by james
“How may I serve you, Master?”
“I want a wish to keep me occupied this weekend.” His jaw was clenched, as if he fought for self-control.
It must be Saturday then. He’d not even said good morning. She felt sad. “Yes, Master. And your wish?” He didn’t even bother to correct her calling him Master.
“I want a girl that looks like this.”
He showed her a magazine, something to do with cars. It didn’t seem Nick’s usual reading material. A flash of surprise shot through her. The girl he pointed to was wearing a very skimpy bikini, her lush body barely covered. Her blonde hair flowed down to her hips. She looks so much like me.
“But I don’t want her to be irritating.”
“What?”
He waved the magazine. “Like Rachel, only concerned with her looks and what new dress she should buy.” He stared hard at her. “I wondered if you conjured up those great qualities on purpose.”
Amira held in a giggle, and shook her head. “I did not, Master. She was herself.”
“Hmmph. Well, just make sure this one knows how to carry on a decent conversation.” He shook a finger at her. “And no genie tricks. I don’t want a dog either.”
“That is insulting to my art, Master.” She did feel insulted.
“Maybe…but I have a feeling you’ve played some tricks on me.”
“As you wish. Are you ready?” She would just ignore his remarks.
He nodded, then stepped toward her. The kiss was short and without any heat. She’d felt awkward in his stiff arms, and thought by his face he felt the same way.
Amira withdrew to her lamp as Marty materialized. She was a duplicate of the woman in the ad. But Amira had chosen to alter Marty’s appearance slightly. She had to keep her Master on his toes. And he had no say as to when and where she could choose to use genie tricks.
The woman was dressed in a bland beige suit and tiny cat glasses perched on her nose.
“Very funny, Amira,” Nick threw toward her lamp.
Laughing heartily, she sprawled back into the ottoman, clutching her middle. After a few minutes she heard moans coming from Nick’s living room. That was fast. She sighed and sat up to watch. She must see at least the beginning of his wish.
Nick’s chest was bare and the woman’s hands ran up and down its hard length. Marty’s suit had already been stripped from her. Her full breasts pushed upward from the lacy black bra she wore, and matching panties barely covered her full hips. Nick and Marty were locked in a kiss, and Nick’s hand slipped beneath one side of the bra, kneading her flesh.
Amira’s breathing increased and without thinking, her hand went to one breast. She stared down at her hand. No, I do not want this. She stared back at the couple. She wanted him.
There was a way, but it was dangerous, because it might call Hadji’s attention to her. Long ago, she’d met a powerful djinn, one owned by the friend of her Master at the time. He was lucky. He only had to fulfill three wishes for his Master and then move on. But he’d been around for centuries before her. He had gained much knowledge, observed wizards, and read forbidden books.
Ziyad had told her of a spell, one that would draw her into a human’s mind. While there, the djinn would know the person’s thoughts and feel what they experienced. He’d shared this information with her for two reasons. One, he fancied her and had always been disappointed they could not have sex. Two, he felt deep sorrow for her condition.
But a warning went with the spell. Hadji might sense the powerful magic and come looking for the perpetrator. And who knew what punishment the King of djinn might inflict on one of his subjects. He had the ability to fling a djinn into an infinite void where no life existed. It was a chilling thought. Or he could simply inflict immense pain on the djinn for whatever length of time he chose.
If she ever decided to use the spell, Ziyad suggested it be done sparingly so as not to draw Hadji’s eyes down upon her. Until now, Amira had never seriously considered it. No Master had ever won her affection that much, at least in the sexual realm.
Shaking off her worries, she watched Nick’s hand slick over the woman’s hips. She wanted to be there, with him.
Taking a deep breath, Amira settled herself in the middle of the room. She concentrated her powers, pressing her hands together as she centered her magic into the core of her being.
By the power of wind, let me flow and join.
By the power of air, let me remain unseen and unfelt.
By the power of water, let me feel the life force.
By the power of earth, let me experience the sexual pleasure.
