How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... commanding tone. "Jeanie," he ordered, "Stand up. Now."

Jeanie hesitated for just a fraction of a second, her eyes hard and defiant, before she obeyed. Water cascaded off her body as she rose gracefully from the depths of the hot tub. Her skin gleamed under the ambient light, her beauty ethereal and otherworldly. She moved to the edge of the tub, presenting her rear to John, an act that felt almost sacrificial in nature.

"Come here," John instructed me, nodding toward Jeanie. I hesitated for a split second, the gravity of what was being asked of me making my heart race. As I moved closer, the warmth from Jeanie's body and the sight of her vulnerability bolstered my courage. Our eyes met, her expression softening slightly, as if silently communicating a mutual understanding of the situation.

As our lips met, I was taken aback by the softness, the unfamiliarity of it all. It wasn't like any kiss I had experienced before. Jeanie's lips were gentle, consoling almost, as if trying to offer a form of solace amidst the chaos. As our mouths melded together, I felt John's hands on Jeanie, caressing her rear, reminding us both of our positions in this scenario.

It was a kiss born out of a bizarre combination of coercion and comfort. Though the circumstances were twisted, there was an undeniable connection between Jeanie and me. In that moment, the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, blurred, creating an experience that was as confusing as it was ...

... intense.

The surreal nature of the situation was only amplified by the sounds of water splashing behind Jeanie. My senses were overwhelmed, the gentle caress of her lips contrasting sharply with the unmistakable sounds of John taking her from behind.

Every thrust of John's hips sent a jolt through Jeanie, the force propelling her forward, her face pushed even harder against mine. The resulting friction between our mouths was a combination of sweet and rough, and I tasted blood where she'd unintentionally bitten my lip. The slight pain from the bite only added to the whirlwind of sensations.

Pulling back a little, I had a clear view of the scene playing out before me. Jeanie's normally serene face was contorted with a mix of pleasure and pain. Her full breasts, glistening with hot tub water, swayed with every powerful thrust, the rhythmic motion almost hypnotic. It was impossible to ignore the raw carnality of it all, and the fact that I was a central part of this scene only added to the intoxication.

John's grunts of pleasure provided a steady background to Jeanie's more vocal expressions of both delight and distress. The power dynamics at play were crystal clear: John was in control, and both Jeanie and I were merely tools for his pleasure.

Yet amidst all the domination, there was a strange sense of camaraderie between Jeanie and me. In our shared vulnerability, there was a bond, an understanding that words couldn't encapsulate. Every moan, every shiver, every ...