Samantha and Her Genie

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Lugal’s hot fingers dug into the cool flesh of her cheeks. “Already I feel your hot chamber pulsing around my cock. You are eager to be pleasured tonight, my love.”

  Lugal was right. As the days crept by, closer to the time that she’d lose him forever, Samantha had become increasingly needy, more ravenous for their passionate couplings. It was almost as if, by joining sexually, she could mark him, brand him with her love so that he’d somehow have to stay with her.

  Foolish, yes. Illogical, definitely. But the idea of losing her beloved Lugal was intolerable and driving her to such irrational thoughts.

  “I’m always eager to feel you inside me,” she told him, determined not to cry. “Your cock, your mouth, your hands…all of you, Lugal, is like magic. You are my fairytale prince come to life.”

  “And you are my erotic queen.” His balls slapped against her as he thrust. “The only woman capable of owning my heart.” He bit into her side, sucking her flesh, marking her as his and his alone.

  While his cock pierced her ass, he plunged the big red vibrator into her pussy and turned it on. Samantha lost the thread of her thought.

  Exquisite pressure built in her anus and cunt as Lugal tortured them sweetly. His body heat was palpable, matching hers in intensity as he held himself close, flush with her body. The musky scent of lovemaking perfumed the air as their heat mingled.

  She clenched tight, loving the hard, full, dual intrusions. Such sensational, tormented bliss. Lugal slid the vibrator partially out of her pussy and pressed the base to her clit, sliding it left and right until he nearly splintered her hold on sanity.

  “Give me the wand,” she said, reaching her hand behind and wiggling her fingers for the vibrator. She was determined to ensure that Lugal’s climax was as spectacular as she knew hers was about to be.

  Her entire body shuddered as he pulled it from her cunt with agonizing slowness. As soon as she had a firm grasp on it, she worked it between her legs, searching for the base of Lugal’s cock. Once she connected with it she held the vibrator against their joined flesh, trailing it down to his balls and back again.

  His body stiffened. The deep, guttural cry escaping his chest told Samantha Lugal was well on his way to ecstasy. She could clearly feel spurts of hot cum surging powerfully, captured by the bright red condom cloaking Lugal’s cock.

  Spasms rippled through both her pussy and anus. On a high, fractured cry, Samantha’s body erupted with jolts of red-hot pleasure that gripped her entire being, whisking her along with her beloved to a private paradise of deeply satisfied bliss.

  Samantha’s pleasure only increased as, until the wee hours of the morning, she and her lover transported each other to rapturous heights. They worked Lugal’s new Red Hot Master Blaster 8000 vibrator so relentlessly, the poor plastic toy petered out.

  It wasn’t a problem. While their cache of sex toys added to their enjoyment, Samantha and Lugal were more than adept at bringing each other to orgasm the old fashioned, organic way, with teeth, tongues, hands and flesh on—and in—flesh.

  Keeping true to her word, Samantha raked, squeezed, probed, pinched and sucked every luscious inch of the man she loved until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “You are cruel and heartless, Samantha,” Lugal accused. “If you truly love me as much as you profess, you would allow me this privilege.”

  Samantha stood at the driver’s side of her car, door open and ready to scoot in. She opened her mouth to protest, but when she looked up at him, her heart turned to jelly. In the nearly six months they’d been together, Lugal had asked only one thing of her. And she hadn’t done it for him. After all he’d done for her, after making her life happy and complete beyond her wildest dreams, she’d still refused him.

  Dammit, Lugal was right. She was cruel and heartless.

  “Oh, okay. But, I warn you, Lugal, you’d better do everything I tell you. I don’t want you being obstinate and trying any fancy stuff, otherwise you’ll land us both in jail.”

  “Incarceration? Why?”

  Slapping the roof of the car, Samantha rolled her eyes. “One,” she counted off on her fingers, “you don’t have a driver’s license. Two, you don’t even have a birth certificate. And wouldn’t that be a sticky situation to try to explain our way out of? Three, if they don’t deport you to…wherever, they’ll probably keep you locked up in the psycho ward once they find out you think you’re a genie.”

