How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... suggested, his hand gently guiding me towards the stairs.

As we walked around, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the place. The two floors were tastefully decorated, each room more stunning than the last. The balconies offered a breathtaking view of the city, the tall skyscrapers and bustling streets a stark contrast to the tranquility of the penthouse.

Yet, despite the beauty of the place, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. This was someone else's home, a place where they had built their life. And we were intruding, claiming it as our own without a second thought.

But what choice did I have? I was his genie, his servant. I had no say in the matter. So, I followed him around, my mind filled with a mixture of awe and guilt.

As we walked around the penthouse, I couldn't help but wonder what was in store for us. John had made it clear that he was not like my previous masters. He was cruel, selfish, and cared little for the feelings of others.

And as I stood there, taking in the beauty of our new home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. What was in store for me, now that I was under the control of such a man? Only time would tell.

Descending to the lower level of the penthouse, we discovered a spacious entertainment area. Dominating the room was a sleek, polished pool table, its green felt surface spotless and inviting. As I watched, a spark of interest lit up in Master's eyes.

"You know," he began, walking over to the rack of pool ...

... balls neatly arranged at the end of the table, "I saw this video once..."

He picked up one of the balls, the smooth round object nestled in his palm as he weighed it, tossing it up and down while looking at me with a devilish grin. The implication of his words struck me with a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Undress for me," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "Get your ass up on the pool table and lay down on your back."

Struggling to maintain my composure, I obeyed his order. My clothing pooled at my feet, and I climbed onto the pool table, the felt surface feeling strangely soft against my bare skin. I lay down on my back, my breasts rising and falling with my uneven breaths, my eyes never leaving his.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he approached me, the billiard ball still in his hand. "I wonder how many of these balls we can fit in your cunt," he mused aloud, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

Terror, anticipation, and an inexplicable sense of arousal washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited what was to come, the absurdity of the situation almost unreal. Yet, as his genie, I had no choice but to comply, even if his demands pushed me beyond my comfort zone.

As I laid there, vulnerable and exposed on the pool table, Master unzipped his pants, revealing his engorged member. With an unsettling smile, he compared the size of the pool ball to his erect shaft, a perversely amused look on his face.

"Just a hair thicker than ...