First story on here but long-time reader, so bear with me. Yes, this is a genie story. I feel the community hasn't done a genie series in a while, so here goes. If this does well, I'll consider writing sequels!
All characters are over 18 and older, blah, blah, blah, on with the show.
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It was a normal birthday, in all shapes and fashions. Regular cake, normal presents, same good experience, but something was missing this time. It was my 18th birthday and I still had no ass to my name. I was still a virgin. I mean, I had girlfriends, but they were either bat-shit crazy or prude, so there I sat on my 18th birthday, no final late-night gift to be given. So as the cake lie in front of me, I made my wish. A wish to be revealed much, much later.
Before we get to the rest of this, I might as well describe myself. My name is Alex, recently graduated from what I like to call Hell on Earth and eager to begin a new chapter at university. I have short, thick, blonde hair, a medium, muscular build from my football years, with a bit of fat in some unfavorable places that doesn't ever seem to go away. I'm six feet tall with an IQ of 150, although one or two concussions from football are sure to change that. I lived a pampered life despite my parents being below the poverty line while I was a child, but they always fed me, clothed me, got me presents for Christmas and my birthday, and most importantly, loved me. But enough of the sob story bull, we got a lot of backstory to go through yet.
Lucky for stories, we can fast forward this shit. Fast forward from April to August, the dark times are over from high school and I am on to college. It's the day my life changed irrevocably. I head to my orientation and check in, desperately needing a coffee from the local Dunkin' on campus, literally 50 feet away, but the orientation leaders whisk me away into the theater to start. So I sit there for a good 2 hours trying my best not to fall asleep. I'm the type of guy that if you don't let me drink something with caffeine in it before my day, I'm like a zombie. Another hour passes, we do some walking, and walk some more, and now I'm tired and hungry. At this point I'm usually like the trash can dude from Sesame Street on steroids, but somehow I hold my composure and wait it out another hour to eat. I stuff my face and we're all happy now, so we go back to get lectured again on how important it is to be a good little freshman and keep our grades up, all that bullshit.
Might I mention I missed the cut of full tuition by a single point on a standardized test, so I'm a little irked I'll have loans for a good 15 years after college. Anyway, orientation wraps up early for me because I have already got my classes, so I check out, FINALLY grab a fucking coffee, and I'm on my way out when I see the strangest thing. I walk over to it to investigate, and it's a neon-cobalt blue lava lamp, just sitting on a table, as if its waiting for someone to pick it up. Even with no cord to plug in, it somehow works on its own. I stare at it dumbly, not understanding why I'm captivated by it, but I shake it off, deduce its the caffeine withdrawal, and take it with me. I notice it is actually quite warm to the touch and seemingly vibrates under my hand. Again I shrug and put it into my complementary bag from the university, and head to my hotel to get ready to move in to dorms tomorrow.
As I sit down on my bed watching TV with a pizza, my mind draws me back to the lava lamp. I finish my pizza and pull it out from my bag and set it on my nightstand by the bed. Because it's so dark, when I pull out the lamp, my room is cast in a shadow of bristol blue. I lay down and stare at it, investigating the source of the bubbles and glowing cobalt light. I reach for it and take a closer look at the surface when I find a smudge of dirt on the side. I wipe it off with my hand, and instantly my world flashes and fades to black.
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"Hey... you okay there, big guy?" A feminine voice calls out from the darkness.
"Hnng... Wha... Who?" I attempt to ask from my uninvited slumber. I open my eyes, and I see the most beautiful face, a face you could never imagine. I notice her nationality; distinctly Irish. The first thing I am captivated by is her eyes: a deep aquamarine with a piercing black through the iris, and the most perfect, spotless white around the color. Her eyelashes are long and elegant, but not flashy. Her chocolate colored bangs drape over her small, frail eyebrows, concealing the emotion within them. She has high cheekbones with a hint of a rosy blush, as if flushed on a hot summer's day. Her freckles accentuate her looks, providing a constellation of brown stars to follow on her cheeks for days. Her nose is a long, cute button, and extends the constellation of her freckles and provides the perfect centerpiece, leading on to her plush, sexy lips that look like they could do some damage on a lollipop, not to mention an erection.
