The Genie in the Lamp Pt. 02

The Genie in the Lamp

Part 2 (bi)

Prologue

Nora was breathing heavily in the kitchen as she rubbed the old lamp, "For my second wish I want him to be a perfect physical specimen - a real man's man." 

No smoke emerged from the lamp. No genie appeared. But Nora just knew her wish would come true like her first. She wondered what unexpected aspects of the wish would come true too. After all, she never thought she would enjoy dominating her husband when she wished he would become wildly successful. But somehow those two fates were inexorably linked.  

Disappointed, yet hopefully anxious, she hid the lamp back in the cupboard. It had been the third time she'd tried to invoke the genie today and she was starting to doubt her own experience.   

Suddenly struck by a desire to dominate him again she made her way to the bedroom to get ready. Was it the lamp or her own primal urges?

Approaching her husband as he labored at his desk she wore a black leather Mistress Maker and sported a huge new latex appendage in front that she was breathlessly waiting to try out.  

Chapter 1

When I looked up from my writing she was wearing the wicked outfit I'd seen hanging in the closet, but suddenly there in front of my eyes was this gigantic floppy flesh colored dick which for just a second I thought was real. My heart jumped and I just knew my most treasured dream was about to be. Better than sucking the men at Pandora because this was a shared activity between my beloved Nora and myself.  

The large rubbery schlong came closer as my lips parted ever so slightly of their own accord. Nora stroked my hair gently before roughly grabbing a handful to pull my mouth unexpectedly quickly onto the soft tube.  

It forced its way between my yielding lips filling my oral cavity more than any real cock at the publishers had up to this point. The spongy end dabbed and teased my throat while my dear wife's smooth tummy caressed my forehead.  

Rocking her womanly hips she plunged the artifice in and out with no regard for my comfort - though it wasn't bad at all. Then with a wheezing gasping of air I heard a ball pump even as I felt the dildo inflate and expand further into me.  

Growing firmer it became a chore for her to fuck my face until she gave up, content to hold my impaled face tightly to her monstrously large fake organ. There was no breathing between thrusts, it just stayed still, lodged down my airway.  

I was determined to last as long as she wanted me to or pass out trying. Nora tried her hardest to hiss mean words, but at best sounded slightly peeved, "I'm training you to take a really big manly cock since that's the only way you'll ever have one you little-dicked man."

My eyes watered, blurring my vision, and all I could do was nod in quiet acquiescence. I loved being dominated and relished the thrill it sent coursing through my quivering but smaller pole. With the top of her pretty foot she gave me a moderated kick to my dick and that's all it took. I swooned and fell over the orgasmic edge even as my body slumped on the verge of unconsciousness.  

A moment or two later the stars cleared and my senses returned. Picking myself up from the floor I was shocked at the quantity

of cum I'd deposited on the wood planks and since orgasms were an integral part of our play I was quite pleased. Smiling weakly from my exertions I asked, "What else can I do for my mistress?"

She mulled it over for some time with the minutes marked by the slapping sounds of her cock abusing my radiant face.  

"Lie here!" She commanded. Without any hesitation I prostrated myself on my back feeling the pool of jizz squishing under me, ready for whatever she had planned. What she had planned was my favorite activity: I stared gleefully as her ripe aromatic cunt was lowered to my waiting mouth.  

I served her pussy with every lick and suck I knew. Then she turned around queening me reverse cowgirl so I could repeat each lick from the opposite point of view. Her cock bounced on my chest as frequently as my nose would find itself barely touching her splendid sphincter. I dared not ask but I could imagine the unfulfilled wish to have my lips abused by her anal ring.  

Nora lifted her wet pussy from my face though my fears of an early end to our escapade were relieved when her fingers snaked in to rub her clit. I'd never witnessed such a lewd sight in all my life and it drove my lust to new depraved heights.  

My eyes grew wide and my cock swelled but neither of these

prepared me for what came next. Rocking her hips away from me she lifted further away then plunged that massive artifice down my gullet in one merciless thrust.  

My throat was filled again and even deeper from this angle, her wrists bumped my face as she roughly frigged herself inches above my eyes, and when she stiffened and climaxed on me, I shot my own needed load for the second time in as many hours.  

Having recovered from her climax, Nora did her best to dominate me with her tone of voice. Then she got greedy, demanding that I perform all the chores around the house - in a french maid outfit. I loved the submission. I loved being forced to dress as a woman. The chores didn't seem fair. I complained but she cut me off rudely.  

