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Silken Wishes              by: Travesty Underscore                  travesty_@hotmail.com

 

As I dusted off the old lamp, there was a loud "Boom!" and I felt a presence behind me. I turned around and this eight-foot tall black man was standing in the kitchen. He was dressed in archaic Arabian clothing. Though he hadn’t arrived in the way I thought genies did, he obviously had to be a genie.

"What do you require, oh great one?" he boomed.

"Um, could you be quieter, and do you have to be so big?" I meekly asked, wonder what the neighbors would say about his booming…

"As you wish, oh great one." As he spoke (in a normal volume) he shrunk down a few feet so he was looking me in the eye, instead of towering over me.

"Ack! Did that count as a wish?" I cried. "How many do I get anyways?"

"Your wishes are unlimited in number, oh great one, as long as they are made before midnight of tomorrow."

I blinked, and a slow grin spread across my face. "Will my granted wishes remain granted after that time?"

"Canny question, oh great one, though unneeded. A wish, once granted, can only be changed by another wish. They will not fade with the coming of midnight." The genie smirked.

"Hmm, then. Do you suppose you could be a bit more pleasant to look at? A girl perhaps?" I smirked back.

"As you wish, oh great one." The genie’s voice went from deep and commanding to sultry and pouting. The changes in his appearance were just as pronounced. He shrunk another foot or so, ending up at just over five-foot in height, and had acquired an extremely attractive body; small perky breasts, a narrow waist flaring to gently curved hips, and long, long legs. She was garbed in the stereotypical ‘harem girl’ clothing. Silk panties and bra of a deep jade hue ‘neath diaphanous pants and top in a light jade shade. Her dark eyes flashed behind a matching veil.

The genie’s outfit gave me an idea. "Dance for me, will you please?" I did my best to smile winningly, but she only pouted some more and began to dance. Now, I had never (of course) seen a ‘harem girl’ dance before, and I found myself strangely entranced with her sensuous moves, and seductive grace. I began to harbor thoughts that maybe I’d take this genie to bed, and lose my virginity to her. That though, reminded me of my own inadequacies. "I wish I could dance." I muttered.

"As you wish, oh great one." The genie stopped dancing, and clapped her hands once, and suddenly I felt different. Everything seemed bigger, and I was looking her in the eye again. It didn’t take long to figure out what had happened. Her smirk and lewd stare caused me to look down, and gasp in surprise.

For she had transformed me into a ‘harem girl’ like herself, though I was garbed in crimson. I could practically be her twin – no, older sister, I corrected, for while her breasts were an A, maybe a small B, mine were easily two or three Ds, maybe bigger. My waist was narrower, and hips wider, ever inch of me radiating sexuality. "That’s not what I meant." I muttered, or rather, tried to – my voice was breathy and sensual, incapable of rendering something as coarse as a mutter.

"Nevertheless, oh great one, it is what you wished." She tittered.

Despite myself, I giggled with her. "Oh, all right then. I suppose I might as well see if I can dance as well as you made me look. Oh come on! I can’t dance like that for another girl, turn back into a man again."

She smiled, and in less than a blink-of-an-eye she was a he again, not eight feet tall, thankfully. He looked down at me.

I glided over to where he stood, and knelt. Then I waited – for what I did not know, but it seemed proper that I wait.

"Yes, girl, what is it?" The genie inquired.

"If it pleases your greatness, I wish to dance for you." I whispered seductively. It seems I had no choice but to move and speak in the most sexual of ways.

He nodded and said, "It pleases me. Dance for me, girl." It was only when he smirked that I realized that I had phrased my request as a wish. I inwardly groaned, as I stood and glided a few steps back, and begun – as if by instinct – to dance like I had just seen.

And I danced for him. And the clock ticked away the minutes. And I danced for him, as graceful and seductive as possible. It seemed as if I danced by instinct, yet I knew that was impossible; I turned my mind inward, and was startled to find vivid memories of years of training as a junior initiate in the harem. I let my mind linger in these memories, confused, as I continued to dance for the genie.

After an hour had passed, I decided that I had had enough – the genie was visibly aroused, the false memories were disturbing, and to top it off, my dance and his arousal were strangely arousing me. I tried to stop dancing, but found that I couldn’t. I tried to make a wish for this to stop, but found I couldn’t (or wouldn’t) speak. A new memory of a matronly instructor sprung unbidden into my mind. "A girl does not speak to a man unless spoken to, and NEVER during the dance. It is dire sign of disrespect, and a girl would be wise to never show disrespect." I inwardly trembled, but my body showed no signs of my inner discomfort, and continued it’s seductive dance.

The minutes flew by, and only after the clock had chimed noon – four hours later – did the genie wave his hand signaling me to stop. "Enough, dancing for now girl. Come close to me."

Inwardly I sighed as I brought my dance to a close, and glided over towards him, stopping a foot away, kneeling, and inclining my head in a sign of respect.

