The Genie in the Lamp
Part 2 (bi)
Prologue
Nora was breathing heavily in the kitchen as she rubbed the old lamp, "For my second wish I want him to be a perfect physical specimen - a real man's man."
No smoke emerged from the lamp. No genie appeared. But Nora just knew her wish would come true like her first. She wondered what unexpected aspects of the wish would come true too. After all, she never thought she would enjoy dominating her husband when she wished he would become wildly successful. But somehow those two fates were inexorably linked.
Disappointed, yet hopefully anxious, she hid the lamp back in the cupboard. It had been the third time she'd tried to invoke the genie today and she was starting to doubt her own experience.
Suddenly struck by a desire to dominate him again she made her way to the bedroom to get ready. Was it the lamp or her own primal urges?
Approaching her husband as he labored at his desk she wore a black leather Mistress Maker and sported a huge new latex appendage in front that she was breathlessly waiting to try out.
Chapter 1
When I looked up from my writing she was wearing the wicked outfit I'd seen hanging in the closet, but suddenly there in front of my eyes was this gigantic floppy flesh colored dick which for just a second I thought was real. My heart jumped and I just knew my most treasured dream was about to be. Better than sucking the men at Pandora because this was a shared activity between my beloved Nora and myself.
The large rubbery schlong came closer as my lips parted ever so slightly of their own accord. Nora stroked my hair gently before roughly grabbing a handful to pull my mouth unexpectedly quickly onto the soft tube.
It forced its way between my yielding lips filling my oral cavity more than any real cock at the publishers had up to this point. The spongy end dabbed and teased my throat while my dear wife's smooth tummy caressed my forehead.
Rocking her womanly hips she plunged the artifice in and out with no regard for my comfort - though it wasn't bad at all. Then with a wheezing gasping of air I heard a ball pump even as I felt the dildo inflate and expand further into me.
Growing firmer it became a chore for her to fuck my face until she gave up, content to hold my impaled face tightly to her monstrously large fake organ. There was no breathing between thrusts, it just stayed still, lodged down my airway.
I was determined to last as long as she wanted me to or pass out trying. Nora tried her hardest to hiss mean words, but at best sounded slightly peeved, "I'm training you to take a really big manly cock since that's the only way you'll ever have one you little-dicked man."
My eyes watered, blurring my vision, and all I could do was nod in quiet acquiescence. I loved being dominated and relished the thrill it sent coursing through my quivering but smaller pole. With the top of her pretty foot she gave me a moderated kick to my dick and that's all it took. I swooned and fell over the orgasmic edge even as my body slumped on the verge of unconsciousness.
A moment or two later the stars cleared and my senses returned. Picking myself up from the floor I was shocked at the quantity
of cum I'd deposited on the wood planks and since orgasms were an integral part of our play I was quite pleased. Smiling weakly from my exertions I asked, "What else can I do for my mistress?"
She mulled it over for some time with the minutes marked by the slapping sounds of her cock abusing my radiant face.
"Lie here!" She commanded. Without any hesitation I prostrated myself on my back feeling the pool of jizz squishing under me, ready for whatever she had planned. What she had planned was my favorite activity: I stared gleefully as her ripe aromatic cunt was lowered to my waiting mouth.
I served her pussy with every lick and suck I knew. Then she turned around queening me reverse cowgirl so I could repeat each lick from the opposite point of view. Her cock bounced on my chest as frequently as my nose would find itself barely touching her splendid sphincter. I dared not ask but I could imagine the unfulfilled wish to have my lips abused by her anal ring.
Nora lifted her wet pussy from my face though my fears of an early end to our escapade were relieved when her fingers snaked in to rub her clit. I'd never witnessed such a lewd sight in all my life and it drove my lust to new depraved heights.
My eyes grew wide and my cock swelled but neither of these
prepared me for what came next. Rocking her hips away from me she lifted further away then plunged that massive artifice down my gullet in one merciless thrust.
My throat was filled again and even deeper from this angle, her wrists bumped my face as she roughly frigged herself inches above my eyes, and when she stiffened and climaxed on me, I shot my own needed load for the second time in as many hours.
Having recovered from her climax, Nora did her best to dominate me with her tone of voice. Then she got greedy, demanding that I perform all the chores around the house - in a french maid outfit. I loved the submission. I loved being forced to dress as a woman. The chores didn't seem fair. I complained but she cut me off rudely.
In the following weeks my sub-inspired stories flowed from my mind, through my fingers, and onto the page. My stories sold well, making Nora and my publisher very happy and proud while filling our bank account.
