How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... I felt the fullness inside of me, the weight of the three billiard balls lodged deep within my pussy, and I couldn't fathom how I could possibly take more.

"Never?" Master's voice was incredulous, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "How the fuck is that possible?"

I hesitated, my mind whirring. How could I explain? My past masters were nothing like him. They didn't push the boundaries, didn't play with me as he did. I was their genie, their servant, but never their toy. Not until now.

"I... I don't know, Master," I confessed, "I've never been used in such a manner."

His eyes flicked down to where I was so obscenely filled. "Well, we're going to have to change that, aren't we?" He said, the promise clear in his voice.

Then came the instruction, his voice firm, his command irrefutable. "You're gonna use that magic, and keep those balls inside of you, hear me?"

"Yes, Master," I answered, a strange combination of fear and excitement bubbling up within me.

"Now get up off that table, on your feet, bend over and hold on to the side of the pool table. Present that ass to me," he ordered.

I followed his instruction, carefully raising myself from the table, feeling the balls shift inside of me as I stood up. The sensation of fullness was intense, and I had to clench my inner muscles to keep them in place. It was a strange sensation, one I had to concentrate on to maintain.

Then, I bent over, reaching out to grasp the edges of the pool table, ...

... presenting my ass to him just as he had ordered. The coolness of the air against my bare skin made me shiver, and I found myself holding my breath as I waited for what was to come. I was about to be pushed beyond my known boundaries, and though I was terrified, I could not deny the dark thrill that coursed through me.

The anticipation was both thrilling and tormenting as I awaited Master's next move. I could feel his gaze on me, raking over my exposed body, contemplating his next course of action. The silence between us was charged with tension, each passing second heightening my sense of trepidation and titillation. All I could do was brace myself for what was to come.

I felt Master's hand between my legs, his fingers reaching out to brush against my sodden pussy. He made a soft sound of satisfaction as he discovered just how wet I was. His fingers danced across my folds, gathering the slick juices that coated them. As he moved, the balls inside me shifted, reminding me of the extreme fullness that I held within.

"Good girl," Master murmured, his fingers moving upwards to coat his hard length with my wetness. His voice was low, the words carrying a hint of approval that sent a shiver down my spine. "So fucking wet for me. You're doing well, Jeanie."

I could only whimper in response, a sound that was half shame and half pleasure. His touch was cruel and kind, causing pain and pleasure to mingle within me, creating a confusing whirl of sensations that left me ...