James' Genie Ch. 01

James woke in a similar manner to a regular day, which was to say reluctantly, and with the same attitude as a man being physically dragged from his bed. He immediately checked the clock beside his bed, only to realize he had been out for less than a dozen minutes, which, admittedly, was strange as hell.

He almost went right back to sleep - it was already evening, after all - but his eyes landed on the amulet sitting on his desk, and he was reminded of the panic he had felt before passing out. The thing was open. How in God's name had he managed that?

Just as he shifted his weight in an effort to stand up, he heard a noise that made his heart jump. "Good evening, Master," a quiet voice said. Shocked, he nearly slipped off his bed, but managed to catch himself at the last moment.

"Fuck," James breathed in shock. His eyes found the origin of the voice, and his heart nearly stopped again. There, clad only in sheer, blue silk, knelt the most divinely gorgeous woman he had ever seen or even heard of. "Fuck," he whispered again, this time in appreciation, though some small part of his mind remained concerned at her mere presence in his locked house.

Gorgeous didn't do the girl - she appeared twenty, like him - nearly enough justice. Breathtaking was apt, as he had briefly lost his breath at the shock of her appearance. Captivating, certainly. Enchanting. Ravishing, maybe? Whatever the word, he was suddenly inspired to begin a habit of writing poetry.

Even kneeling, he could tell she was short. Only a few inches over five feet. Every inch of her, however, was perfect. Her skin - flawless, he thought enviously - was naturally bronzed. If he had to venture a guess - and he was quite good at that - he would say she was ethnically from Morocco or thereabouts. Only a small smattering of delicate freckles across her nose and cheekbones interrupted her smooth skin, and it just added to her beauty.

James was aware he was staring, but considering her apparent forced-entry into his home, he felt entitled to a little staring. High cheekbones that didn't need makeup, a delicate nose that he desperately wanted to kiss, bold yet beautiful eyebrows, a pretty mouth with lips that appeared just slightly kiss-swollen, and a sharp but dainty jawline. Fuck, he was already smitten.

Then there was her hair. Wavy, it tumbled over her shoulders and to her breasts in thick, dark brown locks that began to lighten in color and curl at the end. And her eyes! Even in the darkness, the brilliant green, shot through with bits of amber and blue, made him want to sing praises to the glory of nature.

She was, objectively, the most stunning human being he had ever seen.

He swallowed heavily. "What's up?" he asked faux-casually, swiftly realizing he was being an idiot. "Also, what the hell are you doing in my house?" he added as a correction.

The girl tilted her head slightly in a way that was unfairly adorable. "Did you not open my amulet?" she asked in confusion. Rather than the smooth voice he had expected, there was a subtle rasp to her tone that scratched at his ears, and, frankly, made him want to do unholy things with her. She sounded a little like Miley Cyrus, whose voice wasn't nearly as raspy as someone like Janis Joplin, but still was far from silky smooth. He was definitely fucked, he realized.

Against his desire to simply look at her, his eyes flicked to the very much open amulet. "Not physically," he told her, wondering what the amulet had to do with any of this, and why she hadn't just taken it, if she had already gone to the trouble of breaking in while dressed in barely-there silk.

"Yet you opened it all the same," the girl concluded. "You expressed your desire, and it was deemed worthy. Therefore, you are my master, and I am your servant in every way."

James briefly attempted to not harden beneath his pajamas, but he knew a lost cause when he saw one. No matter how insane this girl evidently was, her words were working for him. Never let it be said that James Morgan would discriminate against an attractive girl based on her mental state or criminal choices. "Are you sure?" he asked hesitantly. Perhaps she wasn't quite there in the head?

She bobbed her head affirmatively. "I am a Genie. Your Genie. From the moment my amulet was opened, I took on the form most pleasing to you, so that I may better be of service to you for the rest of your - our - lives. I am your perfect woman in ways you weren't even aware you desired."

"Cool?" James said slowly, glancing around his room for the assistance he knew would not come. He was going to ask her if she needed his help getting home, but some part of him - he could guess which - wanted to see where this was going. Besides, he had watched Aladdin, and she was not blue. "Prove to me you're a Genie."

