How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... within me, a constant reminder of the bind we were both in.

John's voice dripped with a perverse pleasure. "Jeanie," he began, drawing out my name, "I want you to taste Emily."

I could feel Emily's apprehension, heightened by the exposure of her vulnerable position. Every emotion that pulsed through her seemed to magnify in me. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, mixed with the warmth of arousal.

Moving between Emily's widely spread legs, I took a deep breath, catching her scent. Her body trembled slightly beneath me. My fingers delicately brushed her inner thighs, and I could feel a jolt run through her - and through me.

I leaned in, hesitating for just a moment to share a quick, comforting look with her. Then, slowly, I began to explore her with my tongue. Each gentle lap and teasing flick echoed sensations within my own body. It was an odd sensation - pleasuring another while simultaneously feeling the same pleasure.

Emily's muffled moans grew more fervent, and with each passing moment, the combination of our shared sensations heightened my own arousal. The room was filled with a symphony of pleasure, her muffled moans harmonizing with the wet sounds of my mouth against her.

John watched intently, clearly savoring every second of the scene before him. Every once in a while, he'd make a snide comment or directive, ensuring that he remained the puppeteer controlling the strings of our performance.

However, beneath the layer of humiliation and ...

... dominance, the intimacy between Emily and me grew. There was a silent understanding, a bond of shared experience that, in a twisted way, was bringing us closer together amidst the chaos of John's desires.

John roughly pulled me away from Emily, breaking the intimate moment we shared. His imposing figure cast a shadow over both of us, his lust evident in his eyes and the rigidity of his stance.

Holding up the dildo, nearly the same size as his own impressive length, he smirked. "My turn," he declared, his voice thick with anticipation.

I felt Emily's dread intensely, magnified by my own shared sensations. Both of our breaths came out in sharp, erratic patterns as John approached her. With the dildo in one hand and his other hand running up her inner thigh, he leaned in, his face mere inches from hers.

"You've enjoyed Jeanie's touch, haven't you?" John taunted, brushing the tip of the dildo against Emily's wetness, making her shiver. "Let's see if you enjoy this just as much."

For a moment, everything seemed to freeze, the tension palpable. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, John began to slide the toy inside Emily. The moans that escaped her, muffled by the gag, resonated within me as I felt every stretch, every movement just as she did.

Emily's eyes squeezed shut, her face a blend of pain and pleasure. The sensations, though intense, began to take on a rhythmic quality, a dance of give and take between her body and John's actions.

John continued to play ...