Romp Fantasy Digest

by Jamie Hill, Mae Powers, Jennifer Mueller

  He started shoveling food on to their plates, stopping every so often to taste and roll his eyes upwards. “This is fantastic."

  Macy crossed her arms on the table. “I'm not hungry anymore. He spat at me."

  "Rude,” Eugene agreed. “You're supposed to put it out of your mind though. Here, taste this.” He held his fork up to her mouth and gave her a bite of pork. “Didn't I tell you?” Eugene smiled and nodded.

  "It is good."

  "Come on...” He offered her another bite.

  Macy took it and smiled at him. “I could use something to drink. How about you?"

  When he nodded, she continued, “I think I've got some wine.” She went to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle, popped it open, and poured two glasses. “We're not going to let it breathe. We're going to drink it now.” She raised her glass to him.

  "To wealth,” Eugene offered.

  "Wealth, hmpf...” Macy knocked back her glass of wine. She wanted to be rich. He tried to warn her about making a hasty decision, but she felt so sure she knew what she wanted. “Is this what you thought would happen?” she asked him as he continued to eat. “Did you know people would be bugging me for money like this?"

  Eugene shrugged as he ate. “Wealth is a pretty common request. Almost everybody chooses it as one of their three wishes. I've seen a lot in the past six hundred years or so."

  Macy choked on the wonton she nibbled, and washed it down with another glass of wine. “Six hundred years? Is that how old you are?"

  He shrugged again, a habit Macy found endearing. Everything seemed natural to him; nothing much seemed to phase or surprise him. “Who keeps track? It's been a hell of a long ride, I know that much."

  "How long are you...?” Macy wasn't sure of the proper wording. “How long will you be...?"

  "Stuck in the bottle?” he finished the thought for her, and shrugged again. “Who knows? It's not such a bad life. I get to meet a lot of interesting people. Most of them I'm ready to part company with by the third wish. People can be dicks."

  Macy choked again, and took another swig of wine. She grinned at Eugene. “That's pretty modern language for a guy who knew Bill Shakespeare."

  He grinned back. “I catch on quickly and have tried to evolve over the years. Sometimes it's a long spell in between masters, and then I have a lot to catch up on."

  She looked into his eyes. “Is that what I am? Your master?"

  He bowed his head to her. “Of course, Mistress. Your wish is my command."

  She shoved back her wineglass, thinking if she drank any more, she might wish to see exactly what kind of commands he would fulfill for her. She started to say something when her doorbell buzzed. “Oh, what now?” Macy tried to stand but felt lightheaded and sat back down quickly.

  "Ignore it,” Eugene advised, cleaning his plate.

  She smiled. “Really? Do you think I should?"

  He shrugged. “Why not?"

  The buzzer became insistent then the knocking began. No, pounding. “Mace? Open up! It's me!"

  Eugene sipped his wine and looked at her. “Who would ‘me’ be? Your boyfriend, perhaps?"

  "No.” She slumped over the table. “I don't have a boyfriend. It's my brother, Teddy. I'm sure he has a list of his wants and needs in one hand and a plan in the other."

  Eugene stood up and offered Macy his hand. “Then let's get out of here."

  She put her hand in his. “There's only the one door and a rickety fire escape."

  He pulled her close to him. “With your permission, I can take us somewhere."

  Macy's eyes widened. “Well, okay...” She inhaled as Eugene pressed her body against his and suddenly felt like they were floating. “Does this count as one of my three wishes?” she murmured, their faces practically nose-to-nose.

  He released his grip as they landed on a sunny beach, but held on to her hand. “Of course not. This was my idea."

  She glanced around the deserted beach. “Oh, it's beautiful! A little sunshine and solitude is exactly what I need right now."

  Eugene snapped his fingers, and two lounge chairs appeared with a table between them, sporting a pitcher of icy lemonade and two glasses. Macy laughed and dropped into one of the chairs. “Were you reading my mind?” she asked him slyly.

  He smiled as he slid into the other chair and poured them each a drink. “If I could read minds, we might have achieved a different destination, Mistress."

