0 comments/ 39455 views/ 2 favorites Genie in a Bottle Ch. 1 By: Caresse Mandylor He came from a bottle. No, you heard me right, a real life twenty-first century genie in a bottle found discarded at the side of the road. At first glance, it resembled a phallic, pinkish-peach flower vase. Even the base was like ceramic testicles. I picked it up and even though it was a cool summer morning, nothing like the humid Georgia heat that would come with the afternoon, the bottle had the warmth of human flesh. It gave the same sensation as would a lover rising from sleep and rustling his way out from underneath a den of blankets. Nah, it was just my overworked, oversexed imagination getting the best of me. I slipped it into my bookbag next to the June issue of Playgirl Magazine and my little mint green vibrating friend. I worked slow, lingering nights - midnight shift - in an answering service boardroom all by my lonesome. I had to have something to do to pass the time. Once inside my apartment, I pulled it out, feeling its length a little more, then placed it by the old Smith Corona on my writing desk and went on the first of my morning rituals - the search for food. A leftover slice of double pepperoni and mushroom pizza...ah, the breakfast of champions. I nibbled on a cold piece of pepperoni, savoring the spiciness and the memory of the lover I'd shared it with the afternoon before. After the main course, I had turned the delivery boy into dessert. It was easy enough to do. Just answer the door naked and see if that slightly- past- puberty college boy doesn't stick around, even if you don't tip him. It's the perfect opportunity to make a couple of his little frat boy fantasies come true. A loud crash coming from the living room created a sudden halt to my pleasantly erotic memories. Oh, no! Please tell me that loud commotion was not my new toy falling to the floor and splattering into pieces with a guilty looking cat standing over it. I have a giant black and white tom cat, Steve, with a passion, bordering on obsessive infatuation, for bottles and jars. His logic, "Why should I play with all the little cat toys Caresse's friends give me for Christmas when it's so much more fun to destroy something valuable?" The pizza forgotten, I dashed into the living room and found a cloud of smoke coming from the top of the, thankfully still in one piece, vase. Steve took off in a hurry, suddenly deciding it was time for him to go out. I didn't have time to chase him; someone had to turn off the smoke detector. When I turned around, I found a beautiful man in shimmering gold Arabian attire and white cowboy hat. I'm not lying! He had thick, inky black hair and the most beautiful almond colored eyes, physique straight from a romance novel cover, and somehow making his mismatched costume look downright sexy. "Ma'am, I'm the genie of the bottle and I'm here to grant three wishes to the person who has freed me." "Ma'am? Somehow I never pictured anyone being called ma'am in Scherezhade's versions of your story." "No. That was a long time ago and a long way from here. I only ask that when you get your wishes you leave the bottle here in this place you call The South. I have come to have a deep love for this place and wish to remain." "A southern genie? Cool!" "What would you like your first wish to be?" "Anything?" Officially, my cat rubbed the bottle, but what my new cowboy genie didn't know wasn't going to hurt him. Besides, where was the little furry monster now? You snooze, you lose... "Yes, Ma'am." "I wish for mindblowing sex!" "Excuse me?" "You said I could have any wish." "I am very surprised. Most wish for money, eternal beauty..." "Screw that! Just screw me!" Man, oh man, did he! I was backed all the way into my kitchen by the strength of his masculine presence, steadily moving forward. Out of his gold, glittery genie pants he pulled out an eight inch, thickly veined, throbbing cock, already moist at the tip with precum. The dam bust between my legs just looking at it. He threw me against the cream colored refrigerator door, lifted my dress and aimed his cock at the open lips of my naked pussy. His thick hands grabbed my bare buttocks, lifted me off the ground and positioned me where I could get the most from his thrusts. The first was buried so deep inside me I thought it was going to tickle my tonsils. I was being fucked wildly, primitively. Genie rode my pussy in crazy, savage strokes while my trembling legs clutched tightly to his hips. Yes! Yes! Yes! I clung to him, my fingernails biting into his shoulders. There was no asking. "Have you come yet?" He knew. He knew as I filled the air with my cries of pleasure, as my body convulsed around him with the power of my quicky orgasm. Hot genie semen filled every internal crack and crevice of my hungry pussy, like a volcanic eruption. For the first time in my life, I collapsed to the floor, wanting nothing more than to lay there, sprawled out in a state of bliss and sleep. * * * * * I woke up an hour or so later, thinking it was just a dream, but there I was splattered all over my kitchen floor with my dress bunched at my waist, my pussy tingling and tender to the touch. A white cowboy hat lay on the floor near my cheek. Sure enough! Back in the living room, my genie was relaxing in a macho bundle on the couch, drinking a beer and eating a T.V. dinner, watching Turner Broadcasting - Movies for Men who like Movies. Steve laid spread across his bare feet in an overfed stupor. Men! Doesn't matter what race