He felt a presence press against his mind. It was not nearly as frightening as it should have been. Warm, perhaps.

In a flash of gold, one which seemed to center around the girl's eyes, the blue silk disappeared, replaced by black, lacy lingerie. James' shock was beaten out by a surge of pure arousal, which might have explained why he didn't suffer a heart attack at the sight of true magic. Still, his breath hitched and he blinked hard.

"What the fuck?" he muttered. This was real! This girl was an actual, genuine Genie, released from an ancient amulet through the vague magic of his expressed loneliness, which really wasn't even that bad. Somehow, and he really didn't want to think too hard on it, she had altered the very fabric of reality, all to change from skimpy silk to even skimpier lingerie.

James was fairly certain he did not deserve to be given this sort of power. Dreams of endless blowjobs and threesomes were already running through his head.

The Genie smirked sultrily. "Do I please you, Master?" she asked, arching her back as she kneeled in a way that made her breasts appear all the more prominent.

While sheer, the silk had actually covered her body fairly well. This, however, did not, and he drank in the sight of the apparently mystical being in his room. She was lean, with breasts on the medium side, though perfectly shaped. She was not, he thought wryly, skinny, however. There was a toned look to her stomach, arms, and shoulders, which, had she been human, would have betrayed a habit of going to the gym.

In short, she had the body of a goddess, beyond even the most sensual of models or influencers or actresses.

The lingerie did little to cover her more sensual areas. He spied dark nipples, which stood out against her already tanned skin. She was also, he noted with interest, sporting a neat little trimmed triangle of dark, barely-there hair between her legs, while her lower lips were totally bare.

"You definitely please me," he told her honestly. "What should I call you?" he then asked. It was a little surreal to ask a Genie their name, but she was too hot for him to really care what she was.

To James' surprise, her brow furrowed and she frowned slightly, which was rather adorable. "I do not have a name. You may refer to me in whatever way you please."

Right, he remembered. She was a magical Genie released from an ancient Arabic amulet. Also, she was bonded to him for life, which was fucking wild. "Okay," he said slowly. "What name would you like?"

Again, she frowned. "I would like whatever name you desire to call me by."

That was distinctly unhelpful, he thought. "Well, if you're going to be my 'perfect woman for life,' you'll need a name that sounds real." He thought for a moment, then remembered something. "How am I going to explain you to, like, anyone? Do you even have a social security number? I mean, I have to go back to school again in a few days, and you aren't exactly enrolled at Wilmington."

The Genie's eyes flashed gold, then she smiled softly, gazing at him with a look of what appeared to be adoration. He wasn't quite sure why, but he wasn't going to question his luck. "Perhaps I should have explained my abilities more thoroughly, Master. Though I am a Genie, my powers revolve around the erotic. I may fulfill any wish of a sexual nature, but my other abilities are limited. I am able to protect you from harm, modify your body, defend your anonymity, and provide myself with basic needs, but I can't, as an example, create wealth out of nothing."

She shifted slightly, her thighs rubbing together distractingly. "Once you have chosen a name for me, I will be able to create any identification I need. Social security, birth record, voting registration, driver's license, and school enrollment." She smiled even wider at that last thing, and James realized she came from a time when women probably didn't get to go to school at all. "I can even place myself in specific classes and modify the memories of those around me to fit the chosen narrative. All of this, of course, to protect you from the attention a Genie might otherwise draw."

James nodded along, trying to keep track while still paying attention to her beautiful form. His thoughts had really gotten lost at the mention of erotic wishes. "So, you just need a name, then?"

"Yes, Master," she said softly.

Well, that settled it, then. He did his best to think of any names that would fit her appearance, which, while perhaps not specifically Moroccan, was at least mostly North African. His own family - his late mother's family, that was - was from Andalusia in the far south of Spain, so he wasn't completely ignorant. His father's family, on the other hand, had lived on Cape Cod forever, but were Welsh. James Morgan, like Captain Morgan, the pirate. Or Arthur Morgan, the fictional cowboy.

