Myra Nour - As You Wish (Ellora's Cave)

by james

  Hands, everywhere at once, caressing and kneading. His hands were busy as well, squeezing globes of flesh, breasts and butts alike as they neared him. Sighs and giggles ebbed and flowed, as did the bodies around him.

  Two tongues licked either side of his cock, while a hot mouth teased the head. He was pulsing, aching to thrust it into receptive womanly flesh. But not yet. His legs spread unconsciously as another tongue lapped his balls.

  His face was buried in a pussy, he had no idea which woman it was, and it didn’t really matter. She tasted delicious—musky and salty.

  “Give us a chance.” One woman’s strident voice called.

  “Yes,” a shrill voice erupted. “Move over.”

  More voices rose in protest and those around him snapped at their sisters. Was there a catfight about to break out? Nick tried to shove aside the wet lips wiggling over his mouth, but she seemed glued to his face.

  He felt a flow of flesh shove onto his body, more than had been earlier. The weight of many bodies was suffocating.

  It was too much. It felt like he was drowning in flesh.

  The woman who had been shoving her pussy at his face spat at another woman, then leapt off him. Nick shoved yielding boobs and buttocks away desperately, clearing enough space to clap and gasp, “Amira.”

  The room and women disappeared, and he was faced by the genie.

  “You were pleased by your harem, Master?”

  “Do you watch the fulfillment of my wishes?” he asked gruffly.

  A slight flush rose in her cheeks, then she nodded. “It is part of my…duty.”

  Nick heard the hesitation in her words and wondered what she’d meant to say. “So, you get to watch the action, but a Master can never make love to you. That must be torture.” He saw the her eyes flicker with deep emotion before she glanced elsewhere to escape his gaze. Nick knew he’d hit on a deep emotional issue for her. He rubbed his jaw in thought before asking, “So how do you get pleasure?”

  Her cheeks blushed again. “I can give myself release, but never can I participate in the pleasure between two people.”

  Poor Amira, she truly is a tortured soul. Disturbed by his thoughts, he purposely turned his mind back to his wish.

  “If you have to watch my wishes, then you know that too much of a good thing can be overwhelming.” A quirk of her full lips made him question her motives.

  “Exactly how many women did you wish up?” He felt really aggravated with her and wanted to snap at her like the women had done at one another. He calmed himself with a strenuous effort. Deep inside he knew her tale has stirred his emotions and his irritability was but a way to deal with his pity at her condition.

  “One hundred.”

  “One hundred!” he repeated, dumbfounded.

  “So many women are too much for my Master’s virility?” Her golden eyes definitely had a mischievous light flicker through them.

  Normally, Nick would find a slander to his manhood insulting, but these were certainly not ordinary circumstances. “Of course there were too many.”

  “Would you like to change your wish?”

  “First, I need a break.” Nick flopped in his chair. He was too wrung out from being nearly drowned by woman flesh to stay aggravated with her. “Would you be a love and bring me a beer from the fridge?”

  Amira cocked her head and smiled.

  After a few seconds, he snapped his fingers. “Sorry, forgot, you only grant sexual wishes.” Getting up with an exaggerated groan that drew a giggle from her, Nick took a beer and flopped down on the chair again.

  One swig went down smoothly before he realized Amira was staring at him. Awaiting his orders, he guessed. For some reason it was disconcerting.

  Waving the can at her, he said, “Why don’t you go in the kitchen and get yourself something to eat.”

  She shrugged and her plump breasts moved against the velvety fabric. Suddenly, Nick knew what he wished he could have. Her. She would shine like a brilliant diamond among the multicolored beauties of the harem.

  Nick sipped the beer and watched Amira as she pulled drawers open and peeked in cabinets. After a moment, he realized she was exploring, not looking for food. She’d stared into the pantry and picked up a few boxes, but then went back to the drawers. Maybe genies didn’t eat.