"Stand girl, and come still closer. Do remain standing." I could hear the smirk in his tone, but did as he bid. I tried to say something, but found that I didn’t dare.

"I see, girl, that you do dance as well as you look. Can you see how well you pleased me?"

Gulping slightly, and seeing the rather large bulge in his breeches, I nodded gently – afraid to speak, for fear of giving away my own arousal…

He chuckled. "Well then girl, how did you like dancing for me? Be truthful now."

"I take great pleasure in dancing for your greatness, but…" I said breathily. Regaining some of my willpower I continued, "…but I don’t wish to be trapped as a harem girl right now..." There, and I had even managed to form it as a wish.

"As you wish, girl." He brushed my cheek softly with the back of his hand, and my crimson veil faded. I felt different again, no longer wholly submissive, and garbed in new clothing.

Glancing down, I saw myself wearing a rather thin, white, flyaway blouse, over a scarlet lace bra. I was wearing a black leather mini-skirt, and sheer black hose. Upon my feet was a classic pair of dick-teaser, patent leather, stiletto-heeled pumps. I also felt rather horny.

"Now then, girl, I’m sure you’ll still dance as well as before, though in a much different style." He smirked. "Since you do enjoy dancing for me, it would ‘please’ me if you would dance for me again. Another private show, so to speak." With that he waved me back.

I must still have been operating under that poorly worded request that I had made as I harem girl. For when he said it would please him for me to dance, I began to dance. He was right though, it was a much different dance than before, though no less sexual.

I minced several steps backward, and began my routine. I must have done it a thousand times before, but it always made me horny as hell. "Damn it," I thought, "There’s another one of those false memories." As the music played, my body swayed, and the blouse lived up to its name – it flew away, or rather, was tossed away rather quickly.

I moaned, as I ran my hands all over my body, cupping my rather prominent breasts, and then sliding them down to my hips. In a series of sways, steps, and grinds that was calculated to be as blatantly sexual as possible, I slipped my skirt down my legs. Slowly, of course, to make the moment linger, and further heighten any viewers’ arousal. Normally I performed for hundreds of people at a time, more than could easily fit in the joint, but today I had a very special performance for a very special audience of one.

I let the skirt fall to the floor, and danced slowly towards him, circling him once, with a hand resting on his shoulder. Then I stood right before him, and bent low, allowing him a full view of my plentiful cleavage. I dance a minute or so like that. Then, draping my arm around his neck, I sat down on his lap, rubbing his crotch with my other hand. Through his exotic, but skimpy pants I could tell he was definitely enjoying my performance. I breathed heavily in his ear, and kicked off my shoes, letting them drop at his feet.

When he tried to grab for me, I slipped off his lap, and spun around the chair once and danced back beyond his reach. My dance wasn’t finished yet; he would just have to wait, though, I wasn’t exactly sure if I could wait…

Next to be shed was the hose. First one leg, then the other, all the while I was continuing my dance. Running my hands up my smooth legs, I moaned, slid a finger under the band of my scarlet thong. I inched it down a little, teasing him, and then inched the other side down a little. It was still too soon to lose the panties though.

A few more minutes of dancing, and I slid my left thumb under the shoulder strap for my bra, slowly sliding it free from my shoulder. The other strap quickly followed, and then, with a deft movement and a grind of my hips, I unfastened the back strap, letting the lacy thing float away from my body. Breasts now bouncing free, I danced over toward him again, circling behind the chair, and leaning over one shoulder. Again I breathed heavily in his ear, and danced away before he could grab me.

Grinding my pelvis in a way definitely suggestive to fucking, I slowly slid the damp scarlet thong free, displaying myself in my full natural glory to this very special customer. I tossed them to him, and they landed on his lap. Never taking my eyes from his mighty bulge, I danced a few minutes more, fingering myself, and moaning.

Though this dance had been less than a tenth the duration of my previous dance, I was more tired and a lot hornier by far than I was after the other one. Panting slightly, and my body covered with a gentle sheen of sweat, I sat down on his lap; legs astride and spread wide, and I leaned forward shoving my breasts into his face. "What do you say, Big Boy? Ready for some horizontal dancing?" I whispered into his ear.

He needed no further urging. As if by magic, I found myself on my back on the bed, and he was kneeling nude over me. Before my rational mind could take control, I pulled him down towards myself, spreading my legs wide in eager anticipation. As his large, throbbing manhood pierced my deep, damp womanhood, I somehow knew that this time would be special – not like all those regular men before. I thrust my hips upward – matching his downward attack – arcing my back, and letting loose a mighty groan of passion, as he drove ever deeper into my very being.

