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I woke just a few hours later, when my phone alarm blasted out its tune. It was already 7:25 am. What the hell? I swiped the screen to dismiss the warning when the alarm note popped up.
Work 8:30 – 12:30.
“Ah crap.”
I tried to move but was trapped by Amara, who held my arm tight to her chest. My right hand was lightly holding one of her large breasts. My morning wood snugly nestled between the perfect globes of her ass.
I enjoyed the naked embrace for a few moments longer while I fully woke up. The revelations of yesterday still felt kind of like a fantasy. If not for the real and impossibly gorgeous genie in my bed, I would have thought it was just a dream. It wasn’t just yesterday that felt unreal. The past few days had been unbelievable.
I’m almost still expecting to wake up. It would be the day before Christmas, and I would still have all my shopping to do. It was crazy that despite knowing her for less than 24 hours, Amara already felt like an integral part of my life.
With everything going on, I had completely forgotten I was due back at work today. I had started a job in a retail store just a few weeks after I turned 16. A friend who already worked there recommended it, and I thought, why not? It was a bit of extra cash.
Mom gave me and my sisters “pocket money”, but it was never really enough to enjoy. I only worked 16 hours a week, split into 4 4 hour shifts, but it paid enough to allow me a little more financial freedom.
I worked in the stockroom, unloading and unpacking the new shipments before taking them to wherever they needed to be on the shop floor. Pretty simple work, and the pay wasn’t half bad. It would never make me rich but gave me more freedom from relying on mom. Despite having a bank balance well into seven figures, she was still very conservative with her money.
She always made sure my sisters and I had what we needed, but she never spoiled us. I was unlikely to see any of those millions until it became my inheritance.
Reluctantly and with care, I pulled away from Amara. She protested briefly before giving me a smug smile and pulling the cover back over herself. Alright, for some. As much as I would love to stay in bed and spend the day discovering all her sex genie talents, I had responsibilities.
Finally awake enough to function as a human being, I stumbled out of my room into the bathroom and took a selfishly long shower. I could have just had Amara make me clean, but I liked the feel of the steaming hot water hitting my skin. It helped wash away the last dregs of sleep, relaxing my shoulder and neck muscles and giving my skin a pink hue.
I was pretty surprised at just how awake I felt. By the time Amara had finished her history lesson, and we had fallen asleep, it had got late. I only had about three hours of sleep, but amazingly, I felt better than ever. Was it the extra sexual energy, or was it more of the physical changes that came about from being linked to a genie? Either way, I felt great.
Imagine you’ve just finished a killer set at the gym. You had a great session breaking all your personal bests. You have that pumped-up feeling from the adrenaline and increased blood flow. It’s like that but without the fatigue and fear of the morning after lock-up of muscles. It wasn’t just physical. I also felt mentally empowered.
Everything just seemed straightforward and sharper. I think with a few hours of study, I could ace all my exams and graduate early. That might actually be a good idea.
Back in my room, I stood naked in front of the mirror and checked myself out. It might have just been wishful thinking, but I was sure there was more muscle definition than before. My biceps and chest looked bigger. My abs seemed firmer. I noticed that even my calf muscles were looking slightly bigger.
As I was indulging my vain side, Amara stepped up behind me and slid her arms under mine. She ran her silky soft hands over my chest, all while pressing her bare breasts into my back and laying soft kisses on my neck. The feel of her full, perfect tits pushing against me, and the caress of her hands brought my dick to life. It stood tall and proud, demanding attention, and Amara was happy to slide her hands lower and oblige.
I guess I could indulge a little. I still had time. Besides, the responsibilities that kept me from indulging earlier now included Amara.
I groaned as she used both hands to stroke my cock. Her lips were laying soft kisses along my shoulder. She slipped around me, never letting go of my cock. Rising onto her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to mine in a volcanic kiss that made my toes curl.
Her hands moved to fist in my hair as I pulled her hips against mine. Her tits, warm and soft against my chest. Her nipples formed into hard little points.
“Let me serve you, Master,” she purred seductively in my ear.
I loved the way her exotic accent sounded. Every time she called me “Master,” it made my cock throb. Her legs folded as she knelt before me with a single fluid movement.
Her lips curled into a sultry smile, her golden eyes glowing. Her soft tan lips pursed, gently kissing the very tip of my cock. With a slow, smooth movement, her lips parted, and she took my cock to the root. Her eyes never left mine as her throat stretched to accommodate my girth.
The twins had natural cock sucking talent. Lauren shared that natural aptitude, but combined that with experience. Amara, however, Amara took it to a whole new level. Although once human, she had been changed. Improved. Designed to be the perfect sexual being.
