Ever try to run with a giant erection? It's less than ideal.
While I raced up the stairs after them, the artwork was striking enough to distract from the live display and my own awkwardly swinging dick. There was a pattern here: Every time I turned my head I found some new, erotic site that surpassed what I'd been looking at before.
While I had vaguely been aware that the staircase was lined with books and erotic artwork, I hadn't had a chance to take a closer look until now. I couldn't stop to examine the books but the art was shocking in more ways than one.
The artwork consisted of scenes from familiar movies. Sex scenes. Lurid, hardcore, scenes that had never been filmed, and shouldn't exist. Yet, here they were.
The first few I didn't recognize. They were black and white but were no less explicit than the ones further on. The first one I recognized was Clark and Lois from the really old Superman movies. A few dozen steps after that, my breath faltering, I had no trouble identifying Han and Leia.
I quickly discovered that the steps extended well beyond the large room with the waterfall. Above that point, the staircase flattened out, with long steps, each several feet deep. This was less of a staircase and more of an upward-slanting hallway, with rooms branching off on one side and windows on the other.
The movie artwork continued along the side of the hallway opposite the windows, in roughly chronological order. It was sort of like a game: Guess which movie that one comes from.
There was one with that elf guy, or rather the actor who played him, but his face was all messed up. And when was he with her? Oh. Oh yeah, I got it. It was him, but he never showed his actual face in that movie, did he? Next...
Now, that was freaky. Yeah, the actors were over eighteen by the end, and this looked like these were supposed to be from one of the final movies in the series, but still... those were sort of kids movies, weren't they? Sort of. Then I came to a full stop, pointed to one picture and exclaimed: "Hey. Hey! I saw that series, and it was never even implied that those two..." I really didn't feel the need to finish the sentence.
Hazel -- of course it was Hazel -- paused mid-stride and turned to look back and answer me with a wink. "I'll let you in on a secret. The thought of those two has gotten more juices flowing than the rest of these others combined. Maybe it wasn't implied, but think of that relationship as aspirational."
Then she was off again, and I resumed huffing and puffing, to keep pace with that athletic ass.
An ass-pirational ass. Hah.
Up we went. While my attention was focused more on the extraordinary art than the rooms branching off, I was vaguely aware that we passed several closed doors, several more that opened onto enormous, lavish bedrooms, and finally past open archways that led into a huge library, at least as big as the waterfall room.
Mercifully, the only thing above the library was the roof.
The fresh air was warm, but not too warm. The sky was clear blue. A butterfly meandered across the rooftop. After months of snow and cold rain in Hartford, it was almost as welcome as the beautiful, naked Lita waiting expectantly, licking her lips, beside a lounge chair.
Almost.
The lounge chair was velvety soft and almost as large as my twin-size bed. I plopped down on it, and found myself looking over the gardens.
Something cold was pressed into my hand. "Here you go!" Star said, as she handed me a large glass with a red, curly straw in it. "One nice,tall, cold glass of lemonade."
Star was wearing her French maid outfit again, while Lita's other servants remained nude. Evidently she'd lost the race, even though Hazel had been the one to pause for a moment to answer my question. By the end of the climb, I wasn't exactly paying attention to which of them was directly in front of me.
I took a sip. "Hey, when you invited me in for a drink I thought you meant--"
Lita made a face. "Were you expecting booze?"
"Well, uh, yeah."
"Eww. Occasionally necessary for social lubrication, but we'll have none of that around here. Whiskey-dick is the worst. Stay away from that piss if you can help it."
I took another sip from my drink. While nonalcoholic, the lemonade was still good. "Sure."
"Now," Lita licked her lips again, and knelt in front of me. "I think I've let you stall long enough. Spread 'em wider."
Before I had time to react, she grabbed each of my legs right above the knee and pulled them further apart with a considerable amount of force.
"Me? I wasn't the one--" I broke off mid-sentence as I felt her her mouth on my cock.
Oh. My. God.
My erection, which had been flagging a bit after the run was back in full-force the moment her tongue made contact. It's near impossible, not to mention uncomfortable, to run any distance while sporting wood, okay? You try it.
Lita hadn't been exaggerating when she claimed to know how to give a proper blow job. As promised my new and impressive size posed no problem for her whatsoever.
She was amazing.
