Jeannie awoke slowly, stretching her lithe, sleek body on the silky, sensual satin sheets. Another frustrating day was about to begin. She had been stuck in this bottle for so many centuries. She was one horny little genie and was getting frustrated with getting herself off every night. (Not that, that wasn't fun) While she loved making love to her magnificent body, something was missing. A fun partner, male or female did not matter, just hot, wet sex. What she really missed was a good, hard, throbbing cock.
But, that was what was so frustrating. Her most recent master, Maj. Nelson, Major Anthony Nelson, seemed like the most perfect one to satisfy her cravings. He was young and in great shape with the longest, hardest cock she had ever viewed. It looked about 8 inches, cut with the largest head and very thick. She creamed just thinking about it.
And that was the trouble, she could only dream about it since Major Nelson, Anthony she sighed, was not even thinking of her as a woman with woman's needs. To him, she nothing but a magic machine, to turn on or off as needed
She thought back to the day her bottle had been found on the beach by Anthony. She had been so horny. When Anthony had rubbed the bottle and Jeannie saw her new master for the first time, she thought, wow. This is going to be fun.
She knew from her past masters that one thing they always (if they were male and some females as well) wished for would be sex and often sex with her. She always worked hard to please her masters and boy did she please her masters. A genie with hundreds of years to practice and many masters to practice with, had made her a very accomplished genie in the sex department.
Jeannie knew that she was a very beautiful woman. With her long blond hair, full and firm breasts, curvy hips and a very tight cunt with a natural blond thatch (sometimes clean shaven) at her pussy. Jeannie's face was lovely with pouting, sensuous red lips that just looked like they were made for sucking cock or pussy (something she just loved to do as often as possible.)
Unfortunately, Anthony was not acting like a typical master at all. His friend Maj. Healy, looked like he wanted to fuck her at the drop of his hat, (he looked like he could be a fun fuck too) but Anthony seemed to be totally oblivious to her needs and her charms. God that man was so frustrating.
She has hinted so many times about how she could make his every dream come true and nothing. He treated her like a piece of the furniture. Never expressing any desire for her. There was nothing wrong with his sexual abilities. She often secretly watched him and his many girlfriends having sex, as she masturbated furiously, and she was very impressed by his abilities as well as his magnificent cut, 8" cock. What he could do with that man meat was amazing but never with her.
She was beginning to wonder what was wrong with her. Anthony had never seen her nude as she was always in "uniform" and he had never asked her to be in anything else or even nude. Anthony was becoming very comfortable with her around, to the point where he wasn't bothered being nude when she popped in every now and then to check up on his needs.
He was also jerking that magnificent cock more and she just loved the way he shot his cum so far on his chest. He surprised her, one day, by licking his cum off his had and seemed to enjoy the taste. She was wondering if he might be bi. Wouldn't that be amazing! "Ohhh, the possibilities in that" she thought. But, she seemed to be getting no closer to finding out that when she first got out of her bottle.
So here she was, lying on her couch in the privacy of her bottle. She was one frustrated Genie and one hot genie as she slowly moved her hands along her sleek body, cupping here firm breast, pulling on her large sensitive nipples. She tugged each nipple in turn to her mouth as she licked each hard sensitive point in turn. Jeannie visualized Tony as he serviced one of his many girlfriends. The image of his hard body and stiff prick sawing back and forth in some juicy hot cunt was almost more than she could stand.
She moaned and moved her finger lower to her blond thatch. Her cunt was on fire and leaking cunt cream just thinking about Anthony and that rigid cock of his. She could just feel him filling her as she slowly separated the folds of her hot, wet dripping pussy lips. Her back arched, as she seemed to feel Tony's man flesh slowly enter her steaming hole, his full heavy balls, slapping against her hot ass.
She fingered her hole with one hand while she softly rubbed her clit with the other. Her clit was engorged and erect and almost as large as a little cock and as sensitive. She started to rub harder and faster as she moved closer to her climax, moaning Anthony's name and rolling side to side as she humped here hips upward in more frenzied movement as her fingers drove deeper into her wet cunt.
Finally, with a shriek of pure pleasure and release, she came with body shattering convulsions of lust. Her climax was so strong that she almost passed out with the pleasure. Slowly, she calmed as her chest ceased heaving and her breathing returned more to normal. The smell of hot cunt was everywhere and she almost drifted off to sleep when she leap off the couch, as if zapped by a thread of electricity at the inconvient summons from Anthony.
Breathing hard, she instantly jumped up, magically cleaning herself, dressed and blinked herself into Anthony's presence.
"You called master?" Jeannie signed as she breathed deeply and hoped Tony didn't detect the hot scent of her still dripping cunt, as Tony finished drying himself after his morning shower. Tony had gotten so used to having Jeannie around and not thinking of her as even being female that he had recently become so causal about dressing that he often forgot about being nude in her presence. "After all Jeannie was just a genie. It wasn't as if she were a real woman", Tony thought.
