How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... "Your turn. But this time, I'll be doing the honors."

She hesitated for a moment, casting me a quick, reassuring glance before laying on the second bench. John’s fingers deftly began tying her down, ensuring she was just as exposed and immobilized as I was.

With both of us restrained, John stepped back, admiring his handiwork. A predatory grin spread across his face as he spoke, his tone dripping with anticipation. "Emily, are you ready to experience something truly unforgettable?"

The realization hit me like a tidal wave, causing a cold rush of fear mixed with an undeniable undercurrent of excitement. All I could manage was a weak nod, trying to mentally prepare for what lay ahead.

The weight of my newly enhanced breasts pressed against my chest, creating a valley from which I could peer down. My eyes focused on my exposed, wet pussy, the tantalizing slickness of arousal evident. But what captured my attention even more were the three unnaturally large, round bulges pressing out from my lower abdomen. The billiard balls. They were a constant reminder of the surreal experiences I'd been forced into tonight.

My legs were bent and drawn back, each ankle tied securely to the side of the bench, stretching and exposing me entirely. The vulnerable position made every sensation even more acute; the cool room air against my moistened folds, the soft caress of the leather beneath me, and the weight of those balls inside.

Then, John came into view. His cock was ...

... standing at full attention, its size and girth a testament to his arousal. The dark, vein-ridden length of it was intimidating. But rather than plunging in immediately, he took his time, allowing the head to glide between my wet folds. The sensation was maddeningly teasing, sending shivers up my spine. I could feel the head of his cock brushing against my swollen clit, making me gasp with each pass.

With his other hand, John began exploring my ass, fingers tracing delicate patterns around the rim. His touch was surprisingly gentle, almost teasing, until he slowly started to insert his thumb. The unexpected intrusion made me gasp. The slight discomfort was met with a warm, filling sensation. It was something I had never experienced, and the combined sensation of his thumb and the teasing of his cock made my head spin.

His deep chuckle resonated through the room, "So responsive. I knew you'd be a fun one, Emily." His voice was thick with lust, and the dominant edge to it sent another wave of tingles through my body. Every nerve ending felt alive, hypersensitive to his every touch and movement.

John's free hand held onto my hip, grounding me, while his thumb continued to delve deeper into my tight confines. The pressure grew more insistent as he worked it in and out, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.

"Tell me, Emily," John's voice was a seductive whisper in my ear, "have you ever had anything in this tight little hole before?"

I couldn't help the whimper ...