Wishes
Copyright© 2026 by A Vulgar Man
Chapter 12: Genie
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 12: Genie - This is the story of a perfectly normal middle aged bachelor who, quite by accident, discovers a Genie. We discover, along with our hero, what it's like to have a Genie at his beck and call and how owning her changes him, his family and Genie herself.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Mind Control BiSexual Heterosexual Genie Magic Incest Uncle Niece Harem Anal Sex First Facial Oral Sex Safe Sex
Terri was sleeping peacefully on the bed, sprawled out on her back, a small half smile on her face. I peeked between her legs and was relieved to see that her little pussy looked just as I remembered it, smooth and tight and undamaged. Genie was sitting in the chair facing the window wall, her legs crossed and her face flushed to a rosy pink glow. She was having a drink, and she raised her glass with a questioning look on her face.
“God, yes!” I whispered. She nodded and there was a drink in my hand. I took a thirsty sip, and it felt and tasted marvelous going down. “Is she all right?” I whispered.
“She’s fine, Master,” Genie replied in a normal tone of voice. She noticed the look on my face and said, “Don’t worry, she can’t hear us. I doubt that an earthquake would wake her for the next few hours.”
I started to sit down, and then remembered my soaking wet shorts. I straightened up and set down my drink, and then stripped, using my shirt to clean myself off a little. Genie smiled and watched every move until I sat down.
“You seem to have a little problem there,” she said, nodding at my rampantly erect cock.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” I blushed, which was pretty silly. It wasn’t as if Genie hadn’t seen it before. “I’ve never been so horny in my life,” I confessed. “Watching that satyr ravish Terri through his eyes turned me on something wicked. I couldn’t feel a thing, though.”
She put her drink aside, stood up and stepped in front of me, and gazed down at me for a moment. And then she straddled my lap, sat down, leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips were hot and firm on mine, and then they parted and her tongue slid into my mouth. Without conscious thought, I found myself on my feet, my hands full of Genie’s perfect ass as she wrapped her legs around me. I could feel her lush, full breasts against my chest, and I swear that I could feel her nipples growing and hardening as we kissed.
Our kiss broke and she nibbled across my jaw to my ear and tongued it, doing everything just right, and driving me wild with lust for her. I started to carry her to another bedroom and I heard her voice in my head. ‘Here, Master! I will move Terri.’ I changed course and sat her on the edge of the now empty bed, and we kissed hungrily again. Genie pulled back as our kiss ended. She smiled into my eyes and asked, “May I do as I please when we make love?”
“Anything you want, sweetheart, if you think I’ll like it.”
“You want to see me first, yes?” she asked, with a sunny smile.
“Oh yes!” I answered. “Very much!”
“Step back then, Master, and see what you’re getting.” She giggled and swung her legs up onto the bed, and then rolled to the middle of it and lay on her side, her head propped up on her hand and her legs slightly bent, the classic pose for a woman lying down. She was wearing her usual harem girl outfit, a gauzy thing that was a dead ringer for the costume Barbara Eden wore in her TV show, I dream Of Jeannie, except that sometimes it was a little more opaque than at other times. She let me look for a few moments and then suddenly rolled back to the edge of the bed and stood up.
“I’ve changed my mind,” she said softly. She giggled again as my mouth fell open in dismay and added, “I think I’d rather have you undress me.”
It was perhaps the most sensual thing I’ve ever done, undressing her. I took my time, admiring, caressing and kissing every part of her as I stripped her. When I was done, I stepped back and looked at her, awestruck by her physical perfection. She smiled and fell into a model’s pose, one leg in front of the other, the forward leg bent at the knee. She was leaning back slightly from the waist, her hands on her hips, shoulders back, belly in and breasts out.
“My God!” I breathed. “You’re perfect! I can’t believe ... I’ve never seen ... My God!”
Genie was a shade over five and a half feet tall, and had long, elegant legs, beautifully tapered and shapely, that naturally led the eye up to her taut, heart shaped ass. Her belly was flat and smooth, her waist tiny and it flared out to her hips, unabashedly womanly hips. She had a prominent pussy, covered with a thick down of platinum curls that all but hid her labia. Her breasts were perfect, big, ripe teardrop shaped mounds that rode high on her chest, topped with plump, fat pink nipples. She had a slim, patrician nose, cool deep blue eyes and a wide and generous mouth with ruby red lips and straight white teeth, all under a thick mop of platinum blonde hair that fell carelessly around her oval shaped face to her shoulders.
“What would you like, Jerry?” she asked with a smile. “Think about the women you’ve seen and wished that you could take to bed. Would you like this instead?” Her hand waved and a dark, sultry brunette stood in her place, looking at me with smoldering eyes.
“Or this?” And suddenly, she was a voluptuous, fiery redhead, her emerald eyes gleaming with the promise of sensual delights to be discovered and savored.
“Or perhaps this.” And she was an ebony Goddess, from her elegant feet to the top of her raven-haired head, her dark eyes on mine as her tongue licked her ripe, plump lips. I was speechless, a starving man confronted with a table groaning with its load of delicious food, unable to decide what he wants to eat first.
“No? How about that little morsel that you have admired from afar but would never allow yourself to have?” And then she was the precocious thirteen year old from down the block, in the glorious full bloom of puberty. With her succulent, ripening tits, slim waist and her hard, round little butt, she was the image of the sweet little Lolita that enjoyed testing the weapons of her newfound sexuality on the nice man that lives up the street.
I closed my eyes and tried to swallow, my mouth gone dry from contemplating the bounty that was suddenly mine. I opened my eyes and shook my head. “You, Genie,” I said softly. “I want you.”
And my Genie was there again, an uncertain look on her face. “Master...”
“Jerry,” I said, interrupting her. “My name is Jerry. Not Master. Never again Master, if we do this.”
“Mas ... Jerry,” she said, correcting herself. “I ... I don’t know what you want!” For the first time I heard uncertainty in her voice.
I moved towards her, and when she didn’t back away, I took her in my arms and looked into her eyes. “I want the woman that I’ve just begun to know in little ways over the last week,” I whispered. “I want the woman who sat in my lap five minutes ago. I want the woman who had fun grocery shopping with me. I want the woman who laughed in delight because she caught a bigger fish than me.” I smiled at her. “I want the woman who modeled all her new clothes for me and then gleefully left me with the worst case of blue balls in the entire history of Mankind.”
Genie was looking up at me, her face as solemn as a little girl’s while she dressed her favorite doll. “I ... I’m not sure ... I don’t know who that woman is anymore,” she said. “I’ve been playing roles for so long ... I ... I’m afraid I may have forgotten who she is.”
“You know who she is,” I said confidently. “I’ve seen her a few times during this last week, when you forgot about being a Genie and were just yourself.”
“I was just...” She stopped and bit her lip, giving me a troubled look. “I was enjoying being treated as an equal,” she said slowly. “I was ... None of my Masters ever said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ to me, as you do. I was a servant to them, but I also frightened them. A servant that can wipe you out of existence is a frightening person to have around you, I think,” she said with a crooked little smile.
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