Wind, air, water, earth—let it be so.
Amira into Marty, joined by earth’s mystical force.
She was sucked through the air as swiftly as when she materialized. Amira blinked, surprise flashing through her. She hadn’t been sure it would work.
Nick faced her, his lips but a breath away. His hands were stroking her bare sides, and then one slipped beneath the bra and pushed the fabric up. Her breath quivered as one hand stroked gently, then palmed the entire breast into his hand, squeezing and kneading. His hand slid around her back and popped the snap, and then he shoved the bra off.
“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered against her mouth.
“Thank you,” Marty whispered back. But to Amira, it was as if the words had left her own mouth.
Finally his lips, those sexy lips she’d ached to kiss for more than just the granting of a wish, descended on her mouth. He tasted like mints and coke, a most pleasant mixture. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and suckled it for seconds.
Amira groaned and was surprised when Marty groaned aloud. She seemed to have some influence on the woman, or she just happened to feel exactly as Amira did.
Her hands went to his temples, held him there, and then they slipped behind his head, playing with his hair. Their kiss deepened and his tongue sought hers. Amira lapped at his warm tongue, astounded by the arousal it caused.
Her pussy lips thrummed, as if in time to some unseen music. The whole area ached and she felt moisture gathering in the folds.
Nick pressed deeper on her mouth, as if wishing to draw more pleasure from her and it did for her. His hand had left her breast and tangled in her hair, pulling her to him forcefully.
His other hand slipped down her neck, and gathered a breast into his palm. He rotated it, exciting the nipple without even touching it. He withdrew and stared at her.
“Do you know how much I want to taste you?” His eyes ran down her body, and stayed glued to her breast, until the nipple pebbled even more beneath his gaze.
“No, yes,” she moaned, thrusting her breast into his hand.
He grasped her neck with one hand and tilted her head back, kissing her fiercely, and worked his way downward. He nipped her neck, seeming to sense the exact spot that was most sensitive.
“Oh, Nick.” She dug into his upper arms.
His kisses continued until he popped her nipple into his mouth. His hot tongue swirled around the peak. It felt like she was dying, her body burned so much. But she knew they were just beginning.
Chapter Fifteen
Amira watched Nick’s dark hair centered over her breast. It was hard to breath properly. She moaned as sensation rippled through her. His hot tongue licking at her aching nipple, then the pulling of her pebbled flesh into his wet mouth, was ecstasy.
Her hands slid from his arms up to his head, pushing him into her, deeper. She sighed, “Yes, succor me, my love.”
Nick’s head paused for a moment before he continued. She’d made a big mistake, using an archaic term, one that filtered through Marty’s mouth. Nick seemed to notice but then didn’t truly question it, or didn’t care. But now she knew for sure that she was influencing the woman whose body she shared.
He stood up and lifted her into his arms. She stared into his lovely dark eyes as he carried her to the bed. His bed. Never had she dared to dream of stretching along its coveted le
ngth.
He sat her on the edge, standing tall in front of her. Amira ran her hands up his hard chest, squeezing the muscles, and then tweaking his brown nipples. Touching his male flesh excited her. She wanted to rip his clothes from him and to run her hands over his firm body. He grinned and arched his back. This not-so-subtle action shoved his groin into her face.
Sliding her hands down, she quickly unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. Nick was intent on watching her every move. She pushed his pants down, groaning as his covered cock bumped her face. He wore silky loose underclothes. Caressing his muscular thighs after he kicked the pants out of the way, she kept one hand on his upper thigh, rubbing, while her other hand slid to his engorged flesh. She never knew touching a man’s cock could bring such pleasure. A new kind of hunger tore at her insides and demanded satisfaction.
Nick’s breathing deepened and he closed his eyes, while his hands played in her hair. Her palm caressed his skin through the silk, making her clit throb and him moan.
Part of her wanted to rip into him quickly, make love in a hot, fierce way that would satisfy the fire in her belly with lightning speed. But another part of her desired sex in the slowest fashion imaginable—a marathon of lovemaking. She’d waited so long.
