How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... terrified and fascinated by.

I never imagined such a scenario. Life had been so ordinary, so structured, and then in an instant, everything was turned upside down. I had been exposed, manipulated, and transformed. I was a plaything for the man I had met barely hours before. His eyes had sparkled with a devilish excitement as he molded my body to his liking. My breasts now jiggled heavily on my petite frame, far larger than they ever had been. I traced my hands over my newly rounded backside, still disbelieving it was my own.

Despite my terror, there was a part of me that revealed in the pleasure I had felt. It was wrong, so wrong, but I had felt things I never knew were possible. His touch had sent shivers down my spine, electrifying my senses in a way I couldn't comprehend. His words, crude and demeaning, somehow became an aphrodisiac, drawing me further into his deviant world.

I watched as John tossed Jeanie onto the couch beside me, dismissing her from his attention for the moment. There was a smug look on his face, satisfaction and pleasure mixed into one. I felt a twinge of envy. What was it like to have that kind of power, to control others for your own pleasure?

I felt so insignificant, a puppet in his hands, my life turned on its head. Yet, I couldn't deny the thrill that surged within me, the excitement at the unknown. I had stepped into a world far removed from my sheltered existence, and for all its perverseness, there was a part of me that yearned for ...

... more.

I was scared, truly scared, but I also felt alive in a way I never had before. As I lay there, my body still echoing with the waves of pleasure, I found myself grappling with emotions I never thought I'd experience. I didn't know what would happen next, or if I could handle it, but I was certain of one thing - life as I knew it would never be the same again.

My train of thoughts was interrupted by John's gruff voice. "Why don't we go back down to the pool room?" he said to Jeanie. "I want to show Emily the other use of those billiard balls."

My stomach churned with fear and anticipation. What else was he planning to do? My body was still sore from the things he had done to me, things that I never could have imagined. I could feel his eyes on me, like a predator surveying his prey.

"Emily looks tired, wake her up a bit, Jeanie," John continued, and a spark of panic ignited within me. But instead of the fear I expected, I felt a rush of energy coursing through my body, as if I had just woken up from a long, restful sleep. My muscles felt fresh, despite the soreness from before. It was Jeanie's magic at work, I knew. A chill ran down my spine as I remembered the power she wielded, at John's command.

Jeanie reached out to me, gently guiding me to my feet. Her hand was soft, a comforting touch in the midst of this chaos. Her eyes met mine, and for the first time, I saw the sadness lurking in their depths. It was a silent understanding, an unspoken solidarity ...