Note: this is just a bit of a goof that I banged out one night. It's a lot more sarcastic than most of my other stories.
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So, here's the thing. This is the point where the story teller gives you a bunch of back story before all the good stuff happens. Like it makes the story any more respectable if you have a bunch a crap about the characters feelings and shit. If you're like me, I usually skip that part of the story. Well, I'm not gonna waste your time or mine with it so we'll move on to the part of the story you are here for.
"I didn't know there were female genies," I said to the vision before me. "Especially not redheaded one."
She truly was a vision. Her hair was a deep red, and flowed in loose curls down to the middle of her back. She wore very little. Really it was just a few pieces of very shear silk wrapped around her in very interesting ways. It barely covered the nipples of her large breasts, which poked out against the almost see through fabric.
"Of course there are," she giggled at me, which made her breasts giggle oh so nicely. "Where do you think you get baby genies from?"
"Oh yeah, I guess you're right about that." I turned a little red with embarrassment over my mental blunder, but really how well would your brain work if you were polishing some old lamp you found and a half naked, gorgeous woman popped out of it?
"So, I'm guessing you know the drill, you get three wishes, no asking for extra wishes. You can't ask for magical powers of your own. And I can't do anything that would cause a paradox, like going back in time and killing your grandfather before your father was conceived."
"Do you really get asked to do that last one?"
"Ever since you humans invented science fiction, I get the occasional nerd that will ask me that just to see what will happen."
Now, here comes some more boring shit that you really don't want to read. I give her my first two wishes, yada yada yada, and now I have everything I could ever wish for. Now it's time for the good one.
I thought for a while about what to use my last wish for, and the genie must have started to get bored waiting for me to answer because she sat down on my recliner, and started flipping through a magazine. She turned to a page with celebrity news and laughed out loud.
"What's so funny," I asked.
"You see this one here," she said as she turned the magazine around so I could see who she was talking about. "The one with big ass? She's one of my past clients."
"So that's how a person with no talents whatsoever can be so rich and famous?"
"Yep."
She went back to reading the magazine, and I had a great view up the wrap she wore around her waist. They must not have had razors back in the ancient Arabian peninsula back when she was created, but apparently they did have scissors, because it was nicely trimmed up. This knocked an idea loose in my head.
"Do you grant sexual wishes," I asked.
Her eyes lit up and she sat up in the chair. "Oooh, I love those. What do you have in mind?"
I told her about how there was a certain way that I liked to masturbate. A way that was really slow, and felt really good. A way that, in theory, could keep me from orgasming for hours, but that I always lost control and made myself come way too soon. I think the longest I ever made it was 15 minutes. I told her that I always wanted to have someone else do it for me so that I could see what it's like to feel that for a long time, but I was too embarrassed to ask any of my past girlfriends. I was too afraid they would think I was weird.
"So, do you think you could do that for me?"
"You bet!" She seemed really interested.
So I made my final wish, and she snapped her fingers. The next thing I knew, I was in my bedroom, which was looking a lot more ritzy thanks to a previous wish, and lying on my bed naked. The genie was standing next to the bed, still clothed. Knowing that I needed to be really aroused before she could start, she started to do a fabulous strip tease for me. Even though she wasn't wearing much to begin with, she certainly took her time to take it all off. By the time she was done, I was rock hard, but still not quite ready yet, so she pushed me onto my back, and climbed onto the bed, and then onto my face. This is so much better than watching porn for this, I thought to myself.
As I dug into my meal of genie snatch, part of a nutritious breakfast kids, she leaned down and gently started stroking my balls. Her pussy tasted both sweet and tart, like fresh blackberries, and as I licked her, she made the most adorable cooing noises. Then she got a feather from somewhere, she probably conjured it up, and started stroking my dick up and down with it. Every time the feather touched the head of my dick, it would jump up, like it was trying to get more pressure from it.
We stayed like this, me eating the most delicious pussy in the world, and her slowly feathering my cock and balls, until she squeezed my head between her lovely thighs. Her mane of red hair flew backwards in an arc as she threw her head back and screamed as the orgasm hit her. I rubbed her ass, and licked her lightly as she came down.
Back on Earth, she jumped off me and I see what has become of my member. It was swollen harder than I had ever seen it, and it was leaking huge amounts of precum. I was ready to go.
