,” she responded, a smile tugging at her lips for the first time in a while. “It is done.”
“Great,” I rejoiced, “Now, can you experience physical sensations like a normal woman?”
“Yes, Master,” the genie affirmed, “I do.”
“Alright,” I declared, nodding in approval.
The genie, standing in front of me, was a sight to behold. I moved around her, taking in her youthful allure, a stunning vision of beauty and desire.
“Undress,” I ordered, my voice firm. “Now.”
As I continued my circumspect walk around her, she began to remove her garments, the ethereal glow of her pristine skin coming to light with each passing moment.
With a graceful motion, she peeled off her gauzy gown, unveiling her perfectly proportioned breasts. They were like two impeccable, gravity-defying orbs, adorned with cherry-red peaks that stood at attention.
As she slid her gown down past her hips, I was pleasantly surprised to see her lower body as smooth and hairless as a pearl.
Stepping out of the fallen fabric, she stood there, gloriously naked, her flawless figure presented for my perusal.
Eventually, I stopped my circuitous walk in front of her. My hands found their way to her shoulders, then gradually traced the curve of her back, coming to rest on her pert buttocks, appreciating the firm, smooth texture.
Her eyes met mine, sparking a wild fire of desire. My hands journeyed upwards from her firm ass, skimming her sides, until they cupped her breasts, which were just as firm and inviting.
My newly enhanced member throbbed with a ferocity it had never known before, pressing insistently against her belly.
My fingers explored the pliant flesh of her breasts, but found them slightly wanting. “These are a tad too small for my liking,” I commented, my hands seeking more to hold. “Make them larger.”
“Yes, Master,” she obediently responded.
As my hands cupped her breasts, I could feel them gently growing, their firmness undiminished.
After a few more moments, when they had achieved a size that filled my hands satisfactorily, I declared, “Perfect.” I squeezed them, delighting in the sensation of her soft skin spilling slightly through my fingers.
My gaze lowered to meet hers as my hands journeyed back down her silky-smooth skin, finding her derriere once more. Pulling her closer, my arousal was trapped between us, its presence undeniable.
“Now,” I directed, locking eyes with her, “make yourself more aroused and sensitive than ever before.”
“As you wish, Master,” she responded, a rush of arousal visibly coursing through her. Her nipples hardened instantly, pressing into my chest.
My grip tightened on her buttocks, and in a swift move, I lifted her off the floor. Carrying her across the room, I placed her on the bed with a gentle toss.
She laid there on her back, vulnerable and inviting. I grabbed her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed, parting her extremely flexible legs wide and propping her feet against the bedposts.
My thickened arousal rested over her sex, nestled against her belly. I traced its length across her glistening folds, visually savoring her body’s reaction to the touch.
Guiding my hand to her heated core, I delicately teased her clit with my thumb.
Lowering myself to my knees for a closer view, my other hand parted her delicate folds, revealing her untouched entrance.
My thumb entered her tight heat, eliciting a moan from her that was equal parts pleasure and discomfort.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” I muttered, feeling her walls clench around my thumb, “hope you’re ready for more…”
“I am, Master,” she gasped between moans, “please…be gentle…”
Pulling my thumb free, I straightened, aligning the head of my cock with her trembling entrance.
“Gentle?” I echoed her earlier plea, the smirk in my voice mirrored by the gleam in my eyes. The engorged tip of my cock nestled between her glistening folds, nudging at her untouched barrier. “I’m the one making the fucking demands around here!”
“S-Sorry, Master!” she gasped, her body taut as the head of my cock began to breach her untouched core.
“I was going to be considerate,” I mused, holding the head of my cock just against her barrier. “Now, increase the size of my cock by 20%, keeping your body as is!”
“As you -” Her words morphed into a shriek as my cock underwent another surge of growth, pushing past her virgin barrier. “Ma-Master!”
The sudden expansion caught me off guard, the added length and girth plunging into her. I had never experienced a virgin before and fuck, she was tight. Her inner walls clamped around my cock, resembling a tight squeeze of a grown man forcing his hand into a child-sized glove.
Her wetness was the only saving grace, aiding in the further intrusion.
“Ohhhhh!” the genie wailed, “Ahh!”
Barely halfway inside her, her body yet to relent its grip, my heart pounded, my cock throbbing in rhythm. She was so incredibly tight; it felt as though I’d split her in two.
With her thighs in my grip, I gradually increased my pace, each thrust taking me deeper, stretching her far beyond her known limits.
Her arousal was tinged with a hint of red, adding to the slickness.
“Oh yes!” she moaned, writhing under me, “It hurts, Master! But, it – feels so – oh, Master!”
I was barely halfway inside her, and already I was eager to push her further, to test her limits. The sensation of her clenching around me, of feeling every curve, every ripple of her inner walls, it was too much. She was mine – to use, to consume.
“Genie!” I commanded, maintaining my deep, slow thrusts, “Bind your feet to the posts – now!”
“OH!” she gasped, an unfamiliar sensation coursing through her, “YESSS, Master!”
In an instant, ropes materialized around her calves, securing her spread-eagled on the bed, her legs splayed and taut.