Her lips were wrapped tightly around the very base, her nose buried in my pubic hair. I wasn't quite sure how she managed to move her tongue to stimulate my cock that way but... damn. It seemed to curve around my length while simultaneously pressing and rubbing the head.
After applying her eye-popping tongue technique to the entire shaft for at least a minute, she began bobbing her head along it. As she moved, she managed to focus the stimulation at exactly the right spot along the underside. It was hard to tell if the sensation was primarily from her lips or her tongue, but it didn't matter. The effect was shockingly intense.
She moved at exactly the right speed: fast enough to make me gasp for breath, slow enough that I wasn't quite ready to explode.
Lita was delivering the perfect blow job.
Except... I had one tiny little concern: She avoided calling me master.
It was dumb, I knew it was dumb, but I couldn't quite shake it. Also, the point of a blow job is that it's supposed to make a guy feel special, right? Above and beyond the climax, I mean. Special, as in, an act of submission. It's supposed to make a guy feel like he's being served. Like he's important. Powerful.
As Lita's tongue worked its magic, I met her gaze. Her sapphire eyes bore into me. That was not the expression of a woman submitting to a man. She was eyeing me the way a dog might stare at a juicy steak.
I turned my head away, and took a big gulp of lemonade. I concentrated on the wondrous sensations she was delivering, felt the breeze run over my skin, let my eyes wander over the other naked, nubile beauties on the rooftop and the view of the lake.
So what if Lita was enjoying this too? What did that matter? That was a good thing. No, a great thing. That meant she actually wanted me.
No billionaire could ask for more than I had right at that moment.
I was in control. I was.
On the other hand, that wasn't loving adoration I saw in Lita's eyes. Her piercing stare made me feel ever-so-slightly uneasy. The word that kept going through my mind was: prey.
That was silly, right? I was getting exactly what I'd asked for. There was no reason whatsoever not to lay back and enjoy.
I was getting close. Lita was deliberately going slower now, letting the tension increase without ending things too soon. Nevertheless, I was fairly certain I wouldn't last much longer.
"Ah," I exhaled, hard. "I'm about to--"
Lita stopped. With my entire length still down her throat, she somehow pulled her tongue back and ceased all movement at exactly the wrong moment.
I didn't come, but my whole body shuddered so violently that I dropped the now-empty lemonade glass I was holding. "Aaaah!" I groaned. "Come on!"
Cherry caught the glass and giggled. "Aww, poor baby. She loves doing that. The longer she teases you, the more you'll give her when the time comes."
After a few seconds, long enough so that I was no longer going to explode at the slightest touch, Lita resumed what she'd been doing but at a slower pace.
Raven stood beside Cherry and chose that moment to lean down towards me. Her breasts were directly in front of my face. "You don't have to stare, you know. Would you like to touch instead?"
"Hey!" Honey appeared, on my other side. "You have options. Do you like blondes?"
I didn't need to be asked twice. I reached up and rather crudely grabbed both of them, one boob in each hand. I'm pretty sure such a direct move, without any sort of foreplay, would have gotten me slapped in the real world.
"Mmmmm," They sighed in perfect unison, as I kneaded the soft flesh of their breasts. Evidently, the rules of the real world didn't apply here.
Growing bolder, I pinched Raven's erect nipple. She shivered, then grinned wider than before. "Oh fuck, don't stop!"
Cherry frowned and folded her arms. "Helllooo? I'm over here. If you're a boob-man I got you covered."
The redhead's appearance blurred and shifted. Her small athletic figure was replaced with a very different, very curvy and equally recognizable body.
There was no way I wasn't going to give those tits some love. I moved the hand I was using to grope Raven to Cherry instead.
"No fair!" Raven cried.
Cherry shrugged and smirked. "Sore loser."
Then it was Raven's turn to shift. This time I didn't recognize her... maybe a porn star, like Star? Whoever she was, her boobs were now larger than Cherry's.
But not larger than Honey's. I felt the skin I held in my left hand expand. She, too, had shifted.
The sudden explosion of breasts coupled with Lita's ministration had me close to the edge once more. I was about to--
"Goddammit!" She did it again. She fucking did it again.
This time I thrust upward hard, trying to push myself deeper down her throat, to get enough stimulation to come. I tried, but I did not succeed. Lita's grip on my thighs was like iron.
Her eyes sparkled mischievously. Lita waited at least ten seconds before she winked and returned to her work on my cock.