"Uh, how about Imane? I'm pretty sure that's the Moroccan version." He hesitated again, then came up with a name that would fit her perfectly. "Imane Drake." If he was named after Captain Morgan, she could be named after Francis Drake, which was admittedly quite ridiculous, but it sounded pretty.

"Imane Drake," the Genie said slowly, a smile growing on her incredible face. "It sounds lovely, Master."

"Like you," he agreed, causing her to blush. "Though, you should probably lay off with the whole 'Master' business. Just call me James. Or, I don't know, your boyfriend, maybe?" That was probably for the best. He really didn't want to find out what would happen if she called him 'Master' in public.

"I-" Imane began to protest, then her face softened. "Yes, James," she agreed shyly.

"Good girl," James said lowly, correctly guessing that it would cause her to blush deeper and bite her bottom lip.

A part of him still wanted to freak out about what was happening, and he had about a million questions, but all of that could wait. He had a divinely beautiful woman kneeling on his floor, practically fucking him with her eyes. James had never claimed to be a strong man, but no man could hold out now, he imagined.

He bit his lip, imagining Imane bare before him. "Now come here."

"Yes, James," she repeated, voice dripping with seduction as she rose gracefully to her feet. Imane practically sauntered across the room, her hips swaying as she moved.

Now, James was hardly a virgin, but he had never been with a girl he actually wanted a relationship with. In fact, he had firmly established a reputation for himself at first high school and then college. Generous in bed and unwilling to accept commitment. Come to think of it, that was probably why he was so lonely.

Imane stopped immediately in front of him, her hands gliding up his covered thighs and over his bare abs. Up close, he saw that her hair was not simply dark brown. While it certainly lightened considerably towards the end, there were also individual strands of other colors among the darker tone. Some silver, some gold, others even black. They were impossible to notice from a distance, but this close, her hair appeared to shimmer.

Also, her hands were the softest thing he had ever felt, so that was pretty great.

James leaned forward, his forehead coming to rest against her own as he gazed into her incredible eyes. He felt her breath against his face, and smirked a little. "'Perfect woman,' huh?" he said under his breath.

"For you? Always," she responded flirtatiously.

As he was still sitting on the edge of his bed, they could only get so close, which was a travesty of the highest proportions. James allowed his hands to glide down Imane's sides, delighting in the way she shivered. He stopped at her impressive ass and lovingly caressed each incredible cheek. Then, thankful that she was smaller than he was, he hefted her into his lap. She immediately straddled him and rested her weight on his hard length, which remained covered by his damned pajamas.

Imane was short enough that, even in his lap, their eyes were at roughly the same level. James dragged his hands from her ass to her thighs, caressing each bit of her. She sighed softly, her eyes hooded and dark. Slowly, she began to move, dragging her center against his hardness and pressing her covered breasts against his chest. "Fuck," he groaned in appreciation.

Wanting more, he pulled her even closer so their torsos met. Imane gasped, and he took the opportunity to press a slow kiss against the side of her neck, then the corner of her jaw, which he scraped with his teeth. She shuddered. "You can fulfill any erotic wish?" he whispered in her ear.

She whimpered something that sounded like a 'yes,' but was little more than desperate noise. Clearly, she was a tad more sensitive than the average girl.

"Get rid of the bra," he told her, smirking when the lace that brushed against his chest was replaced by soft, pillowy skin, warm to the touch. Her nipples, dark against her tanned skin, had already pebbled, and she whimpered when they brushed against his firm pectorals. "Sensitive?" he asked smugly.

Imane groaned as he nipped at her earlobe briefly. "Nearly three times more than the average woman," she admitted. Perfect, he thought.

With one hand solidly splayed against Imane's lower back, the tips of his fingers just barely slipping past the hem of her lingerie, keeping her close to him as she straddled his lap, he allowed his other hand to trail its way up her firm stomach until he cupped a round breast. They weren't exceptionally big, but they still spilled out of his hands slightly, and they had a firm weight to them that he delighted in. "God, you are perfect," he told her.