In the following weeks my sub-inspired stories flowed from my mind, through my fingers, and onto the page. My stories sold well, making Nora and my publisher very happy and proud while filling our bank account.  

I found myself in constant meetings to go over new stories which only served to give the men there new ideas on how to make me suck their cocks. It also gave me a new appreciation for the many sizes, shapes, and colors that the male organ came in.  

After the suckfests I was invited to the gym. Peter winked saying, "There's a lot of guys there who would really like you." And they did.  

They guys encouraged me to take pills and shots to enhance my workout and quickly, in just months, my body transformed from pudgy and soft to hard and muscular. The men abusing my mouth liked me even better.   

One day I was in the sauna practicing my highly developed cocksucking skills when a new guy started fondling my balls and dick.  

There I was lying on my side while Carlos held my head firmly as he stuffed his fat sausage in my mouth. The tight grip of his powerful hands, the unrelenting way he pulled my head onto his pole, the continuous see-sawing of his rod across my tongue. I loved it all, and the added sensation of having someone touch my junk made it even better.  

The dude crawled between my legs so I parted my thighs to allow room for him.  

I'll never forget that first comment. He looked at me briefly before averting his gaze, "I love your big cock. Will you let me suck you? If I'm worthy?"

I was shocked but I enjoyed receiving the genital attention. I couldn't say a word the way Carlos was ramming back and forth. But I placed my hand behind the guy's neck and drew his lips to my previously ignored sexual organs.  

The blowjob was sublime. The first one I'd had in several years. My hips thrust involuntarily and my knees shook as I soon shot streams of cum down the little Nancy's throat - giving me my turn to feel powerful.  

Even my friend Peter noticed. He clapped me on the back in the showers later when we were cleaning up, "You've come a long way up the ladder Henry."

"Ladder? What ladder?"

"Hierarchy. Women have dominion over children and sissies. Men have dominion over women. Better men have dominion over weaker men. You, my friend, are no longer at the bottom."

Driving home I reflected on his words. I craved being sexually submissive to my wife. But I didn't want to wait for the blue moon events when Nora would allow me to suck her cunt. And I did want more blowjobs - from other men, but also from my wife too. And I didn't want to keep doing all the chores. In fact, it wasn't right and I shouldn't have to do them all.  

Entering my home I found a very pretty Little Bo Peep sissy outfit waiting for me. I lifted it up admiring the satiny feel while dwelling on the sexual subservience I would engage in while wearing it. I pictured myself kneeling before a line of big cocked men when my lusty thoughts were intruded upon by a renewed desperation to cum inside my wife.  

Nora yelled from the bedroom, "Come here and suck my cunt, Henry." Oh, happy day!  

I donned the wimpy costume, "Coming, dear." I crawled between her legs, applying my lips and tongue to her bushy aromatic gash and I was in heaven. I lapped and licked the way she prefers, knowing that regardless of all the cocksucking I got to do at the publishers my favorite way to cum was still with an aroused and hot pussy plastered to my face.  

In time I was rewarded by the feel of her twat contracting on my tongue as she achieved her first orgasm of the day. I wiped my wetted lips, "Should I put my dick in, or do you want me to jerk off while I lick you some more?" Then I added hopefully, "Maybe I'll lick your back door for the first time."

She scoffed then seemed bored, "Nah, I think we're done for now. You don't need to cum anyway. So go clean up all the dishes from yesterday's party before they get even more crusty." She picked up a nail file directing her attention to her fingers rather than to me, "And you'll never get anywhere near my back door so just forget about that."

Something she said flipped a switch in me. I couldn't hold back my frustrations any more. I ripped off my dress, then, as if possessed, I grabbed her smaller hands with my larger ones and dragged her into the kitchen. I didn't hurt her, but even kicking and yelling there was no way the slim woman could withstand the strength I was given as a normal man, "Ever since you quit your job I make all the money around here and you don't lift a finger. YOU'RE gonna wash all the dishes!" I turned to walk out then shot back, "And when you're done I'm gonna fuck you. I just need to decide which of your holes I'm going to use. So think hard about what you've done and prepare yourself."

Standing naked in our kitchen she gestured impotently with one hand ready to object, when something magical happened. Instead of arguing she stopped cold and with a gulp, spluttered, "Yes, Sir! Whatever you want."

Two hours later I was in my favorite recliner when she knelt demurely between my knees, "I'm done with the dishes and I'm available for you to use any of my holes."