The smiles on her minions' faces were as large as their bulging mammaries.
"How many times are you going to do that?" I demanded. "Get me off already! We had a deal!"
"Did you by any chance negotiate how long she could tease you?" Cherry asked. She glanced to Lita, who shook her head, no, while continuing to suck me off.
"Oh, come on!" I still had to admit that it was better than not getting any action at all.
Besides, could I really be irritated that I'd have to tolerate celebrity breasts the size of watermelons being thrust in my face for a little longer? No. That was stupid. I was being ridiculous.
"Ladies, Ladies," Hazel made an appearance. Or rather, her ass did. "You're assuming he's a boob man." She was facing away from me, her naked posterior presented for my inspection to my immediate right.
"I don't want him to get the wrong idea." Hazel went on. "There's nothing off limits around here. Well, except for Star right now. Sorry babe!"
I was dimly aware of the platinum blonde sulking nearby. However, I was primarily distracted from her by Lita's attentions and the difficult decisions I was being forced to make: I only had two hands to explore eight naked breasts and eight bare cheeks all competing for my attention.
At this point everything started to blur together. While I ran my hands over every inch of skin my hands could find, Lita was hard at work. Once again, I felt -- no, I knew I was about to come.
The third time is supposed to be the charm, isn't it? The hero always gets three wishes, or has to defeat three monsters, or has three attempts at whatever he needs to do. Naturally, given the fantastic nature of my surroundings, I sort of figured that applied here. Right? Right?
Wrong.
"Aghhh!" It was a struggle to find words to convey my frustration as, once more, Lita stopped a nanosecond too soon. "Fuck! Son of a bitch. Try that again and I'm pretty sure my balls will explode!"
"Oh my!" Honey was positively giddy. "I've never seen that happen before. This will be so much fun!"
Cherry pressed a hand on my chest pushing me flat against the back of the chair. "Lean back and enjoy, sweetie. It'll happen when it happens." Then she leaned down further, forcing her nipples into my face.
Things devolved, and my memory started to get a bit hazy. I can confirm, however, that my balls did not, in fact, explode when Lita edged me the fourth time. Or the fifth time. Or the sixth time. Or... honestly I lost count.
I wouldn't have believed it possible that anyone could so accurately read my body, to know exactly when to stop. However, Lita was doing it over and over with merciless precision. It must have been a lust genie thing.
At some point I had to admit to myself I wasn't actually having much fun anymore.
Unfortunately, this realization did not alter my predicament one bit. I remained helplessly pinned to the chair by four very naked, very determined women. As beautiful as they were, my balls ached. In fact, my whole body ached with the pent-up frustration.
"Please. Oh fuck. Please, enough already! Let me come!" I was shrieking. Or was I whimpering? It was one of the two.
"Already?" Raven asked. "You can stay for a full twelve hours, you know. You still have another eight hours and fifty four minutes left."
Nine hours. I couldn't last through another nine hours of this. I simply couldn't. I'd go completely insane. "I can't." I croaked. "I can't. I'll- I'll-- goddamn-motherfucker-son-of-a-aaaaaaaaa!"
Add one to however many times Lita left me teetering on the precipice without relief. The painful not-orgasm spasm of my cock was so intense that I was worried I might pass out.
Exactly like the last however many times she did it.
"I'm begging, here. Please, you've got to let me come already. Please. You've had your fun."
"Awww," Cherry said, holding my cheek in her hand, while firmly holding my body down with the other. "We're only thinking of you. Aren't you having fun?"
"Not anymore!"
"And if you're not happy now, what makes you think losing a few teaspoons of cum will make you any happier?" Honey picked up the thread of the conversation.
"I'd say it's worth a shot. Please? Come on, please?"
"I don't know about that." Raven ran her hand over my chest. "Your body seems so eager. So alive, right now. Are you sure? Because that doesn't sound right at all."
"Yes. Fuck, yes."
It was Cherry's turn again. "Yes, that doesn't sound right? Or yes, you're sure you want to come?"
"I want to fucking come already! Now. For the love of-- I need it now. Now!"
"Well, maybe." Raven put a finger to her chin as if she was considering a deep philosophical question.
"And you're really sure? Because you might regret it." Cherry asked. "So you're, like, really, really, super-duper, for-real sure?"
"Yes!"
"Hmmm."