Continuing my rhythm, I noted the tension of her restraints. Before, as I thrust into her, she would slide slightly with the force, but now she was held fast.
I’d always fantasized about relentlessly pounding into a tight pussy, but knew the reality of such actions carried consequences. But now, I had a genie. All bets were fucking off.
Pulling back until only the tip of my cock remained within her, my hands found her waist, fingers digging into her flawless skin.
Pausing, I drew a deep breath, savoring the moment.
“Master! Please!” the genie whimpered, a plea laced with desperation, “Don’t stop!”
Peering down at her, a wicked grin spread across my face as I thrust my engorged cock fully into her in one swift, brutal motion. The force pushed me a little over three quarters deep into her before hitting her soft barrier, her cervix.
“Bahh!” the genie cried out, her body rocked by the sudden shift from a hollow emptiness to a pleasurable fullness that stretched her beyond imagination.
Seizing her thighs, I increased my rhythm, every thrust claiming another inch of her. Her body strived to accommodate the invading intruder, adjusting to its relentless onslaught.
With a few more thrusts, I felt the tip of my cock brushing against her cervix.
“Yes, Master!” she moaned, her head pressed into the mattress in a surrender to the pleasure.
Slowly, I withdrew, eliciting a pleading whine from her.
“Please, put it back in…”
Without a moment’s hesitation, I lined up the head of my cock with her welcoming entrance and drove it in with all my might, shoving the entire length of my cock deep into her, relentlessly pounding her cervix.
The added length of my cock let me explore uncharted depths, experiencing new sensations as it invaded an unexplored, snug pocket.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed out, a twinge of pain mixing with her pleasure.
Ignoring her distress, I continued my powerful thrusts, my balls smacking against her ass with a rhythmic slap.
I held myself deep inside of her, draping myself over her, pushing her up the bed as my legs straddled hers.
Seizing her left breast, I kneaded the soft mound, her nipple hardening against my palm. Propping myself up, I mirrored the action with her other breast, my fingers squeezing the soft flesh as I maintained my punishing rhythm.
“Oh, ouch! Yes, Master!” she cried out, the mingled sensations overwhelming her senses.
My face descended onto hers, my lips seizing her mouth in a demanding kiss, my tongue plunging deep within.
“I’m close, Master,” she gasped between heated kisses.
Swiftly, I pulled out and flopped onto the bed next to her. Grabbing her arm, I pulled her on top of me, our positions switched in a swift maneuver.
With her straddling me, I locked my eyes onto hers, “Ride me, right fucking now.”
Heavily panting, she nodded, hurriedly grabbing my shaft, guiding it back into her molten core.
Setting a blistering pace, she began to gyrate uncontrollably, her head tossed back in abandon, dangerously teetering on the brink of climax.
“Don’t you fucking come!” I ordered, my voice a growl, “Not until I say!”
“Yes, Master!” she cried out, the promise of release tantalizingly out of her reach.
Her breasts, bouncing with the rhythm of our movements, drew my eyes like magnets. My hands shot out to claim them, fingers digging into the soft flesh roughly.
The added stimulation teetered her on the edge, her body aching for release. But she denied herself the pleasure, holding back under my command.
Her suppressed arousal reached a fever pitch, her moans amplifying to fill the room, each gasp, each squeal, a mantra of pleasure repeating endlessly.
She was on the brink of hyperventilation, the air shuddering out of her in short, broken pants.
I trailed my hands down to her waist, pressing her down, ensuring my cock remained buried deep within her. Glancing up at her, my eyes cold and demanding, I ordered her off of me.
She complied quickly, dismounting and collapsing onto the bed. Her legs dangled over the edge, her body quivering like a rag doll.
Shoving her face down into the bed, I commanded, “Stick your ass up in the air.”
Stepping off the bed, I admired the sight of her, her curvaceous ass presented for my taking. My cock was pulsating, just inches away from her dripping center, aching to reclaim its territory. Her body trembled, desperate for the release it was denied.
Thrusting back into her, I filled her completely in one smooth motion, my cock pulsating within her. I held myself deep inside her as I brought my hand down on her ass in a hard slap. The impact stung my hand, the resounding smack echoing in the room.
A few more brutal thrusts, another stinging slap – the pattern continued as she kept moaning, her voice unlike any I’d heard before.
“Do you like that, Genie?” I taunted, my words a growled command, “You like being fucked by your Master?”
“Yes!” she yelled sharply, her voice breaking. “Yes! Master! Please let me come!” her plea was desperate, the moans punctuating her words.
“Not yet, Genie,” I retorted, my thrusts slowing down to prolong her torture.
“How much do you like your new Master, Genie?” I asked, a wicked grin playing on my lips
She was shaking under me, a thin sheen of sweat coating her supple skin. “So much, Master,” she whimpered in response, her words barely audible over the throb of our combined desires.
“Show me,” I growled, my voice rough with need.
Obeying my command, she pushed back against me, taking me in deeper, her inner walls clenching around my length. The sight of her ass meeting my hips, the way her body shivered under me, it was maddening.
Reaching around, I found her clit, swollen and throbbing, and started rubbing it in tight circles.