The talent with which she used her mouth, tongue and throat to please me was otherworldly. Even with her lips sealed tight around the base of my cock, her head not moving, her throat worked my cock.
The hot wet sheath of her throat squeezed, stroked and sucked at my cock. It was like she had perfect control over every millimetre of her throat. My hips thrust uncontrollably as she somehow focused on the sensitive, flared head. A thin, tight ring of her throat sliding back and forth over the cluster of nerves.
“Oh, fucking hell baby.”
I rested my hands on her head, running her thick, silky hair between my fingers. Amara somehow giggled despite my cock filling her throat. That extra stimulation was just too much. I swore loudly as my balls tensed. I unleashed a flood of jizz straight down her throat, filling her stomach.
My body tensed as I came. It felt like I must have poured pints of cum down her throat. I half expected to look down and see her stomach swollen with the sheer amount.
Instead, her slim waist remained as perfectly trim and toned as before. Amara wasn’t done with me yet. She wanted a chance to savour the taste of my cum. She drew back, her tight throat reluctant to release me. Her agile tongue stroked and caressed my cock as she pulled back until just the head remained in her mouth.
Starting slowly, Amara bobbed her head along the length of my cock. Her tongue dancing along my cock as I filled her throat. Then she would suck as she drew back, as if she was trying to empty my balls by force.
I tightened my grip on her hair, now assisting her movements. Amara gave over complete control, her bright golden eyes staring up at me submissively. With full control, I face fucked my genie.
Wet schlock schlock sounds mixed with the slap of my balls against her chin. Amara moaned around my thrusting cock as she fingered her cunt. My chest heaved as I drew closer and closer to cumming.
Reaching my peak, I pulled free from her mouth. She opened wide and stuck out her tongue to provide a perfect target for my hot load. My balls clenched almost painfully tight, sending cum rushing up my cock.
The pressure building at the tip of my cock released. A thick rope of pearly white jizz splashed across her pink tongue. The moment that first shot landed in her mouth, Amara’s eyes rolled back, and her body shook as she orgasmed.
Power surged into me like lightning coursing through my veins. Five, six, seven more times. My cock unloaded, filling Amara’s mouth until she could take no more. She closed her mouth, guzzling down my jizz. Still, my balls contracted, and four more times, I spurted, painting her beautiful features.
An exotic mix of Indian and Asian, she had a mysterious allure. Painted in my cum, she simply exuded wanton lust.
It took me a few moments to catch my breath. Amara was still enjoying the bliss of her orgasm. She used her fingers to scoop the cum from her face into her mouth.
“Thank you, Master. That was delicious.”
She rose with unmatched grace, stretching as she did so. Seeing how her body moved as she stretched made my mouth dry, and I’m pretty sure my IQ dropped a few points. She knew what she was doing and smiled seductively. She was far from fully satisfied.
“I have to go to work, and if I go down this path, I’m not going to stop until I make you pass out from a sexual overload.”
The urge to throw her onto the bed and fuck like rabbits was almost overwhelming. Almost.
“Mmm, sounds like a challenge to me,” she replied in that seductively sexual voice I had already fallen in love with. It was even more deadly than the twins’ puppy-dog eyes.
“And though I would very much like to accept, not all of us can just make things appear out of thin air. We have to pay for them, and that means going to work.”
“Nor can I,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
Now, this confused me. Only last night, she had conjured up clothes for both myself and her.
“But the clothes from last night?”
“They were already in the house. I conjured them from your sister’s wardrobe. Luckily, she and I are of a similar size. I can’t create something from nothing unless it’s part of your wishes,” she explained.
I gathered her up in my arms and hugged her naked body against mine.
“Even more reason for me to work then. You’re going to need your own clothes, and I don’t have a lot of money. Christmas wiped out my bank account.”
I leaned in for a kiss and grew slightly light-headed as she locked her lips with mine.
Breaking the kiss, she said, “You know, you could wish for more money. Then we could stay home and just fuck all day long.”
Amongst all the goings-on, I hadn’t forgotten what most would say was the biggest perk of being bound to a sex genie—the wishes.
“I have five, right?”
She nodded and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
I silently thought for a few minutes, enjoying her body in my arms. Mom had always taught me not to react purely on impulse. She encouraged me to pause and question the wisdom of following those split-second impulses.
Feeling time slipping away, I shook my head.
“While the all-day sex is very appealing, I’m not going to waste my first wish on money. I have been thinking about it, but I’m not ready just yet to make that first wish. I want to take time before deciding.”
I gave her one last kiss and pulled away.
