How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... the night, a testament to the intensity of the release.

John wasn't far behind. With a final deep thrust and a groan of satisfaction, I felt him spill inside me, the warmth of his release mingling with mine. We clung to each other, spent and panting, the aftershocks of our shared pleasure still coursing through our veins.

Gradually, the intensity of the moment faded, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion. John held me close, our breaths syncing as we came down from the high. The quiet serenity of the moment was a stark contrast to the whirlwind of passion that had just consumed us.

John's cock lingered inside me, the warmth and fullness a stark reminder of the intensity of what had just transpired. Even as my mind churned with a mix of guilt, shame, and pleasure, my body ached for that fullness, for the satisfaction it brought.

John's gaze drifted to Jeanie, who had been silently observing from the opposite end of the hot tub. The ethereal glow from the underwater lights reflected off her eyes, masking her emotions, but I could feel the tension in the air.

"Jeanie," John's voice sliced through the silence, his tone both teasing and pointed, "You've been awfully quiet over there. Everything okay?"

Jeanie's eyes held a fire, a mix of anger and helplessness. She was bound by her very nature to obey John, and the reality of her situation was clearly weighing on her. "I'm here, John," she replied curtly, avoiding direct eye contact. Her voice held an edge, but it ...

... was laced with a resignation that spoke volumes.

John, seemingly unfazed, smirked, his fingers gently tracing my thigh. "Good. Just checking," he responded nonchalantly.

Without warning, he gripped my waist and lifted me off of him, setting me down beside him in the tub. The sudden absence of his presence within me was stark, the emptiness profound. The cold air hit my wet skin, making me shiver, both from the temperature change and the sensation of vulnerability.

As the water sloshed around us, I wrapped my arms around my knees, pulling them close. I felt exposed, used, and yet, there was an undeniable craving, a yearning that gnawed at me from within. I stole a glance at Jeanie, trying to find solace or understanding in her gaze, but she remained distant, lost in her own tumultuous thoughts. The weight of the evening pressed down on us all, a palpable tension that left no room for words.

I felt a shiver of uncertainty ripple through me. John's possessive words, referring to me as his "pet", filled me with a mixture of dread and dark anticipation. It was a title that was both demeaning and strangely enticing, making me wonder if this was just another layer of the twisted game he was playing.

Jeanie and I exchanged a brief, searching look. It was clear that neither of us had any say in the matter. My inexperience was written all over my face, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension.

Seeing my hesitation, John's voice took on a more ...