Carefully, he teased her pebbled nipple with his rough fingers, causing her to moan and arch her back even more. Just as her lips parted, he captured them with his own, kissing her deeply. Her lips were the softest he had ever felt, and, without exaggeration, actually did taste slightly sweet. Imane immediately kissed him back, groaning into the kiss in a way that made him feel warm all over.

Perhaps in retaliation for his teasing, she ground against him again, causing him to gasp into their shared kiss. Even through his pajamas, he could feel her unbelievable heat. He pulled back from the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip as he went, then reluctantly stopped caressing her breasts, though he kept one hand on her lower back.

Already, her gorgeous hair had grown tousled and messy, falling around her lovely shoulders and down to her breasts in wild, tumbling curls. Now that it wasn't neatly done, he realized it was closer to curly than wavy, although not enough to grow frizzy. He knew a fair few girls who would be green with envy.

James' eyes raked over the image of her, taking in the glory of it. Imane blushed beneath his gaze, her fingers curling around the muscles of his shoulders. "Give me your panties," he said. "With magic," he added, ensuring she wouldn't have to stand up.

With a golden flash to her green eyes, the lacy, black lingerie appeared in his free hand. It was warm to the touch. He brought it up to his face, smirking, then breathed in deep. She smelt of woman, and it was indescribably enticing. His actions caused her breath to hitch.

Leaning in, he pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, then, as he pulled away, he slipped her underwear between her parted lips. She bit down on it, her impossibly white teeth flashing. "Good girl," he told her.

One hand still holding her lower back, his other trailed down her firm stomach and between her thighs, just barely brushing against her warm center. Her moan of anticipation was muffled by the lingerie in her mouth, but he still delighted in the sound.

James continued further, tracing her lower lips with a single finger. She was already wet, and he had never felt a girl so warm. He slipped a single finger inside her, and even muffled, her moan was loud and drawn out. "James," she tried to whimper.

Imane was practically boiling around his finger, and she was tighter than any girl he had ever been with. He pressed his finger in deeper, causing his Genie to buck her hips desperately, making a low keening sound. James had to remind himself to breathe, as the whole world seemed to have frozen. "You like that?" he asked teasingly, beginning to slowly fuck her with his finger.

She whimpered in response, nodding, face ablush. He found her clit with his thumb and gently circled it, guessing she would be sensitive there, too. Imane tightened around his finger and grasped his shoulders harder than before, her head falling back in pleasure.

He continued like that, then eventually slipped a second finger into her. With that, she practically fell against him, her whole body shaking as her first-ever orgasm rolled through her, accompanied by muffled moans of pleasure. James kept up the gentle pace of his fingers, drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible.

Imane climaxing was the most superbly beautiful thing he had ever witnessed, and the way her pussy tightened around his fingers promised mind-blowing pleasure to come. He briefly thanked whatever gods there were - considering her existence, he was a little more open to be flexible - for allowing him to find the amulet.

When the last of Imane's orgasm ebbed away, he gently removed his fingers from her tightness, took the lingerie out of her mouth and threw it to the side, and pressed his fingers against her lips. Unquestioningly, she wrapped her plush lips around his fingers, tasting herself on them and doing things with her nimble tongue that simply couldn't be put into words."Fuck, Imane," he groaned.

She popped his fingers out of her mouth and ground herself against his still-hard length, which had yet to be freed from its constraint. He felt his breath hitch. "You have lovely fingers," his Genie told him, smiling blissfully.

"And you have lovely everything," he countered. He pressed a short kiss against her lips, noting that he could taste the distinctly feminine flavor of her pussy on her lips and on her tongue. When they separated again, his new Genie was breathing heavily. "I want to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock," he told her lowly.

From the hungry look in Imane's eyes, she wanted the same thing. He supposed that, as his Genie, she probably got off on getting him off. James was fairly certain that was something everybody in the world wished for in their partners. It certainly wasn't common among guys his age, which was why his generosity in bed was appreciated as much as it was, and his frankly-excessive flirtation was tolerated, even thought of fondly.

Imane shifted her weight off his lap, then sank to her knees in front of where he still sat at the edge of his bed. He inched closer to the edge, allowing her to reach him easier. With deft hands, she grasped the hem of his pajamas and pulled them down his legs, where they were subsequently thrown to the side, joining her panties.