  A wounded look across his features, Lugal clapped his chest. “But I am a genie. I do not tell false tales.”

  “With that I am bound to tell the truth rule they gave you when they bottled you up, you’ll just get yourself—and me—in hot water. Trust me when I tell you we need to avoid catching the attention of any cops, okay?”

  “Okay.” The grin on his face was so jovial it was infectious.

  Samantha looked left and right. The grocery store’s parking was still fairly empty at the early hour. She sucked in a deep breath, expelling it with a whoosh. “Go ahead, get in. And make sure to put on your seatbelt.”

  Lugal complied. It was a good thing Samantha had purchased a bigger car. Watching Lugal attempt to fold his massive frame into her tiny old car was almost painful to watch. He was so big his knees had practically come up to his chin.

  “Pay attention while I explain what everything is,” Samantha said. “The pedal on your right is the gas. That makes the car go. The pedal on the left is the brake. That makes it stop. This is the gear shift, it—”

  Lugal shifted the car into drive, put his foot on the gas and took off.

  “Whoa! Oh my God. What do you think you’re doing? Didn’t you hear a word I said?”

  “There is nothing to worry about,” Lugal assured her. “I have watched you maneuver this motorized chariot numerous times. I have read detailed driving instructions online, complete with diagrams and photographs. If a woman can operate this vehicle, then a man such as myself surely can without any problem.” He gave her a patronizing smile. “Just relax, Samantha. All will be well.”

  “Famous last words. You told me the same thing when I left you in my little house all alone and you nearly blew it up with your electrical experiments, remember?”

  “You exaggerate, Samantha. I blew myself up, not the house.”

  Still not used to her improved financial status, she replied, “Replacing that living room picture window you sailed through cost me almost a month’s salary.”

  Lugal smiled. “Yes, but you are wealthy now so it matters not. Do not be such a worry mort. I have learned much since I first arrived here. I am in control.”

  “It’s worrywart,” she corrected, fidgeting nervously in her seat. “Watch where you’re going. Stay in the parking lot. Don’t go into the street. Keep your speed under ten miles an hour.”

  “I will drive us home,” Lugal responded. “It is not far.”

  “No, you most certainly will not.”

  Lugal pulled out of the parking lot onto the side street and Samantha gasped.

  “Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod. Stop the car, Lugal. Stop it this instant.”

  He patted her knee. “Your man is at the wheel,” he reassured, stepping on the accelerator and picking up speed. “There is no need for angst, little one.”

  “There’s a stop sign.” Samantha gestured frantically. “You have to stop there.”

  “Yes, I know.” After giving her a smug smile, Lugal mashed his foot on the brake, nearly jettisoning the two of them out the windshield.

  “Jesus! Are you trying to kill us?” Samantha screeched. “I’m going to be black and blue from the seatbelt cutting into me.”

  “I-I am truly sorry, Samantha. I did not intend to hurt you. I do not understand why the car did not stop as smoothly as when you drive it.”

  “You have to ease the brake down, Lugal, not slam it to the floorboards. You see? This is why I haven’t let you drive before. Not only are you inexperienced, you’re also pigheaded and s
tubborn and—”

  “When I am back in the bottle all alone and without means of transportation, I will never forget that you let me drive this day, Samantha.” He gave her a doe-eyed look that melted her insides. “It has given me great happiness.”

  Oh, poor Lugal…he was right, he had such little time left here and—

  Suddenly it hit her. Samantha’s eyes bugged and she gathered her wits. The man was playing on her sympathies. Hitting her with the guilt hammer! She crossed her arms over her breasts, glaring at him. “That was totally unfair. Shame on you.”

  “Curious.” Lugal frowned. “According to the online article, “Managing Your Woman”, the guilt trip method was supposed to work quite effectively.”

  “Get out of the car.”

  “But—”

  “Your driving lesson is over, Lugal. Get out.” Samantha unbuckled her seatbelt. Just as she was about to open the door, the car lurched, rolled across the small intersection before she could do anything about it, jumped the curb and rammed into a big blue and red United States Postal Service mailbox.