“Master!” she gasped out, her voice reaching a new octave.
“Now, Genie,” I commanded, my voice thick with arousal, “Now you can cum.”
It was like I’d given her the key to the floodgates. She screamed out my title, her body convulsing as pleasure rippled through her in waves. The walls of her pussy clamped down on me even tighter, the spasms drawing me closer to the edge.
“That’s it, Genie,” I growled, “Cum for your Master.”
As she shuddered through her orgasm, I felt my control slipping. The sight of her, the feel of her, the sound of her cries – it was too much. I gave one final thrust, burying myself deep inside her.
With a loud grunt, I let myself go. Pleasure, hot and white, rushed through me, as I released into her. My cock throbbed as it emptied itself, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.
Once the pleasure subsided, I collapsed on top of her, my breaths shallow and heavy. She was trembling beneath me, a spent mess, her body still twitching from the aftershocks.
“So, Genie,” I murmured against her skin, “Do you still like your new Master?”
Her response was a soft, exhausted giggle. “Yes, Master,” she breathed out, her voice a satisfied purr.
Lying tangled together on the bed, our bodies were slick with sweat, the musk of sex lingering in the air. I idly toyed with her nipple, the dark bud hard beneath my fingertips. The quiet hush of the room was only broken by the soft sounds of our labored breathing.
“Master, may I ask you something?” the Genie’s voice was soft, a hint of hesitance lacing her tone.
“Go ahead,” I responded, a lazy smirk playing on my lips as I continued to toy with her sensitive bud.
“Why… why did you alter your size? Knowing it would bring discomfort… pain?” Her question hung in the air, bringing an intriguing depth to our post-coital quiet.
“You can’t truly savor pleasure without tasting a bit of pain,” I mused, giving her nipple a gentle squeeze. A soft gasp escaped her lips at the sensation. “Tell me, Genie, when I finally allowed you to cum, how did it feel?”
“It… It was unparalleled,” she admitted, her voice shaky. “A mix of sharp pain and incredible pleasure… No one has ever evoked such feelings in me.”
“And did you enjoy it?” I probed, curious about her answer.
“It was intense, Master, very painful. But…” She paused, her lips trembling slightly, “Yes, I believe I did. More than I anticipated.”
A low chuckle escaped me at her confession. “That’s why I did it, Jeanie.”
“I see, Master,” she murmured, her eyes reflecting newfound understanding. “It seems there is much I need to learn.”
I grinned down at her, tracing a finger down her body. “Indeed, Jeanie. You have much to learn. And I’m just the man to teach you.”
~Jeanie~
Even though I am hundreds of years old, time still felt heavy and cruel as the funeral of my last master, John’s grandfather, drew closer. A sadness etched into my heart, a pang for a master who had been kind and understanding, so unlike my new one.
“Get ready,” John’s curt command pulled me from my thoughts. His eyes held a gleam that made my stomach twist with anxiety. He pointed towards a walk-in closet, overflowing with numerous dresses of all colors and styles. “I’ve picked something out for you.”
The dress he pointed out was a deep black, cut in an exaggerated style that left little to the imagination. I had worn many things over the centuries, yet the explicitness of this attire took me aback.
“Don’t look so shocked, Jeanie,” he taunted, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. “Put it on.”
Biting back the protest rising in my throat, I summon my powers, the dress materializing onto my form. It clung to every curve, the top revealing much more than I was comfortable with. I felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto my cheeks, my body standing starkly on display.
John’s gaze roved over my body, a pleased glint in his eyes. “You fill out the dress nicely, Jeanie, but I think we can do better. Make your breasts larger.”
I hesitated, glancing at him with a mix of disbelief and exasperation. “Master…”
“Do it,” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. And so, with a heavy heart, I acquiesced. My breasts grew, filling the top of the dress until it was stretched taut against my skin, my cleavage on display.
My discomfort must have been evident in my expression, but instead of feeling any empathy, John merely smirked, enjoying the power he held over me. He relished in my visible discomfort, drinking it in like a man dying of thirst. My previous masters had never treated me this way, and the sudden shift in dynamic was disorienting.
Despite my discomfort, a strange thrill coursed through me. The anticipation of public exposure, of going against my previous, reserved persona was thrilling, in a twisted way. The raw power John held over me was undeniable, a truth I was learning to navigate with each passing moment.
It was a twisted game he was playing, one where he held all the cards. I was not his partner, but his plaything. And though it went against everything I had been conditioned to feel, I could not deny the bizarre thrill that came with this newfound dynamic. In the twisted confines of his wishes, I found myself staring at a version of myself I barely recognized, a version that both scared and excited me. The upcoming funeral was bound to be an event like no other. I could only brace myself for what John had in store for me.
The funeral was a somber affair, a stark contrast to the revelry I was accustomed to at the grand events of John’s grandfather. As we walked into the grand church, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of loss, and a sense of discomfort in my revealing attire. The sea of black clothing, respectful and modest, seemed to swallow us whole, the judgmental glances of those around us, burning into my skin.
