5 comments/ 41191 views/ 16 favorites An Old Lamp, A New Life By: iluvitall Writer's Note: This is the beginning of a fantasy. It does start slow, at least sexually. I hope that the reader will find a nice pay-off at the end. If I get enough comments, I will continue the story. It has many possibilities! Chapter 1 It was a Saturday morning. I found myself browsing through a pawn shop. I wasn't there because I was interested in buying somebody else's junk. I was there because the girl behind the counter was beautiful. She was about 5'2", between ninety-five and a hundred pounds, blonde, blue eyes, and a smile that was so bright it put the sun to shame. I met her at a party the weekend before. We hadn't talked much because frankly before the events of that day I was a shy, slightly pudgy, less than average middle aged guy with a pencil dick. She was in her early twenties and had at least three guys hitting on her at any one time the whole evening. I just lurked in the corners following her into whatever part of the room she happened to be in. I know, that makes me just a creepy loser. But that's who I was, a constantly horny, oversexed, creepy loser. She came over to me. I thought I would pass out when she got close. Of course, she did not recognize me. Just doing her job, she asked, "Can I help you find something?" Her voice was sweet, cute, and sexy. I swallowed like I had not had anything to drink in days and muttered something like, "Uh, no, uh, just looking." That was true; I was just looking at Candace. "Let me know if I can help you with anything." And she walked over to another customer. When I was able to start breathing again I decided I better actually look at some of the merchandise so it wouldn't be so obvious that I was a creepy stalker. I went over to an area of the store marked "Estate Sale." The goods in this corner apparently all came from some rich guy's estate. He had died suddenly with no real family. The pawn shop owner had gone to the estate sale and bought some of the smaller pieces. He had bought the whole lot pretty cheap hoping to make a profit by selling them an item at a time. There were a few little statues, some old ash trays, some small paintings and lithographs, two Tiffany style lamps, and various other decorative items. However, there was one piece that caught my eye. It was a little oil lamp. It reminded me of something you would see in an Arabian Nights movie. It desperately needed cleaning and polishing, but I could tell it was probably the oldest item in the lot. It intrigued me, so I decided to buy it. None of the merchandise from the estate sale was priced, so I had to summon up the courage to ask Candace. "Uh, Miss? I need some help." Boy, did I need help. She came over and once again disarmed me with her sweet smile. "Sure! How can I help?" I wanted to blurt out, "Please marry me and make me the happiest man in town!" Instead I said, "How much is this old oil lamp?" "Well, the owner hasn't really priced this stuff yet. Did you have a price in mind?" How was I supposed to know the value of something like this? "I didn't really have anything in mind. It looks like it might be worth something. How about $100?" She smiled and replied, "Oh, sir I don't think the owner would part with this piece for $100. How about $500?" Now you have to know that I was a low-level accountant at a small box factory. I did not make much money and spent all I did make. Five-hundred dollars was a lot of money to me. However, I did not want to appear cheap to this goddess, so I countered with a four-hundred dollar offer. She countered with four-hundred and fifty dollars, and we had a deal. I took out my credit card, maxed it out with the purchase, and left the store to go home. All the way home I was beating myself up about buying that old lamp. What the hell did I need an oil lamp for? Why would I spend so much on an old piece of junk? Was Candace laughing at me because I was snookered into buying a piece of worthless garbage? Yes, I know, these were the mental ramblings of an insecure loser. Before going home I stopped by the hardware store and bought some brass cleaner. I thought since I had the thing, it might as well look good. After eating a quick sandwich, I decided to see if I could do with it. My wife had left me about five years ago, so my apartment looked like a bachelor's pad. I thought maybe this would be the start to adding some spice to the décor. I started by taking a wet rag and washing off the surface dirt, and there was a lot of it. This lamp had not been touched in years. I then squeezed some of the cleaner onto another rag and started rubbing it onto the surface. As I rubbed the compound onto the lamp I could not believe my eyes. The surface under all of the grime was absolutely gorgeous. It shined up brilliantly. My buffing uncovered a luster like I had never seen in my life. It was so beautiful it was mesmerizing. When I finished polishing the last section, my life changed forever. Now I know you're expecting something cliché. However, you need to know that there was no smoke; a fat, blue-skinned man in a turban did not magically appear in my room; and Barbara Eden did not magically appear wearing a belly dancer's outfit mysteriously covering her navel. However, I suddenly felt that my mind was being transported to some other dimension. My body was still in my living room, but my mind was in another place, maybe even another time. I really could not see anything, but I just knew I was in a separate space. I could not see anything, but my mind perceived everything. I could hear birds chirping. I could hear voices talking. I tried to look around but nothing was clear to my sight. Suddenly a voice talked directly to me. "Hello Kyle." The voice made my heart jump a beat. It was a deep, booming voice filled with a power I had never experienced. I could not figure out why I was not scared out of my mind, but I was not afraid in the least. The voice spoke again. "Kyle, I am Haji Ben al Sib [at least that's how I remember the name]. I am known in your language as a genie. I am aware of the legends, and you need to know that none of what you have read is strictly accurate. I am not here to grant you three wishes. However, I am here to change your life. I am here to grant you any fantasy you can dream of." I was dreaming, surely, but I was still aware of my earthly surroundings. I was still aware of my body. But my mind was definitely hearing this voice. It was real. I could hear, but I was so confused, I could barely speak. "Kyle," he continued, "I know you have many questions, and I will answer them in good time. However, let me tell you the stipulations for granting these changes, and then we will see if you want to continue." I managed to let out an "Ok, sure." "Rather than three wishes, I will spend one week with you tailoring your new life. You must make all of the choices. I cannot make any suggestions nor offer advice. I will grant you everything you desire with a few exceptions. I cannot make something appear out of nothing. I can only reshape or influence what is already there. I cannot change the past. What is done is done. I cannot give you eternal life. That privilege is out of my hands. Once the week is done and my job is finished, you will never return to my abode and never hear from me again. And Kyle, this is the most important stipulation; everything I put into motion will be permanent. Your life can never return to the way it was. So you must choose your changes wisely." My body swallowed hard, and my mind began swimming with possibilities. I did not know if he could read my thoughts, but he interrupted my imagination by saying, "And Kyle, you may never tell anyone about me. If you do, one of my associates will visit you and terminate our contract permanently. Also, my lamp only works once every fifty years, so it would be useless to give it to anyone else. The lamp will choose my next human at the appointed time. You have until tomorrow to decide if you want to proceed. If you do, simply pick up the lamp and you will return to me." After that instruction, I found my mind back in my living room. My body was shaking. My knees were weak. Was I dreaming? I looked down at the lamp in my hand. I could see my reflection in the now shimmering metal. I looked like I had seen a ghost. Genies are not real. But God did that feel real. I did not sleep at all that night. I kept waffling between convincing myself it was an afternoon dream and considering all of the wonderful things that I could wish for (if it were real). My alarm unnecessarily went off at 6:00. I had decided that I would