She edged the shorts down slowly. The whole time she stared up at him. Nick was now looking down, watching her undress him. His face was flushed, his eyes hot. Her breath caught at his look. A warmth ran through her body, making her pussy grow hotter and wetter.
The silk shorts reached his cock and hung there for a second before allowing it to spring free. Amira’s breath hitched. She kissed the hot flesh, then ran her natural silk—her hair—over his skin, rubbing up and down.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good.”
Nick’s words reverberated through her. She felt the very same.
Amira had never taken a man’s cock into her mouth, but after seeing it done so many times over the centuries, it was something she’d always wanted to try. Watching Nick for all these days, she had come to love every inch of his hard body, and wanted to explore it thoroughly.
Slipping one hand up his thigh, she gathered his scrotum into her hand. She rolled it gently, and then licked the tip of his cock. It bounced. Releasing his sac, she held the base of his staff and tentatively slipped her mouth over the bulging head.
He tasted divine. Amira relaxed her mouth and slid further. Experimentally, she sucked, like an infant suckling at its mother’s breast.
“Yes,” Nick said huskily, his hands squeezing her scalp.
Imitating the actions of others she’d watched through the years, she moved her head up and down. It was difficult, but she picked up the rhythm quickly. In between her bobbing motions, she popped his cock from her mouth and gave the tip swirling licks of her tongue. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him. She wanted more. A pleasurable glow grew in her pussy, one that demanded she suckle him deeper.
“Marty, you know how to make a man as horny as a teenager.” His hand pushed her head down harder upon his flesh.
Being called Marty distracted Amira. It also made her realize she had control over the woman’s actions. She felt a flash of guilt, but then dismissed it. Marty engaged in sex on a regular basis, this she could pick up from her mind. It wouldn’t hurt her to miss one session, although Amira had no idea what the woman would think when it was all over.
She slipped his cock out, then stroked his length with her tongue, fondling his balls at the same time. Amira stared up at him in dazed passion.
“Come here,” Nick pulled her up into his arms.
“You didn’t like?” She placed a pretend pout on her lips.
“Too much,” he chuckled. “I want to come inside your pussy.”
Strangely, his crude language made her even hotter, even though he was really talking to Marty. Amira wondered for a second if Nick would speak such words to her.
He drew her forward for a forceful kiss, then still maintaining it, leaned into her body. She fell onto the bed.
“Move up to the middle.” His eyes lanced over her skin, setting up little tingles just from his look.
“Now, it’s my turn.” He gripped her knees and pulled them into a bent position. “Open wide.”
Amira’s legs trembled as she complied. Nick was staring at the core of her womanhood. And even though it really wasn’t her pussy, it felt like it was. Moistness wept from her lips as he stared.
He knelt between her thighs and gently opened her. “Beautiful.” His breath flowed over her slick flesh, making her clit throb.
When his mouth descended onto her, she reared up. His tongue slid over her clit, slowly, circling. Amira’s stomach quivered and her legs felt weak. His tongue slipped into her folds, giving them attention, then returned to her stiffened nub. She cried out and twisted beneath his soft touch. Pleasure built in her, until she felt like a dam ready to burst.
It was heavenly. It was everything she ever dreamed it would be with him.
Without her realizing it was coming, an orgasm ripped through her aching clit. Her hips shoved upward to meet his thrusting tongue.
“Nick, please don’t stop.”
He chuckled against her throbbing flesh and continued with his onslaught.
Amira felt a pressure in her whole pussy. The orgasm that erupted this time was huge, and lasted for endless seconds. She panted, pushing his face into her harder. Her head thrashed on the sheets and she groaned loudly.
Nick licked at her satiated clit until the last beats of the climax petered out. His experience and knowledge of a woman’s response guaranteed he would know the exact moment.
“Hmmm, you tasted good, but I bet your pussy feels even better.” Nick edged up her body, resting his large cock at her opening.