"That's more like it. First, suck on this for a bit to warm me up. Then I'll let you make your case for why I should fuck one hole versus another. And in the end you'll be grateful for whatever I pick."

She bent to her task, sucking enthusiastically on my engorged cock, only stopping for a moment to comment, "Henry, your attitude is so sexy. And I don't remember your cock being this big."

She sucked some more then confessed, "I'm kinda dreading that you'll choose my butthole, but I've been such a cunt that I probably deserve that or any punishment you choose."

After that she sucked on my balls even though I didn't ask. "On the other hand, my pussy is wet for you and you won't need lube."

In a bit I pushed her off my cock, "Go lie down on the bed. I'll be in in a minute."

Nervously she faltered, "Face up, or face down?" I just glared.  

Her face was ashen, "I'll lie face down." Then she put in hopefully, "With my mouth at the edge of the bed."

After my dinner, as I climbed up on the bed, my hand brushed her trembling calf. "Don't worry. I'll be fair." I scootched up between her spread legs until my cock was near its target. Still undecided, I rubbed it down against her pussy lips a few times to gather some natural lubrication.  

"Oh Henry, we haven't done it this way in forever. Yes! Please fuck my pussy hard." When my member was somewhat wet I spit on it - and her ass. She squealed and the tiny virgin ring clenched when the cold spit hit it.  But that little anal movement was her only protest.  

I pressed the tip firmly to her sphincter, still debating where I wanted to cum. She never complained even as we realized spit was insufficiently slick. So I retrieved a bottle of lube, and wanting to make it as easy as possible for her, I literally stuck the end in her asshole and gave it a generous squeeze.  

Just then the doorbell rang. She drew in a great hiss of air, "Oh, that'll be Paul and his friends from Pandora Publishing. They wanted to give you your first anal fucking while I watched." She waited to see how mad I would be then admitted more, "So I told them to be here at eight to give you a good pounding."

I absorbed the irony of what she said about my never defiled asshole, "Looks like that plan is about to change." I left her there with the tube of lube sticking out of her ass as I went to get the door.  

They'd seen me naked before so I opened it as is. Paul, and two of the other guys from work were there. "Hey Henry, are you in the mood to get fucked with a collective twenty-four inches of thick horny cock?"

He made it sound so good. And looking at the expectant faces of the three eager men I invited them in readily, "I was just about to stick my own cock into Nora's butt. But I've got a delicious new idea. Follow me."

The guys left a trail of clothing, then when we entered the bedroom they whistled and made crude comments like, "Wow! I didn't know your slut was so hot." and "I'll sodomize that ass." Embarrassed, Nora covered her face with her hands.  

I stopped them, "Hey, that's my wife you're talking about, and if she weren't right in the middle of a punishment you wouldn't even be here."

"Woah, Henry, we didn't know. Sorry, so whatever you say goes."

"I hate to break it to you guys, but I'm the only one who gets to dick her. So like I said, we were about to try something new and including you guys in her penalty feels like justice."

"What'd she do?"

As you know, I really enjoy serving her pussy and being her sub. I even liked it when she turned me into a cocksucker. We always did the things we did to satisfy our lusts and for a better marriage." The men nodded, understanding fully.  

"But recently she's been doing things solely for her own selfish needs rather than for us. She quit her job and just watches tv all day. Then she started making me do all the chores with the threat of withholding sex. I went along with it for a bit because I trusted that she had a greater plan for the two of us."

I turned to my wife, "Did you have a bigger plan or did you betray my trust?"

She whimpered, "It's true. The trust thing." 

I got down to look right in her eyes, "Today? When you said I didn't need to cum, how long did you imagine I was going to go without an orgasm?"

She answered, but her voice was so soft none of us heard it. I cleared my throat as a warning so she spoke up, "A month." But I knew my wife and could tell she wasn't being fully honest. I warned her again, and she fessed up, "Or longer.. maybe forever."

Having finished my prosecution I turned back to the guys and switched to a defense, "Now guys, she's contrite and she's gonna change. We just need to bury the hatchet to set things right."

"Um, Henry, so what'r WE gonna do?"

I pulled the tube of lube out of her waiting hole and set it next to myself on the bed. Then lining my dickhead up with her nervous poop chute I explained, "You guys are gonna do exactly what she invited you here to do and nothing more."

They looked from one to another, perplexed, "I just want you brutish men to fuck my ass as hard or as gentle as you think is right."

Paul understood instantly. He knelt behind me and it was my asshole's turn to receive the cold gel. Lining up HIS cock with MY ass he pressed firmly asking, "Are you ready, Henry?

