Samantha and Her Genie

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  She took her sweet time exploring every aspect of his cock, playing with the foreskin, watching the head peek in and out as she slid her fingers up and down his shaft.

  He propped his head on a couple of pillows to get a better look at her diligent exploration.

  The beam from her flashlight showcasing his beautiful erection, Samantha smiled. “I’d say the head is sort of mushroom shaped, wouldn’t you?” She planted a kiss there. “With a rosy, almost purple color.” Her tongue darted out, digging into the tiny hole at the tip. Tensing, Lugal sucked in a sharp breath.

  “I like the blue veining decorating your shaft.” Her tongue traced along one of the slender, pale blue paths. “The tender skin is soft like velvet.” She brought her cheek to his cock, caressing it against his shaft. “Yet the firmness of your cock feels more like sculpted marble.”

  “Oh…what you’re doing to me, Samantha,” he groaned.

  “Driving you a little bit crazy?”

  “Yes…it’s been so long, I can’t remember when…”

  “Good,” she said, her lips against his cock, breathing hot air on his shaft. “I’m glad to be able to give you a little of your own medicine.” She cupped his balls, massaging gently, ever-so-lightly scraping them with her nails, and then giving them a tender squeeze.

  Lugal’s words drifted into a tuneful groan. She chuckled, knowing damn well what it felt like to be so pleasantly tortured.

  “My cock is near bursting. Fire rises within me, Samantha. Blood rages in my veins.” He grabbed her hair, pushing her head down where he wanted her.

  “Poor baby. Let me fuck it with my mouth.” Taking his cock back into her mouth, her tongue undulated in an erotic rhythm while she sucked him.

  “Fuck?” he gasped out.

  She opened her mouth, sliding her lips from his cock.

  “You don’t know that word?”

  “Nay.”

  Under her erotic oral spell, Lugal was clearly a man of few words.

  “It’s a coarse, rather crude word that means having sex. You fuck my pussy with your great big cock…I fuck your cock with my soft, wet mouth. Like this…”

  She swallowed his cock, gliding her lips up and down. Holding it steady, she kissed the crown and sucked it. “Mmmm, you taste so good, Lugal. All musky and male and potent.” With plenty of long, thick cock at her disposal, she wrapped her hand around the base and pumped while claiming the rest of his sizeable column with her mouth.

  “Gods, Samantha!”

  “Nay, it is no god supping on your sweetness, it is your possessor, my dear genie,” she said, mimicking his earlier words. “It is I, Samantha, who makes the volcano of passion rise within you, erupting with a burst of honeyed musk into my waiting mouth.”

  “Ahhh, my sweet, Samantha.” Lugal caressed her head and shoulders as she ate him. She sucked hard, milking him, urging him to spill his seed down her throat.

  He murmured something, mindless—random, garbled bits of speech as she drove him closer to the edge with her tongue, her teeth and the firm sucking of her cheeks. Relaxing her throat muscles, she took in as much of him as she could, discarding the flashlight to grab a handful of fine, masculine ass with one hand, while massaging his testicles with the other.

  His body rigid, Lugal’s murmurs grew into howling grunts. He bucked mightily as he spasmed and soon Samantha felt the first hot streams of cum bathing her mouth and throat.

  A raw, primal growl exploded from his throat as Lugal tensed and shuddered, the last ribbons of his creamy male essence shooting against the back of her throat.

  Besieged by a rich, sweet bounty of feelings and sensations, tears sprang to Samantha’s eyes. She drank from him, swallowing every last morsel of his cum, thoroughly loving his cock in a way that amazed her.

  She’d never experienced the true joys of sexual union until Lugal came into her life. He made her feel like a beautiful, desirable woman. Like a goddess! Unlike Tommy, Lugal never once pinched her belly and made a crack about her being too fat.

  Instead, Lugal made her insides thrum, her outsides shudder. He influenced her mind, her hormones, her feelings until Samantha felt cosseted in a perfect bubble of supreme satiation.

  She’d known Lugal less than a day and already her heart ached at the thought of losing him forever. She was grateful to him for making her feel whole and alive.

