How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... 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.

~Jeanie~

The ride back to John's apartment was quiet. We were both lost in our own thoughts, the memories of our intimate encounter still fresh in our minds. As we pulled up to the dingy apartment building, I ...

... couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. Was this where my new master lived?

"Is this your place?" I asked, my eyes taking in the sight of the run-down building.

"Yes," he replied, a hint of distaste in his voice. "But I think it's time to move up in the world."

He pulled out his phone, his fingers swiping across the screen. A moment later, he showed me a picture of a luxurious penthouse, its spacious interiors and breathtaking views making my eyes widen in surprise.

"I want a penthouse in the city," he declared, his voice filled with determination. "Top floor. This one. I fucking want this one."

My heart raced as I looked at the picture. The penthouse was absolutely stunning, a stark contrast to his current living situation. But his next question made my heart sink.

"Can you use your magic to transport us there now? Is that something you can do?" he asked, his eyes meeting mine.

I swallowed, feeling a wave of unease. "Yes," I answered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can."

With a wave of my hand, we were transported to the penthouse. The sudden change of scenery was disorienting, but I quickly regained my composure. The penthouse was fully furnished, a clear sign that someone was currently living there.

Yet, there was no one in sight. The silence was deafening, the emptiness of the place only adding to the eeriness of the situation. John didn't seem bothered by it, his eyes taking in the beauty of the place.

"Let's take a look around," he ...