He grabbed my hips with strong hands as I grabbed Nora's hips with mine. Then he surprised me and, boy, was it a shock to my system. His thick cock plunged deeply into my rectum and no verbal warning would have been enough to prepare me for the painful intrusion.  

Realizing instantly just how bad it was I attempted to shield Nora from the suddenness of it by pushing back rather than cooperating with the forward momentum. I may have slowed the inevitable battering of her insides but not by much. My groan and scream was followed a second later by her echoing groan and scream.  

Sandwiched between his body and hers we all froze. Pain radiated from my assaulted anus throughout my pelvic area. I felt my ass burn, my face flushed, and a sheen of trauma induced perspiration was suddenly all over my body.  

I worried for Nora. The punishment was too much. I hadn't really known what this would mean.  

Unless his cock was just more damaging than mine. I kissed her neck, feeling the same shocked perspiration. In a throaty whisper I apologized, "I'm sorry. It's more than you should bear."

With her face in the mattress I heard her denounce my thought through clenched teeth, "Not at all. I deserved it and you deserve to enjoy this."

"I don't know if I can." I had wanted to fuck her ass for so long. And I'd wanted to get fucked for a while too. "But I'll try."

Above me Paul asked if I was ready to keep going. I passed the question along to Nora. She replied that she was ready. And so I passed the message back to Paul, "I'm ready."

The initial withdrawal was a relief allowing me to breathe easier. Beneath me Nora was still straining until I realized that I had not pulled free from her tight channel. When I did I felt her relax.  

I had a longer reprieve 'cause just when she was empty Paul plowed forward again driving me up her ass as well.  

He grunted with pleasure, I grunted still getting used to the mixed pleasurable pummeling pain, and Nora grunted a second after I did.  

Paul eased back exclaiming how good my bung felt to him. I pulled back, feeling her anal lips gripping my cock tightly. And poor Nora could do nothing but lie there and take it.  

I mis-timed the next one with the result being that after I was embedded deeply in Nora, Paul slammed into us collectively only for us three to be tossed back by the spring mattress.  

Paul and Nora both suggested that we work on establishing a shared rhythm. Soon enough we had it: push push, pull pull, push push, pull pull. In my experience the first push was uncomfortable to the point of pain while the other three strokes felt nice.  

On one particularly strong fuck into our bodies I heard Nora groaning as if she would break, "I'm so sorry if this is unbearable. We can quit if you like?"

"Not for the world! It feels fantastic having you in me where you've never been before. Can't you tell the difference between moans of pleasure and pain by now?"

The other two guys took their turns fucking my ass and by proxy Nora's and a good time was had by all - even Nora.

I wondered what it wd be like to fuck another guys ass while it was him drilling his wife instead of me drilling mine.   I could use these ideas to write my stories. I just knew that my time would come. I was in the middle of the fuck sandwich today, but soon enough I'd be on top - at least when I wanted to be.

Epilogue:

Nora pondered the lamp. She never never wanted anything other than equality, but then she felt so sexual for a change and he was there for her pleasure.  She wondered if it had been so wrong to use him like she had.

But now, having had two wishes she saw how he was meant to control her.

Nora rubbed the lamp: "He's so successful, so handsome, so charismatic. He deserves to be famous. I wish my husband was fabulously famous and I'll accept whatever that brings."

The Third Wish

The owner of Pandora Publishing couldn't help but notice the changes in me. In a short time I'd gone from a subservient weakling to a rich prolific writer with muscles and incredulously a much larger cock.

"Henry, how much did you weigh when you started working here?"

"A hundred fifty-five pounds boss."

"And now?"

"Two-ten."

"And you're telling me that's all extra muscle?"

Proud of my accomplishments I nodded and flexed a bicep. "But it's not all muscle, is it Henry?"

"I suppose you're talking about my growth here too?" I cupped my package as I said it. "I went from under six to over eight."

My publisher whistled in astonishment, "You realized we have a best seller here. Every man in America will buy a book elaborating on how you gained so much muscle AND cock size in a month. So just how did you do it?"

I detailed my journey for him, "I started with lots of sex. Both with my wife and multiple men. I think swallowing all that testosterone was a big part. But I worked out in the gym everyday. And I took pills and shots too."

"Ok, we're gonna write that the drugs were under a doctor's supervision. But, Henry, you're about to be very famous."

And if you want to read about my exploits from sub to dom, well, you're just gonna have to buy my book.

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