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Genie Chronicles
(c)Joe Brolly
joebrolly(at)gmail.com


The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
contains material of an adult, explicit, sexual nature. If you are
offended by sexually explicit content or language, or are not allowed to
read this type of material due to age, legal restrictions, or any other
reason, please DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.

All characters and situations in this story are fictitious; any
similarity to any actual persons or situations is purely coincidental.
The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities
described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the
written permission of the author, Joe Brolly. This story may be freely
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me the courtesy of an e-mail if you add it to a site).

All comments and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism can be directed to the e-mail
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also welcome.

Copyright Joe Brolly, all rights reserved.



Chapter 5

CODES FOR THIS CHAPTER: MF, Magic, Fantasy, Interracial: White Male -
Black Female, Exhibitionism, Blow Job, Consensual Sex, Voyeurism (sort
of)


Genie finally spoke, bringing Jack out of his post-orgasmic haze.
*Someone is coming, Jack.*

*Who?*

*The pretty dark-skinned clerk.*

*Uh, oh. Can you delay her for a few minutes?*

*Yes Jack.*

*Why is she coming back here? Because we... I, have been back here so
long?*

*Yes and no. To her we have been back here for about 15 minutes, which
isn't really that long for the amount of clothes you brought back.*

*Ok then... wait, what do you mean 'to her'?*

*I was having so much fun that I, um, took the liberty of slowing things
down a bit.*

*Ah. I've wondered if you can do things like stop time.*

*Well, no, I can't, actually. It's a bit complicated, and if you don't
mind my suggesting, a better topic for later.*

*Uh, ok. So why is she coming back here so soon?*

*She's coming under the pretense of checking up on you. What she is
really hoping for is a better glimpse at what was making the bulge in
your shorts.*

*Oh, really? Is a look all she wants?*

*Well, she has several semi-formed fantasies of what might happen if she
finds you with a raging hard on, but nothing she feels is likely or
realistic. She's figuring what she will most likely find is a closed
dressing room door to shout something like, "Sir, how is it going?"
through.*

*So what would prevent her from following through with one of her
fantasies?*

*If you play it right, nothing.  She has just been relieved for her
dinner break, and has an hour. Would you like me to nudge her toward
anything?*

*No. Not yet.* The problem was that, after the very recent sucking-dry
of his testicles, not to mention the vast number of times they had
already been emptied today, his interest in sex at the moment wasn't at
its highest, unless...

*Can you give me a quick recharge?* Tingle. Sproing! He was suddenly
quite a bit more intrigued by the possibilities of the hot clerk
approaching his secluded dressing room, hoping to catch a peek at his
erection. He was now tempted to take Genie up on her offer to nudge the
girl, but, knowing what he knew about her from the tote board, he wanted
to try to orchestrate this himself.

*If I fuck this up, can you fix it?*

*Yes, Jack, however you like.*

*Ok, how long do I have.*

*About a minute.*

He though furiously for a few seconds, then, placing one foot through
one leg hole in his new underwear and, holding them by the band, he
opened the outward-swinging dressing room door a tiny crack.

*Ok, tell me when she's approaching the door.*

*Will-do, Jack.*

Then he waited, and the few seconds seemed like an eternity. Now that he
had time to contemplate what he was getting ready to do, he was getting
very nervous about letting the clerk see him naked from the waist down
and sporting a raging hard-on, even with the giant safety net that was
Genie. He was getting so nervous that he was just about to tell Genie to
abort the whole thing when she shouted *NOW!* in his head.

This startled him, and had the effect of causing for real what he had
planned to fake; he stumbled against the dressing room door and it swung
open to bang against the wall (Genie later swore under direct
questioning that she had done nothing else to make this happen),
revealing him in all his erectness, appearing as if he had stumbled
while trying to put on his underwear while standing up. She stopped in
shock, wide-eyed.

"Uh, hi," he said, his face turning red in real embarrassment. He was
fairly mortified to be seen like this in such a semi-public place by a
complete stranger, but he had to admit that this little bit of
exhibitionism was also very thrilling.