I felt Lita speed up, and I felt the tension grow and grow while her four minions smiled down at me, with their mischievous smiles.
I could tell then that Lita wasn't going to let me come. I was going to have to go through nine more hours of this. I was going to lose my mind.
I braced myself. I was there at the brink again and... yep. I screamed and shook violently as she put a stop to the monster orgasm I could have had. Exactly as she had so many times before, exactly as I knew she would.
This time, however, was different. Instead of waiting for me to cool down, Lita paused for only a second or two. She had me teetering on the brink, and then took me all the way down her throat. Her tongue writhed madly around my shaft.
I had no idea it was possible to experience anything quite that intense. My vision blurred. I thrashed, but it was a spontaneous, involuntary reaction. All I could hear was the howling blood in my ears. My entire world narrowed down to the searing sensation of relief as I pump, pump, pump, pumped my cum down Lita's throat.
Every orgasm I'd ever had in my twenty-three years of life up to that point was a pale imitation of what Lita had brought out of me.
True to her word, Lita was gurgling and sucking, swallowing down every drop I gave her.
"Daaaaamn," I breathed deeply, as I recovered. "Wow. Yeah. Wow. That was-- Oh, uh, okay, you can stop now, that's all of it."
She didn't stop.
"Hey, whoah. I came, alright? It's a bit much for -- Aah! Yeah, that's enough for now."
Not only didn't Lita stop, she sped up.
"Oh, you didn't think she'd be satisfied after your first load, did you?" Cherry asked.
"But I'm done!"
"Silly boy," Honey giggled. "They all say that. It takes a little extra persuasion, is all. For a lust genie, you ejaculations are like potato chips. One is never enough."
The sensation of Lita's masterful tongue on my most sensitive spot transitioned from ecstasy to torture. The quick, slick movement was too much for me to handle so soon after climax.
"Just stop for a moment. Stop! A moment! Let me-- Oh fuuuuu--"
There was a thump and I found the back of the chair reclined down to a level where it was flat, making it more like a cot than a chair. Someone grabbed each of my arms and held them tightly above my head.
When I tilted my head to look behind me I found Star, still fully clothed. She was the one restraining my arms. "This is the part where you're probably going to wiggle, but not to worry: I gotcha!"
"Fuck, that hurts!" Lita's over-stimulation of my cock was becoming more painful with every passing moment. "Stop, stop!"
"Ooh, someone's hamming it up!" Raven cooed. "Not ideal. Better if he'd hurry and get it up again but, whatever. He will. Nowhere near ready to use his safe word. Deep down, he's loving this treatment, aren't you, handsome?"
"Safe word? What-- ah--. Oh gah- No, no-- Wha-- Fuck. Ah, fuck. Wha- What safe word?" I demanded, between desperate, squirming shrieks.
As I understood it, a safe word was a way to communicate that a sexual encounter, particularly one where there was a power-play dynamic, should end. That way someone could yell 'stop' without meaning it, and still be able to communicate they wanted to stop by yelling the safe word. To be honest, up until that moment, I'd always considered the idea of a safe word rather lame -- if you're going to agree to the whole power-play thing, why not do it for real?
Except, I never agreed to any sort of power-play thing in the first place, with or without safe words. In fact, I was reasonably sure no one had mentioned any sort of safe word at all. Under other circumstances I would have been one-hundred percent on this, but Lita's tongue was quickly loosening my grip on reality, one firm, brutal, excruciating slurp at a time.
"Does someone not remember his safe word?" Cherry asked. "You know it. You do. You're being coy, aren't you?"
"No!" I wracked my mind for any safe word I'd ever heard in any context. "Red. Foliage. Pineapple. Banana. Pork and beans. Pumpkin butter. I don't fucking know!"
"Oh, you! Pumpkin Butter?" Honey asked as she shifted into... exactly who I should have expected. "That's not your safe word."
Raven shifted as well. "Or were you thinking of me? Actually, I don't care. You're making too much noise. Time to sit on your face."
Then she sat on my face.
Over the next few minutes I had the unique experience of screaming uncontrollably into A-List pussy.
"Ooooh! Yeah, like that. I know you're, like, ah,ah, ah-- freaking out?" Raven was attempting to have a conversation and ride my face at the same time. "But is there anyway you can do the alphabet or something? Change it up? Not that I'm complaining. Just asking."