  She giggled as she held up a pizza cutter, rolling the ragged, blunt blade along the counter. Tiring of that, the toaster grabbed her attention. She pushed the levers up and down. Her laughter ripped through him, setting his pulse racing. Strange, that her simple actions excited him so.

  How long had it been since Amira had been in a kitchen? This made Nick sad. How long, too, had she been cooped up in that tiny lamp?

  Shaking off his mood, he called her back into the living room. “I’ve decided on my new, improved wish.”

  She strolled back to stand in front of him, her eyes bubbling with mirth. “Perhaps fifty women?”

  Amira’s lips were quivering and he couldn’t fuss at her, she was far too charming. Besides, everyone knew you had to be careful what you wished from a genie. He was going to have to be more specific.

  “I think three women will be plenty.” He stared at her now serious expression. “To be specific, I’d like the black-haired leader and the blonde who looks like Jeannie.”

  “Jeannie?” she interrupted him.

  “From I Dream of Jeannie. Are you familiar with the show?”

  That impish smile tugged at her lips again. “How do you think I created her, Master?”

  “Nick.”

  He tried to read her expression, but it was bland. “You mean that you know that I love that show?”

  “I know you have desired Jeannie for many years.”

  “What hot-blooded young male hasn’t?” he muttered.

  Television lovelies. A world of possibilities opened to him. His thoughts shot to Sam on Bewitched, and the leather-clad beauty in The Avengers.

  “And the other?” Amira asked.

  It took him a few seconds to realize what she meant. The third woman he desired to fulfill his wish. “The redhead, the one who looks like an alabaster statue.”

  That golden head cocked mischievously. “There were twenty-five with red hair.”

  “The one I watched disrobe, after the blonde.” He knew from her earlier admittance, she’d watched him with the harem. His cock sprang to attention, and it wasn’t the thought of any of the harem beauties that caused it. The thought of Amira watching his antics with all those women made him horny as hell. It was the swiftest turn-on he’d ever received from a mere thought.

  Nick switched to a new track in his head. He was crouched over a female form, his cock plunging into a luscious, wet pussy. Dozens of feminine hands, boobs, and thighs rubbed his body, as well as stroked the beauty beneath him.

  The tide of flesh parted, and Amira’s sultry face was uncovered. He groaned aloud.

  “Master?”

  Nick shook himself mentally. Fluid leaked from his cock head just at the thought of fucking his genie? It was a surprising thing.

  “Nothing,” he mumbled. He jumped up and placed his arms around her for the magic kiss. He needed to move on quickly to this new wish. Desiring the impossible did not make sense.

  His cock pushed against Amira hard. This time she definitely noticed. A rosy blush hit her cheeks and her eyes closed just before he kissed her.

  It was he who broke the kiss this time. His cock was thrumming painfully, and demanding something he couldn’t supply it.

  His eyes blurred and he smelled Amira’s unique perfume surround him as his disorientation dissolved. He was back on the bed, and three gorgeous goddesses crawled across it toward him.

  Chapter Six

  Amira knew it was quite wicked for her to play such a trick on her new Master. Not that she hadn’t played with her Masters’ wishes in the past, or that it was not allowed under the genie rules. The laws were lax in this area, allowing rise to some very nasty tricks djinn played on uns
uspecting Masters.

  She had tricked Masters in the past—some because she was bored, others to teach them a lesson about their selfish desires. And a few had been done because she was fond of those particular Masters and it was her way of teasing them. There had been pitiful few of these.

  Amira analyzed her actions, something she was used to doing after serving a psychiatrist for many years. Now he had been a sexual deviant, but he was not a cruel Master, and had taught her much about herself.

  She couldn’t say she was fond of Nick yet, she’d not been with him long enough, neither was she bored by him. Was it to teach him a lesson?

  The more Amira thought about it, the more she was convinced that was at the core of her trickery. He was self-centered in ways, and seemed bent on his own pleasures. She’d watched him for days while she waited for him to accidentally release her. She’d learned much of Nick and his libidinous ways. He was what the modern age called a playboy. Yet, she sensed more depth lay beneath his charming exterior.