She spread her legs wider, inviting him inside.
When Nick slid into her channel, she felt filled completely, her inner walls stretched. She shuddered and clamped her inner muscles tighter. Her arms stroked up and down his back as he started moving inside her. He bent her knees and draped them over his shoulders.
She felt exposed as he plunged deep into her. “Oh,” she panted. It felt unbelievably good. She’d forgotten just how wonderful sex did feel.
He leaned down and took her mouth in a deep kiss while shoving into her wet flesh. Amira raked her hands along his back. She wanted to stay like this forever, with Nick embedded deep inside her.
“Yes, make me feel it.” Nick said hoarsely.
His movements hit something deep inside her. Perhaps it was the G spot that many modern women spoke of. Whatever it was, her pussy seemed to have a mind of its own, stroking his cock with inner movements. She whimpered and arched upward to meet his thrusts forcefully.
She was surprised when another orgasm shot through her. As he continued thrusting into her, more small orgasms beat an erratic rhythm. It felt like her whole body was climaxing.
He repositioned her legs, which had slipped a bit. His eyes were dark with lust, his body moving with fast, furious motions. Nick was enjoying this position as much as she.
Then he came back for more kisses, his tongue working mad magic inside her mouth. When he sucked on her tongue, she felt as if part of her soul went with it. She was his, had been from the moment she first saw him.
Chapter Sixteen
Nick eased her legs down, and bent to suckle on one nipple. Heat burned, setting a path between her aching pebbled flesh and her clit. Nick plopped her nipple from his mouth suddenly, flinging his head back.
Amira watched as the orgasm overcame him, his neck stretched taut. At the same time her pussy went into spasms, matching him spurt for spurt. Nick fell forward, supporting his weight with his arms.
His head was buried in her neck and he kissed it, and whispered, “Amira.”
Her whole body froze. After a few heartbeats, Nick slid to the side and cuddled her within his arms. He seemed to be unaware he’d spoken her name aloud.
What did this mean? That he wished it
was she instead of Marty? That thought sent a thrill of joy through her. Amira caressed his arm, pleased beyond words. His gentle breathing told her he’d slipped into a snooze.
“Habibi,” she whispered.
Her eyes were drooping and she yawned. Maybe she should join Nick in a quick nap. The thought of awaking in his arms and making love again made her happy.
A jolt to her system woke her from being sleepy, as if someone had set hot pokers to the soles of her feet.
Hadji, she whispered in her mind. She dare not even say it aloud. His eye was seeking her. She felt it roaming the spaces of their magical realm.
With a shiver, Amira dissolved and fled back to her lamp. Once inside, she reclothed herself in a harem outfit and sank into her ottoman. Clutching a soft pillow to her stomach, she breathed slowly, trying to still any stirrings of her presence.
Hadji’s eyes passed over her, but she felt the aftershock like sharp electric jolts along her nerve endings. Never again did she dare use that spell. She shivered violently once the djinn King’s essence was completely gone. That was too close.
She lay sunk in the thick padding for hours, unable to move, almost afraid to breath. Noises from the apartment drew her up to stare out the window. Nick and Marty were stroking each other’s bodies.
With a shiver, she closed her view to the world. She had no desire to watch any further sexual activities. What she’d experienced with Nick was glorious, but could not be repeated. To watch him and Marty have intercourse would pierce her heart with sadness.
Amira went to her garden and strolled for hours to soothe her restless mind.
Nick was having a blast. Now this was the kind of woman he’d dreamed about. She was so beautiful, so responsive, with no qualms about fucking. Amira had done a bang-up job this time. He had no complaints.
He grinned. He’d played a trick of his own, searching for hours through magazines at the bookstore, until he found a beauty similar in looks to his genie. There had been surprise on Amira’s face when he showed her the photo.
Marty was in the bathroom, humming a song. At least she could carry a tune. He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off her lush form, watching as she dried her hair. They’d just taken a shower and engaged in a rousing session of fucking.