“I’m already late, so I have to go. I’ll be back by just after lunch. I’m sure you can amuse yourself till then.”
I pulled on my uniform, struggling as I tried to get my trousers over my still hard dick.
Amara giggled at my predicament from her new position on my bed. She was lying on her stomach and propped up on her forearms. The sight of her naturally tanned melons swaying slightly as she laughed wasn’t helping in the slightest.
I finally half succeeded by laying my dick flat against my stomach and leaving the top button of my trousers undone. I had to keep my shirt untucked to hide the top few inches sticking out above the waistband and just hope it went down on the walk to work.
Things weren’t looking good as I went downstairs. What I mean, is that I was taunted with something to keep me hard.
Lauren was in front of the door, stretching out in skin-tight yoga pants and wearing an equally tight sports bra. She might as well have been naked as they did nothing to protect her modesty. It was clear she had no underwear on because of the tightness of the spandex pants and how her big D-cups were straining against the sports bra that was a cup size or two too small.
“Uh, hey sis,” I said as she bent while keeping her legs straight. Her unbelievable ass was pointed right at me.
“Hey, bro,” she said, straightening up, clasping her hands and raising them above her head.
Her chest thrust outwards, her breasts swelling over the edge of her bra. I’m pretty sure I heard threads in the sports bra rip. She dropped back down, causing the sports bra to once again fail at keeping her sizeable assets from bouncing on her chest.
“I’ve got to work off Mom’s Christmas dinner. Cardio is the quickest way.
Lauren was in fantastic shape. Hardly a gram of excess weight anywhere on her body. She had a perfect mix of youthful fitness, athleticism, and bustyness. Lana Rhoads was one of my favourite porn stars because she shared the same body type and similar facial features with Lauren. It was one of Lana’s scenes I watched after my kitchen encounter with Lauren when another of my favourite pornstars failed to distract me from my lust for my sister.
“It’s like 2 degrees out there,” I said incredulously.
“It’s still above freezing, and besides, I’ll soon warm up.” She glanced around before pulling me in for an unsisterly kiss and an even less sisterly grope of my dick. She moaned seductively into my ear as she felt how hard I was.
“Hm, what’s the matter, bro? That hot little girlfriend of yours not putting out,” she said with an overly dramatic pout.
So, she knew about Amara, whom she called my girlfriend. Interesting.
She glanced over my shoulder, making sure no one was watching. With the coast clear, she pushed my trousers down past my balls.
She stroked my cock with one hand while lightly squeezing my balls with the other.
“Lauren! Are you crazy? “ I hissed, shocked at how brazen she was acting.
She just smiled and dropped to her knees, her tits bouncing enough to cause her nipples to slip free of her sports bra. I gasped and swore as she swallowed my cock.
“Oh, Jesus!” I gasped, worriedly checking the hall. Mom was in the kitchen and could walk around the corner at any moment.
Lauren started to rapidly bob her head along my cock, working to make me cum. She was on a time crunch and knew it. After Amara’s teasing, my new instant refraction rate and my older sister’s talented throat, I came quickly.
Lauren swallowed rhythmically while slowly pulling back. Most went straight down her throat, but she caught the last few shots in her mouth—even those last few ropes were larger than even the most virial man.
“Hm, thanks for the protein, bro. So much better than that powdered stuff. “ She laughed, then gave me a sexy smirk before spinning and walking out the front door.
I just stood there, slightly dazed and woozy from the rush of energy. Lauren was always very bold and a risk-taker, but this was a new level of audacity.
Quickly pulling up my trousers, I glanced at my watch. I rushed into the kitchen and chugged a quick glass of orange juice before turning to leave.
“Thor, wait!” my mum said from the kitchen table.
“I’m late, Mom. Can’t it wait?”
“I know. I’m offering you a lift.” She said as she stood and ushered me towards the door before spinning me around to face her.
“Tuck your shirt in,” she admonished, and before giving me a chance to object, she pulled the front of my shirt up and went to tuck it in.
She stopped quickly when she saw my situation with my dick. For a few seconds, she just stood there holding my shirt up, staring at my hard-on. Then, in a shocking move, she casually pushed my dick against my stomach, dragged my shirt up and over it before tucking it in. She brushed against my still hard cock more than a few times. She paused and rubbed her thumb over her fingers, feeling the moisture. My cock was still wet from Lauren’s blowjob.
It was a very awkward car journey. Little was said between us, leaving most of the journey being made in silence. We made good time, however, and we pulled up outside the store. I worked at a few minutes early.
My mom leaned over, gave me a motherly peck on the cheek and said goodbye as nothing had happened. I wondered if such ability came with parenthood. I had a feeling it was going to be a strange day.