I felt completely underdressed, with my attire drawing stares and whispers, making me the center of unwanted attention. But John seemed oblivious to it, his face a mask of impassiveness. I mourned silently for my previous master, a man who was respectful and kind. My heart was heavy with loss, the reality of his absence pressing down on me.
John, on the other hand, was stoic. No sadness marred his face, no empathy or sympathy touched his eyes. His coldness made me flinch. I had known he was self-centered, but the extent of his apathy was chilling.
The Eulogy was a heartfelt tribute, recounting the many generous deeds of John’s grandfather. He had been a man of character, his kindness reaching out to many. As the speaker continued, he dropped a bombshell that left the audience in stunned silence, myself included.
“Upon his death, it was his wish that all his wealth be donated to charity, to help those less fortunate.”
The gasps and murmurs that filled the room were a mirror of my shock. The charity part didn’t surprise me; it was like him to think of others. But the fact that all his wealth was going to charity, leaving John with nothing but myself, was unexpected.
John’s face remained blank, the news not affecting him as much as I thought it would. His cold demeanor unnerved me, leaving me to wonder what his next command would be, given his newfound state of poverty. As I stood there, under the scrutiny of those around us, and with the weight of my lost master heavy in my heart, I realized that my journey with John was just beginning. There was much more to come, and for the first time in centuries, I felt truly uncertain about the future.
As we slipped into the lavish limousine, I could feel a shift in the atmosphere. The spacious interior, adorned with plush seating and muted lights, felt almost oppressive after the heaviness of the funeral. John sat opposite me, his gaze unreadable, his demeanor cold.
“So, Jeanie, I have a new command for you,” he said, breaking the silence. His tone was casual, belying the gravity of his words.
“And what would that be, Master?” I asked, my voice filled with a dread I couldn’t hide.
“I want the funds that my grandfather so generously gifted to charity…rerouted to me,” he declared, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement.
My heart plummeted. “But Master, those were your grandfather’s final wishes. He wanted to help people.”
He smirked, leaning back in his seat. “His wishes no longer matter. You belong to me now. You follow my commands.”
I swallowed hard, wrestling with the conflicting emotions roiling within me. “I–I don’t think that’s right, Master. I owe a lot to your grandfather. He was always kind to me.”
A cruel laugh slipped from his lips. “Kindness? Do I look like I care about kindness, Jeanie? Your loyalty to him means nothing. Now do as I command.”
With a heavy heart, I acquiesced. A part of me wanted to resist, to honor my previous master’s last wishes. But I was bound by the rules of my existence. I was his genie. I had to obey. With a wave of my hand and a mental tug at the reality around us, I transferred the funds to him.
A triumphant smile spread across John’s face, his eyes glittering with greed. “There we go, Jeanie. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
It took all my willpower to maintain my composure. But the victory in his eyes, the pleasure he derived from my discomfort, it was too much. Yet, I had no choice but to endure it. With each command, he exerted his control, shaping my existence to his liking. And each time, it chipped away at my resolve, dragging me further into his twisted world. The limousine ride back to the mansion was silent, but the echo of his laughter haunted me, a harsh reminder of the power he held.
Back at the mansion, John strolled around with a sense of ownership that was discomforting to watch. He picked through his grandfather’s belongings with an apathy that chilled me. He discarded things that were once cherished, keeping only what he saw as valuable or useful.
“Jeanie,” he began, waving around a cigar in his hand, “I need you to pack all these things up. And book us a private jet. I want to fly back home tonight.”
“I see, Master,” I responded, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice. With a flick of my wrist, I began to pack his chosen items magically, while simultaneously making reservations for a private jet. The opulence was a stark contrast to the humbleness his grandfather preferred.
His eyes roamed around the room, landing on a portrait of his grandfather and me. He looked at it for a moment before letting out a scoff, “You look so different here, Jeanie.”
“I– I was different, Master,” I admitted, not meeting his gaze.
“Good thing you’re not anymore,” he said dismissively. “You are better suited for me now.”
It took all my strength to hold back my response. Instead, I continued to work in silence, packing the precious mementos of a time long past. When the packing was done, and the jet was reserved, I informed him, “Master, everything is ready for our departure.”
“Excellent,” he responded, throwing one last glance around the grand mansion. “Let’s get out of here then, shall we?”
And just like that, we left the mansion that had been my home for so many years, closing the door on a chapter that was filled with kindness and respect, and stepping into an uncertain future that promised only dominance and control.
~John~
The limousine ride to the airfield was filled with an eerie quietness. The night sky outside was filled with stars, each twinkling with a distant mystery. Jeanie sat beside me, her face a mask of neutral tranquility, but I could sense the tumultuous storm brewing inside her.
We arrived at the airfield, the sleek, gleaming hull of the private jet dominating the view. The attendant greeted us warmly, escorting us onboard. Inside, the lavishness was breathtaking; velvet-lined seats, polished wooden panels, crystal glassware. The wealth now at my disposal was intoxicating.
Taking my seat, I turned to Jeanie, my eyes gleaming with mischief. “Take a seat, Jeanie,” I commanded, patting the seat next to me. I could see the resistance in her eyes, but she silently complied, sitting down, her body rigid with tension.