or species... "Good afternoon, Ma'am," he said in a sexy, satisfied growl that men get when they know they've made a girl come. "Have you had time to think of an, equally, uhmm, satisfying wish?" "Yes...I want mindblowing sex!" "Ma'am, pardon me, but that was your first wish." "Well, that was this morning. This is now!" "As you wish, Ma'am." And without complaint, he deserted his roost on my couch, scooped me up into his broad, muscular arms and carried me into my bedroom. My soft midnight blue dress was pulled slowly over my head. I was pressed delicately into the comfort of my bed and felt as if on a cloud. My genie became my personal angel, carefully attending to my every need. As he leaned over me, he looked deep into my eyes then pressed his full, silky lips against mine. It was so good, warm and soft and melting. Everything was done languidly, consuming time as if there was an endless supply. Each kiss was deeper and deeper than the one before it. Deeper until it was just no longer enough and we were both hungry for more. His lips began a trail down the column of my neck, so lightly my flesh wondered if I was actually being touched, yet all the tingling sensations whispered, "Yes." At my breasts, the cavern between was given his undivided attention, then each nipple in turn. Light nibbles and licks led to hungry sucking motions, his heated mouth nursing vigorously as I gasped repeatedly and writhed beneath him. My hands moved in soft, circular motions at his shoulders before my fingers braided into the dark thickness of his hair. Lower and lower, the heated moisture from his lips quarreled with the air-conditioned cold that consumed whatever he left behind. With moans and cries, I begged for his hands and mouth, begged for him to find a way to have him touch and taste me everywhere at once. It was desertion, my body shrieked as his fingers and lips moved further down, looking for that even more delectable, even more sensitive inch of flesh a finger's length south of the one before it. His mouth reached the darkish blond patch of hair below my belly button. He had been maneuvering me, I thought, making me focus on his mouth, the full, satin lips, the worn sandpaper lapping of his tongue. My every movement, mental and physical, was focused on only one thing...where he would kiss me next. He looked into my eyes, the vividness of his own tearing way any thought other than the promise of another orgasm. Genie pressed his lips against the mound of soft hair then moved to the top corner of my plush neither lips, pressing his tongue against the uppermost crevice. "Please, oh please, oh please!" I begged, digging deep into my pillows with my fingernails. His nose taped against the super-sensitive place where my thighs and sex joined and I squealed, no howled, in a very unladylike fashion. Genie's tongue slithered an upward stroke, slowly up the lips of my pussy before giving me lessons in oral sex that could go back centuries. He tormented my entire pussy with his thick, squishy tongue fucking me, pulling away each time my vaginal walls contracted to try and capture it. The lengthy time he spent on my clitoris right before the orgasms that I thought would make me insane was as an endlessly hungry man, sucking and slurping as I came and came and came. He watched my orgasms. There wasn't a single moment when I wasn't aware of his light brown eyes studying my every movement. I was a trembling mass of sweat and exhaustion when he lifted his head, crawled over my body and kissed me again on the lips...just as the encounter had begun. I tasted myself on him, his lips, his cheeks, his chin and took secret pleasure in the way he curled up next to me and rested. I guess even the most hardcore girls like a little romance every now and then. Again, I slept... To Be Continued... Genie in a Bottle Ch. 2 It was almost dark when I woke up from my dreams of sexy genies from peach penis bottles. With half-opened eyes I saw him sitting on my bedroom floor with a pile of books scattered around his knees. I never realized genies like to read, but I guess they do. He was obviously getting great satisfaction from the contents of my bookshelf and I didn't want to disturb him. I craved the chance to watch. "Good evening, Ma'am," he grinned like a little boy up to no good. The light coming in from my bedroom window was growing sparce but flickered in his eyes as if winking at me. "I was looking at your copy of the Kama Sutra. You do not have the complete volume." "Nope, it's pretty much just a glorified picture book with a sample of positions." "That is very sad. A woman of your sensuality needs to see and taste the entire work." I was going to melt for sure if he kept talking. "Oh, well! Besides Americans aren't as limber as Eastern Indians. I've heard there are positions we just can't contort ourselves into." "I can show your body how to experience them...," he whispered. I'm over here. The puddle under the baby blue comforter. He rose from his seat on the floor and joined me on the bed. Each of my eyelids was kissed, one and then more leisurely the other, and I moaned softly in response. His hot breath caressed my ear as he spoke softly. "It is a good thing you had that book for me to read. There were some things I had forgotten and I must be prepared for your third wish. I would assume that your next wish would be for mindblowing sex, no?" "No," I responded, feeling more brazen than ever around this man, who's only purpose was to satisfy my wishes. I'd heard a