check out the lamp's reality bright and early so I could get on with my day when it all turned out to be a figment of my imagination. I took a shower so I could relax a bit. I put on my robe and walked into the living room. I stared at the lamp for a few minutes trying to work up the courage to pick it up. Why was I so worried about a dream? I kept asking myself, "Was it a dream?" There was only one way to find out. Chapter 2 I nervously picked up the shiny lamp. I was immediately back in the other dimension hearing my new friend Haji say, "Hello again Kyle." "Hello Haji" is all I could muster. "So you are ready to proceed?" "Yes, I think so." "There is no think Kyle. You must decide yes or no. Remember, I can give no advice, so you must be sure of each request. Every alteration I make has many ripple effects. So I ask again, are you ready?" I thought for a moment, but my lust and greed took over and I said, "Absolutely, I am ready." "Good. Everything must originate with you. I must give you everything you ask for without question as long as it does not violate the previously mentioned rules. I only caution again for you to choose wisely. Whatever I do can never be undone." After all the fantasizing, thinking, and mental planning, now that the time had come to start making my choices and I was almost too afraid to say anything. All Haji's talk about "ripple effects" and "permanency" had me scared to death. I kept thinking about destroying the space/time continuum or something. Finally, I asked, "Haji, can you change my appearance? I mean I'd really like to look like a stud instead of a wimp." He cautioned, "Yes, I can change your appearance. However, if I do that you will have to cease being you, Kyle. You will be unable to explain the drastic change to anyone you know. But, if you choose to do so, I can alter your appearance to anything you like. I cannot change your height. I cannot change your gender. But every other aspect of your appearance is changeable." Did I really want to do that? "If I choose to do that, what do I do about my job, my family, my friends? What about the government...you know driver's license, social security, and any other legal matter?" Haji answered with no hint of emotion or judgment, "If you so choose I can alter every facet of your life in order to give you a new one. I can arrange for you to get a new job. I can alter government records to give you a new identity. However, I can do nothing about your family and friends. You would never be able to contact them as Kyle. You can never tell anyone about me, so there would be no plausible explanation for your appearance." I thought to myself, "No wonder Tony Nelson never wanted Jeanie to use her magic on him." However, as I reflected on my life so far, I decided that the change was needed. So I nervously said, "Ok Mr. Haji, I am ready. Make me into one well-built, handsome, completely desirable young man." He corrected, "Kyle, the process is not immediate. Your body could not handle the sudden change. However, over the next week you will gradually see the changes coming. By the end of our week together, your metamorphosis will be complete." I added, "While we're at it Haj, can you make sure my, uh, penis is long and thick? I mean, what's the use of a stud's body without a stud's cock?" I laughed. Haji did not. He just said, "As you wish." I tried to reconnect my mind with my body to see if I could sense any changes. So far I thought my stomach might feel a little smaller, but it might be my imagination. Each request I made went something like this description. I made a request, Haji gave me some helpful warning about the world ceasing to spin, I insisted, he complied. Every day for eight hours I planned my new perfect life with this miracle worker. And at the end of the week, my new life was at my doorstep. I couldn't believe the week was over, but when I looked in the mirror, I knew Haji was who he said he was. I was the same height, but I had abs! I had a taut, muscled chest. I had a full head of blonde hair. I was gorgeous. Everything was well-defined and muscular. I had the face of a movie star, and the star wasn't John Candy. Haji had delivered. And when I surveyed my nether regions, I was very pleased. Instead of my five inch pencil dick, I had a flaccid cock that was hanging down a good five inches already and was thicker than any soft cock I had ever seen. I could only imagine what it would look like when I was aroused. I would have to test that out later. Haji left me with a few more words of wisdom. "Your former life is over, Kyle. Your new life as Devin Harris begins today. Report to the company I indicated at eight o'clock in the morning, and you will be hired as their new senior vice president of accounting. From there you will have to make your own way up the corporate ladder. However, your new salary will be more than adequate to support the new lifestyle you requested. And Devin, you must put the lamp out of sight. No hint of my work can be known. The lamp will find its way into the right hands fifty years from now. It is time for me to retire from your presence. I hope you made your choices wisely, Devin." With that veiled warning, I was returned fully to my new body that was sitting in my new apartment. Of course, I had to move. Kyle was on the former lease, and Devin had a new life to start. The new apartment was a two-bedroom penthouse flat in the best part of town. It was an apartment complex that catered to the rich and the beautiful. It had the reputation of being a playground where anything was possible and expected. Rumor had it that nothing was taboo in this building. Truth be known, that's why I picked it. The apartment had everything a hot bachelor could want. And every time I looked in the mirror I knew I was a smoking hot bachelor, but it was going to take a while to look in the mirror without having to do a double-take. Part of the deal with the good genie was that I would always put out a sexy vibe with the ladies. He had another word for it, but I can't remember what it was right now. And dear reader let me tell you, that was my biggest mistake of the whole transformation. I know what you're thinking; every guy has the fantasy of being able to turn on any lady he wants, right? But that's NOT what I asked for. I asked to be irresistible to every lady. And since good old Haji couldn't give me advice, he did what I asked. Chapter 3 Since I didn't have the interview until the next morning, I decided to try out my new body. I went to the closet and surveyed my incredible new wardrobe. I could dress up or dress down in the latest and most expensive outfits. I had the day off, so I chose to dress down. I put on nothing fancy, just a nice polo shirt and a pair of slacks. I walked by the mirror, made one last minute check of my new fabulous self, and walked out the door. Because Haji and I had been busy the last week, I hadn't met anyone in the building yet. My penthouse covered the entire top floor, but I shared an elevator with the whole building. I got on the elevator, and pressed the lobby button. It was a ten story building. The elevator stopped on the ninth floor. In walked a pretty, middle aged lady, probably in her early to mid-forties. She was really only slightly above average, but attractive. She had kept herself in pretty good shape I judged. She had brown hair, about five foot four our so. I won't even try the weight thing. She was wearing a green button down blouse, tight fitting jeans, and tennis shoes. I smiled at her, but had other things on my agenda. The door closed and both of us reached for the button to repress the lobby button. Our hands accidentally touched. I said excuse me, but when I looked at her I saw bells going off in her head. She looked at me with lust. I tried to look away, but she said, "Well, hello. And who are you?" I started to say Kyle out of habit but managed to say, "Devin." She cooed, "I'm Sheila." She smiled and licked her lips. They were nice lips covered in a pink, shiny lip gloss. Before I could look away she said, "Would you like to go for a cup of coffee?" I was stunned. I looked down at her left hand and of course her finger was complete with a nice, big rock and a wedding band. I never had a desire to be a home wrecker, so I politely responded with, "Uh, Sheila, I'm flattered but I don't think I can go today." She didn't miss a beat, "Well, how about later?" Her hand then brushed against mine. My heart was racing. What the hell was I supposed to do with this? I mean it wasn't that she was unattractive, but this was not what I had bargained for. I nervously replied, "Sheila, I, uh, well, I'm