Given the circumstances, I could only manage a strained, muffled yowl in reply.
"Yeah, yeah. Harder, like that. I think I warned you you might regret coming so quickly the first time, didn't I? Oh, yeah. Ah- yeah! Now, could you scream a little to the left?"
When Raven was done, Honey took a turn, followed by Cherry. A blur of wet, pungent female flesh and the overwhelming pressure on my cock filled my world. Unlike Lita, herself, her minions did not have a pleasant floral smell. Their pussies smelled -- and tasted -- like pussy. I did note, however, that after Raven shifted into someone else, and took another turn, her scent and taste changed. I had to wonder whether those attributes were as authentic as their appearances and voices.
As my forceful introduction to the subtleties of female anatomy continued, the tenderness in my own anatomy worsened. However, Lita's attentions were slowly growing my arousal once more. I found myself simultaneously hurting and horny.
Unfortunately, Lita didn't stop after my second orgasm either.
"Fucking succubus bitch!" I shrieked as Raven let me up for air after her second session on my face. Lita continued to attack my hypersensitive member with her tongue. "Please stop already. I'm so done. Just stop. Please, please, please. stop. Oh god. Oh! Ahhhhhh fu--"
Honey sat on my face again. "Succubi, is that what you think we are?" She scooched her ass around on my face, getting comfortable. "Meep! Buzz. Wrong. You think we're going to fuck your soul out of you? First, souls aren't actually a thing Second, you can't get seriously injured here. Didn't Lita tell you? I think she did. Guaranteed recovery in one week or less. Isn't it great?"
Independent of how long it would take to recover, a certain very important part of my anatomy was, in my opinion, being 'seriously injured.' Unfortunately, my mouth was too full of female genitalia to voice a coherent retort.
"Well, we think it's pretty great," Cherry commented, from beside me. "No, we don't want your soul. We want your willpower. That's what genies are, you know, it's what we're made of. We can't make our own, but Humans! You humans are willpower generators. Every day you make more and then spend it on work, on games, on sex. If you spend it on a genie we make it part of ourselves, use it to grow stronger, open the Gateway a little bit further. Your desire is a form of will. Every time you come down her throat, you give Lita that energy. Don't worry, though. You'll make more soon enough."
"Want to guess why all lust genies are ladies?" Raven asked.
"He's probably worked it out." Honey said. "As you may have noticed, men tend not to sustain their arousal the way a woman can. A male embodiment of infinite, passionate desire simply makes no sense."
"After all," Cherry concluded, "What do you think the point of a wish is? A wish is a desire, a strong one. A desire is nothing but a form of will, the stronger the desire the stronger the will. When a genie is bound, we're limited in how we can gather the will we need. Granting a wish means your desire is fulfilled and that willpower can be transferred to us. A bargain fulfilled is much the same. And if a human voluntarily makes a wish or a bargain to offer us more of his own willpower? That's best of all!"
When I came for the third time, it felt as if I was pissing acid. So soon after the previous climaxes, ejaculation itself became agonizing.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Safe word! Whatever it is, I'm using it! Tell me. Safe word, safe word, safe word!"
Raven shook her head. "No, you have to say it."
"It only works if you tell me what it is. Tell me!"
"You're lucky you even have a safe word," Honey chimed in. "We don't like safe words around here. Safe words are totally lame. They only matter if your will isn't strong enough. If you don't want it enough!"
Raven shrugged. "You heard him earlier, he's into BDSM. I guess he needs his safe word safety blanket."
In fact, whips, chains and leather weren't exactly my thing. I'd merely been trying to communicate that I would prefer the title of master rather than sweetie. However, I was long past the point of being able to argue.
Cherry rolled her eyes. "Sooo lame! Fine, if you insist, let me spell it out for you." She took a long, deep breath and then spoke rapidly:
"I wish that the oral sex already provided by the lust genie I know as Lita will fulfill all requirements of the clauses relating to a blow job included as part of the bargain that I made to secure free housing and wardrobe services, that upon fulfillment of this wish I will be immediately returned to my own bedroom in Hartford Connecticut without any discrepancy or jump in subjective or objective time, that I will not be subjected to any further sexual acts or any other acts I might find objectionable in the brief instant prior to my return, and finally that this wish will be executed in a straightforward fashion without any subtle adjustments unrelated to the primary intent that could potentially impact my future."