The plane took off smoothly, and as we ascended, I took the opportunity to push the boundaries of her submission. Leaning over, I whispered into her ear, “Jeanie, I want you to pleasure yourself right here, right now.”
Her eyes widened in shock, “Master, there are people onboard…”
I chuckled, cutting her off. “Discreetly, Jeanie. Use your powers.”
Her body tensed up as she hesitated, her conflicted feelings clearly evident. But eventually, she nodded, her hands disappearing under her skirt. Her face flushed, her breath hitched, she was an alluring sight.
I watched as she squirmed in her seat, her humiliation as much of a turn on as the evident pleasure coursing through her. The flight attendant was clueless, only offering us refreshments and smiles.
“Enjoying yourself, Jeanie?” I teased, my hand casually resting on her thigh, feeling her body tremble.
“Yes, Master,” she managed to answer between gasps, a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment reflected in her voice.
This power, this control was intoxicating, stirring a dark hunger within me that I’d kept dormant for too long. I watched as Jeanie squirmed, her arousal mounting, her resistance crumbling. Her humiliation, her compliance, it was all too enticing. I reveled in it, in the feeling of power, of domination, and the anticipation of more to come.
“Good girl,” I praised as her body finally succumbed to pleasure. The sight of her in such a state was a reward in itself. Watching her regain her composure, a part of me was curious about how much further I could push her, how much more I could take. After all, she was mine now, for my amusement, for my pleasure.
The plane ride home was going to be a lot more interesting than I’d initially thought.
Jeanie had barely recovered when my gaze turned towards the flight attendant bustling about the cabin. She was an attractive woman, but not nearly striking enough for my tastes. Smirking, I turned towards Jeanie. “Jeanie, I want you to use your powers on her.”
Jeanie looked at me, her eyes wide. “Master, you can’t possibly mean…”
“Oh, but I do,” I cut her off, my grin widening. “Increase her beauty, triple her breast size.”
“But Master,” Jeanie protested, looking genuinely distressed.
“Just do it, Jeanie,” I commanded.
With a resigned sigh, Jeanie waved her hand discreetly and the attendant’s appearance altered dramatically. The transformation was stunning. Her features refined, her body voluptuous, her breasts now of a ridiculous size.
As the attendant moved, she looked visibly shocked by her transformed body, her now massive tits straining against the fabric of her uniform. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her confusion, my eyes feasting on her newfound assets. “Beautiful, isn’t she, Jeanie?”
Jeanie merely nodded, her gaze filled with sympathy. I could see the guilt in her eyes, but my amusement far outweighed her discomfort.
“Master, isn’t this enough?” Jeanie pleaded.
“No, Jeanie,” I stated, my voice firm. “I want her to serve us in the nude. Strip her of her clothing.”
“But Master, that’s…” Jeanie began, but stopped when I raised my hand.
“Do it, Jeanie,” I repeated.
With a heavy sigh, Jeanie complied. With a wave of her hand, the flight attendant’s uniform vanished, leaving her standing nude in the middle of the cabin, her massive breasts on full display.
The woman gasped, quickly covering herself with her hands, her face burning red with humiliation. Yet she couldn’t resist continuing her duties, serving us as if nothing was amiss. The sight was indeed pleasing, a testament to my absolute power.
“Jeanie, I believe you should join her,” I said casually, sipping my drink. “Take off your clothes.”
Jeanie looked at me, her eyes filled with disbelief. But the command had been given, she had no choice but to obey. Slowly, she removed her clothes, her face flushed, her body trembling slightly.
It was a sight to behold, two women, both stunningly beautiful, stark naked in the cabin, serving my needs, their humiliation only adding to my pleasure. This was the power I had, the control I wielded over Jeanie and through her, over others. It was intoxicating, thrilling, and utterly satisfying. I reveled in it, indulging in their discomfort, their submission.
I leaned back in my seat, gazing appreciatively at the nude flight attendant as she moved about the cabin. Her newly enhanced breasts were enormous, bouncing tantalizingly with every step, her body oozing sexuality. I glanced at Jeanie, her own breasts, still unnaturally large from the funeral, nearly matching the flight attendant’s in size. The contrast was intriguing, the voluptuousness of their forms captivating.
“Jeanie,” I began, my voice dripping with lust, “What do you think of her? You think she’s sexy?”
Jeanie looked at the flight attendant, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed. “I suppose she is, Master,” she stammered, her voice betraying her discomfort.
“Oh, come now, Jeanie,” I chided, my eyes never leaving the attendant’s swaying breasts. “You can do better than that. Describe her to me.”
Jeanie hesitated, her eyes darting between me and the flight attendant. “She’s… beautiful, Master. Her breasts are large and full, her waist slender, her hips curvy. Her skin is flawless, her legs long and shapely.”
“Good girl,” I praised, my arousal growing. “Now, tell me, how do you think she’s feeling?”
“I don’t know, Master,” Jeanie replied, her voice soft.
“Oh, but you will,” I said, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Make her horny, Jeanie. Hornier than she’s ever been.”
“But Master,” Jeanie protested, her eyes wide with shock.
“Do it, Jeanie,” I commanded, my voice firm.