not sure that's a good idea." "And why not?" I was getting the picture that she wasn't planning on taking no for an answer. "Well, uh, it's obvious you're married." Trying to sound magnanimous I said, "I don't think your husband would approve." "Fuck him," she bluntly replied. "He works all of the time, never comes home until late in the evening, and I'm sure he's balling his twenty-five year old secretary." She then reached over and put her hand directly on my crotch and continued, "And I need some of this very badly, Devin." She gave it a good squeeze before backing away slightly. I was aghast . . . no turned on . . . no aghast! I was feeling all of it. I figured there was no way of getting away from this lady, so I suggested, "Uh, Sheila, let's, uh, just go back up to my place, then." I couldn't believe I had suggested that. By that time we had arrived on the lobby level. The door opened, and a twenty-something blonde beauty stepped into the elevator. She had been for a jog and was wearing a tight, white t-shirt, some barely there shorts, and tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and sweat was pouring down her face. The sweat also made her shirt stick tightly to her body. She was about five foot two or so, and no more than ninety-five pounds. Yes, I went there with the weight with this girl. Her breasts were smallish, probably a B cup, but oh so perky! She reminded me of my dream girl, Candace. She asked us to push eight, and looked puzzled when we didn't get out. The two women knew each other. Sheila said, "Good morning Brittany." Brittany replied, "Good morning Sheila. Who's your friend here?" Sheila moved in a bit closer and answered, "This is my new friend Devin. He just moved into the Penthouse upstairs." I thought that would be it, but then she smiled with a wicked grin and continued, "We're going up to his place." I couldn't believe my ears. What was Brittany going to think? The bubbly, young woman just said, "Great!" She then looked over at me, and the same fireworks were going off in her eyes. She then looked at Sheila and asked, "Can I join you two?" Now, you know my former self by now. In that life I could never have picked up one overweight senior citizen without pissing my pants. Now I had two attractive women almost forcing themselves on me. I have to admit, my cock was getting pretty frisky by this point. At this moment I thought that Haji's work was pretty damned successful. An Old Lamp, A New Life Ch. 02 Author's Note: This is the second part of Devin's story. Readers will need to read part one to fully appreciate his dilemma. Thanks for those who commented on part one. Positive votes and feedback will encourage me to continue Devin's saga. Enjoy! Chapter 4 I left my apartment building, and walked into the parking garage. My new burgundy Corvette was waiting in my prime parking spot. I wasn't used to driving something so powerful, so the drive was not as smooth as I would have liked. The car, however, was awesome. I drove directly to Candace's pawn shop, still as horny as before my threesome. When I entered, Candace was with a customer, so I nonchalantly browsed the used items. Most of the estate sale items were gone, so I looked at the section with the expensive jewelry. Finally my dream girl came over to see if she could help. "May I help you, sir?" Her voice was as perfect as ever. "Well, I'm mostly looking, although I thought about buying a nice necklace," I said. "Is it for anyone in particular?" Before I thought I blurted out, "Well, I was thinking a necklace would look good on you." My boldness surprised me as much as it did Candace. Her blue eyes popped open, and she gave a nervous smile. It looked like she was going to blow me off, but then the same bells and whistles look came on her face. She licked her lips, "Sir, that's generous of you. If you gave me such a nice present, I guess I'd have to return the favor in some way." I could tell by the look on her face that she was facing a lot of internal conflict. She was not the nympho that my two previous lovers were. The power of the genie was overriding her normal moral compass. I could tell she was getting more and more aroused the longer I stood there. However, my own moral compass began getting the best of me. In an instant I realized that taking advantage of Candice would not be the right thing to do. I suppose the difference was the fact that I really liked Candice. I was happy she was interested, but I wanted to win her, not rely on some magic trick. I finally said, "We'll see what we can do. Show me your favorite necklace." She reached into the jewelry case and pulled out a beautiful multi-stone necklace made with rubies and diamonds. It shined brilliantly in the lights of the store. I could see why she liked it. "How much are you asking for it?" I asked. "The owner has it priced at five hundred, but I think he would be all right with four." "Sold!" I blurted. She jumped a bit as I pulled out four one-hundred dollar bills and gave them to her. She asked me to help her put the necklace on. As she turned around I began fumbling with the clasp. As I was hooking the two ends together, Candice pressed her ass into my crotch. Of course, my captive cock began coming to attention. It was obvious that I could have my way with her. I admit I wanted her badly, but not this way. The horny stalker suddenly developed a conscience. She moved away far enough to admire her new necklace in the mirror. Although the jewelry didn't go with her jeans and green button down blouse, I knew it would look stunning with the right outfit. I was thinking quicker on my feet these days so I inquired, "Look, miss, I'd like to ask you out for dinner tonight. But before I do, you'll need to tell me your name." I couldn't let on I knew who she was. She smiled sweetly, "My name is Candace, Candace Malone. And I would be happy to accept your offer but you'll have to tell me your name." "My name is Devin, Devin Harris." "Mmm... that's such a nice name," she cooed. "And where would Miss Candace Malone like to go tonight?" "Surprise me! I like big surprises. I just need to know what time so I can be ready for you." My heart jumped with every word she said. Although my body and face were different, the brain was still me. I was nervous even though I knew old Haji had fixed things for me. I finally muttered, "How about seven o'clock? Is that too late?" "Oh, no Devin. That will be perfect." "Great," I exclaimed loudly. "And where should I pick you up?" "300 West Sycamore, upstairs apartment." I smiled, trying not to look nervous, "Fantastic! I'll be there at seven o'clock." "I'll be waiting," she said batting her eyes like a school girl. I walked out the door and to my car. Two girls passed by me and both paused to smile, wink, and lick their lips. I just kept moving. My new life was going to be complicated, I realized. I got in my car and drove back toward my apartment but felt compelled to get some coffee. I walked into my favorite coffee shop. It was a small place with a lot of regulars. I got coffee there often. I was upset at first when the barista didn't recognize me. Then I remembered that I wasn't Kyle anymore. However, I still ordered Kyle's drink. While she was making my coffee, I could tell the poor girl was getting quite hot and bothered. She nearly burned herself because she couldn't take her eyes off of me. She even spontaneously unbuttoned the top button on her blouse. At one point she adjusted her bra around her ample breasts. She finally finished my order and handed it to me. I sat down at the corner table. I sat there because there were two older women giving me the eye at the table closest to the counter. I figured I better stay as far away from them as I could. I was glad that there weren't more women in the shop. I sat there sipping my coffee thinking about Candace and our impending date. I had decided to take her to an upscale seafood place near my house. I recalled hearing her tell one of the party guests how much she liked lobster. I wanted to win her with my ability to anticipate her needs. I closed my eyes for a moment trying to recall her face in my mind. When I opened them again the barista was standing next to my table. She said nervously, "Sir, can I get you anything?" As I mentioned earlier, I had come to this place for years, and no one had ever asked Kyle if he wanted anything else. I said, "Uh, no, I'm fine. But thanks." "Are you sure you don't need something?" she insisted as she adjusted her bra again. "No really, miss. I'm fine. I'm going to finish my coffee and leave in a moment," I said emphatically. The consequences