  Macy blushed and took the glass from him. How could he know that? Maybe he could read minds. But she felt loose and comfortable and didn't really care. “This is so perfect.” She glanced around. “I just hope it remains secluded. After my picture flashed on TV, everyone is going to recognize me as the woman with the money."

  "Not around here.” Eugene shook his head. “In fact, I can guarantee you no one here has ever heard of the Illinois State Lottery.

  That got her attention. “Where are we, Eugene?"

  He leaned back in the beach chair and closed his eyes, smiling. “Pompeii."

  "Pompeii?” Macy looked around again. “But it's so beautiful! I thought it was more of an archaeological site these days, what with all the volcanic ash and the ruins."

  He glanced over at her and smiled. “It is. But this is Pompeii before Mount Vesuvius erupted."

  Macy's jaw dropped open. “We went back in time?"

  He shrugged and laid back. “Relax.” He reached out and squeezed her hand. “You wanted to get away from it all."

  "I didn't mean away from my century,” she squealed.

  "Relax,” he repeated calmly, continuing to squeeze her hand. “Anytime you want to go home, just say the word."

  "Really?” That calmed her a little bit.

  "Absolutely.” He ran his thumb over the palm of her hand, and Macy leaned back, enjoying the sunshine and the feeling of her hand in his.

  "There now, isn't that better?” His thumb caressed her with smooth, powerful strokes.

  "Oh, yeah.” Macy felt much more relaxed, and the wine made her head pleasantly fuzzy. That had the added feature of disabling the filter between her brain and her mouth. “It's too bad these chairs aren't big enough for two."

  Whoops, did she say that out loud?

  With a snap of his fingers, Eugene sat next to her, sharing a larger, more luxurious lounger. “Your wish is my command,” he whispered.

  "Was that my second wish?"

  He smiled. “Of course not. You'll know when you use your second wish. Maybe this was my wish."

  His lips met hers, and they kissed gently. Macy moaned and opened her mouth slightly, and Eugene took full advantage. His tongue slipped between her lips, exploring and tasting what felt like every inch of the inside of her mouth. She moaned again at the sensuality of it, and he pulled back slowly.

  "Do you want me to stop, Mistress?"

  "God, no,” she told him honestly. “I should tell you to stop calling me ‘mistress', but dammit, that turns me on, too. No, Eugene, I don't want you to stop. I want you to do more ... much more."

  He smiled and pressed his mouth against hers hungrily. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and let his hands roam over her body.

  "Yes,” Macy whimpered.

  Eugene pulled back and let his kisses slide down her throat and on to her neck. “Tell me, Mistress. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

  "Everything.” She sighed and shivered.

  He smiled and continued to work his mouth lower. He freed Macy of her blouse, and she undid the hook of her bra. She didn't know if he'd seen a fastener like it before, and she wasn't in a patient mood. She wanted his mouth on her breasts now.

  "You're so beautiful, Mistress.” He blew on her nipples lightly to pebble them before sucking each one into his mouth.

  Macy groaned at the sensation, and wanting to feel flesh beneath her hands, peeled back his vest. To her surprise, she found his left nipple pierced with a gold hoop matching the one in his ear.

  "That is incredibly sexy,” she wh
ispered, fingering the tight nipple.

  "Would you take it into your mouth, Mistress?"

  Macy felt a gush of wetness between her legs. “God, yes."

  He pressed his body against hers, and she played with the little ring gently with her tongue before sucking his nipple into her mouth.

  "I love it,” she whispered, and, as his body shifted, she felt something else she was quite sure she would love. “You're hard,” she told him, getting into the ‘mistress’ routine. “I want to see your erection."

  "Yes, Mistress.” He reached for the band of his trousers and shoved them to his feet. His cock jutted forward, as long, full, and thick as Macy had ever seen. She licked her lips in anticipation.

  "You also are quite beautiful,” she told him, drooling to get her mouth on his huge cock. “I want you in my mouth. Can you arrange it so your face is between my legs?"