"Are you ok, sir," she asked his cock, the hint of sassiness he had
detected earlier in her demeanor, if not in the way she treated her
customers, was completely missing at the moment. Hard nipples under her
stylish black tube top were not.

He looked down. "Uh... yeah. I've been waiting for it, him, to go down
so that I can try these clothes on, but it isn't happening. I was just
putting on my jockeys to attempt to try this stuff on anyway. It was
either that, or," he gave a self-conscious shrug.

"I see. Might I ask, sir, just what has him so, um, worked up?"

"Well, it started with these two identical twin blonds out in the mall,
dressed like, well..."

"Ho's?"

"Yeah," he said as he looked bashfully into her eyes, "but the final
straw was this hot girl manning the dressing room counter." He belatedly
remembered the tote board, and called it up.

"So, a little dark meat is what it takes to really get him going, eh?"
she said, her sassiness apparent again.

He shrugged again, "In this case, at least." He was pleased to see her
arousal and attraction increase with this reply. He decided to go for
broke. "You know, I really like these clothes and would like to try them
on.  Can you help me?"

She looked back down at his hard-on for a moment, then back up. She
swallowed and cleared her throat, perhaps deciding to go for broke
herself. "I've just been relieved at the counter, so I'm available to
help customers. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I think I am going to have to cum. That's the only way this guy
is going to shrink so I can see if this stuff fits properly."

Her eyes had widened at his words, but then she looked back down at his
cock and said with a small smirk, "I think I can help you with that."

He couldn't believe he was discussing this with her like talking to a
teller about opening a checking account.

"Ok, so what do you recommend?"

She walked up to him and wrapped a hand around him. He gasped at the
touch of her cool hand. "Do you have something to wrap this rascal
with?"

He recalled he had a condom in his wallet, but it was old and probably
unreliable. As he reached for his shorts, he asked Genie, *Can you
freshen up the condom in my wallet? It probably needs to be a bit larger
and more durable, too.*

*Done.*

He reached for his shorts where he had hung them by the door, pulled his
wallet from its pocket and fished out the condom. "This is a pretty new
one. It hasn't been in there too long."

"Well, in that case, I suggest we drain him the old fashioned way," she
said, placing her other hand on his chest and gently pushing him back
into the dressing room. Removing both hands, she turned and closed and
locked the door behind her. Her hands then went to the waist of her
short black skirt and undid the clasp. She wiggled her hips enticingly
as she pulled the tight fabric over her curvaceous hips, then let it
drop to the floor, leaving only a brief black thong covering her mound.
Hooking her thumbs under the thong,  she lowered it to her knees and
then  let it, too, drop to the floor.

As she stood back up, she revealed herself to be completely shaven, her
lips and hood a dark mocha against the creamed coffee of the rest of her
skin.

As he stared at her exotic pussy (to him at least), a thought occurred
to Jack. *Is she clean?*

*Yes Jack, she is both freshly washed, and free from disease.*

*Thanks, smartass. Remind me later that we need to add icons to the tote
board for health stuff.*

*Yes Jack.*

She grasped the bottom of her tube top. "I'll show you mine if you show
me yours," she said saucily. He finally noticed her name tag. It said
'Lacey.'

"Sounds like I get the best part of that offer, Lacey." He removed his
shirt.

She in turn pulled her top over her head to reveal a lovely pair of
breasts. While they weren't quite as full as Genie's, and they flattened
ever so slightly when released from the snug grip of the tank top, their
shape still gave Genie a bit of a run for her money, as did her dark,
half-dollar-sized areolas and large oversized-kid-pencil-eraser nipples.

"Wow."

She smiled a lopsided smile, and said, "Thanks." She then took the
condom from his hand and knelt in front of him. She started to open it,
but then looked at his cock for a moment. This prompted Jack to realize
it had not shrunk much from its Genie's new-improved-ideal size.