of my poor request from the genie were becoming more obvious by the hour. The longer this girl stood there, the more on fire she was becoming. She was sliding her hands up and down her sides. Her knees were together like she was trying to keep from pissing in her panties. She kept licking her lips incessantly and looking at me with pure lust. She wasn't gorgeous, but she was attractive. However, in her heightened state of arousal, she looked absolutely stunning. In a quick moment the new Devin had to make a decision. I had to decide if my goal was to win the heart of Candace or become a player and screw every woman who threw herself at me. In that split second I decided that Candace was my goal. I swallowed my coffee and excused myself quickly deciding to go home to rest and get ready for the evening. I was glad to find that the two ladies had left. I was worried they might still be there and be ready for more. I fixed myself a salad. Haji told me that even though he had given me a new body, it would be up to me to maintain it. I didn't want to add any fat to this perfect physique, so I decided to eat light. The afternoon went by slowly. I watched some television, read a few chapters, and took a short nap in my incredibly comfortable recliner. I also looked over the information on this new company I was going to work for. Even though Haji had said the job was a sure thing, I wanted to be ready for the interview the next day. Chapter 5 At six fifteen I made my way to Candace's house in my new car. I pulled into the driveway of her home. It was a two-story apartment house with white siding and black shutters on the windows. There were two doors, one leading to the downstairs apartment and one leading up to Candace's place. I rang the doorbell and could hear her walking down the stairs. When my dream girl opened the door, I almost fell over. She had gone wild getting ready for this date. Her blonde hair was even more silky and shiny than ever. She was wearing a tight black dress that stopped about the middle of her shapely thigh. Her black pumps had about a five inch heel. She had on a dainty ankle bracelet that had rubies to match the necklace I had bought for her that morning. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. The bright red lipstick perfectly accentuated her pouty, full lips that had caught my attention the first time I saw her. I led her to my car, and she kept repeating how beautiful it was. Once she was seated I got in the car and headed to the restaurant. As gorgeous as she was, it was still quite disconcerting having her stare at me. She stared. She sighed. She rubbed my thigh as high as she could. For a moment I thought she was going to straddle me on the driver's seat. I tried to carry on normal small-talk, but everything she did was distracting, and arousing. I parked the car at the restaurant. Candace got very excited that it was a seafood place. We went in and were seated by a pretty host, a tall African-American girl who looked to be in her early twenties. She was wearing a tight white blouse and a short black skirt. As we were seated, the host looked at me with smoldering desire. Candace looked at her with jealousy and contempt. Honestly, I was relieved when our server turned out to be a young man. We both ordered some wine and then placed our order. Candace ordered the lobster as expected. I ordered some grilled salmon. We sat across from each other. My beautiful date looked so pretty in the soft ambient lighting. We chatted about a bit of everything. I told her about my new job. She told me about her job, her family, and her love of horses. A very normal first date conversation. However, she kept playing footsies with me under the table. At first she rubbed her shoe up and down my right shin. The next thing I knew, she had removed her shoe, and I could feel her bare foot rubbing the inside of my thigh. Her legs were too short to get all the way to my cock, but she was stretching her leg as far as she could. I admit I was enjoying the attention. I reached my left hand down to massage her foot and toes. We ate quietly for a bit, just looking at each other. The lust was building inside both of us. We both declined dessert. I paid the check. We held hands all the way to the car. As I opened her door, she turned toward me and gave me the most sensuous kiss I have ever had (not that I had received many kisses). My cock was obviously pressing against my pants, so she gave it a nice pat as she sat down. I asked her if she wanted to catch a movie, but she suggested that I come back to her place for a quick drink. How could I say no? I parked, and we went in. We made our way up the dark stairs to her apartment, me watching her perfect ass climbing in front of me. Her apartment was as cute as she was. It was small with a kitchen, dining, living room combination. There was a door to the right that I assumed was to her bedroom. There was another door that went to the bathroom. She had some blue, modern looking furniture. The decorations were minimal but very tasteful. She offered wine or beer. I chose beer. She gave me one from her refrigerator and excused herself to the bedroom for a moment. I sat there absolutely incredulous about today's events. I had fucked two attractive women early that morning. I was sitting in the living room of the girl of my dreams, and my dream girl was throwing herself at me. I thought I should pinch myself. I was hoping this wasn't a dream. Momentarily Candace emerged from her bedroom. She had changed into a long, blue satin robe that drug the floor as she walked across the room. She retrieved her own beer and sat down next to me on the couch. She practically sat on my lap. She thanked me for the lovely dinner and pleasant conversation. I thanked her for accepting my invitation. That was the end of our normal conversation. I leaned toward her to kiss her. She took full advantage of my advances. She kissed me so deeply I thought my lips were going to come off. I embraced her tightly as our tongues and lips explored every curve and crevice of the other. My hands caressed her hair and down her back. She held my face in her hands. I lowered my lips to kiss her neck and I felt her body shudder. Candace then straddled me, sitting on my lap. As her legs spread I could see that she was wearing nothing under the robe. As she sat facing me, she backed up enough to unbutton my shirt. Her mouth then found my neck and chest. She showered me with soft, sensuous kisses. I pushed her robe off of her shoulders, and she let it fall to her waist. Her breasts took my breath away. They were not large, but they were as perfect as anything I had ever seen. Dark, puffy nipples accentuated the tips of beautifully round breasts. She lifted herself so that I could take her right nipple into my mouth. When my lips closed around the areola, she gasped loudly. Using the back of my head, she pushed my mouth even more tightly onto her. I sucked and nibbled, feeling her hips grind into my groin with each suck. Her passion grew to the point that she needed more. She climbed off of my lap and knelt in front of me. She took off my shoes and socks, kissing the tops of my feet softly. She rose up and unbuckled my pants, unhooked the clasp, and lowered the zipper slowly. I lifted my hips as she slid my pants and boxers down my legs. Then quicker than I could imagine, her lips were gently kissing up and down my engorged shaft. She kept going on about how beautiful my cock was, that it was bigger than any she had ever seen, and how much she wanted it inside her. Her worshipful words complete, she proceeded to give me a blow job that I will never forget. I don't know where Candace learned her techniques, but the way she used her mouth and tongue was magical. She knew just where to apply the pressure. She licked the head, the underside of my cock, and my balls. She then lifted my balls out of the way and nibbled just behind them, sending literal chills up my spine. Two weeks ago I would have sprayed cum all over her hair right then and there, but now I had complete control. She then lowered her mouth over my big dick. Her small mouth was no match for my newly acquired length and girth, but she gave it her best, taking four or five inches into her mouth. She sucked and kissed and licked for at least ten minutes. The whole time she was moaning as loud as if she were experiencing her own orgasm. I was thoroughly enjoying every bit of the attention she was giving, but I wanted to be fair. I lifted her up and laid her on the couch. I lifted and spread her legs as I knelt in front of her. I lowered my face to taste her