How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... polite conversation and laughter. But beneath it all, beneath the veneer of normality, I could feel the tension, the danger that lurked just beneath the surface. And every time I looked at Emily, so young and full of life, I felt a pang of worry. Of fear for what John might do next.

We moved on from shared stories to a game of charades. The laughter and lively competition filled the room with a pleasant energy. I watched Emily, her face animated as she acted out her clues. She was full of youthful energy, so blissfully unaware of what was happening around her. My heart ached for her.

John pulled me away from the group during one of Emily's turns. His eyes were intense, his voice low and commanding. "Jeanie, I want Emily to be attracted to me. Make her want me."

I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. This was wrong, I knew it. I didn't want to do it. But I had no choice, I was bound to his command. I looked at him, pleading silently, but he didn't see or didn't care. I sighed, resigned to my fate, and nodded.

As the game continued, the clues became more suggestive, with an underlying sexual tone that couldn't be ignored. The atmosphere in the room shifted, tension simmering just under the surface. I noticed Emily blushing more often, her eyes lingering on John. The spell was working.

She acted out a clue that was definitely more provocative than the previous ones. There was an innocence to her actions, an unawareness that only highlighted her youthful ...

... beauty.

John, seemingly emboldened by her attention, flirted shamelessly. I watched helplessly as he charmed Emily, his words weaving a spell of their own. He moved closer to her, his hand brushing against hers every so often. Emily's eyes shone with an unfamiliar light, her cheeks flushed.

I felt a pang of guilt. This wasn't right, and yet I had no power to stop it. I was just a genie, an entity born to obey. And tonight, it seemed, my powers would be used for something far from innocent.

As the game drew to an end, John's arm was casually draped around Emily. She was giggling at his whispered jokes, completely under his spell. Her parents, blissfully unaware of the undercurrents, seemed to enjoy the game.

The night drew on, and with each passing moment, my worry for Emily grew. I knew John's intentions were far from innocent. I knew the true extent of his desires. The night was far from over, and I was terrified of what was to come.

The game carried on, growing more heated and more risqué with every passing round. At one point, Emily's clue involved a horse rider. In the heat of the moment, with her focus on winning the game, she reached out and mimicked the act of holding reins in her hands, but her aim was a little off. She ended up with her hands too close to John's crotch. The room fell silent, and I watched as her parents’ faces turned to expressions of shock and disbelief.

"Emily!" her mother exclaimed, a scandalized look on her face.

"I... I'm sorry. I ...