*This is her ideal size?*

*Yes, Jack.*

*So, there's some truth to what they say about black guys, huh, if she's
used to it this big?*

*Actually, she isn't.  She's never experienced anything nearly that
large, and she's a little scared of it.*

*Then why...*

*She has fantasized about big cocks for a long time.*

*Will this even fit into her?*

*Yes. If you are careful and patient, it, plus her fantasies being
fulfilled, should make for quite a show.*

Just as Genie said this, Lacey said, "Forgive me sir, but I must do
something first." Then, without any further preamble, she parted her
full, mahogany lips and engulfed his shaft. The first five inches were
fairly easy going, but then he felt his head press against the back of
her throat. He felt and heard her gag a bit, then do her best to
suppress it as she attempted to take him in further.

It wasn't the same as Genie, but it was still oral sex from a beautiful
woman, a perfect stranger at that, and was thus incredibly exciting as
well as being very pleasurable.

She made it in another two inches or so, but with two more to go, she
finally gave out of air, gave up, and released him. "Damn," she said
softly as she stared at it, "I thought white boys were supposed to have
small cocks."

"You can practice that as long as you like," Jack offered with a grin.

She smirked up at him and said, "Maybe next time, sir. I don't think
there's time for that tonight."

Although Genie had already told him the answer, he asked, "Why, how much
time do we have?"

"I go back on duty at the counter in about forty five minutes."

Ah," Jack said contemplatively as he looked at his cock, "yeah, we
should probably get started, then. That might be pushing it as it is."

She raised her eyebrows at the realization of what he was implying, then
narrowed them, as if to say, "Yeah, right, there ain't no way this white
boy is going for forty five minutes straight."

*Can SHE go for forty five minutes straight?*

*Well, it depends on how slow you go.*

*Does she want it slow?*

*What do you think?*

*So what will happen?*

*She'll get too sore to continue long before time is up.*

*And if you keep the soreness away?*

*She might be up for it, then.*

*Ok, do that, and have me build up slowly to a nice explosion in about
45 minutes, any pauses or changes in position included.*

*Yes, Jack.*

Meanwhile, Lacey resumed the postponed condom application, taking her
time rolling it down his shaft, smirking up at him.

One it was completely unrolled, he said. "Thank you. Now, how would you
like to begin?

"The usual way, I guess." She moved to lay long-ways on the floor, her
head near the mirror, her knees bent and spread wide."

"Would you like any... preparation?" He asked, indicating her pussy.

"No, I'm pretty wet. Stick it in there and let's get to fuckin'."

He positioned himself between her widespread legs, and then grabbed a
couple of pairs of folded shorts and placed them under her ass. He
positioned his cock at her entrance and became distracted for a moment
by the stark contrast between the dark brown of her outer lips and the
bright pink inside before saying, "I'll pay for those shorts if we mess
them up. They should fit, anyway. Ready?"

She nodded, a bit nervously, although she tried to hide it.

He pushed gently until the head popped through her tight opening. She
gave a small gasp.

He paused for a moment to allow her to get used to his presence, then he
began thrusting shallowly to loosen her tightness. Every few thrusts he
would go a little deeper. As Genie suggested, he was patient, although
it was difficult controlling his desire to go deep with long thrusts
immediately.

At about half, her hips were bucking back at him strongly, and she had
her eyes closed, her bright white teeth a stark contrast to her dark
lips as she bit the lower one.

With about two inches to go, and finally getting to the long, strong
strokes that they both wanted, he hit an obstruction, her cervix.

*Try to angle your thrusts up a bit to rub over her cervix rather than
thrust against it.*

He did so, was rewarded by a deep moan from Lacey as he was able to
thrust another inch into her.

*Yes, much better.* Genie said.

*Are you feeling what she is feeling?* The idea intrigued Jack.

No, just reading her.