for the first time. She was completely shaved. The lips to her pussy spread out to each side of the opening like a pair of angel's wings. I could see her juices glistening. I caught the first waft of her aroma. I could wait no longer. I lowered my face to her pussy and took those lips right into my mouth. She gasped for so long that I thought she was going to lose her breath. I was still new at this, but I tried to remember every dirty story I had ever read, trying to remember all the techniques. However, I honestly don't think my technique really mattered to her. She nearly screamed with every move of my tongue and lips. I kissed, and she moaned. I licked, and she giggled. I sucked, and she squealed. When my lips locked onto her clit, she screamed for almost a full minute as wave after wave of an intense orgasm tore through her body. Her legs locked so tight around my head, I thought I was going to suffocate. When the last wave subsided, I scooted her body around so I could lie on top of her. When the head of my cock bumped against her wet pussy she screamed, "Fuck me Devin. Fuck me hard and nasty!" I pushed my Dick slowly into her pussy, but that wasn't what she wanted. She screamed at me again, "I said fuck me! I want to feel your cock pound my pussy!" I began thrusting as hard and fast as I could. I was so large I could only get about seven inches inside her, but those seven inches were heaven. No matter how hard I thrust, she wanted it more. She dug her fingernails into my back, trying to spur me to fuck harder. Her hips kept rising to meet mine. She screamed again as another orgasm hit her. I put her feet on my shoulders changing the angle, and she screamed again. Both of us were insatiable. I flipped her over and fucked her from behind. I guess I was growling like an animal. I kept thinking I was hurting her, but the more I fucked, the more she asked for more. She finally yelled, "Cum inside me Devin! I want to feel your sperm inside me!" I didn't need to be told twice. On cue I allowed myself to orgasm. As I told you earlier, Haji had made every sensation magnified. I cannot describe adequately to you the ecstasy I felt. I sensed every spasm in a way that I had never felt before. My nipples extended. Goosebumps formed all over my body. Every nerve ending was firing simultaneously. I thought my brain was going to fly right out of my head. I don't know how long the orgasm lasted, but when I was done Candace was staring at me over her shoulder in absolute amazement. I collapsed on the couch behind her, and Candace turned around and slid herself into my arms. She was absolutely exhausted. I was breathing hard, but I could have gone on indefinitely. However, the euphoria was not there. I simply wanted more. I knew my sweet Candace couldn't take anymore. I looked down at this goddess in my arms feeling happy and guilty. I was happy she was there, but guilty because Haji's work had manipulated her affections and passions. Then another depressing thought hit me. Because of my irresponsible requests, I would never know if any woman liked me because I was me or simply because of the spell they were under. I was falling in love with Candace, but she was responding to something the genie had done. Everything I had was unearned. Would everything I receive in the future be unearned? Suddenly the realization hit so deeply that I wanted to cry. I kissed my lover on the forehead and told her I had to go. "I've got a big meeting tomorrow," I managed to say. "Will you call me again, Devin?" she said almost begging. "Yes, Candace. I'll call you." She got up and padded her way to a desk in the corner of the living room. She wrote her number down and handed it to me. I watched every move she made, astounded at how beautiful she was. Even that observation made me sad. I drove to my new apartment in a daze. The Corvette had lost its luster. I wanted so bad to talk to Haji again to make some adjustments now that I better understood the consequences of my request. What the hell was with the rule that nothing could be undone? I suddenly needed to talk to my mom for advice, and the realization that I could not contact her sunk in deep even though Mom and I hadn't been very close in long time. Dad had bolted when I was seven. I was an only child, and my mother had a hard time raising me. She took care of me in all the ways a mom is required, but emotionally she was just spent most of the time. Still, I'm sure she had the police or some authorities looking for me. Kyle had just disappeared. I went into the apartment. It was about two in the morning. I got undressed down to my boxers and lay down on the most comfortable bed I'd ever slept in. I set the alarm for six thirty and fell into a fitful sleep. Chapter 6 The alarm went off. I quickly jumped up and showered, shaved, and dressed. I drove to the appointment, arriving five minutes early. The accounting firm was located in the most expensive part of town. The offices were plusher than any I had ever seen. The receptionist greeted me first with a professional manner, and then with the now typical lustful tone. An Old Lamp, A New Life Ch. 02 The appointment was with a Gerrie Tomlinson. When Cyndi, the receptionist, led me to the next office she opened the door and announced my arrival. A woman's voice said, "Show him in, Cyndi." I was expecting a Jerry, not a Geraldine. Sitting behind the desk was a very pretty, professionally dressed middle aged woman. Her long brunette hair came down to her shoulders. She looked at me over the top of dark rimmed reading glasses. She smiled and told me to have a seat. "Hello Devin. Welcome. It's nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too, Ms. Tomlinson," I managed to say. "Oh, please, it's Gerrie. We're not into formalities around here. Sam Rocklin highly recommended you. He told me I should hire you sight unseen. I'm a better business woman than that. I told him I had to check out the merchandise." First of all, I had absolutely no idea who Sam Rocklin was. Haji maybe? Second of all, I was not sure how I felt being referred to as merchandise. I just went with the flow. "Well, Sam can be pretty impetuous," I offered. "Yeah, he can. Look, I need a Vice President for our corporate accounts. Do you think you can handle it? We have a lot of high dollar accounts, so I'll need someone to cater to and pamper our best clients. Now, at first I wanted a woman in your position because most of our clients have powerful women running the company. They like the fact that I own my own firm, and they trust me. I'm not sure how they'll feel having a man handling their books. How do you feel about working for women, Devin?" Until she asked that question I hadn't really thought about that. I had never worked for a woman, but I didn't have a problem with it. "Well, Ms. Tomlinson, I mean Gerrie, I am excited for the opportunity. I've found women are usually smarter than men anyway, so I'm happy to work for anyone who has the ability." She smiled, got up, and walked around to my side of the desk. I was beginning to realize that Haji's spell worked when the women got close to me. She stood next to me and her tone suddenly changed. She smiled sensuously, "Devin, I think you are going to be perfect. The women are going to love you. In fact, I'll make sure you have a personal meeting with each one right away. The job is yours if you want it. In fact, I think I'm going to pay you five hundred thousand a year. How does that sound?" How does that sound? My God, I would have been happy with fifty thousand. "Wow, that's more than I expected Gerrie." She put her hand on my shoulder, "It's more than I was going to pay, but I can tell that you're going to be worth every dollar." She rubbed her fingers through my thick blonde hair. I thought she was ready to jump me right then, but the phone rang and brought her back to her senses. She answered the phone, "Hold on a second, Bill." She put the call on hold and buzzed Cyndi to come in the office. Cyndi quickly entered. "Cyndi, please show Devin to his new office and help him get settled. Then take him to HR so he can get his paperwork processed. Then call Sherry O'Bannon at Quick Print and set up an appointment with her after lunch." Cyndi never took her eyes off of me but managed to respond, "Yes, Gerrie." We left the office and walked down the hall to a nice, big corner office. It was pretty bare except for the normal furniture. The assistant showed me around the office and my personal restroom, complete with a shower. My depression from the night before seemed a memory for the moment. We were on the fifteenth floor, so the view