How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... to object, to defy him, I knew better. So, I focused my energy, reaching out to Emily with my powers.

The air seemed to ripple, a faint shimmer running across Emily's quivering form. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the tension in her body easing off slightly. Master gave me a approving nod, continuing his slow, deliberate thrusts.

As I continued to pour my energy into Emily, I saw a shift in her. The cries of pain that had filled the room earlier gradually turned into moans. They were hesitant at first, barely audible, but grew in intensity as time went by. It was an unfamiliar sound, a stark contrast to the painful whimpers from earlier.

The transformation was surreal. Emily's hands, which were previously balled into fists, slowly relaxed, her grip on the couch softening. Her back, previously arched in pain, began to relax, sinking deeper into the soft cushions.

Master continued to move at his steady pace, watching Emily with a satisfied smirk. The sounds of their bodies coming together, combined with Emily's increasingly louder moans, filled the room. It was a scene that seemed to delight Master. His lust-filled eyes bore into Emily, watching every twitch, every squirm, every breath she took.

Despite the circumstances, despite the overwhelming guilt, I found a sliver of relief. Emily was no longer in pain, at least not physically. It was a small consolation, but one that I clung to. However, the emotional scars this experience would leave were another matter ...

... entirely.

The room echoed with the sounds of Emily's pleasure, a stark contrast to the painful symphony from earlier. It was a stark reminder of the power I held, the ability to manipulate sensations, to make someone feel an array of sensations. However, it also served as a bitter reminder of my own powerlessness.

As the minutes passed, Emily's body began to move with Master's, the rhythm of their movements becoming more synchronised. Her whimpers had turned into throaty moans, her body arching in pleasure as waves of pleasure overtook her.

It was a strange scene to witness, one that filled me with an array of emotions. On one hand, I was relieved to see Emily no longer in pain. But on the other, I couldn't help but feel guilty. I was a part of this, a silent accomplice in Master's perverse game. But for now, I had no choice but to play along.

Master pulled out of Emily and left her laying there, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow and moved back, sitting on the couch with a contented sigh. His swollen manhood stood proudly between his legs, a silent testament to the night's activities.

"Why don't you hop on, Emily?" he said, his voice sounding far too casual for the situation. His hand ran along the length of his erection, smearing the shiny coat of their mixed fluids.

Emily looked at Master, her eyes wide with apprehension, then at me. I found myself unable to meet her gaze, unable to offer any comforting ...