How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... 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 ...