of the city from my large window was amazing. I sat down in my new chair just for a trial run. It was a big, comfortable executive chair, not the small hand me down secretary chair from my old job. All of the furniture was expensive mahogany. The latest laptop computer was sitting on the desk. A brand new mobile phone was sitting right next to it. Everything in the building spoke of quality and excellence. I had never worked anywhere like it. Cyndi was smiling at me waiting for me to finish my visual tour. I noticed her legs were together tightly and she was swishing her legs back and forth. I smiled when I recognized the effect my presence was having on her. She said, "Ok, Devin let's go down to HR." I followed her and her round ass down several hallways. I looked into each office, and I saw no men. I started to wonder if I was the only male working for this company. I was relieved when Cyndi introduced me to Carl Peterson, the head of Human Resources. He gave me the usual paperwork and employee manual, went through some of the company rules, and had me sign for my personal corporate credit card. Cyndi stayed with me the whole time, always standing as close to me as possible. We finished with Carl and headed back to my office. When we arrived to my office, there was a royal beauty sitting in a chair across from my desk. This brunette's hair was as long and dark as any I had ever seen. She had a slightly dark complexion. She stood to greet me and in her heels was only an inch shorter than my five foot eleven. Her legs seemed to go all the way up to her neck. And I was bewitched by her slender curves that were perfectly encased in her tight business jacket and skirt. Her black nylons just set the whole outfit apart as something as sexy as one could imagine. Cyndi broke my ogling, "Devin, this is Rosita Rodriguez, your personal assistant." As Rosita reached her hand out to shake mine, she was visibly shaking. Trying to be as professional as possible I shook her hand and said, "Nice to meet you Rosita. I look forward to working with you." The poor young woman was suddenly nervous and giddy. She tried to compose herself but she stammered a quick, "The pleasure will be all mine, Mr. Harris." "Just Devin. Remember, we're not formal around here!" I exclaimed. "Uh, yes, right, uh, Devin." I was beginning to wonder how I was going to actually get any work done. I thought I was going to have to quit and go find an all-male company to work for. I noticed that Rosita was holding a file. She finally said, "Oh, I'm sorry Devin, Gerrie called me and asked me to get you this file on Quick Print. We're hoping to get you an appointment with them this afternoon. You can look at the file and read the employee manual. I'll let you know if we are able to set something up." She started to walk out but turned around and exclaimed, "Oh, and if you need ANYTHING at all, just let me know. I'm here to please!" I watched her walk all the way to the door. In my infatuation with Rosita, I hadn't noticed that Cyndi was still in my office. When I realized she was there I looked in her direction. She had a catty look of jealousy on her face but managed to say, "I'll be up front if you need me. Our senior accountant Hamilton Thompson will be here in a few minutes to begin your formal orientation." She left quickly, clearly aroused and agitated. When she closed the door I sat there completely dumbfounded. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. I had no way near the experience for the kind of job I was hired to do. I didn't know how I was going to work with all of these attractive women who were constantly aroused in my presence. For the moment I was at least thrilled that a Hamilton was in charge of my orientation. I opened the file for Quick Print, a multi-million dollar firm. The company was run by a woman named Sherry O'Bannon. She started the company with one shop and had built it into a large multi-state franchise business. Human Resources had given me my access codes for the computer, so I logged into the computer network and looked around for Quick Print's account. I was familiarizing myself with their assets when my phone rang. Rosita told me Hamilton was there, and I told her to send him in. Hamilton was a tall, thin man with thinning grey hair. He was all business from his attire to his demeanor. I won't bore you with all the details of the company or our tedious conversation. I will only say that it was not a conversation fit for a man working on such little sleep. However, I got enough out of it to know that Quick Print was a tough account. Sherry O'Bannon was a bitchy ball-breaker who hated men. He didn't know why Gerrie had given me this account. In fact, he was afraid we might lose the account if I didn't handle things just right. No pressure. I walked with him to the door and showed him out. While I was standing there, Rosita informed me that my appointment with Sherry was going to be at three that afternoon. She said, "I hate to say this, Devin, but she was not happy when I told her your name. She was cussing up a storm, calling Gerrie all sorts of names for putting you on the account. In fact, she is coming here, and she never comes to our office. I hope this works out ok." God, this was getting worse by the minute. By now it was almost lunch, so I asked Rosita if there was a nearby place I could grab a quick bite. I wanted to get back and prepare some more for the showdown with Sherry. She directed me to a small deli across the street from our firm. I bought a salad and brought it back to my office. I ate nervously, not really tasting one bite of my chef salad. Chapter 7 By the time three o'clock rolled around I was nervous as a virgin in a locker room full of horny football players. I had found some notes on the company network highlighting the many confrontations various accountants had experienced with Ms. O'Bannon. The only man who had handled her account had only lasted three days. All of the women had lasted from three to four months. The last one, a Martha Spencer, had quit in disgust over the mistreatment from the ball-breaker. I jumped when Rosita rang to inform me that Ms. O'Bannon was there. I nervously told her to show her in. Sherry O'Bannon came storming through my door with absolutely no introduction. She yelled, "I am just here to let you know that you will not be working my fucking account. I am going straight to Gerrie's office to inform her that I will be moving my account to another firm. She knows I do not work with men." I know my eyes were bugging out of my head. My heart was certainly pounding out of my chest. Rosita was standing in the doorway wondering what to do next, looking back and forth from me to Ms. O'Bannon. I wasn't sure what to say. I decided to bluff, "Ms. O'Bannon, I am sorry that you feel that way. I can assure you I am more than qualified and able to handle your affairs professionally and accurately. It is our firm's desire to satisfy you in any way we can. Can we at least sit down and talk this through before you make any firm decisions?" I had walked over close to her, standing not more than three feet from her. I could tell she started to let go with some obscenities hurled in my direction. However, her whole body language changed in an instant. The obscenities came out, "You know, uh, Devin, yes, uh Devin, uh, you're right. I really should at least give you a chance. Who knows? Working with a man like you might be a welcome change of pace." I looked over at Rosita, and her mouth was wide open. She shook her head, batted her eyes incredulously, and stepped out into her office. I invited Ms. O'Bannon to sit. I sat in a chair across from her. She crossed her legs. I was finally able to visually assess my antagonist. She was a buxom petite brunette. She was small in stature but big on presence. Her dark brown eyes snapped with energy and authority. Her grey business suit screamed power and professionalism. Every piece of her was in perfect order. Not one hair was out of place, and not one wrinkle was on her clothes. Her leather pumps spoke of intimidation. When I finally spoke, some of the snap drained from her eyes, "Ms. O'Bannon . . ." "Oh please, please call me Sherry," she interrupted. "Ok, uh, Sherry, I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I was just hired this morning, so I'm just starting to get a handle on things." Now normally that would have pissed her off even more. Our firm had given a complete rookie her valuable account. However, Sherry said, "Oh, it's all right Devin. We'll have plenty of time to work out the details." She fidgeted in her chair and