*Well, why not? You should get some pleasure, too, Hotwire your pussy to
hers.*

The idea apparently intrigued her too. *Ooooo, yes Jack!*

*And feel free to let me know if there's anything I can do to make it
better for her, you, whoever.*

*Mmmm, yes Jack. You can start by thrusting a bit harder to get that
last inch in.*

*I won't hurt her?*

*No, she can take it.*

Jack did as she said, and about a dozen strokes later he was thrusting
to the hilt. He was rewarded by a panted, "Unhhh...shit... that's deep."

He couldn't resist saying, "I thought black girls were used to big
cocks."  This earned him a glare for a moment, but she couldn't sustain
it against his deep, relentless strokes, and closed her eyes again.

He thrust for a few moments longer, and then Genie said, in a rather
breathless voice.

*Put her legs over your shoulders, Jack.*

He paused while buried to the hilt, hooked an arm under the knee of one
long slender leg, and brought it up to rest the calf on his shoulder.
Repeating the action with the other leg, he found this now left him with
an inch to spare, so he slowly pushed that into her. Her eyes widened as
he drilled deeper than ever before.

*Are you sure I'm not hurting her?*

*Yes, she's fine. She's actually fairly erogenous that deep. Can you go
a little faster, Please?*

He increased the speed of his strokes, his balls starting to slap her
ass, and was rewarded by grunts from Lacey each time he hit bottom.
*Will she cum like this?*

*Yes, in about five minutes. She'll want you to go faster. Don't. It
will intensify her orgasm.*

She did, he didn't, and about five thrust-filled minutes later, she had
what certainly seemed to be an intense orgasm as her tight tunnel
rhythmically contracted even further around his cock. If he hadn't
requested the slow 45 minute build-up for himself, he was sure that
would have been enough to squeeze the cum from him.

He slowed to a very gentle stroke as her aftershocks faded.

"You ok so far?" he asked.

"Yeah...what do you mean so far? You aren't finished, too?"

"No, not even close, I'm afraid."

She groaned in mock dismay. "Well, in that case, I think I need to be on
top for awhile."

"Sounds good to me." Thrusting into her and staying there, they both
straightened their legs enough to roll over, and then she rose to sit on
him. He propped himself up on his arms, and was rewarded with a close-up
view of her tits.

"Don't worry about sucking 'em unless you get off on it. It doesn't do
anything for me, more's the pity."

"I do get off, on it, actually. May I, just a bit?"

She shrugged.

As he took one nipple in his mouth and gently sucked, tongued, and
nibbled it, he asked Genie, *This really doesn't do anything for her?*

*Very little.*

*Why not?*

*She just isn't wired for it.*

*Well, it's a shame for such a nice pair of tits to be so poorly wired.*

*Yes it is, Jack.*

*Can you rewire her?*

*Of course.*

*Hmmm. You a bit above average sensitivity, aren't you?*

*Way, way more than average, thanks to your idea of a perfect pair of
breasts. You know that good and well.*

*You're welcome. Why don't we have her increase to average sensitivity
over the next few minutes as I continue my nibbling? Then over the next
couple of weeks, have her increase more to, oh, about half way between
average and you, as a little anonymous  thank-you gift for this extra
customer service.*

*Yes Jack.*

A few moments later a look of surprise blossomed on Lacey's face.  "What
are you doing to my tits? They have never felt that way before."

He shrugged and gave a self-satisfied smile. "I've always been pretty
good with tits."

After several more minutes pleasuring her breasts while she hummed and
moaned through the new experience, he lay flat on his back, pulling her
down with him so that her breasts hung over his face. He said, "You go
on and get back to work. I'll be right here."

"Yes sir." She began riding him with as long a stroke as her captured
nipples would allow, his lip-and-tongue work eliciting a few extra moans
as she worked herself up to speed.