  "Absolutely.” Eugene snapped his fingers, and Macy lay naked, upside down beneath him. The tip of his cock dripped milky liquid, and she lapped it up. “Does this please you, Mistress?"

  "Very much,” she gasped as he buried his face between her legs and sucked her clit into his mouth. The pressure built intensely, and she tried to focus on his throbbing cock, licking it from base to tip and back again, but before she had a chance to really get started, she came in an orgasm so intense she thought she might burst. “Sweet Jesus!” she cried out, and Eugene chuckled.

  "You taste good, Mistress. May I continue tasting?"

  Macy wrapped her legs around his head and forced him back down in reply. He quickly brought her to two more climaxes, each more powerful than the last, using his tongue and fingers to ravage her intimately and thoroughly. As she floated down from her last delightful spiral, she felt his balls draw up and sensed his imminent release.

  "Come on, baby,” she mumbled with her mouth full. She felt his stream shoot down her throat, and she continued to massage and suck until his gyrations ceased.

  Eugene flopped off of her and landed at her side.

  "Wow,” she sighed.

  "Yeah, wow."

  She smiled and tugged at him until he faced the same direction as she and put her head on his chest. Eugene wrapped his arms around her and held her firmly. Macy giggled.

  "What?” He grinned at her.

  "The first time I saw you, I wondered if you might be gay.” She added quickly, “Not that there's anything wrong with that."

  "Hope I proved you wrong on that point."

  "Oh, yeah. Well, you proved that you're bisexual, at least. Those pants are still questionable."

  He laughed aloud. “They're really comfortable! You should try them sometime."

  "I prefer jeans."

  He ran a hand over her bare ass. “I prefer you out of jeans. You're truly beautiful, Macy."

  She smiled at him. “I think that's the first time you've called me by my name."

  He shrugged. “It's not against the rules. You seemed to be getting off on the ‘mistress’ thing. I wanted to make you happy."

  Macy grinned and pressed her body into his. “That you did. Very happy. Extremely happy."

  He nudged his penis against her thigh, and she felt him growing hard again. “I believe I could make you happier, Macy."

  She looked into his eyes and smiled softly. “Whatever you want, you've got. If you want me to call you ‘master’ this time, I'd be happy to. I want to make you happy, Eugene."

  "You've already made me happy.” He raised both her hands over her head and gripped them with one of his own. “I don't want you to call me ‘master'. Call me Gene, and I'll call you Macy."

  She squirmed as he cupped her mound with his free hand and pushed her legs apart. “Oh, yes...” Macy sighed. “Make love to me, Gene. I want to feel you inside me."

  "Gladly.” He thrust and filled her to the hilt in one smooth movement.

  "Oh, yes!” she squealed, her sensitive body reacting to his delightful invasion. “I'm going to come quickly."

  He put his forehead on hers and slowed his hip thrusts to an agonizing pace. “I want to watch you come, Macy. You're so beautiful. I want to watch your face erupt in ecstasy."

  She panted as he tormented her. “You make me come like no one ever has before. You fill me up, Gene, and make me just want to burst!"

  He released her hands, and she clawed at his back. “Come on, Macy.” His thrusts turned into pounding waves, over and over again until she drew up and cried out her pleasure.

  "That's it!” he encouraged. “Come on, baby!"

  She sobbed when her climax finally subsided.

  "Macy!” He stopped and held her face in his hands. “Did I hurt you?"

  "No, no.” She shook her head. “It was so perfect and so beautiful! It only hurts when I think it might not last forever."

  He smiled at her, and their lips met in a soft kiss. Clutching the back of his head, she kept him close where she wanted him.

  "Kiss me,” he murmured, their lips touching. “Kiss me again, and I'm going to come."

  "Come inside me,” she replied, pulling his tongue into her mouth. “Fuck me with your tongue and your cock, and come inside me."

  Eugene groaned and shuddered his release as he emptied into her. Macy arched her back and came with him, another ferocious swirl of intense passion locking them together until they were both drained and exhausted.

  He collapsed on top of her then started to rise.

  "Don't go,” she whispered.

  "I'm crushing you."