  “What happened?” Lugal’s face was aghast. “I was about to get out of the car and it drove itself like magic.”

  “That’s because you didn’t shift into park before you let your foot off the brake, Mr. I Am The Man And Can Do No Wrong.”

  Lugal put the car in park. “Yes, I remember now. But you made me anxious, Samantha. Your angry words and harsh tone distracted me.”

  “Oh, so now it’s my fault you screwed up. You could have killed someone, Lugal. What if that was a child instead of a mailbox? Honestly, I could just wring your neck right now. Look at us. Now what are we supposed to do, hmm?”

  She got out of the car to survey the damages, groaning when she eyed the sizeable dent in the property of the U.S.P.S.

  Damn.

  Lugal got out and stood next to her. “The metal box and your car have both been damaged,” he said, stating the obvious.

  She just glared at him.

  “Perhaps we should get back in the car and you should drive us home,” Lugal suggested, his big old macho persona taken down a peg or two.

  “We can’t just leave the scene of an accident.” Samantha wondered if running down a mailbox was in the same category as running into another car. No, of course not. Maybe they could leave. Sure, she’d just call the police department, explain what happened and—”

  Whoop-whoop-flash-flash…

  “Aw shit,” Samantha muttered as the police cruiser pulled up behind her car.

  ———

  “Yes, absolutely, Officer Hartinger,” Rosie’s husband Charlie assured after hearing out the cop at the police station. “I can vouch for both of them.”

  “I don’t know, Professor Dudchowski.” The cop eyed Lugal and Samantha skeptically. “There’s something fishy going on. First she tells me she was driving and that he’s her cousin visiting from Greece. She says he can’t speak English. I ask him if that’s right and the guy tells me, in English, no—he was at the wheel and he’s a genie from someplace called Sooner.”

  “Sumer,” Lugal corrected and the cop, Samantha and Charlie all glared at him.

  “So what’s going on?” the officer asked. “Is this guy an illegal alien?”

  “Nay, I do not come from another planet,” Lugal stated. “Merely another time. I told you, I am a genie.”

  Samantha groaned. Charlie’s eyebrow raised and he shot Lugal a warning look.

  “I told you to keep quiet, Lugal,” Samantha said. “Charlie and I will handle this.”

  The cop narrowed his gaze. “If I hadn’t administered a breathalyzer test myself I’d swear this guy was drunk.” His gazed fixed on Lugal. “Is he retarded or something?” he asked, almost in a whisper.

  “Yes. Aside from having a difficult time with English, Mr. Damu-zid is a bit…slow,” Charlie offered. “I give you my word that I’ll keep my eye on him until he goes back to, uh, Greece in a few days.”

  “I don’t know. I think it might be better if I hold him for—”

  “It seems your son’s been having a bit of a problem in his classes,” Charlie broke in. “I understand he needs a passing grade in my class to keep from flunking out.”

  Hartinger’s eyes widened. “Yes, that’s right.”

  “While you’re seeing to Mr. Damu-zid and Ms. Rutledge’s release, I’d be glad to check my calendar to see if I can fit in some time to give your son some personal tutoring,” Charlie offered. “Free of charge.”

  “Hey, that would be great, professor. Ronnie’s a good kid. He just needs to get his priorities straight.”

  “I feel terrible that we’ve put you through such a difficult time, officer,” Samantha said. “By the way, your wife wouldn’t be Olivia Hartinger by any chance, would she?”

  “Yes.” Hartinger’s eyes grew wider. “You know my wife?”

  Bingo!

  “She’s one of my clients at the company I own, Beyond the Scale. Lovely woman.”

  “Aw, yeah, she loves that place. It’s made a big difference in her life the past few months.” He rubbed his jaw. “You’re the owner, huh?”

  Smiling, Samantha dug through her purse and drew out a card. She wrote something on it and handed it to the cop. “Here’s a guest pass. The next three months are on me.”

  Hartinger accepted the card with a smile, which quickly morphed into a frown when he eyed Lugal again.

  “I don’t want to see or hear anything about you getting behind the wheel without a driver’s license, mister, you got that? I’ll be keeping my eye on you.”