With a defeated sigh, Jeanie waved her hand, and the flight attendant’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing, her breath quickening. I could see her nipples hardening, her body trembling with desire.
“Now, Jeanie,” I said, my voice thick with lust, “I want you two to make out. Play with each other.”
Jeanie looked at me, her eyes filled with disbelief, but she complied, moving towards the flight attendant, her body moving with an uncharacteristic grace. The two women embraced, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing, their hands exploring each other’s bodies.
I watched, my arousal mounting, as they caressed each other, their fingers teasing each other’s nipples, their hands sliding down to explore each other’s most intimate parts. Their moans filled the cabin, their bodies writhing in pleasure, their faces flushed with desire.
The sight was mesmerizing, two beautiful women, both under my control, giving in to their lust, their inhibitions forgotten. The power I held, the ability to make them do as I pleased, to mold them to my desires, was intoxicating.
“Yes, Jeanie,” I breathed, my voice husky, “That’s it. Enjoy her, make her enjoy you. Show her what pleasure really is.”
Jeanie’s eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of desire, humiliation, and something else, something deeper. But I didn’t care. All that mattered was the pleasure, the thrill of the moment, the satisfaction of my lust.
“Now, it’s my turn,” I declared, my voice laced with desire. “Why don’t the two of you get on your knees, in front of me. Take off my pants for me.”
Jeanie and the flight attendant complied, their eyes lowered, their bodies moving in unison as they knelt before me. Their hands, one pair more experienced than the other, worked together to undo my belt, the click of the buckle echoing through the cabin. My pants were discarded quickly, my arousal visible, straining against the fabric of my underwear.
“What’s your name?” I asked the flight attendant, my gaze fixed on her as Jeanie slid my underwear down, my arousal springing free.
“R-Rose, sir,” the flight attendant stuttered, her cheeks flushing under my intense scrutiny.
“Well, Rose,” I drawled, my hand reaching out to cup her enhanced breast, “I hope you’re ready to serve me.”
Jeanie’s hand wrapped around my length, her touch familiar yet exciting. Rose hesitated, her eyes darting between my erect member and my face, uncertainty clouding her features. But with a reassuring nod from Jeanie, she reached out, her fingers brushing against me, a shiver running down my spine.
“Good girl,” I praised, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Now, why don’t the two of you play with me?”
Jeanie and Rose took turns, their hands and mouths working in tandem to bring me pleasure. I reveled in the feeling, the sensation of two pairs of lips, two tongues, servicing me. Their eyes, one pair filled with a mixture of submission and humiliation, the other with pure lust, never left mine, their gazes only heightening my arousal.
“Look at you two,” I mused, my fingers threading through their hair, guiding their movements. “Two beautiful women, on their knees, taking turns sucking my cock. How does it make you feel?”
Jeanie was silent, her focus entirely on her task, but Rose hesitated, her gaze meeting mine. “I…I…”
“Speak, Rose,” I commanded, my grip on her hair tightening.
“I feel…dirty, sir,” Rose whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the plane’s engines.
“Dirty?” I echoed, my laughter filling the cabin. “My dear Rose, you should feel privileged. Not many get the opportunity to serve me in this way.”
Jeanie’s pace quickened, her experienced lips and tongue bringing me closer to the edge. Rose watched, her eyes wide, her body trembling, but she didn’t shy away, her hand joining Jeanie’s as they brought me to climax.
“Just like that,” I murmured, my voice saturated with pleasure. Once they finished, I took a moment to revel in the sight of them: Jeanie, her lips glistening with remnants of my release, and Rose, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The sensation of power washed over me, as intoxicating as the finest wine.
“Now, Rose,” I began, my eyes focused on the transformed flight attendant, “get on the ground, on your hands and knees.”
Hesitant, Rose obeyed, her large breasts swaying with the movement. She looked over her shoulder at me, uncertainty clouding her widened eyes. “Are you ready to be properly fucked, Rose?” I asked, my gaze fixed on her exposed body.
“I… I have a husband and kids at home…” she stammered, her voice shaky. Her protest only added to my excitement.
“Ah, but they’re not here, are they?” I responded, my tone dangerously low. I approached her, my bare feet stepping onto the cool metal floor of the private plane. I positioned myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips.
Looking over at Jeanie, I could see the conflicted expression on her face. A part of her seemed curious, intrigued even, while another part held a clear unease. Her eyes met mine, a silent question in her gaze, but I only smiled, my focus returning to Rose.
I ran my hand over her curves, appreciating the smoothness of her skin. Her body trembled under my touch, a soft whimper escaping her lips. I took my length in my hand, guiding it to her entrance. The sharp intake of breath from Rose sent a thrill through me.
Teasingly, I rubbed the head of my cock against her, eliciting a soft moan from Rose. She tried to push back, seeking more, but I held her firmly, enjoying her impatience. It wasn’t until her pleading eyes met mine in the mirror that I decided to give her what she wanted.
In one smooth motion, I pushed inside her, the tightness of her body engulfing me. Her cry of surprise and pleasure echoed throughout the cabin, and I took a moment to enjoy the feeling before starting to move.