continued, "I'm really sorry I spouted off like that. Sometimes I take myself far too seriously. I can tell you are someone who can handle me, er, I mean my account perfectly." At least my newly acquired charm was good for something, I thought. But, like every other woman I'd met the last two days, Sherry was getting very aroused. In fact, she was visibly starting to squirm in her seat. She uncrossed her legs and exclaimed, "Devin, I think there are many ways you can satisfy my needs and the needs of my company." She spread her legs apart revealing the top of her nylons that were being held into place by a garter belt. She licked her lips and rubbed the top of her thighs with her short fingers. I noticed no wedding ring. I was completely conflicted right now. Would she go into a rage if I rebuffed her flirtatious advances? Would she fire our company thereby dooming my new career? Could I stay true to my new love Candace? How was I going to survive in a world that was more than half women? What was the meaning of my life now? I know that sounds like a lot for such a brief period of time, but my brain was working overtime. I tried once again to turn the conversation back to business, "Gerrie and I will work hard to manage your company in the most efficient and profit-producing way as possible, Sherry." "I don't give a fuck about Gerrie. Devin, how are you going to make me happy? If you make me happy, I'll make your company very happy." Everything was quite happy. Well, everything but me. Was I going to have to fuck this lady to keep my job? I had not signed up for this, to sleep my way to success. By this point, Sherry's skirt was almost up to her ass, and her hands were massaging her breasts. I was turned on and turned off at what I was seeing. She was pretty and sexy, but she was coming on to me through a spell. My charisma was turning this power broker into a slutty sexual harasser. "Look, Devin," she continued, "I am going to be expanding my business, which means your company stands to garner a great deal from my account. I am prepared to sign a lucrative, multi-year contract with you right now. But, I will need some things from you." I was starting to figure out how my new vibe worked. The personality of the affected woman remained the same. However, my charisma brought out their sexuality in less inhibited ways. She was a power broker, so her sexual urges with me were bartered for business. Instead of breaking my balls, she now wanted to caress my balls, or at least something like that. Not really wanting to answer, I asked, "And what exactly do you want from me, Sherry?" "Your body," she said. "I haven't been with a man in a long time, and I have never been so turned on in all my life. I fucking want you so bad right now that I'm willing to sign whatever contract I need if you will just fuck me right here, right now." I honestly didn't know what to say. She was powerful and vulnerable and sad. I saw in an instant how her success had left her lonely and unhappy. I could give her a moment of ecstasy and bring something intimate into her life for a change. Well, at least that's how I rationalized what happened next. I got up and walked to my phone. I buzzed Rosita and told her to hold all my calls and not to interrupt me until further notice. Ms. O'Bannon and I were in some serious negotiations. I knew she wouldn't buy it, but it was all I had at the time. I walked over to this petite dynamo and knelt in front of her. I reached up under her skirt and slid her white satin thong down her short, shapely legs. I pulled her ass to the edge of the chair and lowered my face to her pussy. Her sexy scent immediately filled my nostrils, sending a surge right down to my groin. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it across her clit. She started to scream but quickly slapped her hand over her mouth. I looked up at her and smiled. She smiled with her eyes as my mouth and tongue went to work on her wet pussy. For five minutes or so I made love to her cunt with my mouth. She shuddered violently when the orgasm hit her. She quietly moaned with each erotic spasm, finally collapsing into the chair like a limp rag doll. I was really hoping that her orgasm would satisfy her. I was wrong. She ordered me to stand up. When I complied she proceeded to pull my pants and boxers down to the floor around my ankles. She smiled lustily when she saw my huge member sticking in her face. She then devoured my cock. My increased sensations made it nearly impossible to keep quiet. I was biting my lip and breathing heavily with every lick and suck from this corporate giant's mouth. I spontaneously grabbed the back of her head and pushed my cock deeply into her open orifice. She pulled my dick out long enough to whisper loudly for me to fuck her face. I did. I didn't know if she wanted more than some oral fun that afternoon, so I was purposefully holding back my orgasm. However, she pulled my cock out again and said more loudly, "I want you to shoot your load in my mouth. I haven't tasted cum in a long, long time." My cock back in place I gave three or four more thrusts and let loose a torrent of cum. She didn't let a drop fall to the ground, swallowing every tasty drop. She wiped her mouth as I pulled up my pants and then handed her panties to her. She put them back on and straightened her skirt. I collapsed in the chair across from her. She had the look of euphoria on her face. She finally broke the silence, "Devin, I will be stopping by Gerrie's office and commending her for hiring you. I will also put a new contract into motion that will insist on you getting a big annual bonus for handling my account on one condition." I knew what was coming as she continued, "I will expect similar treatment from you on a regular basis. Of course, your handling of my business will still be subject to my usual scrutiny. However I'm sure you are up to the challenge." I was again speechless. If I agreed to this, I was making myself her personal sex toy. If I didn't agree I was screwed in another way. Look, I loved the sex, but I was not a male whore. I didn't want my job to be contingent on whether or not I put out. And if I gave in to Sherry O'Bannon, what about all the other women I'd be working for? Sherry was getting impatient. She was starting to glare at me. I finally decided that I was screwed in this new life no matter what I did. I couldn't just stay in my new apartment. I had to have a job. This one was about to pay a great deal of money. She hadn't asked me to move in, or become her personal house slave. She just wanted some rabid sex every now and then. I finally said, "Ok, Sherry. I just need to know what you will expect." "We just need to have a monthly meeting at a venue of my choice, that's all. I set the venue and the agenda for the meeting. You'll meet with my vice president for all other business issues. Agreed?" "Agreed," I reluctantly replied. She stood up, checked herself out in a mirror, and walked happily out the door towards Gerrie's office. I moved to my desk chair and collapsed in disbelief. With all the sex I'd had the last two days, I would expect a dull ache in my balls. However, I felt as if I could keep going all day long. Nonetheless, my conscience and pride were killing me. I had just agreed to prostitute myself out for an annual bonus. How long could I keep this up? And Candace's face flashed through my mind. Was it even possible to have a real relationship with her given my new reality? My phone rang; it was Gerrie. "Devin, I don't know what you said to Sherry, but she came in happier than I've ever seen her. You will not believe the contract she offered. You are going to be one happy man!" An Old Lamp, A New Life Ch. 02 I wasn't so sure. An Old Lamp, A New Life I was surprised when Sheila was so quick to say, "Yes." She pushed the number ten on the control panel and up we went. To be honest I was grateful when the elevator went all the way to the top floor and opened to the little foyer outside the door to my new extravagant condo. I was afraid someone less desirable would step in and demand some of the action. I unlocked and opened the door and allowed the ladies to enter ahead of me. They walked in and surveyed my home. Both of them oohed and ahhed. Brittany decided she needed to take a shower after her run. I showed her where it was and gave her a towel from the linen closet. I closed the door behind me, but she opened it saying, "I get too hot when the door's closed!" Who was I to argue? Before I could walk away she took off her t-shirt. I suddenly felt Sheila standing behind me. "Can I help you Brittany?" she offered. Brittany