How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... between two women caught in John's perverse game. The look in her eyes gave me strength, knowing that I wasn't alone in this.

Slowly, we began to descend the stairs, the sound of John's footsteps echoing behind us. My heart pounded in my chest as we approached the pool room. I had no idea what was in store for me, but I knew that whatever it was, I wasn't alone. Jeanie was there with me, and in that moment, that was all that mattered.

"You know how it goes, Jeanie. Why don't we show Emily?" John's voice echoed in the large, quiet room. His words sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, causing my body to tense in fear. I had no idea what he was referring to, but the sinister tone in his voice told me that whatever was about to happen was not going to be pleasant.

Jeanie, with an air of deep unease, faced John. "John... please," she pleaded in a shaky voice. "She's been through enough tonight."

Her words did nothing to deter him. In fact, his grin only widened. "That's where you're wrong, Jeanie. The night is still young," he countered in a chillingly casual tone.

Seeing that she wasn't going to get anywhere with her pleas, Jeanie clenched her jaw, glaring at John in silent defiance. But John merely chuckled, seemingly unfazed by her visible discontent. He approached the pool table, his eyes focused on the polished wooden surface.

John turned his gaze towards me, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint that sent shivers down my spine. "Get your ass up on ...

... the table, Emily," he stated simply, gesturing towards the vacant space on the pool table beside Jeanie. I tried to ignore the trembling in my legs as I approached the table, glancing at Jeanie for any form of reassurance. Her eyes met mine, a silent plea for understanding etched deep within them.

Reluctantly, I climbed onto the pool table, my body feeling more exposed than it ever had before. The surface of the table was cold against my bare skin, causing a shudder to ripple through me. As I settled myself on the table, a deep-rooted fear washed over me, but I was frozen, unable to do anything but comply.

John's eyes traveled over my body, a twisted grin playing on his lips. The sight of his satisfaction made my stomach churn, but I pushed the unease down. There was no room for fear now; it was either do or die.

"Spread your legs, Emily," he commanded, his voice so authoritative that it left no room for refusal. Taking a deep breath, I complied, forcing my legs apart as far as they would go. A slight whimper escaped my lips, but I quickly bit it back. This was not the time to show vulnerability.

John's hand brushed against my thigh, causing me to flinch. His touch was colder than I expected, sending a chill up my spine. "Relax, Emily," he soothed, his voice carrying a twisted sense of calmness. "This will be a whole lot easier if you do."

As I lay there, spread-eagled on the pool table, I closed my eyes, praying for this nightmare to end. But I knew deep down ...