Finally free, his hard length stood proud, stiffer than it had probably ever been before. He wasn't huge, though he was certainly above average, but by the way Imane looked at him, he could have been a giant.

James held his breath for a moment, then released it as she wrapped soft fingers around his shaft. It had been too long since a girl had last done this, and he had forgotten how soft and lovely it felt, though he thought Imane might just be better than any of them. Her hands were small enough that his cock looked massive in them, and he promised himself that he would never use his own hand again, if it could be avoided.

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, she lowered her face towards his cock, her warm breath teasing it. Finally, she pressed soft lips against the head, and he hissed in pleasure. "Imane," he groaned, his hands instinctively burying in her wild hair, earning a soft noise of appreciation. Finally, as if he had waited a lifetime, those brilliant lips wrapped around the head of his cock and the flat of her tongue pressed against his tip.

Unsurprisingly, Imane took her time with the blowjob. She made an obvious effort to show off her skills, which were genuinely impeccable. James had, until now, only been with the inexperienced girls of his own age, and they could hardly compare with a Genie who seemed to hold the accumulated knowledge of humanity's long sexual history.

Every time James felt sure he was going to explode, Imane backed down and held him in the throes of his pleasure, gazing at him with those sultry, beautiful eyes of hers. In them was the promise of everything. In her eyes he could see that she loved doing this, that she was his to do whatever he wanted with. By the third or fourth time, he could hardly bear it any longer. He had been treated to every trick in the book - it was a long book, and he hadn't been aware of the ways teeth could be used in a blowjob - and he was dying for release. "Christ, Imane, please," he pleaded with her.

She smirked, winked, then took him back into her mouth. This time, she didn't tease him. She began bobbing up and down on his cock, taking in the whole length each time, all the while humming in the back of her throat. He could feel the most powerful orgasm of his life building, and Imane seemed to realize it, too. She buried her face in his crotch, keeping his cock deep in her throat while she hummed, still gazing at him with those green eyes, sparkling with blue and amber.

James swore loudly, gripping her hair just a little harder than he normally would have, feeling his climax tear through him, his cock spasming with his pleasure. Imane happily swallowed down every bit of his cum, keeping up her humming long after a normal human would have needed to take a breath, her eyes gazing up at him in adoration. Even after he no longer had any cum left, she kept at it, prolonging his contractions. "Imane," he groaned, desperately gripping her hair as if it could keep him tethered.

Finally, when he had nothing left to give, she slipped his cock out of her mouth and pressed a quick kiss to the tip. "Was that what you wanted?" his Genie asked shyly, as if she hadn't just performed the most impressive blowjob in the history of ever.

"You really are perfect," James said in genuine awe. "Yes, that was exactly what I wanted." He took a moment to catch his breath, which was testament enough to her abilities, then leaned over, grasped her under the arms, and hauled her back into his lap. Imane squealed in delight.

For the first time, his cock, which was only partly-hard, pressed against her center, where they both wanted it to be. "Could you, uh, recharge me, I guess?" he asked. Her eyes flashed as she did so, and she wiggled her hips playfully at the same time.

Suddenly, and to his eternal thankfulness, his cock became fully hard and he lost any exhaustion he might have previously felt. This time, when Imane ground against him, they both groaned. As they were then, her lower lips were brushing against his length, practically begging him to go further. Before they could, however, James shifted his weight so he was sitting with his back propped up against a pillow, Imane still in his lap.

His Genie wrapped a soft hand around his length and pressed it against her stomach, showing him just how deep he would be inside her. James kissed her possessively, kneading at her breasts in a way he knew would make her moan. "You ready?" he asked when they separated.

"Please," she begged. "Make me yours forever." The phrasing nearly gave James pause, but he figured that, ancient as this magic was, it probably saw the first moment of penetration as the establishment of some sort of claim. Damn ancients and their pre-modern conceptions of sex and virginity.

"Alright," he agreed, his forehead pressed against her own. "Take it slow, if you have to." He certainly didn't want to hurt her, and he already knew she was a fair bit tighter than most people.