  “Spilling my seed into your soft, sweet mouth was the most pleasing, gratifying experience I can remember,” Lugal told Samantha as she cuddled close. “So generous, considerate, so giving. I am at a loss for words to express my appreciation.”

  Samantha drew invisible patterns on his chest with her fingers, enjoying the vibration in his chest as he spoke. His odd words of gratitude surprised her. He almost made it sound as though no other woman had ever loved his cock with her mouth before. Of course, that was ridiculous. What woman could possibly resist the mouthwatering opportunity to taste Conan the Barbarian’s gorgeous cock?

  “It was my absolute pleasure,” she assured him. “But it wasn’t any more than you did for me, Lugal.”

  “Ah, but it was, little one. More than you can possibly know.” He stroked her head gently, lazily curling strands of her hair around his fingers.

  Splaying her fingers against his chest, Samantha rested her chin on her hand, gazing into his dark eyes. “I don’t understand. You can’t possibly mean this is the first time a woman has performed oral sex on you…can you?”

  “The last time a woman’s lips tasted my manhood was before I was made captive. It is so long ago I can barely remember.”

  “But why? Were they all lesbians or something?”

  “Lesbians?”

  “Gay women.” Lugal looked even more confused. “Homosexual women,” Samantha clarified. “Women who aren’t sexually interested in men.”

  “Ah, I understand.” Lugal chuckled. “Only a few of my possessors were lesbians. You fail to understand how very different you are from the women I have known these many centuries.”

  “Really? How?” She was pretty sure Lugal meant that in a good way. If he was just giving her a line, he was doing one hell of a job. But then, why would he have to? She’d already given herself to him, hadn’t she? It certainly wasn’t as if she’d played hard to get. She rolled her eyes at the thought of how pitifully easy she was.

  Rosie was right. In less than a day’s time, Samantha had morphed into a bona fide slut.

  “You are like fresh air on a spring morning. In the short time I have known you I have already learned you are kind, caring, beautiful and you make me laugh. You are lively and full of life. Spirited and impudent as well as intelligent.” Lugal held up his finger. “Before you ask, yes, I mean what I say to you. It is not said out of duty, Samantha.”

  If it was anatomically possible for a heart to do an actual flip-flop inside one’s chest, it just happened to Samantha.

  “Wow…that’s the nicest bunch of compliments anyone has ever given me, Lugal. Thank you.”

  “You are also an excellent cock sucker.” Lugal winked and Samantha breathed in a surprised gasp at his carnal levity.

  “In the past, my possessors gave thought only to their own gratification, never to mine. I came to accept that truth long ago. Once they understood I was there to grant their wishes and pleasure them sexually, I was naught but a human contrivance to them. Merely a means to fulfill their desires.”

  Samantha looked up at him. “I find that so hard to believe. It sounds so cold. So selfish.”

  “I am still amazed you have not even asked me about your wishes. It is the first such occurrence.”

  “I have six months, right?”

  “Yes, but are you not curious about this gift that has the power to alter your life?”

  “I am, but we’ve got plenty of time for that.” Smiling, Samantha patted his shoulder. She certainly wasn’t eager to send Lugal back to that cursed bottle. Besides, it was hard to think of anything more perfect than having him for her lover.
Her time with Lugal rivaled any riches that immediately came to mind.

  “Getting back to your other possessors—did they just treat you like a wish-granting love slave instead of a person, a man with feelings?”

  “Most did, but it is reasonable and understandable. After all, I am a slave with a duty to perform. That is why it moved me so to have you treat me like a lover. Like a man, Samantha, instead of one to grovel at your feet and carry out your commands.”

  Her eyes filled with tears that spilled on Lugal’s chest. He lifted his head to look down at her, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “Why do you cry?”

  How could Samantha find the words to explain how her heart was breaking for him? For the eons of inhumane treatment he’d suffered at the hands of callous, unfeeling ingrates?

  Lord knows she couldn’t tell him that after knowing him for just a few hours, she had this crazy notion bounding around inside her head and heart, insisting she was falling in love with him.

  She’d scare her poor genie right back into his bottle if he had any inkling she was thinking along such needy, clingy lines.