My thrusts were slow at first, letting Rose adjust to me. But as her moans grew louder, so did my pace. Each thrust drew a gasp from her, her body shaking with each movement.
I watched in the mirror as her large breasts swayed with each thrust, her hands gripping the carpet below her. The sight of her under me, submissive and wanting, was an incredible turn-on.
I reached around her, my fingers finding her clit. As I started to rub, Rose’s cries grew louder, her body squirming under my touch. Her walls tightened around me, her body quivering as her orgasm washed over her.
Not letting her recover, I continued my pace, my own pleasure building. My grip on her hips tightened, my nails digging into her skin as my climax approached.
With a final thrust, I spilled inside her, my breaths ragged, my body shivering with pleasure. I groaned, savoring the sensation of my orgasm as it coursed through my veins. I looked down at Rose, her face flushed, a mixture of my seed and her arousal trickling down her thighs. My eyes landed on Jeanie, a wicked idea forming in my mind.
“Jeanie,” I called out, my voice laced with a new wave of desire. Her gaze met mine, a hint of apprehension flickering in her eyes. I grinned at her, my hand reaching out to caress Rose’s still trembling form. “I want you to clean her up.”
Her eyes widened at my command, but she didn’t move. “But, Master…” she began to protest.
“I said, clean her up,” I interrupted, my tone firm. “Use your mouth.”
She hesitated, glancing between me and Rose. But seeing the determined look on my face, she gave a nod, moving closer to the flight attendant. With a deep breath, she leaned in, her tongue tentatively reaching out to lick at Rose’s glistening folds.
“Good girl,” I cooed, watching as Jeanie followed my orders. Each stroke of her tongue caused Rose to shudder, soft whimpers escaping her lips. The sight was incredibly erotic, a sight I could have never dreamed of.
I watched as Jeanie’s tongue traced over Rose’s swollen clit, making the woman gasp. Rose’s hands found their way to Jeanie’s hair, pulling her closer. She looked down at Jeanie, her eyes glazed with lust. Jeanie moaned, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through Rose.
I moved to sit on one of the plush leather seats, my eyes never leaving the two women. I spread my legs, my hand moving to stroke my semi-hard cock, ready for another round.
“Jeanie, look at me while you eat her,” I commanded, my voice heavy with desire. Obediently, she raised her eyes to meet mine as she continued to lap at Rose. The sight of her, on her knees, servicing another woman while maintaining eye contact with me, was intoxicating.
I groaned, the sight before me pushing me closer to the edge. Jeanie’s face was flushed, her breasts swaying with each movement. Her eyes were filled with a mix of lust and confusion, but she didn’t stop.
I watched as Rose’s back arched, a cry escaping her lips as she climaxed. Her fingers tangled in Jeanie’s hair, holding her close as she rode out her orgasm. Jeanie didn’t stop, her tongue continuing to lap at Rose until her trembling subsided.
“Enough,” I finally said, my voice husky. Jeanie immediately pulled back, looking up at me with wide eyes. Her lips were glistening, and I could see a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.
“Good girl,” I praised, a smirk playing on my lips. “Now, come here.”
Jeanie hesitated for a moment, glancing at Rose who lay panting on the floor. But at my stern look, she crawled over to me, looking up at me with those innocent eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh, the irony of her innocence in such a perverse situation not lost on me.
I guided her onto my lap, her legs straddling me. I ran my hands up her thighs, my fingers brushing against her wetness. “Ready for round two?” I asked, a wicked grin on my face. Her eyes widened, but she gave a nod, ready to obey her master.
Jeanie’s thighs quivered as she straddled me, her gaze lowered. Her hands rested on my shoulders for support, her fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the scent of arousal filling the cabin. I guided her hips, positioning my cock at her entrance.
“Slowly, Jeanie,” I murmured, my eyes never leaving her face. I wanted to savor this moment, to watch as she lowered herself onto me. She gave a nod, taking a deep breath as she began to sink onto me.
I watched as she bit her lip, her face contorting with a mixture of pain and pleasure as she took me in. I gripped her hips, helping her move, each inch sending a thrill of pleasure through me. Finally, I was fully seated within her, her warm, tight walls enveloping me. She gave a soft gasp, her body trembling as she adjusted to my size.
I allowed her a moment to adjust, my hands idly tracing patterns on her thighs. Then, I moved, thrusting up into her. She let out a soft moan, her body arching as she rode me. Her breasts were right in front of my face, still large and full from my previous command. I reached up, cupping her breasts in my hands.
“You did well, Jeanie,” I said, my voice husky with lust. I gave her nipples a squeeze, earning a gasp from her. She squirmed in my lap, the motion sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“I’ve never… never done that before, Master,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. The confession had me grinning, knowing I was the one introducing her to these new experiences.
“I’m sure you haven’t,” I replied, my hands continuing their exploration of her breasts. “You’re learning quickly though.”
She didn’t respond, her focus solely on moving her hips. I felt a strange sense of pride watching her, seeing how she responded to my touch, how she eagerly rode me. Her face was flushed, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the pleasure. Her large breasts bounced with each movement, the sight incredibly arousing.