  “I understand,” Lugal said with a confident smile. “You do not have to worry because I will be returning to my bottle—” Lugal oophed when Samantha elbowed him in the gut.

  “No problem, officer,” she said. “You have my word that my, um…cousin will stay out of trouble for the rest of his stay here.”

  Once Samantha, Lugal and Charlie got back to Beyond the Scale, Rosie hauled them into her office and interrogated them.

  “I told him not to say anything.” Samantha thumped Lugal’s chest. “But did the big know-it-all numbskull listen? No! He just kept going on and on,” she made a jabbering mouth gesture with her thumb and fingers, “burying himself deeper with each word. We were damn lucky that cop didn’t throw us both in the slammer and throw away the key! I swear to God, I was ready to leave the big dope at the station, walk away and never look back.”

  “Holy shit, Sam,” Rosie said. “I haven’t seen you this pissed off since…well, ever. What’s going on?”

  “Can you blame me? Do you have any idea what it’s like to have a big stubborn, macho barbarian underfoot constantly? I’ve had it. I can’t deal with this anymore.” In a huff, Samantha opened the door to leave Rosie’s office, but Lugal caught it, closing it again.

  “Stay,” he commanded. “You are too upset to leave now. It would not be good for your clients to see you in such a state, Samantha.”

  Damn…he was right. As usual. That made her even angrier.

  Samantha turned away from everyone, folding her arms across her chest and scowling. She knew she was being unreasonable—childish, even—but couldn’t help it for some reason. Lately everything Lugal did seemed to get under her skin.

  “This isn’t like you, Sam,” Charlie said.

  “Sam didn’t mean what she said,” Rosie told Lugal. “She’s just a little angry right now, that’s all.”

  “A little?” Samantha hmphed.

  “I know.” Lugal offered a sad smile. “Samantha is having a difficult time. I believe she is suffering from referred anger. That is why she has been so…I believe the word is bitchy, lately.”

  “Well thank you, Doctor Freud,” Samantha quipped acerbically.

  “He’s right,” Rosie said. “You have been awfully cranky lately.”

  “Thanks so much for your unsolicited opinion, Rosie,” Samantha chided. “Don’t you have some paperwork to attend to? You’re getting paid to wo
rk, not criticize your boss, you know.”

  “Whoa.” Rosie held her fingers up to make a cross sign, as if fending off a vampire. “Somebody’s very B.I.T.C.H.Y,” she spelled aloud.

  “Pay her no heed, Rosie,” Lugal advised. “Samantha lashes out in anger because the pain of losing me in a few days is too great for her conscious mind to cope with.”

  A dead-cold shiver snaked up Samantha’s spine. She did not want to hear this!

  “I’m leaving. Unlike some of you, I have work to do.” She moved to the door again, only to have Charlie block it this time, his newly strapping arms braced across his beefed-up chest.

  “I think you should listen to the man,” Charlie said in a no-nonsense tone.

  “I liked you better when you were a ninety pound weakling,” Samantha snarled.

  “Using anger is a protective mechanism,” Lugal said. “It is far easier for Samantha to ignore her deep seated fears by resorting to anger, instead. A part of her brain believes this will make our inevitable parting easier.”

  “Stupid pop psychology,” Samantha grumbled. Why didn’t Lugal just go away and leave her alone? Why didn’t they all just leave her alone!?

  Rosie and Charlie exchanged sympathetic looks and Charlie wrapped his arm around his wife. “Sounds like you’ve hit the nail on the head, Lugal,” he said. “Where did you learn all that?”

  “Online, from psychology websites. I have been doing research in hopes of helping Samantha cope better through our approaching separation.”

  “I wish to hell I’d never shown you and your stupid photographic memory that damn computer,” Samantha snapped. “You’ve turned into an annoying egghead.”

  “Hey, I thought that was my title,” Charlie joked, clapping his chest.

  “See how she tries to engage me in a battle of hurtful words?” Lugal asked. “Her subconscious is hoping I will berate her. That way her anger can fester until she believes she does not want me to stay after all. But I will not cooperate. I am determined to leave Samantha with only good memories of our time together.”