  Amira had lived enough centuries that she’d developed almost a sixth sense for how people worked. She liked to call it hunches. She had a feeling Nick could be a much better man than the one he displayed for the world. Perhaps be more sensitive and caring. Maybe he could learn to love and appreciate women.

  She shivered and hugged her body. Perhaps what truly lay at the bottom of her interest was her own desire. Her desire for freedom and love.

  Amira stared gloomily at the magic window. It was shuttered and dark. Should she open it, peer once again into the harem? With a disgusted snort at herself, she waved it open.

  Of course I should see my Master in all his sexual glory, for surely I am fooling myself with wishful thinking.

  Although part of Amira’s punishment was to watch her Master’s wish fulfilled, she’d already watched the first part. She was not required to watch the whole thing. But she wanted to.

  Nick was sprawled on his back in the middle of the immense bed. His cock was buried in the dark-skinned woman’s pussy, as she rode atop him with a sultry expression on her face.

  The blonde crouched over Nick’s face and he licked at her pale pink lower lips furiously. The pale redhead knelt by his side, tonguing one male nipple, while her long painted nails gently stroked his balls.

  Nick caressed one small breast of the auburn-haired beauty, while his other hand squeezed a butt cheek of the olive woman riding him.

  All four groaned and moaned so much it vibrated through Amira, even shielded behind the window. The sight of their beautiful bodies undulating made her desire burst forth. Her pussy was moist and aching.

  Without further thought, Amira made her clothes disappear and then blinked a bottle of strawberry scented oil into her palm. If she could not join in their pleasures, she could at least give herself an orgasm. It was all she had, all she was allowed.

  Amira poured a good quantity of oil in one palm, and spread it on her breasts. Her nipples hardened beneath her strokes.

  As the action on the harem bed continued, she slid a hand down her belly, while the other kneaded one breast.

  Nick was now kneeling behind the slim hips of the redhead. His cock rammed into her pink lips. The blonde lay spread-eagled in front of the woman Nick fucked, while the auburn head was buried in the blonde’s pussy. Both women moaned.

  The dark woman knelt behind Nick, rubbing her breasts over his back, her hands caressing his thighs.

  Amira slipped one finger into her folds, stroking herself as she watched. How she wished she were on the receiving end of Nick’s large cock.

  Pushing her hips forward, she thrust her middle finger inside her wet channel, and then rocked her hips back and forth.

  Her breathing increased as she imagined his cock plunging into her softness, instead of her finger.

  The foursome seemed to go on and on. The figures switched places frequently. Mouths were licking clits or sucking Nick’s cock. Or Nick was alternately fucking and sucking at feminine flesh at the same time.

  Amira groaned, her pleasure escalating along with the thrashing bodies. The blonde screamed as Nick’s cock plunged into her, and he groaned loudly. The other two women were performing sixty-nine on each other, their lithe bodies writhing as they too climaxed.

  As the orgasm rippled through her, Amira imagined Nick’s mouth on her pussy. She thrust her hips forward as the imaginary lover thrust his tongue into her folds. The orgasm was strong and beat for several seconds through her clit.

  Afterwards, she stretched out on the cushioned couch, drifting off into a half-sleep. Later, noises awoke her and drew her gaze to the bodies on the bed. They were back in action, stroking, fucking, and sucking.

  Sighing, Amira waved the window shut. The thought of Nick enjoying the three lovely women again saddened her.

  Getting up, she stepped into her bathroom, then into a bubbling tub, soaking for hours, it seemed. After the Jacuzzi, she felt restless. Walking into the lush garden adjacent to her main room, she spent the rest of the day wandering through its fragrant beauty. It soothed her enough that she was able to sleep that night.

  Amira’s body didn’t require sleep, but she found it a pleasant habit left over from her human days. And it helped pass the time. There’d been stretches when she’d slept through centuries, awaiting a new Master.