genie's magic was a double-edged sword. Be careful what you wish for and abstain if you have the will power. Let's just say the three million dollars you asked for might go missing from the bank where you have a suddenly increased account. But have I not had two really great, totally satisfying wishes with no harm done other than fainting from the pleasure? He could make one of my most secret fantasies come true - all in the power of a wish. "Sweet Genie, I'm ready to make my third wish. I wish...I wish for mindblowing, public, chance-of-getting-caught sex!" His nose twitched, his fingers snapped and I blinked, opening my eyes again in the answering service boardroom where I made my living. Both of us were naked as Adam and Eve before the apple and the place had never seemed more crowded. The full crew was there, ten of the twelve available chairs filled with telephone secretaries answering calls by the hundreds. During the overnight shift it seemed so dead and lonely compared to this. I stood absolutely still, never more aware of my nakedness than at that moment as the booming cacophony of ringing telephones and activity swirled around me. "No, Genie! This is bad! I'm going to be fired for this! Make it stop! Please! Don't do this to me." I cried out, my eyes filling with tears, not realizing no one heard my screams. "Don't worry, Ma'am," He pulled me into his embrace, patting my shoulders in comfort. "I won't hurt you. Trust me. You can see them but they can't see you." His soft spoken words slowly drove reality into my frantic brain cells. He's right. No one was looking at me. I was standing naked in the middle of the blue tiled floor and not a single soul stopped answering the phones to look. "Others of my kind like to play games, Ma'am, make victims of the ones who release them. I do not do that. I play fair, and especially in cases like you, enjoy my work immensely." I couldn't help myself and walked around the room, stopping at the supervisor station, "Hey, Irene! Need me to pull the stats?" I giggled, watching her answer the phones as if there wasn't a naked woman standing beside her. "Hi, Beth! Need me to do some of the undelivereds?" No answer. It was so incredibly sexy. Who could believe something so naughty was possible and I was doing it? Who knows? I might even try this where someone could see me next time? I plopped down in one of the empty plush blue office chairs, legs apart with my hands resting on the triangle of chair between them. I laughed when Irene turned to Beth and said, "Did you just see that chair move?" "It's under the air conditioner vent," she replied quickly before answering another call. I was a naked gust of air... "Hey, Genie, let's heat up the coldest part of the room. Everybody complains about this vent!" "Yes, Ma'am, but get on your knees in the chair and face the other direction. Cross your arms over the back and lean over a little...Yes, that is a good girl." "What are you doing, you naughty little Genie, or not so little Genie?" My eyes wandered to the part getting bigger by the moment. "I'm going to teach you a little trick that is too racy for the Kama Sutra." The time it took me to lean into my arms took milliseconds. His hands opened me even further than the position naturally instigated and caressed me, moving in wicked flutters up and down the lips of my sex, making me hotter and wetter. Genie lowered to his knees, his fingers were soon joined by his lips and tongue. Ooooo. Oh, my! He was doing it again. I was going to be way beyond sore throat from all the screaming in the morning if he kept this up. But, oh, how the pain would be worth it! He stroked, fondled and tasted me until I was so close to coming I was blinded by need. I was aroused to the point of bursting when he finally stood up, gripped my shoulders, moved his feet in the path of the chair wheels to keep them from moving and slipped inside me. I was so wet he glided in with ease, making me feel like a human wet velvet glove. He didn't insert his long cock all the way inside, but I didn't complain once I realized ...oh... that he was only doing it ...mmmm... only going deep enough ...Yes!... to make direct contact with the ....Yes! Yes!... very elusive g-spot that I'd been searching for forever. He found it. Oh, yes! There is a God! He found it! "Please, baby, please don't stop! I have to come! ... I have to come or explode!" His hands were everywhere, on my nipples, my sides, my belly, my clitoris. The owner of the company came right up to the chair and I squealed, jerking in Genie's grip but that only pushed him deeper inside me. Did he know? Couldn't he smell the hot sex smell that was filling my lungs to capacity. I was receiving the mother of all orgasms, not the five or ten second variety but closer to a minute than I've ever been before. Mindblowing, mega intense orgasm that left me soaked in sweat and drained, crying tears of joy. Genie leaned into me and I felt his breath in hot gasps at the nape of my neck. He pushed in a few more times, bringing himself off with enough semen to drench, not only my pussy, but leak onto my thighs as well. I wondered if it would leave stains in the chair. My legs were shaky as I tried to stand and I wound up tripping and pushing the chair almost clear across the room. I was falling, but captured in my lover's muscular arms midway to the floor. "I got you, Ma'am," he laughed as he pulled me up against his chest. I stayed there as the evening crew contemplated what kind of air conditioning