eagerly declared, "Yes, Please!" Sheila walked behind her and helped her take off the perky blonde's sports bra, revealing perfectly shaped breasts with big puffy nipples. My eyes were popping out of my head. I had only seen this kind of thing in porno movies. Then Sheila knelt behind the smaller girl and brought down her shorts and panties. Brittany stepped out of them and as she lifted each leg the older woman helped her take off her shoes and ankle socks. This vision of a little woman was now naked in front of me, and another woman had helped her get there – in my bathroom- with me there! Yes, dear reader, my cock was straining the limits of my pants. Now the level of discomfort was new to me. My former cock barely showed when I was aroused. My new cock made it obvious to everyone and was fucking painful. Sheila then declared, "It would be a shame for you to take a shower all by yourself, Brittany." The woman started removing her clothes quickly. Brittany declared, "You're right, Sheila. Devin, why don't you join us?" She came over to me and lifted my shirt over my head. She knelt down and took off my shoes and socks. She lifted herself up slightly to unbuckle my belt. My pants were unfastened, unzipped, and down my legs before I could bat an eye. The evidence of my excitement actually was sticking over the top of my white, cotton briefs, another new occurrence for me. When the ladies saw the head of my cock sticking out slightly, they both gasped. To be honest, I almost did, too! The blonde had my shorts down and off in a flash. Sheila was getting the water temperature set when Brittany said with a lustful voice, "You are a beautiful man, Devin. I have never been with someone who turned me on as much as you. I can't seem to keep my eyes off of you. And that cock! It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She started touching it, ogling it, and stroking it. I was at a loss. Right now, this was more than I had bargained for. Sheila declared the water temperature ready, and the three of us climbed into the shower that was big enough to handle an orgy. Both Sheila and I soaped Brittany up. I mean she was the one who had just finished exercising, after all. But in the end all of us were soapy and slippery. Our hands were everywhere. We were washing chests, and legs, and backs, and pussies, and feet, and pussies, and cock, and asses, and pussies. I was more turned on than I'd ever been, and that's really saying a lot. Sheila's body was not as tight as Brittany's, but it was very nice. Her breasts were much larger with huge areolas. And were they ever sensitive. Every time the blonde or I touched her nipples, she would almost scream with pleasure. Finally, I aimed the shower head at her breasts to rinse them off. Then I took her left boob into my hand and massaged it while I sucked on her nipple. She screamed, "Oh God yes, suck my nipple you gorgeous bastard!" So I did! While I was pleasuring this mouthful of breast, Brittany knelt in front of me again. This time she slid my cock into her mouth. Ladies and gentlemen, the sudden jolt in my body was as intense as anything I had experienced. I had requested from my good friend Haji that sex would have added pleasure. Apparently he had complied because the sensations her pouty mouth was causing in me cannot be described! I let out a low moan, trying to stay focused. I know I bit down on Sheila's breast a bit too hard because she yelped a little, but she quickly pulled my mouth right back there. I reached down between her legs and rubbed that wet pussy. Brittany sucked my cock like it was going to be her last meal. She was licking, kissing, sucking and stroking. I know you're thinking that this was just the normal sexual routine. But I can tell you nothing about the sex I was experiencing was normal. In my former life, if anything even remotely like this had happened, I would have been shooting my load thirty seconds after this pretty girl's mouth hit my cock. It might not even have taken that long. But now, as fantastic as all of this felt, I knew I could go as long as I wanted. My finger entered Sheila's wet pussy and she gasped. Her pussy was relatively tight around my finger. I finger fucked her for a minute when she yelled, "Fuck me!" I am not one to argue with a pretty lady. She leaned against the side of the shower and I left Brittany's lovely mouth to push my cock into my other lover's cunt. Now my friend, you need to know that my new cock was now huge. I measured later and discovered that it was a full nine inches. When that fat, long dick pushed into her pussy, she gasped loudly. She yelled, "Don't be gentle, fuck me!" Needing no further encouragement, I started pounding her pussy. She grunted with every thrust. Brittany was still kneeling, so she crawled in behind me and started playing with my huge balls. She then put her head right up into my ass and licked my asshole every time my hips would rock backwards. I don't know how I held out, but no matter what these ladies did, I knew I wasn't going to cum. I fucked Sheila for four or five minutes, and Brittany's tongue never left my balls or asshole. When I thought the damsel's pussy might be getting sore, I slowed down a bit. When I did, she just slid off my cock, turned around and started sucking her juices off my shaft. The younger girl didn't move. I now had a mouth on my cock and a tongue in my ass. This building's reputation was certainly deserved. After several minutes of this ecstasy we all decided we were getting a little pruney in the shower, so we got out, dried off, and went into my adjoining bedroom. We all flopped on the bed and fucked in every position possible for the next hour. They sixty-nined while I fucked Brittany from behind. (And let me say gentlemen that with my new engorged dick, you cannot imagine how tight her cunt was!) I fucked Sheila's mouth while Brittany licked my balls. I stroked while Brittany licked Sheila's pussy and ass. I fucked Sheila's tits. Brittany rode me reverse cowgirl while Sheila licked her cunt and my balls. Sheila rode my cock while Brittany sat on my face. I hadn't read the Kama Sutra yet, so I suppose we missed a few positions. Finally, I could tell the two ladies were pretty well spent from all of their orgasms. I, on the other hand, could have kept going for hours. However, I didn't want to ruin a good thing, so I decided it was time to cum. Now don't let that innocuous statement pass you by, dear reader. I decided when I would have an orgasm. I realized that I was in complete control. So, I got the ladies on their knees on the floor. I stood above them. I took turns fucking their faces until I finally pulled out. Brittany stroked my cock while Sheila positioned her open mouth right in front of the head. I let her stroke for a minute and then let loose with a torrent of cum. The stream was so strong that it shot right into the back of Sheila's throat, making her gag. But she was a trooper and took all of it in her eager mouth. When I was finished, she pulled back and kissed Brittany, pushing my cum into the younger girl's mouth with her tongue. Some of it oozed out of the sides of their mouths as they kissed with passion. Normally I would have collapsed in a heap on my bed. But, I did not feel the least bit tired. I could have kept going without missing a beat. At first, that prospect had me ecstatic. But then I realized that something was missing. Normally after an orgasm I would feel the usual after-sex, sleepy euphoria. That satisfying tiredness was not there. I just wanted more. I replayed my request from the genie in my mind. I had asked for increased sex drive, unlimited stamina, and enhanced pleasure during sexual activity. While all of that sounds good, it seems that my request had an unintended consequence. And as I would discover over the next several days, many of my choices had unintended consequences. The ladies were collapsed on the floor one on top of the other, sound asleep. The poor dears were exhausted. I, the former Kyle Nobody, had outlasted and wore out two insatiable nymphomaniacs. The problem was it wasn't enough. I realized that this encounter had triggered something in my mind and body. I wanted more. No, I craved more. I went into the bathroom to retrieve my clothes, and watched myself get dressed in the mirror. I felt like a hungry tiger ready to go on the hunt. I wrote a note to the girls thanking them for such a lovely morning. I told them leave anytime they were ready and just to lock the door when they left. I walked out the door pushed the button for the elevator wondering where I could get some more pussy. Ah yes, Candace!