How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... much fun with this," I mused, my voice dripping with anticipation. The possibilities of their shared sensations were endless, and I relished the thought of what was to come.

The rest of breakfast proceeded with an electric tension. Every movement, every touch, was amplified for the two women. The clink of silverware, the gentle touch of fingers brushing against the tablecloth, even the warmth of the coffee cup against their palms. It was a symphony of shared sensations.

As we finished up, I took care of the bill and stood up, motioning for the two to follow. The day was just beginning, and with this newfound connection between Jeanie and Emily, the possibilities seemed endless. I was in control, and the world was my playground.

We walked through the luxurious lobby of the condo building, our footsteps echoing on the polished marble floor. The soft chandelier lights glinted off the various art pieces, setting a tranquil atmosphere. But the tranquility was soon disrupted when Emily suddenly froze, her face draining of color.

Ahead, her parents stood, dressed in their usual affluent attire. Her mother's face immediately twisted into a mix of confusion and horror upon seeing her daughter. "Emily!" she exclaimed, her eyes darting from Emily's dress to me and then to Jeanie.

"Mom... Dad..." Emily stammered, caught off guard. She had hoped to avoid this encounter.

Her father's stern face showed his displeasure. "What are you wearing?" he boomed. "This isn't like ...

... you, Emily!"

Emily's defiance was evident. "I can wear what I want, Dad," she shot back, her voice shaky.

The mother took a step closer, her voice soft but with an edge to it, "We had a lovely dinner just last night. We thought you were coming back home. And now you're... dressed like this?"

Before Emily could respond, I stepped forward, my domineering presence overshadowing the situation. "Emily's been spending time with Jeanie and me," I began casually, locking eyes with Emily's father. "She's thinking about moving in with us."

The silence that followed was deafening. Her parents exchanged shocked glances, clearly not expecting this revelation.

"You've got to be kidding," Emily's father finally responded, his voice dripping with disdain. "You are not taking our daughter from us."

Emily's mother’s eyes welled up with tears. "Emily, why are you doing this to us? What's gotten into you?"

Before Emily could reply, I interjected again, reveling in the control I held over the situation. "It's Emily's choice, not yours. She's an adult, and she can make her own decisions."

Emily's defiance resurfaced as she glared at her parents, "I can do what I want, and maybe... maybe I need a change. Maybe I'm tired of you guys controlling every aspect of my life."

Her mother, tears streaming down, reached out to touch Emily's arm, "Please, let's go upstairs and talk about this. I just want to understand."

But with a swift motion, Emily pulled away, her eyes locked ...