How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... commented, admiring my newly minted physique in the mirror.

Stripping off my boxers, my gaze then turned to the one thing that had to be enhanced next.

"Pay attention," I instructed the genie, formulating the desired specifications in my mind. "When flaccid, my cock should measure 6" long and one and a half inches thick. When erect, extend it to 8" in length and two and a half inches in thickness. And increase the size of my balls and sac threefold."

After a moment's hesitation, she simply responded, "Yes, Master."

Watching my flaccid member expand was a spectacle that spurred my imagination, and soon I was standing at full mast.

"Finally," I continued, in awe of my upgraded manhood, "enhance my stamina, and give me the power to decide when I climax."

She nodded once again, affirming, "As you wish, Master."

Now fully transformed, I turned to face her, "So, what's your verdict?"

"I-its significantly larger than before," she replied, her tone hinting at unease.

"Good enough for now," I retorted. "I suppose you are not a virgin, are you?"

"Actually, I am, Master," she confessed. "Each time a new master summons me from the lamp, my physical body is recreated anew."

"I see," I acknowledged, intrigued. "So, can you alter your own physical form?"

"Yes, Master," she confirmed.

"Excellent," I continued, a wicked idea taking shape in my mind, "I want all of your openings to accommodate my enlarged member comfortably."

"Thank you for ...

... considering my comfort, Master," she responded, a smile tugging at her lips for the first time in a while. "It is done."

"Great," I rejoiced, "Now, can you experience physical sensations like a normal woman?"

"Yes, Master," the genie affirmed, "I do."

"Alright," I declared, nodding in approval.

The genie, standing in front of me, was a sight to behold. I moved around her, taking in her youthful allure, a stunning vision of beauty and desire.

"Undress," I ordered, my voice firm. "Now."

As I continued my circumspect walk around her, she began to remove her garments, the ethereal glow of her pristine skin coming to light with each passing moment.

With a graceful motion, she peeled off her gauzy gown, unveiling her perfectly proportioned breasts. They were like two impeccable, gravity-defying orbs, adorned with cherry-red peaks that stood at attention.

As she slid her gown down past her hips, I was pleasantly surprised to see her lower body as smooth and hairless as a pearl.

Stepping out of the fallen fabric, she stood there, gloriously naked, her flawless figure presented for my perusal.

Eventually, I stopped my circuitous walk in front of her. My hands found their way to her shoulders, then gradually traced the curve of her back, coming to rest on her pert buttocks, appreciating the firm, smooth texture.

Her eyes met mine, sparking a wild fire of desire. My hands journeyed upwards from her firm ass, skimming her sides, until they cupped her breasts, which ...