Soon her enthusiasm pulled her nipples from his lips as she sat up a bit
and propped herself on her arms to allow her to ride him harder. He
contented himself with fondling her breasts and watching her glossy
black shoulder-length hair swirl around her face as the speed and depth
of her strokes continued to increase. Her firm, round ass started
smacking his crotch as she took him in completely again, especially when
he began raising his hips to meet her while angling to hit all her
sensitive spots at Genie's direction.  This round she was in charge of
the pace, and there was nothing stopping her from accelerating as she
slammed down on him harder and harder. He met her thrust for thrust. For
all her enthusiasm, this position wasn't quite as stimulating for her as
the other, though.  By the time, ten minutes later, when she screamed
out her orgasm, muffled by her fist in her mouth, she was covered by a
sheen of perspiration. She slowed as her tremors again subsided, then
collapsed on top of him.

"Please tell me... you came," she panted.

"I'm afraid not. There won't be any question when I do."

She moaned. "I don't think I can go another round."

Genie quickly described a new position to use.

"Tell you what, I'll do all the work this time. One more should do it."

She moaned again as he gently roller her onto her back, then instructed
her to lie face-down on the carpet. He placed a folded pair of shorts
under her crotch, and another under her head as a pillow.

"Now, you just do you best to lay there and relax. As I say, let me do
all the work." He then spread her legs comfortably wide, and positioning
his cock over her ass, slid it down between her crack, past her bud, and
to her entrance again. He slowly pressed in, and she moaned once more.
He then began to thrust. He wasn't able to drill quite as deep, but at
this angle he was able to rub his cock directly against her sensitive G-
spot, while at the same time rubbing her clit on the shorts through her
hood. It wasn't long before she was shuddering through another orgasm.

Jack thrust her through that and two more orgasms, all the while
whispering for her to stay relaxed and simply enjoy it. Once the last
orgasm started, it continued on a low boil until several minutes later,
when Jack began thrusting faster as his own explosion finally arrived.
He continued long, firm strokes as he groaned at each strong spurt of
cum exploding deep inside her. Feeling this turned her boil into a
roiling one, and she screamed again into her makeshift pillow.

Once they both had screamed and grunted out the last of their pleasure,
Jack lay down gently atop her, panting, and his cock finally, slowly
began to deflate.

"Damn, you sure as some white boy," she panted.

"Thanks." He rose to slowly slip his cock from her. "I think I can try
these pants on, now, so I guess I should let you get back on duty."

This roused her enough to look at her watch. "Shit, I'm late!" Finding
some energy reserves from somewhere, she got up, slipped on her skirt
and tank top, and looked back at him. "Sir, you can clean up in the
men's room just down the hall. Please stop back by the desk on your way
out." Then she slipped out the door, presumably to hit the women's room
to do her own freshening up before returning to the desk.

*Make sure she doesn't get into trouble, please.*

*She won't, Jack,* Genie said in what the thought sounded like a
slightly amused voice.

Jack actually managed to try on the pants and shorts, at least the ones
that weren't completely soaked. Everything fit fairly well, so except
for the new pair of shorts he wore out, everything got folded up neatly
and put it back in a pile, a dry pair of shorts on top.

Lacey was back at the desk when he came out, looking a bit worse for
wear, but not too bad. "Did everything fit ok, sir?"

"Everything fit great," he said with his own smirk. "I'll take all
these, including the ones I am wearing."

"Great! Um, maybe I should ring you up here." She looked a bit nervous.

"Oh, can you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cool."

Genie reminded him to get a belt.

"Oh! Hold on for just a moment."

He walked over to the rack, picked out a belt that would be appropriate
for both casual and dress pants, then went back and handed it to her,
"This too."

She rang him up and put his purchases, plus his underwear, in a large
shopping bag. Handing him his receipt, she said, "Thank you sir. Please
come back."

Looking at the receipt, which had a note stapled to it saying 'anytime
you need more help' and a phone number, he said, "Oh, I will!"

Leaving the store, he passed the manager, an attractive middle-aged
dirty-blond woman, who said with a small knowing smile, "I hope you
received excellent customer service today, sir."

He smiled back. "Oh, I did. Couldn't have been better."

"I'm glad to hear it. Have a lovely evening, and hurry back!"

As they headed to one more clothing stop, Genie suddenly appeared by his
side.

"Well, that was certainly an interesting shopping experienced," he said.

