How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... responded, “then yes.”

An unfamiliar feeling crept upon the genie. She was accustomed to serving altruistic masters. That was her world, her comfort zone. She had no precedent of dealing with a master of a different temperament. She was oblivious to the red flags, uncertain what to look for. All she knew was a lingering sense of unease, whispering to her that something was amiss. She had never heard the phrase, “Do you have to do everything I ask of you?” before.

“Perfect,” I replied, a devilish grin creeping onto my face.

“Your grandfather bequeathed some plans he had for global endeavors, with the hope you'd continue them,” the genie mentioned earnestly. “Would you like to hear about them?”

“No,” I said decisively, a smirk playing on my lips, “I have my own ideas.”

“How delightful!” she exclaimed, failing to decipher my underlying intent.

Seeing her naive excitement, I couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. I fucking owned a genie. A being who was bound to obey my every command. I had an enslaved servant at my disposal.

The silence was broken by the genie. “How would you like me to address you?”

“For now,” I said, “you will call me Master.”

A vacant expression flickered across the genie's face. She had never been asked to refer to her master as such. Shrugging off her apprehension, she replied, “As you wish, Master.”

Unbeknownst to the genie, with her gaze locked onto mine, my arousal was evident, straining against the fabric of my ...

... boxers.

“Genie,” I spoke in a demanding tone, a smirk playing on my lips, “I want you to pleasure me, right now.”

The genie looked taken aback. “Is…is that your wish, Master?” she asked with visible hesitation.

Taking hold of her slender shoulders, my eyes roamed up and down her flawless form, my excitement throbbing and so close to her. “Yes,” I answered, exerting a gentle pressure downwards on her shoulders, “And don't ever make me repeat myself again!”

As the genie gracefully descended to her knees, my left hand remained stationed on her shoulder, while the right found its way to the back of her neck, cradling her head.

The warmth of her mouth was an intoxicating sensation. Her lips glided down my shaft with practiced ease, her tongue tracing a path of ecstasy across my length, lighting up every nerve from the head of my manhood to the base.

The sheer intensity of the experience had me teetering on the edge, struggling to restrain my impending climax.

My fingers wound through her silky golden hair, my hand now resting at the base of her skull, the thrill of dominance coursing through my veins.

"Oh fuuuuuck yes," I groaned, my self-control wavering as the pleasure threatened to consume me.

Anticipating the culmination of my pleasure, I pressed her head further onto my pulsating length, the tip sliding deeper, nestling in the tight warmth of her throat.

In my state of heightened arousal, I pulled back slightly only to thrust myself back into the ...