Imane nodded shortly, one hand finding its way into his messy hair. "Yes, James," she said, somehow making it sound like she had said 'Master,' instead. She rose just enough, wrapped her other hand around the base of his cock, and gradually sank down on his length, moaning as she did it.

James threw his head back and groaned, absolutely engulfed in divine pleasure. Fuck, she was tight. The slow pace made the pleasure all the more potent, and it was necessary, because if they had gone any quicker, he would have surely hurt her. "Fuck," he grunted. "Are you okay?" he then managed to ask, idly tucking some of her hair behind her pretty ear.

"I-" she tried to say, then shifted her weight and whimpered in pleasure. "You feel so big," she said in wonder. "It's good, and getting better. I-I couldn't have imagined it would... Fuck," she moaned again.

They stayed where they were for a long moment, and James would have been content with doing that forever. Buried inside her, he marveled at how literally hot she was. Her tight pussy was molten around him in a way he could have never thought possible. If this was what it had felt like for Icarus, he understood why he had flown too close to the sun. Nothing could be better than this.

Finally, having adjusted to him, Imane began to move, first rocking her hips slowly, then quickly beginning to bounce on his length, her messy hair swaying wildly and her perfect tits bouncing in time with her hips. It was all James could do to follow along, caressing her breasts and pressing kisses against her collarbone, neck, and jaw. He barely knew this Genie, and she wasn't human, but he could tell he was going to fall for her quickly. She was just too perfect.

Though it was Imane's first time, she was clearly just as skilled in this as she was at blowing him. The way she moved her hips and worked her entire body betrayed a skill James had only ever seen in porn, and never experienced for himself. It was a little mesmerizing. Like watching a dancer go through their paces.

When Imane came, James wasn't expecting it. Of the girls he had been with, it had taken a good deal of work to bring them to orgasm through penetration - work that he undertook with enthusiasm - but Imane was apparently quite sensitive everywhere, and the contractions of her tight pussy nearly pushed him over the edge.

"James!" Imane screamed as she orgasmed, her hands grasping at him desperately. He captured her lips with his own, kissing her hard and fierce. With her body still shuddering through climactic waves, he flipped them over, holding himself above her and thrusting in deep. She practically shrieked into their kiss.

James did it again, setting a pace that might have been brutal for anyone else during their first time, but only drove Imane to new heights of pleasure. Her first orgasm soon rolled into a second, because of course she was so easily capable of that. James' forehead fell to rest against her own, and it took all his strength not to finish. Each time she came, her pussy tightened like a vice. He never wanted to go another day without experiencing it.

As he thrust into her again, she wrapped her legs around his waist and dragged him closer with her arms, curling herself around him as thoroughly as possible. She was still shaking from her most recent orgasm, and her breasts were heaving against his chest with each breath. As a consequence of her hold on him, he had to fuck her with short, even strokes that had him seeing stars and her gasping his name with each one.

While he had thought that nothing could match her blowjob, what promised to be the most powerful orgasm of his life was approaching over the horizon, and he captured Imane's lips when he realized it. By the tightening of her core, Imane was approaching another climax of her own.

When he came, he buried himself deep inside her, muffling her moans with his lips in a heated kiss. Imane tried to force him even deeper with her legs, and he could feel the light scraping of her nails against his back. All that was secondary, though. James might as well have been in space, because his orgasm was like a rocket, and he was pretty sure his soul had temporarily exited his body as he emptied himself into his Genie.

Finally, breathlessly, they both went limp, and James rolled into the center of the bed, Imane coming with him to rest on his chest, still panting from exertion. Even the way she breathed was cute, he noticed. And then there was the way her hair, even wilder than before and slightly sweaty, rested against his skin in waves. Her breathtaking green eyes were hooded and misty, and he could still feel her tiny, fluttering contractions around his length.

This was, he thought, without exaggeration, the best sex he had ever had, and the competition wasn't even close.

Eventually, his cock grew soft enough to slip out of her pussy, and they both sighed in contented exhaustion. He hadn't had time to process this new turn in his life, and there weren't really any words, so he simply drifted off into sleep, content with the warm weight against his chest.