How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... man who claimed to possess a genie and intended to use her for his twisted fantasies.

As the cruel reality of the situation dawned on her, Emily looked at me, her eyes filled with a silent plea for help. I could only respond with a look of sorrow and regret, my heart aching for her. Despite my powers, I was as helpless as she was in this moment, a pawn in a cruel game of power and control.

John rose from his seat, walking over to the petrified Emily. His gaze never left her as he circled around, his hands flexing in anticipation. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reached out and touched her.

His hands traced over her body, starting from her shoulder and moving down. They were rough, confident, knowing. He took his time, exploring the curves of her body, tracing every dip and swell with an intimate familiarity.

Emily remained frozen in place, her breath hitching as John's fingers grazed over her sensitive flesh. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to control her breathing, her eyes wide and fearful as she watched his every move.

"Pretty damn fine," he mused aloud, his fingers trailing down her waist and onto her hips. His thumb brushed against the curve of her hip, a touch that was both possessive and dismissive at the same time.

His gaze moved from her body up to her face, and he took a moment to study her. His eyes were filled with an almost feral desire, a hunger that made my stomach churn with discomfort.

"But I'll make you ...

... perfect," he declared, his voice echoing through the silent room. The statement was not a compliment, but a promise, a dark promise of things to come. His fingers paused on her hips, and then with a sly grin, he reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face.

He looked back at me, a knowing smirk on his face. It was a chilling reminder of our situation, a reminder that he held all the cards. That, for now, Emily and I were simply playthings in his twisted game. And all we could do was play along, trapped in a world of his making.

As Master walked behind Emily, I watched him, my heart hammering in my chest. His hands reached around her, large fingers toying with her nipples. Emily's breath hitched, her eyes growing wider, but she said nothing. Not a peep. Master was in his element.

"Now, Jeanie," Master began, his voice low and rough as his hands cupped Emily's breasts, "I think Emily here could use a bit more... enhancement."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I understood what he wanted. On Emily's small frame, his hands looked massive, and it was clear he intended to make her breasts nearly as large as mine.

"Master, are you sure..." I began, but he cut me off.

"Do it, Jeanie. Make them grow," he ordered.

I couldn't deny the command. With a deep breath, I let my power flow through me, directed it at Emily. Her body shuddered as the magic took hold, and Master's hands pushed out further as her breasts began to grow. His smirk grew as he felt them ...