She smiled at him, "Yes it was, Jack."

"Will she be ok?"

"Yes. A little bit sore. I left her with that as a memento, as well as
her rewired breasts. She will enjoy the 'present' you gave her."

"Good." Jack took her arm and linked it with his and she smiled at him
again. They walked for a few minutes, and then Jack asked quietly, "Ok,
so tell me about the time thing."

"Well, I cannot affect actual time in any way. No being can that I know
of can, no matter how powerful. What I can do is speed or slow our
passage through time, which has much the same effect."

"I understand, I think. Can I - we, time travel?"

"No. Although, if you wish, you can experience in fantasy something that
has happened in the past, or a version if it. Your experience will not
affect what really happened, though. For instance, if you go back and
get a girl you knew in high school pregnant, when you return from you
fantasy, nothing will have changed for her."

"What about the future."

"The future is unwritten. You can experience a fantasy based on what you
or someone else might expect or imagine the future to hold, though."

"Gotcha."

By this time hey arrived at the next store, and Jack's questions were
put on hold. He had picked an upscale men's clothing store where he
intended to purchase a couple pairs of dress pants to wear to business
meetings with clients and the like.  This particular store had no
attractive young ladies working, so Jack was able to progress in his
shopping much more quickly. He found the two pairs he was looking for,
although one needed alteration.

The salesman stuck himself in the thumb a couple of times as he bent to
ping the length, as Genie's long, toned legs were distractingly close,
but the job was finally done. Paying and taking the one pair, and
scheduling to pick up the other pair in a couple of days, they left the
store.

"You know, I guess it's true what they say about Chinese food; I'm
already a bit hungry again. Would you like some ice cream or something?"

That would be wonderful, Jack"

They headed back to the food court and perused the restaurants' desert
offerings. They settled on a banana split, and sat at their original
table again to do some more people-watching.

They didn't have to wait long for the show to start. A couple of bites
into the 'split, they heard a girl's voice, nasty and ridiculing, "What
are you doing here, perv? Fantasizing about me in private as you wank
off not good enough? You come to do it here in public?"

They turned to see an overweight teenage boy, blushing furiously,
hurrying and stumbling away from an attractive light-brown haired girl,
or a girl that would have been attractive except for the nasty smirk on
her face. She followed the boy, continuing to harass him. Jack read from
her tote board that, while she was not a virgin, she was not very
experienced in sex, and her libido was currently not very high.  He also
noted a couple of new icons.

*What are those?*

*The health icons you mentioned earlier. I took the liberty of adding
them for you.*

*Cool. So they are telling me that she is healthy and clean, yes.*

*Yes.* Genie went on to explain briefly what the icons would look like
if she were otherwise.

*Got it. So what was that little show we just witnessed all about?*

*Well, the boy, Robbie, and the girl, Sherry, have gone to school
together since first grade, and used to be friends before puberty set
in.  He developed a crush on her as his sexual interest grew, while at
the same time he became more and more overweight.  Their friendship
pretty much dissolved, as she didn't want to be seen associating with
'the fat boy.' That was a couple of years ago. Recently, a rumor was
started that he masturbates while fantasizing about her.*

*Does he?*

*Yes, although the rumor was started by someone who had no way of
knowing this was true. The person just knew he liked Sherry, and figured
it was a pretty good bet. That person does the same thing, actually. A
lot of the boys in her class do. That doesn't stop then for ridiculing
him, though.*

*So why is he so overweight?*

*Um, that's getting to be out of the area I can answer questions about,
Jack.*

*Oh? Not enough about sex?*

She gave a mall nod as she spooned up some ice cream. "Yum!"