  “I just think it stinks, that’s all,” she said “It smells like ass?” Lugal asked, a teasing gleam in his eye and a devilish grin across his sensuous lips.

  Samantha smiled, surprised to hear him making a joke when what he’d just shared with her must be so painful. “Exactly. It smells like ass.”

  With a wicked expression, Lugal reached down and pinched her butt. “Before we part ways, Samantha, I will fuck that beautiful alabaster ass of yours.”

  Chapter Eight

  “I can’t believe we forgot to use this last night.” Samantha tossed out the warm can of whipped cream.

  Lugal stood behind her, nibbling on her nape as she selected a pair of mugs from the cabinet. After hours of sensational lovemaking, this was a hell of a nice way to start the day.

  “The natural flavor of your skin and your secret places was delicious enough. The adornment of sweet white ruffles was not needed.” After licking the outer shell of her ear, Lugal sniffed the air as the coffeemaker hissed. “I like this aroma.”

  “The coffee will be ready in a couple of minutes. I can’t believe you’ve never tasted it. Didn’t Abigail drink coffee?”

  “Nay. She and Owen were from England. She said the English prefer tea. I grew to enjoy the taste with abundant cream and sugar.”

  “All I have in the house is artificial sweetener and a carton of nonfat milk. But we’ll grab another mug while we’re out shopping. You can load it up with cream and sugar.”

  She eyed Lugal and smiled, mindful not to give in to a rising giggle. Samantha figured the few remnants of fat clothes she’d saved would come in handy one day. The powder blue sweatshirt adorned with huge pink cabbage rose appliqués and the stretch-denim jeans with the elastic waist weren’t exactly ideal adornment for a pillar of simmering testosterone. But it was either that or her splashy orange floral mumu.

  She’d donated her favorite fat clothes to charity. The few she kept were examples of this-is-what-you’ll-look-like-if-you-ever-get-fat-again outfits she kept in the back of her closet as hideous reminders of her highest weight. God, she never wanted to be forced to wear frumpy clothes like those again.

  The sleeves of her sweatshirt came up to Lugal’s elbows. The legs of the plus-sized jeans hugged just below his knees. Poor Lugal looked like a gargantuan drag queen gone terribly wrong. But she couldn’t take him out of the house wearing his genie garb. It would attract too much attention.

  Of course, a barbarian embellished with cabbage roses wouldn’t exactly blend in either.

  Samantha glanced at his big feet overhanging her flip-flops and winced. He came out of his bottle barefoot. The man needed some sort of shoes. Since she didn’t have any gunboats handy, these would offer at least a little protection.

  Once they got to the mall she’d just have to get him into some manly clothes and shoes pronto, that’s all. Appraising his imposing stature again, she bit her lip, wondering if the average men’s store carried triple-tall, extra-buff sizes.

  The bell on her coffeemaker dinged, capturing Samantha’s attention. “I’ll start you off with it black to see if you like it that way first.” She poured a cup for him and one for herself, doctoring hers with milk and sweetener.

  Lugal sipped and winced. “It does not taste as good as it smells.”

  “Here,” she ripped open a packet of sweetener, tossing in the powder, “try it now.”

  He sipped, making a face like a kid eating strained spinach. “This is worse yet.”

  Samantha added a splash of nonfat milk, gesturing for him to sample again. A leery look on his face, he sipped. Clearly the milk hadn’t helped matters any.

  “I am sorry, Samantha. I cannot ingest this strange, bitter liquid.”

  “No problem. See what you think about the cereal. It’s made by Tuned by Turner, the company I work for.” The high fiber, low-fat, sugar-free, whole-grain Yummy Nuggets with clusters of flax and bran was one of the few foods TBT offered that Samantha found halfway palatable. She poured a stream of thin, fat-purged milk into the small bowl, sprinkled sweetener on top and stirred.

  Lugal outright shuddered at the taste. From the skewed look on his face, she thought he might spit the mouthful back into the bowl. But his table manners were far more refined. Managing to swallow with another small shudder, he took the box from the table, studying the images of lip-licking people happily hiking spoonfuls of cereal to their mouths.