And if that wasn't enough, I follow her silky smooth hair over her shoulder and see it peek out from behind her hips, leading me to believe it trails all the way down to the top of her ass. Oh, and I might want to mention that this wonder of the world is completely and utterly rocking her birthday suit. With sun-kissed, tan skin and noticeably lighter gaps where a scandalous bikini would fit, I wouldn't be surprised if I died and went to heaven. Her perky 30FF breasts sit high on her narrow chest, making a trove of cleavage down her sternum, with pink, pencil-eraser-sized nipples sitting in slightly larger than quarter sized areolae, providing a perfect proportion to the magnificent boobflesh currently emblazoned in my memory. I force my eyes to move down her body, which narrows at her thin waist with her cute bellybutton, and widens as I follow her curves to her waspish hips and visibly pumped, pink, wet, and shaven pussy. Ending in seemingly a mile of athletic, shapely leg for her short 5'7" frame, I can't help myself but to drool a bit over this masterpiece.
A voice calls me out from my lust-induced stupor.
"You gonna ask me who I am or just stare at me all day? Honestly, I can do both. I can make the last part fun if you want."
Reasoning finally wakes me up.
"Umm, yeah, right... about that ..?"
"Welcome to your new life, Alex. I'm your genie."
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I take my time trying to wrap my head around just what the hell Papa Murphy's put in my pizza and where they got it from so I can go get it straight from the source. The buxom brunette simply struts around my hotel room, naked as the day she- well, I guess she wasn't born if she is a genie. Or maybe they are born somehow? Who knows, I get distracted. She turns around to look at some of my photos and I'll be damned if my jaw hasn't fallen off: her ass is tone, bubbly, and looks like she never missed a day without squats in her life. I see her thigh gap in between her tight apple booty and about pass out from my blood flow redirecting from my head to my lower head. I tell myself to focus and I clear my throat.
"So, um, I'm a little dumbfounded at this whole situation, so I'll let you start by just telling me about who- or what- you are."
She replies with a sexy smirk, "What's not to get? You've got a hot personal pinup as a genie and she's waiting on you to make your first wish. Seems like someone has confidence issues." She tweaks a nipple between her thumb and her forefinger.
I feel my tent in my shorts grow higher. That voice is just too sultry for my poor sausage to handle.
"Well, *ahem*, I would at least like to know a bit about you before we start. A good relationship should start with a good foundation, don't you think?" My voice wavers at the end of my sentence. I might just blow myself in my pants if she keeps up; her middle finger slowly circles her clit as she thinks of her reply.
"Well, I suppose you're right. I don't formally have a name, but you may name me whatever you wish. I am a personal djinn specifically tailored to match every lust and fetish you've ever had or ever will have. With me, you will be immortal, but not invulnerable. You won't die by natural causes, never age past twenty-five, and will always have me to protect you. And then there's the part where I can make nearly any wish you want to happen come true, with certain limitations, of course. More on that later."
She looks down from my perplexed face.
"I see someone wants to come out and play, huh? Big guy has a little friend?"
The throbbing down below answers her question better than any of my babbles could. She slowly climbs on all fours onto the foot of my bed with the look of a predator in her eyes, her breasts bouncing to and fro as she sashays that sweet ass toward her object of attention: the bobbing tent currently trying to cut off circulation to my legs and rip out of my shorts. This must be heaven, I keep telling myself. I have to be dead somehow.
Her hands work their way up my legs and her fingers around the button of my pants, deftly undoing the fly like she's done it her whole life and sensually sliding the waistband of my pants down, stopping at the base of my dick. She looks up at me.
