How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... you want, John," she murmured, avoiding my gaze.

Stretching my arms out, I let out a yawn, hiding the smirk playing on my lips. The power dynamics at play were intoxicating, and the idea of continuing this game in public was too tempting to resist. "Come on, ladies," I beckoned, "Let's get dressed and head out. I'm in the mood for some pancakes."

Stepping into the bedroom, I began rummaging through the clothes we'd picked up the other day. A sly grin crossed my face as I retrieved two particularly risqué sun dresses, holding them up for appraisal. Jeanie and Emily, freshly showered, stood hesitantly by the door, watching me.

"These are what you'll be wearing," I said, tossing one to Jeanie and the other to Emily. Jeanie caught hers with a resigned sigh, while Emily's face turned a shade redder, her eyes widening.

"Uhm, John," Emily began nervously, twirling a strand of her wet hair, "Do you have, like, underwear or something I can wear under this?"

I chuckled, looking at her with mock surprise. "Underwear?" I echoed, my tone dripping with mischief. "Why would you need that?"

Emily fidgeted, the young girl in her evident, "Well, I mean... it's kind of... you know... revealing."

Jeanie looked on, her expression inscrutable, but I could sense the slight tension in her posture. She had been through this with me before.

I approached Emily, tilting her chin up to look her in the eyes. "Fuck underwear and bras," I whispered, letting my fingers trace her ...

... collarbone. "I want everyone to see just how gorgeous those tits of yours are. And as for underwear... well, I want easy access, just in case."

Emily swallowed, her breath quickening, "But... but everyone will see... It's too... too much."

"I think that's the point," I murmured, circling her, taking in the sight of her still dripping wet body. "You two are going to be the center of attention."

Jeanie finally spoke up, her voice steady, "Emily, it's okay. It might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it. Trust me."

Emily looked from Jeanie to me, her internal battle evident in her eyes. Finally, she whispered, almost defeated, "Okay... I'll do it. But only because you're asking me to."

I smirked, pleased with the power I wielded. "That's my girl."

The early morning sun bathed the city in a soft golden hue, its light reflecting off skyscrapers and filtering through the trees. There was a gentle hum of activity as the city slowly woke up.

My body felt weary after the night's events, a night of pleasure and power. I could see the weight of it on both Emily and Jeanie's faces. Jeanie, in particular, had an expression of resigned acceptance.

"Jeanie," I said, drawing her attention, "make us feel well rested. Like we got a whole 12 hours of sleep last night."

Without a word, Jeanie closed her eyes and focused. A second later, a wave of rejuvenation washed over us. The heaviness in my limbs evaporated, and I could see the fatigue melt away ...