How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... 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 ...