How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... and I pressed down slightly on the ball. A gasp escaped my lips as the pressure made it shift slightly, nudging against sensitive spots inside. The pleasure was immediate, a sharp, intense feeling that had my legs buckling.

John watched with rapt attention, his eyes dark with lust as he drank in my every reaction. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.

I couldn't form words, my brain short-circuiting from the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. All I could do was nod, my eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

The weight of the balls inside me, combined with the tantalizing promise of the third just on the edge, was driving me to distraction. Every breath, every movement sent ripples of pleasure through me, keeping me on the precipice of an orgasm that threatened to consume me.

Unable to resist, I began to slowly circle my clit with my fingers, the additional stimulation adding another layer to the heady mix of sensations. My moans grew louder, more insistent, as I chased the pleasure that was tantalizingly out of reach.

John's eyes never left mine, his gaze intense, as he watched me come undone before him. The look of raw hunger in his eyes only served to heighten my arousal, pushing me closer to the edge.

With a final, desperate thrust of my fingers, I tipped over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I came, hard. The sensation of the balls inside me, combined with my own fingers, had me seeing stars.

As the ...

... pleasure began to ebb, I collapsed back onto the pool table, spent and sated. The weight of the balls inside me was a constant reminder of the depravity of the evening, a sensation I knew I would never forget.

The cold steel of the billiard balls seemed even colder as I watched Jeanie approach the table. Her sapphire eyes, usually so fiery and full of mischief, looked apprehensive. I could feel the weight of the ones inside me with every step as she guided me to the couch, the constant reminder of our shared experience under John’s dominant command.

My eyes drifted to John, standing there in all his naked glory, his erect member a testament to his excitement. "Last time we managed three, Jeanie," he said, a devilish grin curling the corners of his lips. "But tonight, we're going to try for four."

Jeanie gave him a hesitant nod, her lips parting slightly, drawing my attention to their plumpness. "Alright, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling just a bit. It was strange to see Jeanie, a magical being of immense power, so submissive.

John chuckled, "Good girl. Now, make yourself as wet as you made Emily."

A visible shudder went through Jeanie as she closed her eyes. Moments later, a sheen of arousal glistened on her delicate folds. She was dripping, the moisture pooling around her feet. It was a surreal sight, one that had my pulse racing again despite my recent climax.

The first two balls went in relatively easily, eliciting soft moans from Jeanie as each ...