  No matter how wonderful her magic world was within the lamp, she got bored. The genie rules and magic gifted to her allowed her to create any number of rooms to keep herself entertained—gardens, luxurious baths, exotic bedrooms, and so on. She could even conjure up a woodland scene with a babbling brook, if she wanted.

  But, she couldn’t create human companionship. The one thing she desired above all else. She got tired of rearranging her living room in order to occupy herself. It had been through many changes through the years. Once, she’d been charmed by the Victorian age and surrounded herself with the embellishments of that period.

  She went through a long period of being in love with Roman architecture. Marble columns and rich mosaic floors made her abode look like a palace.

  Right now, her main room was decorated in Arabic style. She always returned to her origins. It made her feel more in touch with her long-lost human side. Amira flopped onto an ottoman, frittering away the rest of the evening reading romance novels.

  The next day, the four people went at each other off and on all day. Amira peeked in on them occasionally, but had lost her intense interest in watching the sexual activities.

  In boredom, she flipped on the television and watched old movies and series.

  With relief, later that evening, she heard Nick’s call. Amira materialized in front of him. Nick was nude. He looked glorious and tired. She averted her eyes from his flaccid cock. Just looking at it started such a hunger in her loins that it was painful.

  “Thanks for a wonderful weekend.” He grinned, and then headed for the kitchen.

  She watched him make a sandwich. She’d made sure there was an assortment of delicious food in the harem, but Nick and the women had probably finished it off today.

  He walked stiff-legged toward her, a coke in one hand.

  “I’m going to shower, then go to bed.” He paused and stared at her. Waving one hand at the room, he added, “You can stay and watch TV if you want.”

  Amira nodded, but returned to her home after he disappeared into the bedroom. If she watched another program, she’d be ready to pull her hair out. It was not what she wanted.

  After settling into the softness of her bed, she realized what she did want. Human company. To talk, laugh, and share stories. She sighed and hugged her pillow.

  “He’s not Omar,” she mumbled. She must quit connecting the two. It made her miss Omar with a fierceness she’d not felt in centuries.

  The next few days, Nick returned home from work late and did paperwork at his desk for hours. He completely ignored her lamp, as if he’d forgotten her.

  Chapter Seven

  On Thursday evening, Nick
pitched his briefcase on the coffee table and sank into his favorite chair. He was glad he was done with all the paperwork for a new client. Normally, he wouldn’t mind extra work brought home, but he was still tired from the orgy this past weekend.

  Even though he worked out at a gym several times a week and played racquetball regularly with friends, those sexual sessions had been exhausting. He grinned. A fellow would have to be Hercules to not be completely wrung out.

  Oh, he’d enjoyed every luscious second, but it’d be a while before he indulged his senses that much again. Nick stared at the lamp. He’d dismissed Amira from his thoughts the last few days.

  What did she do in that tiny thing for days on end? He strolled over to it, his hand lingering near the handle. Should he call her? Would he be required to make a wish if he did?

  The last thing he wanted right now was a sexual circus. He went into the kitchen, fetching chips and coke. He stood in the doorway and contemplated the lamp.

  The nagging thought of poor Amira stuck in the lamp made his decision for him. Picking up the top, as he’d done last time, he said, “Amira?”

  Backing off quickly, he watched with interest as she appeared. His heart sped up. Why, he didn’t have a clue. Certainly, he wasn’t afraid of her.

  “How may I serve you, Master?”

  Was it his imagination, or did his genie look drawn and sad?

  “I have no sexual wish, if that’s what you mean.”

  A confused expression overcame her delicate face.

  Nick grinned. “I thought you might need to stretch your legs…and I wouldn’t mind some company tonight.”

  Her lovely brow cleared and a slight smile lingered on her lush lips but a second, and then just as quickly disappeared.

  Now he was puzzled. Did the almost smile mean she was pleased by his invitation? Or did the swift dissolution of that smile mean she did not care to keep him company?

  “I was going to cook supper.” He paused and waved an arm toward the kitchen. “I thought we could talk while I cook, or you can help—if you wish.”