A huge thank you is owed to everyone for their encouragement and advice. Another thank you goes out to my editor
ghostdaddy27
for his assistance and catching my little whoopsies.
And now, I welcome you all to the next piece in John's story.
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John woke feeling a little better with his head resting on the table. Grimacing a little from a still neck, he sat up and rubbed his face. As he reached for his now luke-warm coffee, the most beautiful voice spoke from behind him.
"I see my Master has awoken."
John yelped in surprise and jumped almost three feet into the air. As he turned and came down, his foot caught against the chair and he fell flat on his back, cracking his head against the ground. Staring at the ceiling for a few moments, he amused himself by counting the stars he saw. He shook his head to clear it and looked to where the voice came from.
His eyes fell on the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
"Who the hell are you?" John demanded. "How'd you get in here?"
The woman lowered her head as she spoke.
"I am your Genie Servant. You opened my vessel."
"Genie?" he scoffed.
"Yes, Master."
John took a moment to actually look at her. She had fiery red hair that curled gently, pale skin and a toned, lightly curved body. He had to guess a bit because she was wearing thin clothing one would see on the old, crappie Genie shows.
"Prove it," John demanded.
"Your wish is my command, Master," she said softly.
"
Damn
," he thought. "
She's got one HELL of a voice."
Out loud, he said, "I wish for a pound of solid gold on the table."
She seemed to hunch into herself a little. "I am sorry, Master. I should have explained my limitations. I cannot grant that wish. Punish me as you see fit."
"What the fuck?" He shook his head and stood. "I'm not going to punish you. Please, let's go sit on the couch and talk."
He held his hand out to her. She tentatively took it and gracefully rose to stand eye to eye with him, which surprised him a little as 6'3". A shy smile slowly blossomed on her bow-shaped lips. Unable to resist, he glanced down and had to make sure he didn't start drooling over what he estimated were E-cup breasts. Quickly, his eyes snapped up to see her smothering a mischievous grin. He grinned sheepishly back as he looked into her emerald eyes.
Turning, he led her to the couch and sat as she sat on the cushion next to him, legs nearly touching.
John had to clear his throat twice before he could speak. "So what are these supposed 'limitations' that you mentioned?"
"Well, Master," she began. John raised a hand, interrupting her.
"Please, don't call me 'Master'," John said with a pained look. "My name is John."
"As you wish Mast...John," She grimaced. "That will be difficult as it goes against my nature."
"Your nature?"
"I was created to be a gift to a powerful man of great wealth or importance that found favor with a Genie King. I would have been his first wife, or at least in charge of his harem to keep his other wives ready for him or one of his favored guests."
John blinked in surprise. "Harem?"
She nodded vigorously, causing interesting things to happen under her translucent clothes.
"Yes. It's my function to grant my Master's ever sexual fantasy and wishes."
"Such as?" John asked as he leaned back to look at her again, a slight bulge appearing in his slacks.
She noticed and gave him a shy, mischievous smile. "For one, I can help you take care of that."
He raised an eyebrow as his hands moved to unzip his slacks. "Alright, prove to me that you're a Genie and, as you said, 'take care of it for me'."
Her smile was like the sunrise as her eyes flashed gold for a moment and he felt a tingle somewhere behind his eyes. He blinked and realized he was suddenly naked.
"Wait, what the HELL was that?" he demanded.
"What was what?" she replied in confusion.
"Your eyes flashed and my head tingled." He was getting a little nervous now as he realized this might not be some kind of sick joke.
She cocked her head to one side in confusion and it happened again. Flash. Tingle. He almost jumped off the couch. Her expression crumpled into fear as she disappeared and reappeared back on her knees, head bowed, in front of him.
"Forgive me, Master," she said, near to tears. "I didn't explain more fully. I am ready for punishment."
He blinked in surprise again as that trick sank home and for a few moments; he kept glancing from where she was and where she had been. Then he noticed she was trying to suppress her trembling. Moving carefully and slowly, so he didn't scare her, he dropped to his knees with her and gently raised her head to look at him.
"We can talk about 'punishments' later," he said with an evil smirk. "For now, just explain. This is a lot for me for me to take in at once. I thought you were a prank by some friends trying to cheer me up."
Tingle. Flash.
Her eyes went wide as she silently mouthed 'oh' when she finally understood his meaning.
"Now, would you please get up?" he asked gently. "Let's sit back on the couch and you can explain things. I'm just surprised, not upset."
Her eyes flashed again as she smiled and he was indeed back on the couch, although she wasn't entirely. He was lying length-wise across it and she was straddling his hips. His flagging penis immediately reversed itself and a slow, dreamy smile blossomed on her beautiful face as she certainly noticed. When she spoke again, her voice had taken on the husky timbre of arousal.
"What shall I explain, Master?
His cock twitched and he struggled to remember as he drank in her perfectly curvaceous but that was apparently designed for sin. She grinned as she saw him stutter a couple times before he found his voice again.