*Hmmm. Ok, I think I would like to help the boy become more attractive
to the girls so that he can hopefully get laid, but first I need to know
why he is so overweight. Better?*

*Yes. His weight problem is due to a combination of things. His
metabolism is a bit slow. His eating habits are bad, due mostly to his
family life. And he doesn't exercise much. He'd be a pretty cute guy if
he were more in shape.*

Jack thought through a couple of bites of ice cream. *Ok, can we speed
up his metabolism to normal, whatever that is?*

*Yes, Jack.*

*As for the diet and exercise, how about we give him a bit of incentive
from now through the end of summer. Let's have him quickly discover that
on any day that he eats well and gets some exercise, that night he will
have an enjoyable sexual dream involving her. The more ideal the diet
and exercise that day for his current fitness level, the more realistic
and enjoyable the dream that night should be. The dreams will start out
as perhaps her stripping for him, and progress through hand jobs, then
blow jobs, and on to actual sex as he progresses, the goal being to get
his as fit as is safe by the start of school in the fall. Ok so far?*

Tingle. *Yes, Jack.*

*Ok, so would he be near his ideal fitness level by then?*

*No, he'd still have a ways to go.*

*Ok, well hold that thought for a moment, and let's switch to the girl.*

*Ok.*

*Why is she so... bitchy?*

*Well, she used to be a pretty good kid. The biggest reason for the
change is that she has fallen in with 'the wrong crowd.' They are
influencing her to make poor choices, including starting to take drugs.*

*I see. Well, again over the summer, let's have her realize that these
aren't the people she should be hanging out with, and cut ties cleanly
with them in such a way that there are no reprisals. By the end of the
summer she should be back to being that good kid. Once school starts
again and she sees what is happening to him, although she won't know
what his incentive has been, she will make that incentive a reality.
Partly to repay the cruelty she is now heaping on him, and partly to
give him extra incentive, she will give small, then bigger and bigger
sexual rewards as he works toward his ideal fitness level. By the time
he gets there, they should be fully involved sexually, although safely,
and with no pregnancies, disease, etc. After that, it's up to them how
they want to proceed, perhaps as a couple, perhaps just enjoying
frequent, or occasional, 'booty calls,' or perhaps they amicable go
their separate ways. In any event, they should both come out of it
happy, healthy and on the track to better lives.*

*Very nice, Jack.*

*Thanks!*

They finished their banana split as they continued to make small talk,
mostly out loud so as not to draw more strange looks. Once they were
done, and Genie had licked the bowl completely clean, firming Jack's
cock in the process as he watched her pink tongue lick every crevice of
the bowl repeatedly, he said, "Ok, I'm beat. Let's head home."

She smiled. Ok, Jack."

It was only 10 PM when they got back, but Jack was dead tired. Not so
tired, though, that he failed to notice and be momentarily surprised by
the pristine condition of his apartment as they walked through the door.
He had completely forgotten his earlier experiment in getting around the
limitations of what types of wishes Genie could grant. He laughed and
gave her a hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. He was sorely tempted to
do more, to continue playing with Genie and exploring her abilities,
worn out or not.

Tomorrow was a new day just bursting with possibilities, he finally
decided, and sleep beckoned. Depositing his purchases in the now clean
and organized closet, he picked up Genie and carried her toward the bed,
whispering in her ear.  As they neared the bed, their clothing
evaporated, appearing on the shelf in the closet, clean and neatly
folded. Meanwhile the bed turned itself down, and Jack dumped a
squealing Genie into it before diving over her, then wrapping his arms
around her as she turned to spoon with him. The lights extinguished, and
Jack sighed contentedly. His mind wouldn't quite let go yet, though, and
a question occurred.

"You do sleep, don't you? Really sleep? I know we took naps earlier, but
those were more passing out than going to sleep."

"I can sleep, Jack. Would you like to dream about anything? Experience a
fantasy, perhaps?"

"Hmmm. Tempting, but I think I'll wait. I've been considering what
fantasies I might like to live out, and how, but now that I can actually
do so, I can't decide what to do. Besides, I don't think that would be
appropriate on my first night with you. I think I just want to hold you
as we sleep."

She squirmed deeper into his arms. "That sounds wonderful, Master. Thank
you for making your Genie feel so and loved and appreciated."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "You are welcome. And thank
you for making your Master the luckiest Master ever."


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