unit could send a chair flying like that. "Hi sweeties! It's just Caresse Mandylor and her amazing fucking genie!" To Be Continued... Genie in a Bottle Ch. 3 We walked home together, hand in hand. It just seemed right and it was. Twenty minutes of nonsexual intimacy that I'll never forget as long as I live. We stayed naked (well, maybe it wasn't completely nonsexual - I was out of wishes and couldn't ask for clothes even if I wanted to). If you think I spent several moments flashing passing cars and mooning the police officer sitting in his cruiser eating a doughnut (Oblivious... but what's new?) then you would be absolutely correct. Genie was a fascinating man, intelligent, well-traveled, multilingual (Oh, watching is tongue move as he told me I was beautiful in about six or seven different languages!) He possessed an amazing storytelling ability and it saddened me to know that as soon as we returned to my apartment he would have to return to the bottle. Like I mentioned earlier in my story, my cat Steve had a fetish for bottles and jars, anything glass with a hole in the top. I laughed when we walked in through the front door and Steve was working desperately to free his fat, furry paw from the opening of the bottle. Thank you, Steve! This guarantees you an enormous Christmas present this year. Heck, I might even splurge and start buying canned food! "Ooops, looks like you can't go home yet. Wanna stick around and give me a couple more wishes?" A sigh escaped from deep within Genie's chest and a tired look crossed his eyes, "Ma'am, I must say it has been a pleasure serving you, granting your wishes. It will be an experience I shall never forget. You are like no other, but I fear I don't have the strength to give you another wish." "Sure you do," I giggled enthusiastically and pushed him into my great-grandmother's rocking chair. (I'm sure if she was still alive she would have done the same thing.) From Steve's toybox I quickly removed a couple worn out and frayed knee-hi stockings and before his instincts could give him adequate warning I had just enough time to tie his wrists to the cherry oak armrests. "Now who said knee-his can't be sexy?" Then again, how could a Genie be so slow witted and survive. That is unless...he was just humoring me. Oh! I'll get you for that! "Oh, Ma'am. I can't! I have not the strength!" He grinned wickedly at me. "Oh, hush. You won't have to work at all. Just relax and enjoy the orgasm." He was beautifully naked and I got to watch his arousal from the beginning, starting with the little twitch that my words created. I took his semi-hardening cock in between my fingers and smoothed over the veiny length, trying to feel the pulse of blood just below my fingertips. I was told in high school gym class, by the other cheerleaders, that men with veiny cocks were the most sensual, the most passionate, and so far that little piece of advice and never been proven wrong. I took him in between my lips, lapping at the thick head and the cute little hole in the tip. My tongue became well acquainted with the tiny place just below the tip. I traced as many of those veins as my tongue would allow, drinking in the warm male scent and taste of his cock. I'd never known a more intriguing fragrance. I took him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down slowly to the rhythm he gave me with the gentle pressure his hands had in the back of my hair. Hey, how did his hands get there? I had him tied up. Oh well, I was having too much fun to retie him. Lower and lower I went until I had taken all of him in my mouth, my nose taping into the background of his belly. A couple more thrusts into my throat and I was comfortable enough to try anything. Gag reflex conquered my friend, want to see what I can do? I pushed the chair and the rocking motion worked its own magic, easing his cock faster in and out of my hungry mouth. All I had to do was lick and suck, both of which I did with overwhelming gusto... And he said he couldn't go any more. His cock filled my mouth with at least three spurts of thick, creamy come, more than I thought possible regarding the amount of exercise he'd been subjected to in the last twelve hours. But with genies, I guess anything is possible. I swallowed every drop I could, missing very little and then leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. Here's your chance to taste yourself on me, sweetheart. Like it? Poor baby really was exhausted and fell asleep sitting in the chair almost immediately afterwards. He earned his rest and while he napped softly in the chair I went in to the kitchen and got enough butter to rescue my poor, miserable feline menace. The bottle knew my wishes were gone and the moment Steve's paw popped from the hole, I felt a gush of wind and knew my lover was gone, too. I didn't even have to look up at the empty chair. Whoever said a genie's magic was never all good and never all bad was probably right. He's definitely distracting and has probably ruined my sex life for a long time to come. After all, who else could perform like he did? I wonder why his previous owner left him at the side of the road. Poor souls, maybe you only get one rub of the bottle. Well, I haven't officially rubbed it yet. That's one. I can go buy plants with long leaves that swing in the breeze to keep by the bottle, start a cat sitting service. Let me get horny enough and I'll find a way. This bottle might be staying with me for awhile. I might even invite a few friends over. - The End -