I missed most of that. Only one word stood out: wish.
My "safe word" was my wish. My one and only wish.
But I could change it right? Expand it? I could wish for more than the blow job to stop. I could ask for all sorts of things in addition to that, wrap it all up in a single wish. I could have--
I almost opened my big fat mouth, but I stopped myself in the nick of time. I couldn't make any wish at all. It was a trap.
Cherry had droned on for half a minute, and there was no way I could spit it back verbatim, and every word mattered. That's how I'd gotten myself into this situation, not thinking the wording of things through. Trying a wish and failing would likely be very bad. Trying to expand on it would be worse.
"No!" My voice was getting pretty raw by this point. "Fuck you! I'm not falling for that!"
"I knew it!" Raven crowed. "I told you this one's not ready to pop. Now that he has his safety blanket, he'll be fine. Isn't that right? Isn't that right, sweetie?"
I certainly didn't feel fine, and it only got worse. Lita kept going, and Cherry climbed on to my face next.
I would certainly have cracked if I believed I could have done it properly, remembered each of Cherry's words. I couldn't remember though, which meant that anything I tried was likely to be worse than waiting it out. I had no choice but to suffer.
Over, and over, I had to keep reminding myself: Attempting a wish would only make it worse. Don't do it. Don't do it. Oh god, it hurt, it hurt, but... Don't do it.
I blocked out much of the memory from the later part of that session with Lita. There's a point after which things get so bad your brain shuts down.
I do remember mild surprise at seeing Honey shift into a dark skinned woman with blonde hair. I hadn't expected her ethnicity to shift like that, even if her hair remained the same. Apparently that wasn't a limitation.
Likewise, I was surprised to find myself ravished by a few figures from the past, both living and dead actresses as they appeared many, many years ago. At one point I leaned back to find Star, still securely restraining my hands, still wearing her uniform, masquerading as Marilyn Monroe.
I also remember Honey ripping a piece of fabric off of the chair under me, explaining where my P-spot is and giving me a not-so-gentle introduction to an extra-extra-large anal dildo. Perhaps the best way to communicate the torment that Lita was inflicting on my manhood is to say that my initial reaction was to believe it couldn't be much worse than what was already happening. It wasn't, either... at first.
Then, exactly as Honey explained, that monster invader made contact with something inside me in a way that was downright indescribable. I came yet again in spontaneous, fiery agony.
Mostly, however, I remember struggling, begging, crying and screaming on, and on, and on until I blacked out.
* * *
When I woke up it felt as if my cock had been run over by a steamroller and someone had driven a locomotive up my ass. The room was dark, so it took a few moments to ascertain that I was in my own bed, back in Hartford, back in the real world.
Lita, still naked, was there too. She sat on the side of my bed, idly stroking my aching, flaccid penis.
"Aghmemblulfugh." I wasn't quite capable of forming words yet.
"I'm here sweetie," Lita murmured as her hands drifted upward to rub my back. "I'm here. Does someone need some after care? Boys are all so fragile."
As stunning as Lita was, I pulled away and pulled the sheets on my bed over my naked body. Now I knew her for what she truly was.
"Aww, don't be like that," she said, leaning closer and grabbing the sheet but not pulling it away. "Modesty doesn't suit you."
I didn't say anything and continued to cling tightly to my sheet as I eyed her warily.
"The fact is, you're quite the hunk. Don't you think?" Lita pulled, or rather materialized, a mirror out of her cleavage. It was the same hand mirror Cherry brought me in the waterfall shower.
I didn't immediately see what she wanted to show me, but it clicked after a few seconds: The image reflected back at me was the image of better-me. I was still enhanced, back in the real world.
I whipped the sheet off and looked down. As soft as I was, I could tell I was larger than usual. Much larger. Larger than I usually was when fully erect.
Shocked, I still wasn't sure what to say.
"Don't worry, anyone who sees you like this will still recognize you. They won't think there's anything odd except that you're looking extra-sexy today. All those beautiful girls at your office will simply ask themselves why they never noticed you before now."
I finally found my voice. "Really?"
"Oh, yes," Lita assured me. "You realize, of course, that no matter what happens in my home, you'll recover after a week. I told you that. Next week, those same ladies will all be shaking their heads wondering why they ever noticed anyone so bland and plain... and small."
"Ah."
