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 UNCLE PERCY'S PERSIAN BOTTLE by Mark Cane

   I believe I have told you about the strange chemicals I discovered in my
late Uncle Percy's effects, that led to my pheromone adventure (See "Uncle
Percy's Pheromones") Perhaps it is time I told you of the unusual decorated
bottle I discovered.  I fear you may find this story hard to believe, but I
can testify to the truth of what I am about to tell you, gentle reader.  At
first I was not too interested in the bottle because, unlike the other
bottles, it was completely empty.  But then as I looked closer, I realised
that it was of some great age.  I am no expert in such things, but I have
watched enough episodes of Antiques Road Show to realise it might have some
value.  So I decided to carefully clean the bottle and then either
advertise it on E-bay or maybe even have it valued by a professional.  I
took a very soft cloth, as I did not want to damage it, and began to gently
rub the dust from the delicate glass.  Belief it or not, as I rubbed a kind
of vapour began to exude from the bottle and formed a cloud.  To my
astonishment the cloud began to take on a form and slowly took on a human
shape.  I rubbed my eyes and began to wonder if I had eaten something that
had disagreed with me.  I closed my eyes and then opened them again and
then I saw that the vapour had gone and there, standing before me in my own
living room was a strange woman who I had never seen before.  She was
wearing an usual costume, rather like a character from 1001 Nights - Tales
of the Arabian Nights.  'Who are you?' I spluttered.  'I am the Genii of
the bottle, Oh Master,' she said in a sweet voice that sounded like music.
'Well blow me,' I exclaimed.  'My Master wishes a blow job, then I shall
obey.  Does my master wish for a courtesan from the Caliph's harem to
please him?' 'Hang about a minute,' I said I was just shocked to see you.
Perhaps you should explain.' 'It is very simple, Oh Master, I am the Genii
of the bottle and every time you summon me by rubbing the bottle, I must
grant you two wishes.' 'Two wishes?' I queried.  'I thought it was three
wishes.' 'Well it used to be three, but there have been cuts.  We have been
affected by the dire financial situation, just like everyone else.  We have
our overheads and have had to scale back a bit.  So it is just two wishes,
I am afraid.  Also my area of expertise is with matters of the flesh.  My
wishes are for my master's bodily needs.  I am here to satisfy my master's
every lustful desire.' 'Flippin heck!' I said, wondering what I should wish
for.  'So, what is your desire, O Master?  Perhaps a maiden from the
Orient, or.....' The lady, or should I say genii, began to list a range of
pleasures that even made me blush, so gentle reader, I will spare your
sensitivities by leaving it to your imagination.  As she spoke with her
strange tinkling tones, I could not help but notice that she was not
wearing a bra and her top was transparent.  She did not appear at all
embarrassed.  Then I realised that where she came from women did not wear
brassieres.  I rather liked the way her nipples pressed against the thin
material.  I thought over what she had offered me.  A night in the Grand
Mufti's harem sounded rather interesting, but then I wondered how I would
explain my absence to the wife, so I thought I would settle for some
pleasures nearer to home.  Suddenly an idea began to form in my mind.  'I
know,' I said, 'There are two girls who I see at the bus stop.  They go to
the sixth form college They are always teasing me, giggling and letting
their short skirts ride up when they get on the bus, showing quite a bit of
leg, sometimes I can even see their knickers.  (Oh you do know what
knickers are?') I asked, wondering if such garments would be known to a
genie.  'Oh yes, Master, I am aware of such things, but of course, I don't
wear them myself.  'Really?' I asked in a horse voice.  'Yes, O Master. 
Look...' Without a blush or hesitation the genie lowered her pantaloons and
showed off her lower regions.  The genii had a rich, luxuriant bush.  I
suppose ladies did not shave where she came from.  I must admit it was a
rather pleasing sight and almost put me off where I was.  'So yes, as I was
saying - Sharon and Donna, show their knickers and they know they are
turning me on, but that's as far as it goes.  They are what we call
prick-teasers.' I said as I gazed at the genii's unadorned treasure.  'They
sound like hussies.  In my country they would have been handed to the
palace eunuchs for a flogging for their insolence.  Why waste your time. 
Now the Sultan of Zanzibar has a lovely daughter, her treasure yet to be
taken.  Her hair is as black as a raven's wing, her breasts...' 'No, no
perhaps some other time,' I said hastily, but I would like to give them
both a good spanking.  Can you fix that?' 'Is that your wish, O Master?'
'Yes, it is.  Definitely,' I replied with a far away look on my face as I
contemplated the delight of spanking the two girls.  There was a sort of
flash then....  Donna and Sharon looked up.  'Oh Hello, we were just
talking about you, we were saying how naughty we had been teasing you by
showing our knickers.  We both agreed that we deserve a good spanking.  Do
you want to spank us?' asked Donna.  'Yes you are a pair of prick teasers.