With each bounce of her breasts, I squeezed her nipples tighter, enjoying the way she writhed on top of me. “That’s it, Jeanie,” I coaxed, my voice low and seductive. “Ride me.”
Her movements grew more frantic, her breaths coming out in short pants. The sounds of our bodies coming together filled the cabin, the rhythm matching the beat of our racing hearts. Her hands moved to grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she moved faster.
“You like this, don’t you?” I asked, my voice filled with satisfaction. “You like riding your master’s cock?”
Her response was a soft whimper, her eyes meeting mine. I could see the hatred burning in her gaze, but there was also something else – pleasure. It was clear that despite her feelings towards me, she was enjoying this.
I gave her a smirk, thrusting up into her. “Good girl,” I praised, my voice laced with desire. “Now, let’s see how many times I can make you cum.”
With that, I gripped her hips, controlling her movements as I began to thrust up into her in earnest. She cried out, her body shivering as pleasure overwhelmed her. She was helpless in my hands, a puppet dancing to my tune. And I intended to play this game for as long as I could.
Jeanie’s body began to convulse, her moans filling the cabin as I continued to thrust into her. The pleasure was building, a wave that threatened to engulf us both. I could feel her walls tightening around me, her body clenching in anticipation.
“That’s it, Jeanie,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. “Give in to it. Let it consume you.”
Her response was a broken cry, her body shaking as she came. I held her tightly, my own release building. I could feel her wetness, her body milking me as she rode out her orgasm. The sensation was intoxicating, a heady mix of pleasure and power.
And still, I continued to move, my hips thrusting up into her. Her body was limp, her movements sluggish as she came down from her high. But I wasn’t done with her yet.
“Again, Jeanie,” I commanded, my voice firm. “Cum for me again.”
She gave a weak nod, her body responding to my command. Her movements were hesitant at first, but soon picked up pace, her body seeking that pleasure once more. I guided her, my hands moving to her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. The sensation had her gasping, her eyes wide as she looked at me.
“You love this, don’t you?” I taunted, my voice dripping with arrogance. “You love being used by me, controlled by me.”
Her response was a soft whimper, her body betraying her words. The pleasure was building again, her body responding to my touch, my words. I could see it in her eyes, the way she fought against it, the way she struggled to resist. But it was futile, her body yielding to me, giving in to the pleasure.
With a cry, she came again, her body shuddering as pleasure ripped through her. I held her tightly, my own release crashing over me. I spilled inside her, my body shivering as pleasure washed over me.
I let out a satisfied sigh, my body relaxing as I pulled her close. Her breaths were ragged, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasms. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and confusion.
“Why?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Why are you doing this to me?”
I gave her a cold smile, my fingers tracing her cheek. “Because I can, Jeanie,” I replied, my voice filled with satisfaction. “Because you’re mine, to use as I see fit.”
She turned away, her body tense. I could feel her anger, her humiliation. But I didn’t care. I was in control, and I was enjoying every moment of it.
“You’ll get used to it,” I assured her, my voice filled with arrogance. “Soon, you’ll even learn to love it.”
Her response was a soft sob, her body shaking as she tried to hold back her tears. I held her tightly, my body still connected to hers, reveling in the power I held over her.
As the captain’s announcement echoed through the cabin, I looked down at the broken genie in my arms. Jeanie was still trembling, her body spent from our intense lovemaking. Her eyes, once vibrant and full of life, now held a distant, haunted look. I reveled in the sight, the power I had over her sending a thrill coursing through me.
“Jeanie,” I commanded, my voice as cold as ice. “Get dressed. We’re about to land.”
She slowly pulled away from me, her body sore and achy from our activities. Despite her reluctance, she did as I ordered, using her magic to summon a new set of clothes for herself. Her outfit was modest and plain, a stark contrast to the revealing attire I had commanded her to wear earlier.
As she dressed, I turned my attention to Rose. The flight attendant was still on the floor, her naked body marked by our rough coupling. I watched as Jeanie cleaned her up, restoring her to her former appearance. The transformation was quick and seamless, as if the debauchery that had transpired was nothing but a figment of our imagination.
As Rose stirred, I saw Jeanie bend down and whisper something in her ear. I couldn’t hear what was said, but I saw Rose’s eyes widen before nodding slowly. With a final pat on her cheek, Jeanie stood up and turned to face me, a determined look in her eyes.
“It’s done,” she said, her voice flat. “She won’t remember anything.”
“Good,” I responded, pulling my own clothes back on. “Make sure you look presentable. We wouldn’t want to make a scene when we land, would we?”
Jeanie bit her lip, her fists clenched at her sides. I could see the anger in her eyes, but she swallowed it down and nodded.
“Yes, master,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
As the plane began its descent, I could hardly contain my excitement. My grandfather’s fortune was now mine, all thanks to Jeanie. And while the genie may be resisting now, I had no doubt that she’d eventually come around. After all, she was bound by her magic to obey my every command.
As the private jet touched down, I couldn’t help but smile. This was just the beginning. I had Jeanie, unlimited wealth, and the whole world at my disposal. And I intended to enjoy every single moment of it.