"But my door, your drawer, is always open," Lita assured me. "Always. Ooh! And you didn't use your wish yet!"
It was hard to sound authoritative under these conditions, but I attempted it. "I told you, I need to think it over."
"Naturally." Lita licked her lips. "Holding out took a bit of willpower. I know, because it was all so delicious. Anyhoo- if you find yourself feeling all dirty and you want to pop in, then my Gateway is always wide open for you. I'm always happy to share some fluids. Be sure you have a solid twelve hours to spare, though, because you simply can... not... rush a good time!"
That was a rather twisted way of saying that if I wanted to bathe in her waterfall to keep my enhanced appearance and monster cock, I'd have to go through all of that again. Once a week.
"I..." I hesitated. My cock lightly brushed against the sheet as I moved slightly. That gentle contact was uncomfortable in my current state, which made up my mind. "I'll respectfully decline."
"Oh! No need to make up your mind now! Not at all. Get some rest. Feel better. A week or three from now you're going to be thinking about how much fun you had tonight, about how you're feeling maybe a teeny bit lonely. You'll be rethinking things, hankering for an evening of good clean fun. I don't need any special genie powers to know that, either. That's simply how boys think. One moment it's 'fuck me silly', the next it's 'stop, stop, stop', and then before you know it we're back to 'fuck me silly'. So inconsistent, so temperamental."
"Good clean fun?" I asked, incredulous.
"In my home, bathing isn't merely a perk. It's mandatory!" Lita declared. "And by the way..." She arched an eyebrow seductively and trailed off.
"Yes?"
"Next time, you can put it anywhere!"
"And will you keep forcing it in, after I come the first time?"
"Maaaaaaaaaybe." Lita bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling.
"So, explain something to me." I said. "You have a thing for my jizz, right?"
Lita nodded. "See, you're fine. You get it."
There was no world in which what I was feeling could be considered fine, but I ignored that for the moment. "So, you'd be more likely to get a repeat performance if you agreed to stop after the first time. Maybe we could reach some sort of agreement?"
She smirked. "Oh baby, if you want to negotiate another deal that would be lovely. I can make as many bargains as you can handle, though you only get your one wish. Is someone feeling clever?"
I should have expected that. Safely negotiating anything with a genie would probably require a team of high-power, corporate lawyers.
However, I was reminded of something she said earlier when she first mentioned my wish. "Okay, okay, but before, you were saying... well you implied that the rhyme was wrong. You said it backwards. If wishes were horses, if horses were wishes. What were you talking about?"
Lita jumped up and down and clapped her hands. Her spectacular tits bounced with her, but for once, I was in no shape to properly appreciate the display. "Ooh! Ooh! You remembered! I knew you were special!"
"Well?"
"I created that rhyme. Me! Then some idiot twisted it around and changed the meaning. It's not my fault everyone ignores my advice. It's like a disclaimer. Or, what do you call 'em now? Oh, yeah, it's an End User License Agreement on your wish:"
"If horses were wishes then wise men would walk,
A single wrong word means you're in for a shock,
For wishes are bitches that can mess with your cock."
I rubbed my temple. "Right."
"Ooooh! Squeeee!" She actually said the word 'squee.' Lita bunched her fists and jumped up and down again. "We're going to have so much fun together, you and me! Lita and Arthur! Roomies for-evvah!"
She thrust the handle of the mirror into my hand. "Take this. Now, I don't want to disturb your shut-eye. Might want to call in sick, though, unless you feel up to going on the prowl at the office today. Now, there's a thought, right?"
Glancing out of my tiny basement window, I could tell the sun was starting to come up outside. When I turned away from the window, Lita was gone.
She had been right. It was time to get ready for work or call in sick. I opted for the latter. There was no way I could go in like this.
In fact, when I made the call, my douche-nozzle boss didn't bother to grill me on exactly how sick I was. When I had the flu a month ago, he demanded that I describe my symptoms. I must have sounded really awful.
As I climbed back into bed, I noticed the back of Lita's hand mirror had something carved in it: A lust genie drained my balls and all I got was this lousy mirror.
I couldn't quite cope with the absurdity at that moment. I set down the mirror, resolved to deal with the whole lust genie situation later, and tried to get some sleep.
That concludes the first arc, which is all I've written. I keep meaning to write more, but haven't yet gotten around to it.