I will spank you both on your bare bums over my knee.  I will spank Donna
while Sharon watches.' 'Oh that sounds like fun,' said Sharon.  'I would
love to see you spank Donna's bum.' 'Come on then Donna.  Get over my knee
and prepare yourself for a good, hard spanking.  You watch carefully,
Sharon because you are next.' Donna draped herself across my knee and I
quickly hiked her skirt up to reveal her pretty little knickers.  I
intended to start off spanking her over her panties, but I had every
intention of pulling them down later and spanking her bare bottom.  With
luck I would even explore her cunt.  My cock twitched at the thought of the
pleasures in store.  As I began to slap Donna's bum, Sharon watched with a
broad smile on her face.  'Make her bum nice and red, Mister.  Give the
minx a good slapping, she deserves it.' said Sharon 'Ouch, you bitch, just
wait 'till its your turn, Sharon.  It really makes your bum sting.' 'Take
her drawers off.  Let's see her spanked on her bare bottom.  I love the
sound it makes when you slap her bare flesh.  Come on, make it nice and
red.' 'No, don't pull my pants down.  Pleeeese, don't spank my bare bum.'
'Do it, pull the bitches knickers down.' Of course, I had every intention
of taking Donna's knickers down, but I pretended I was only doing it
because Sharon had asked me to.  'Oh all right then, Sharon, if you
insist.' Despite her protests, I pulled Donna's knickers down over her
bottom and caught an enticing glimpse of her slit between her thighs.' I
continued to spank her bum, noting with satisfaction that it was turning a
nice pink colour.  Her wriggling and writhing on my knee was making my cock
hard, especially as I kept seeing her moist quim between her thighs.  At
last I felt she had had enough.  'Now it is your turn,' I said, looking at
Sharon.  Once Sharon was over my knee, I took her knickers straight off and
immediately set about spanking her bare bottom.  'Ooo, ouch, that stings.
Make him stop, Donna,' Sharon pleaded with her friend.' 'Oh didums, Sharon.
Never mind I will rub it better when he has finished.' 'No, make him stop
now.  You are my friend, aren't you?  Please make him stop.' 'No, sorry
Sharon, you will have to take it.  Just think beautiful thoughts and it
won't seem to bad.' My cock hardened as I caught sight of Sharon's cunt, as
her wriggling and writhing made her thighs part.  At last I was satisfied
that the girls had been spanked enough.  I had a raging hard on.  As if
realising I needed relief, Donna asked if I would like them to suck me off.
'Yes please,' I said, starting to unzip my trousers.....  'Well, oh master,
did you thrash the bitches hard?' I blinked and looked around.  I was back
in my own lounge.  Of Donna and Sharon there was no sign.  Why was I here,
just as things were going so well with Donna and Sharon?  'Well I gave them
a good spanking, but what am I doing back here?  They were just going to
suck me off.  I had even started to get my cock out.' 'Yes, so I see,' said
the genii, looking down at my unzipped trousers.' 'So, what went wrong? 
Why am I back?' 'It is simple, O Master.  Your wish was to spank the
bitches.  You said nothing about having your member taken into their
mouths. If you wanted for the girls to suckle your mighty staff, you should
have wished for it.  Now, you have one more wish today, then you may not
summon me for seven whole days.  (Its the cuts, you know), then I may grant
you a further two wishes.  So master, what is your second and final wish
today?' I was in a dilemma.  I didn't know whether to go for the cock
sucking or whether to go for gold and shag them.  In the end I decided to
go back to have my cock sucked and save the shag for next week.  It would
be something to look forward to.  'I'll have my cock sucked, please, but I
want to go all the way until I cum.' I added, just to make sure I got the
whole deal.  'Your wish is my command Oh Master.' So there I was back with
Donna and Sharon.  It was as if the scene had been frozen in time.  'Come
on Mister, get your cock out, Donna and I want to play with it.  Don't be
shy.' I needed no second invitation.  I unzipped my trousers and allowed
them to fall down as the girls impatiently waited to play with my prick. 
Both girls took hold of my prick and began to examine it.  One of them held
the head, while the other checked out my balls.  It was so exciting to have
two young women handle my todger.  'Stroke it Sharon, make it nice and
stiff for us.' instructed Donna, as she placed her index finger careful on
my sensitive spot, just below the knob.  My cock twitched.  'Mmmm, I want
to taste it,' said Sharon, giving the head of my prick an experimental
lick. 'I can see some pre-cum, Sharon, why don't you lick it up?' 'That
looks so nice.  Let me have a turn.  Don't be greedy Sharon.  I want some
too.' I just stood there revelling in the attention I was getting.  I was
enjoying myself so much.  'I'll let you have go in a minute, Donna, but I
want to have a real good suck first,' said Sharon as she took my stiff
shaft deep into her mouth.  Sharon slurped on my cock, holding it firmly at
the root, cradling my balls in her hand as she sucked hard on my knob. 
'Come on you greedy bitch.  Its my turn,' protested Donna as Sharon licked
my knob, making sure none of the pre-cum escaped her greedy mouth.  Sharon
reluctantly let go of her plaything, allowing her friend a turn.  Donna
took her time exploring my shaft with her tongue, tasting the pre-cum that
was dribbling from my pee hole and licking along the shaft.  Then Sharon
took hold of my knob, while Donna took my balls into her mouth.  It could
not last and soon I felt the sperm rising in my shaft.  I was past the
point of no return and could not hold back.  My spunk began to gush out
over the eager faces of Donna and Sharon who carefully licked every last
drop from my penis.  Then I was back in my lounge, just in time to see a
fading blurred image where the genii had stood.  Then there was just an old
Persian bottle: I promised myself that I would allow the seven days to
elapse and then see if I could summon my Genii with the light brown hair
once more......