I found myself in constant meetings to go over new stories which only served to give the men there new ideas on how to make me suck their cocks. It also gave me a new appreciation for the many sizes, shapes, and colors that the male organ came in.
After the suckfests I was invited to the gym. Peter winked saying, "There's a lot of guys there who would really like you." And they did.
They guys encouraged me to take pills and shots to enhance my workout and quickly, in just months, my body transformed from pudgy and soft to hard and muscular. The men abusing my mouth liked me even better.
One day I was in the sauna practicing my highly developed cocksucking skills when a new guy started fondling my balls and dick.
There I was lying on my side while Carlos held my head firmly as he stuffed his fat sausage in my mouth. The tight grip of his powerful hands, the unrelenting way he pulled my head onto his pole, the continuous see-sawing of his rod across my tongue. I loved it all, and the added sensation of having someone touch my junk made it even better.
The dude crawled between my legs so I parted my thighs to allow room for him.
I'll never forget that first comment. He looked at me briefly before averting his gaze, "I love your big cock. Will you let me suck you? If I'm worthy?"
I was shocked but I enjoyed receiving the genital attention. I couldn't say a word the way Carlos was ramming back and forth. But I placed my hand behind the guy's neck and drew his lips to my previously ignored sexual organs.
The blowjob was sublime. The first one I'd had in several years. My hips thrust involuntarily and my knees shook as I soon shot streams of cum down the little Nancy's throat - giving me my turn to feel powerful.
Even my friend Peter noticed. He clapped me on the back in the showers later when we were cleaning up, "You've come a long way up the ladder Henry."
"Ladder? What ladder?"
"Hierarchy. Women have dominion over children and sissies. Men have dominion over women. Better men have dominion over weaker men. You, my friend, are no longer at the bottom."
Driving home I reflected on his words. I craved being sexually submissive to my wife. But I didn't want to wait for the blue moon events when Nora would allow me to suck her cunt. And I did want more blowjobs - from other men, but also from my wife too. And I didn't want to keep doing all the chores. In fact, it wasn't right and I shouldn't have to do them all.
Entering my home I found a very pretty Little Bo Peep sissy outfit waiting for me. I lifted it up admiring the satiny feel while dwelling on the sexual subservience I would engage in while wearing it. I pictured myself kneeling before a line of big cocked men when my lusty thoughts were intruded upon by a renewed desperation to cum inside my wife.
Nora yelled from the bedroom, "Come here and suck my cunt, Henry." Oh, happy day!
I donned the wimpy costume, "Coming, dear." I crawled between her legs, applying my lips and tongue to her bushy aromatic gash and I was in heaven. I lapped and licked the way she prefers, knowing that regardless of all the cocksucking I got to do at the publishers my favorite way to cum was still with an aroused and hot pussy plastered to my face.
In time I was rewarded by the feel of her twat contracting on my tongue as she achieved her first orgasm of the day. I wiped my wetted lips, "Should I put my dick in, or do you want me to jerk off while I lick you some more?" Then I added hopefully, "Maybe I'll lick your back door for the first time."
She scoffed then seemed bored, "Nah, I think we're done for now. You don't need to cum anyway. So go clean up all the dishes from yesterday's party before they get even more crusty." She picked up a nail file directing her attention to her fingers rather than to me, "And you'll never get anywhere near my back door so just forget about that."
Something she said flipped a switch in me. I couldn't hold back my frustrations any more. I ripped off my dress, then, as if possessed, I grabbed her smaller hands with my larger ones and dragged her into the kitchen. I didn't hurt her, but even kicking and yelling there was no way the slim woman could withstand the strength I was given as a normal man, "Ever since you quit your job I make all the money around here and you don't lift a finger. YOU'RE gonna wash all the dishes!" I turned to walk out then shot back, "And when you're done I'm gonna fuck you. I just need to decide which of your holes I'm going to use. So think hard about what you've done and prepare yourself."
Standing naked in our kitchen she gestured impotently with one hand ready to object, when something magical happened. Instead of arguing she stopped cold and with a gulp, spluttered, "Yes, Sir! Whatever you want."
Two hours later I was in my favorite recliner when she knelt demurely between my knees, "I'm done with the dishes and I'm available for you to use any of my holes."
"That's more like it. First, suck on this for a bit to warm me up. Then I'll let you make your case for why I should fuck one hole versus another. And in the end you'll be grateful for whatever I pick."
She bent to her task, sucking enthusiastically on my engorged cock, only stopping for a moment to comment, "Henry, your attitude is so sexy. And I don't remember your cock being this big."
She sucked some more then confessed, "I'm kinda dreading that you'll choose my butthole, but I've been such a cunt that I probably deserve that or any punishment you choose."