  "I'm not ready to let you go,” she answered, and he nodded that he understood.

  He buried his face in her neck, and they snuggled together as the sun went down.

  * * * *

  "Ready for me to move?” he finally asked when darkness surrounded them.

  "No,” she wrapped her legs around his body. “Don't leave me."

  "Macy...” he started to say something, but trailed off. He finally said “Part of me is going, whether I like it or not.” They glanced between their bodies at his waning penis.

  Macy looked back into his eyes and asked quietly “If I never make my last wish, does that mean you'll have to stay?"

  He grinned at her. “Well, hmmm. I'm not sure about that. No one has ever not used all three wishes before."

  "They say there's a first time for everything.” She grinned back at him, glancing down at his cock. “There's really nothing you can do about that?"

  Eugene smiled and snapped his fingers. His erection instantly engorged and filled her. “Maybe there's one thing..."

  "Oh, yeah.” Macy closed her eyes and clutched at him. “That's the perfect thing."

  * * * *

  She woke in her own bed. For one frantic instant, Macy thought it had all been a dream. “Gene?” she cried out.

  "I'm here.” He rolled over and pulled her into his arms. “Bad dream?"

  She nuzzled her face into his chest, shaking her head. “I just thought ... I was afraid..."

  "You were afraid I had been the dream?” He completed her thought. He had a way of doing that.

  She nodded, clutching him tightly.

  He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Crazy as it may seem, I'm not a dream. None of this has been a dream. If you listen carefully, you'll hear a constant stream of knocks on the front door."

  "Are you serious?” She looked up at him.

  He nodded. “They knock for awhile then go away. Last time I looked, there were reporters out in front of the building."

  "Damn.” Macy buried her face in her hands. “What have I done? You tried to warn me..."

  "I told you, I've seen it before. It's a new experience for you."

  "An experience I wish I didn't have to go through. God, I wish I'd never asked to win the lottery."

  He folded his hands into a praying position and bowed his head. “May it be so."

  Macy stared at him. “Don't tell me-my second wish?"

  "Yep.” Eugene smiled and pulled her closer to snuggle.


  Macy jerked away and sat up. “You told me I would know when I used my next wish!"

  He sat up and smiled at her patiently. “You knew."

  "You undid it, just like that?"

  "Yep. Just like it never happened.” He looked pleased with himself. “Tina, your mother, your brother-nobody will remember a thing because none of it took place."

  "Gene,” she pouted. “I'm right back where I started, and I wasted my first two wishes."

  "If you choose to look at it that way.” He shrugged. “I choose to think you've learned a valuable lesson. I know you'll make that last wish count."

  Macy tugged the sheet from her bed and wrapped it around her as she got up. “I wasn't going to use my last wish, remember?"

  He looked at her sadly. “You have to use it, Macy. I wouldn't know what to do otherwise."

  "You could stay here with me."

  "I can't. It just wouldn't work."

  "It worked pretty well for Jeannie and Major Nelson."

  "Television.” Eugene rolled his eyes. “That show set the image of genies back a thousand years. In the Tales of the Arabian Nights, we were strong and fearsome. Then one blonde babe comes along, and all of a sudden genies are ditzy and stupid."

  "I don't think of you that way.” She looked into his eyes.

  He smiled. “I know. You're different from any master I've ever had, and it would be easy-and incredibly desirable-to stay here with you. But I don't think that's the kind of relationship you're looking for. I know I'm not."

  Tears rolled down Macy's cheeks. “I don't understand. I thought what we had felt wonderful."

  He stood up and faced her. “It is wonderful Macy, never doubt that. But I'm holding out hope that somewhere down the line I'll find a partner who's my equal. I don't want to have a master for the rest of my life, and I don't think you want to be one."

  She thought about that as the phone rang. She looked at Eugene as she lifted the receiver.

  "Remember,” he whispered, “the lottery never happened."

  Macy nodded and said “Hello?"

  "Hey, Mace, it's Tina. Hope I didn't wake you."

  "No, I'm up.” She watched as Eugene moved closer to her and began to kiss her neck.