  “With all this amazing technology you have, Samantha, why do the people of your time choose to ingest twigs, chaff and wood shavings for their morning repast?”

  Samantha laughed at that. “It does seem that way, doesn’t it?”

  “Truly, I do not mean to be ungrateful for the sustenance you provide, but…”

  “You don’t need to say another word.” She cleared the table. “After we get you something to wear I’ll take you out for a nice lunch.” She grabbed her purse and keys. Lugal grabbed his saber, affixing it to his hip.

  “Uh…no, that won’t work, Lugal. The saber stays here. Strolling around with weapons strapped to the waist is definitely frowned upon in Portland.”

  He looked at her aghast. “You cannot mean it, Samantha. A warrior without his weapon is but a target inviting slaughter. How will I protect you should the need arise?”

  Reaching up to stroke his rough jaw, she gave the cabbage rose-wearing genie a once-over and smiled. “My dear, adorable genie, you’ve got fists like ham hocks and the rest of you is muscle layered on muscle.” She squeezed his biceps and he immediately curled his arm to make an impressive muscle.

  “See?” She silently cursed herself for feeling that muscle. Damn. Now she’d have to walk around with damp panties while they shopped. “A definite case of overkill. You’re stronger and more fearsome than any man deserves to be, Lugal, with or without a sword.”

  He grabbed her to his chest, crushing her breasts to him, nibbling her neck. “Your eyes darken with passion when you feel my strength, little one. Why go to the markets when we can stay here and fuck all day?”

  “You really like that new word, don’t you?”

  “I love it.” He ground his erection against her. “I love to fuck you. I love it when you fuck me. I love fucking.”

  Nearly limp with desire as he expounded on the virtues of his favorite new word, Samantha pressed her hands against his chest. Intending to push him away, she relished the feel of his hard pectorals beneath her fingers.

  Great. Now she’d be walking around with a soaked pussy all damn day long.

  She sucked in a deep breath and expelled it, reluctantly pushing herself away from his embrace. “We have to go. We need to get to the mall before it gets too crowded.” The fewer people who saw him outfitted like a giant transvestite the better. “Ready for a ride in my horseless chariot?”

  Lugal’s eyes widened. “You have a gas engine automobile like that of Charlie’s
?”

  “Mine’s older and smaller, but it’s pretty much the same.” She yanked Lugal’s hand and headed for the door leading to her garage.

  “Yes! I will enjoy driving this great metal monster on wheels.”

  She stopped in her tracks. “Whoa, hold on a minute, macho man. You’re not driving. You don’t know how. You’re job is to be the pretty passenger.”

  “You will teach me,” Lugal stated. “Women should not be operating such vehicles. It is a man’s responsibility.”

  Samantha opened her mouth and snapped it shut. No use arguing with her sexy chauvinist now, or else they’d never get to the mall. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed his sleeve, marching him to the garage.

  The short drive to the mall was harrowing. Between Lugal’s shocked gasps, cries of wonder and urgent demands for explanations, Samantha felt drained. She’d also made the mistake of turning on the radio without preparing Lugal first. He practically shot through the roof as music blared and singers sang.

  Thank God he didn’t have the saber with him.

  Samantha showed him how to switch stations by pushing the buttons. Lugal zipped from rock to rap to classical to country to talk radio. When the news came on he listened intently, answering the newsman wherever he deemed appropriate. And he argued with the meteorologist about weather conditions.

  It was when Lugal asked the announcers questions, awaiting answers, that Samantha decided she deserved a gold medal for holding back her laughter. She did her best to explain what a radio was and how it worked, but realized technical explanations simply weren’t her forte.

  Big trucks, motorcycles, motor homes, and bicycles grabbed his attention, causing a flurry of new questions. The planes flying overhead had Lugal gasping and shoving his head out the window to watch the great white birds in the sky.

  Hanging on to him by the elasticized waistband of her jeans as she drove, Samantha was scared to death Lugal was going to kill himself by jumping out of the car to explore all the amazing, magical aspects of his new world.

  Or to wage war on other drivers.