The awkward car journey had, however, killed my boner, making it possible to adjust myself to a much more comfortable position.
I walked through the store, smiling at the cute check out girls on my way past and entered the staff room. The rest of the stockroom team were already there, lounging on the chairs set about the room.
“Cutting it close, aren’t you, Thor,” said Lucy, while glancing at the clock. Then, in a playful tone, she added,
“You’re usually the first of us in. A late-night?”
Lucy was a cute brunette I knew from school before working here, but we had become even closer friends since working together. She was about 5’6” with straight shoulder-length hair, and if she weighed more than 45kg, I would have been surprised.
She was pretty slim and had relatively small tits that were only slightly larger than the twins. Her breasts sat nicely on her slender frame, suiting her slight build. Size isn’t everything. There’s a lot to be said for shape and position. Suppose she had tits the size of Lauren or Amara. Some girls can pull off the slim and busty look, but her overall petiteness excluded Lucy from that group. Her ass, however, was by far her best feature making up for her small breasts.
I’m a fan of the female form in its entirety. But, if forced to choose, I would have to say I’m a tit guy. My sisters and Amara could attest to the fact. But Lucy’s tight heart-shaped ass could convert even the most devoted tit lover into an ass worshiper. I had seen her occasionally at the gym while she worked the Stairmaster toning her ass to perfection. I noticed how quickly the surrounding machines filled up.
We had known each other since I was eight, and she was nine, as she was five months older. She was a regular in my fantasies. For over two years, I wanted to ask her out but feared doing so, for I didn’t want to lose her friendship from an inevitable break-up.
That didn’t stop her from being the focus of several of my fantasies. Such as being the one to take her virginity. I’d love nothing more than to bend Lucy over and fuck her to orgasm, her pussy gushing over my cock. I envisioned pulling out, then using her juices to lube her up before giving her what she cried for me to do. Take her anal cherry. She would love it so much that she turned into my personal anal slut.
With those images rushing through my head, I lustfully thought that maybe with Amara and my five wishes, it could be a real possibility.
Then I felt a small degree of guilt for wanting to force myself upon her in such a way rather than just letting it happen naturally.
“Girlfriend been keeping you up late?” my good friend Mark jested. He had helped out with getting both Lucy and me our jobs.
“And what girlfriend’s this?” asked Emily from the corner.
Emily, the manager, was the fourth member of our team. A tall early twenties blond, she had a runner’s build and regularly competed at the county level. Last spring, she took part in the London marathon, where she had one of the top 100 finish times for women. She was good and could have gone professional, possibly even been part of team GB. There was just one part of her physique that prevented her from being able to do so.
She owned a spectacular pair of watermelon-sized tits. G cups, I believe. She once told us how she has specially made sports bras that she wears under a compression shirt to run without her tits bouncing all over the place. I imagined she could knock herself out with those massive jugs. She had been told if she had breast reduction surgery, she could have been a top contender for going professional, but she was rather fond of her significant assets despite the problems they caused. I overheard her saying to Lucy one morning that she loved smothering her boyfriend with them during sex.
The silk blouses she always wore to work did a fine job of showing them off and allowed for a drool-inducing amount of cleavage depending on how many buttons she left undone.
“She’s a super foxy foreign exchange student staying at his house. Thor over here took it upon himself to give her a ‘private tour’ if you get what I mean.” Mark answered with a cocky little smirk.
Lucy rolled her eyes at the poor joke, and Emily raised her eyebrow to give him a pointed stare. It interested me that like Lauren, despite having never met or even heard about Amara, he somehow knew she was my girlfriend.
“Right. Enough gossip, let’s get to work. The first post-Christmas delivery is always a big one.” Emily said.
She was right. We were going to be hard pushed to get it all unpacked and put away in the short 4-hour shift we were all working. There’s usually a good bit of banter as we worked, but apart from the odd passing comment, we were just too busy to chat.
We made perfect time, and with about half an hour left to go, it looked like we were going to finish bang on time. It was at that point; I felt a surge of sexual power like I had felt the night before with Amara. It was nowhere near as powerful but still enough to make me shudder, and I popped an instant hard-on.
“Where the fuck did that come from?” I asked myself.
From what I understood from Amara, I felt that someone close by had just orgasmed or someone with whom I was linked had just orgasmed.
My guess was the latter. It was unlikely anyone was having sex close by. It had to be Amara, as she was the only who I was so strongly bonded with over this distance. Then again, Lauren also had a stomach full of my cum. I didn’t think Amara would cheat on me and I can’t imagine who Lauren was fucking, so I can only assume one or the other decided on a little self-satisfaction.
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