Be careful when you rub a genie's lamp - she might just want a whole lot more!
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The adventurous Karen has gotten her hands on the fabled Lamp of Legend. She failed to account for the libido of Cassandra, the beautiful genie, however, who’s quick to bend her new mistress’ wishes to her own lustful ends.
Faced with a horny genie with unending
stamina and a manhood that just keeps getting bigger, will Karen last
through the long, messy night? Or will
the slave rise to become the mistress?
This exotic 3,700 word story contains
the following alluring themes: futa on female, hyper futa, cock expansion, exotic dress, enormous
endowments and a mess worthy of an Arabian Night.
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The vortex of smoke coalesced into a figure at the foot of the bed. It was so cliché that Karen almost started laughing. The Genie was a beautiful, brown-skinned woman in an elaborate harem dancer’s dress with long, black hair cascading down her back, but she looked ridiculously out of place beside the crappy old television by the wall and the broken electric fan. She clearly belonged in a sultan’s harem a thousand years ago. Her dress was adorned with jewels of every color that managed to look good even in the cold light of the ceiling lamp, while the fabric of her dress was so thin that Karen could practically see right through it.
Put on display like this, it was obvious that the Genie was more of a woman that Karen had ever imagined possible– full, perky breasts the size of melons jiggled gently in front of her and her implausibly thin waist bloomed out into a wide pair of hips that left any big-booty icon in the dust. The artfully arranged jewelry only served to further accentuate her curves to a level that made even Karen blush and briefly consider what the touch of a woman might be like.
Still, the graceful woman did not miss a beat and bowed deeply in front of Karen, her baubles clinking softly with every movement. “Greetings, Mistress. I am the Genie of the Lamp. As thanks for releasing me, I am your slave to command and I owe you three wishes.” The genie gave her a meaningful look. “But you knew that already.”
Karen was still smiling like a fool and gave a brief nod as she rubbed her hands. “Of course I did. Hi! I’m Karen. You may continue to call me mistress, though.” Her blue eyes twinkled while she tried to organize her thoughts – she’d been preparing for this moment for so long, but the sheer weight of the power at her fingertips was a dizzying experience. So many possibilities! “Do you have a name besides Genie? It sounds a tad too impersonal.”
“I’ve been named many things over the years,” the Genie started. “I prefer to go by Cassandra.”
“Cass it is, gotcha. Ooh, also wanted to check – is the ‘no wishing for more wishes’ rule in effect?” Karen got to her feet and started rummaging through her stack of notes. That question had never been clearly explained in her research. Karen had previously settled on the most optimal wishes after much deliberation and written them down, but her chaotic nature came back to bite her ass when she had to find the damn notebook again. The rush of actually speaking to the genie made her hands quiver and obliterate what little order there was to her stack of papers.
Cassandra laughed gently and tactfully covered her mouth. “Yes, you cannot wish for more wishes. That is the only limitation to the cosmic power at your disposal. That is the only limitation, my dear mistress, and it can be overcome with the right kind of imagination.”
Karen stopped rummaging through the stack of notes with an overstuffed binder in each hand and a ton of loose pages scattered over her lap and the rest of bed. “Huh? Go on.” She fell silent, chewing lightly on her lower lip. “Why would you help me phrase a wish?”
The genie smiled warmly, leaning over the edge of the bed and putting her deep, brown-skinned cleavage on even better display. “If you phrase it right, you can gain the power to grant wishes to your heart’s content.”
“Hey! Don’t try to trick me, I saw that Disney movie!”
Cassandra shook her head. “I’m not trying to make you into a genie, but you could gain a measure of my power. As for why – am I not allowed to like my mistress? You’re a vast improvement over the last dozen sweaty, old men who got their hands on me.” She cracked a grin. “Besides, if I can get away with giving you one wish instead of three, I get to do only a third of the normal work.”
Karen hesitated. She really should find her notes, but Cass’ proposition sounded logical enough. She hadn’t considered magical power as a possible wish and she’d always have some more wishes to bail her out, right?
“Hmm. I guess.” Karen bit her lip. “Alright. Let’s try that. Just gotta put these back and we’re good to go.”
The genie snapped her fingers and the notes jerked abruptly out of Karen’s hands, flying into the air and rearranging themselves perfectly on the nightstand. Cassandra winked. “A taste of what is to come. Now, you have to make the wish to be filled with my power, then I can do my work.”
Karen nodded and briefly hesitated. Didn’t this sound a bit too easy? But why be difficult if it really was that simple? “Right, right. So… I wish to be filled with your power.”
Cassandra broke into a wide smile. “Excellent! Your wish is my command, my mistress.” She did a flourish and bowed, once again filling the room with the gentle sound of jingling jewelry. “Be aware that snapping my fingers alone won’t do the job. This sort of wish takes some time for me to fulfill.” The smile grew wider. “But it is oh so enjoyable.”
Karen waited for a few milliseconds until her patience ran out. “Huh? So get to it. What do you need to – what the hell?” Cassandra’s friendly expression changed subtly, eyes descending down Karen’s body in an openly ogling manner while she gave the woman a wanton smile. The genie’s body remained unmoving, hands squarely on her hips, yet something made her jewels chime again. The delicate satin panties that struggled to keep Cassandra descent started bulging outwards before Karen’s eyes in a slow expansion, threads bursting as something big and meaty manifested itself.
“Ah…” The genie moaned slowly and deliberately, licking her plump lips and grinning at the sight of Karen trembling on the bed with her gaze fixed on Cassandra’s emerging cock. A thick, dark shaft slipped over the hem of her inadequate undergarment, a dozen inches slapping lewdly against the genie’s wide, brown thigh. Then her panties could hold on no longer and gave up, snapping apart and allowing a pair of swollen, grape-sized nuts to emerge into the open.
“Much better, don’t you think?” The genie’s voice was like butter, slow and sultry.
Karen snapped out of the trance, looking back up at Cassandra’s face in disbelief. “Just what do you think you’re doing? You were supposed to give me power, not fuck me over!”
Cassandra giggled. “I’m doing all that. Now I’m properly equipped to... fulfill your wishes.”
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