It was impossible to tell who was louder or more passionate – both of us were moaning and panting like beasts in heat. I felt my body become tense, cunt muscles clamping down around his throbbing dick. I gasped, then my mind exploded with rockets and stars and light as he shot a jet of molten lava into me. "God!" I half-gasped, half-moaned, half-screamed, "that was fantastic. I wish we could do it again."

"Girl, your wish is my command." The genie panted.

We fucked the day away. I’m not sure what the neighbors must have thought, but at the moment I didn’t give a damn. We tried all the positions, even inventing a few new ones. I discovered that he was almost as good at oral sex, as I was, and I had him give me a tongue-lashing that I barely survived. At three in the morning, I rolled over, looked at him, at murmured with the vestiges of my old self, "God, I never knew it could be like that. I wish I could do this for a living."

"Girl, your wish is granted."

Suddenly the bedroom door burst open, and a man strode in purposefully. "Bitch, get out of the room." He pulled me off of the bed. "I’ve gotta talk to this ‘gentlemen’."

He shoved me towards the door, and I stumbled wearily through it. I heard it slam, followed by the lock clicking, and he began to shout at the genie.

Hazily, I figured out what was going on. PJ, my pimp, was yelling at my customer for monopolizing his best whore all day. He was demanding ‘compensation’ of some sort. I guess that when I was lost in the post-orgasmic bliss, I really screwed up something. By wishing that ‘I could do this for a living’, I had turned myself into some sort of prostitute.

Now, my body began to ache slightly, and I shivered a bit from standing bare-ass naked in the middle of the living room. Regaining enough of my mind, I muttered. "I wish I was a man again." Nothing happened, I guess I had to be near the genie… I tried the doorknob, but the door really was locked. Instead, I sat down on a chair to think about my predicament. Within moments I had dozed off.

I awoke to a slap across the face. "Get up bitch!" PJ slapped me again when I didn’t immediately respond. "Bitch, I said get up. Time to go. And if you ever pull a trick like that again, I swear…"

Groggily I stood up, and headed back to the bedroom. "Where do you think you’re going, bitch?" He grabbed one arm and jerked me back. In his other hand he held a wad of bills, they looked to be hundreds.

"M-my clothes…" I stammered.

"Forget it bitch." He said, and started towards the front door, pulling me along with him.

"B-but…" I started.

He shoved the bills in his jacket pocket and slapped me again. "Haven’t I told you not to question me, bitch? Well, haven’t I?"

"Y-yes PJ…" Now I was scared; the genie was nowhere in sight.

"Well then, bitch, why the fuck do you insist on doing it?!" We were now on the front porch – I felt despair, realizing that I was in big trouble. With the genie gone, I couldn’t wish my way out of this last ‘wish’; I had inadvertently doomed myself… Sex may be fantastic and all that, but I really didn’t want to be a whore, did I?

"You’re lucky, bitch." PJ said as he shoved me into his Mercedes. "Your customer paid well. I might even give you some of it."

I wasn’t listening. I despised PJ; I did all the work, he kept all the money. How was I ever going to pay my way through medical school now? I dozed off again, and only woke when PJ yanked open the door, and pulled me out. "Go to your room, bitch. There’s a customer waiting for you."

Startled awake by that comment, I rushed upstairs. It wouldn’t do to keep a customer waiting long, especially not in PJ’s place… Fortunately, he didn’t seem to mind that I arrived already naked, and we quickly got it on. There were three others in quick succession after him. ‘Wham-Bam, thank you Ma’am.’ Two blowjobs, and the third guy wanted to do me in the ass. No big deal, I like sex any way I can get it, which is why I’m a whore. I just would prefer not working for a jerk like PJ. Unfortunately though, none of the guys were as good as the genie had been.

After the third guy had left, PJ poked his head in. "Okay bitch, get some sleep. But be ready, I think I’ll take you tonight. I’m getting tired of Brenda…" I glanced at the clock; it was already noon. I had twelve hours left to find the genie, or else…

I fell asleep.

PJ woke me at six. He had brought in his box of ‘toys’. He likes to be rough with the girls, to hurt them, to prove that he is in charge. Before I was aware, he had me handcuffed to the bed, and had cracked his whip over my head. I think that was what woke me.

He brutally fucked me. It was no use struggling, as that only made him fiercer. After he had cum, he rammed a large dildo in my sore cunt, and one up my asshole. As I gasped, he attached alligator clamps to my nipples, causing me to scream in pain. He laughed, and then lit a candle, holding it over my body, dribbling the hot wax all over.

He left at eight, to retire for the night. Of course, he left me in bondage: handcuffs, clamps, dildoes, and wax upon my tortured body.

Shortly after he stepped out, the genie appeared in my room. "Well now, girl, do you still want to fuck for a living?" He laughed, and took in my condition.

"N-no…" I wailed. Then I was consumed with an evil thought. "I wish PJ was back in here…" I began.

My pimp stormed back into the room and glared at the genie. "You again, come back for your bitch?"

I continued. "I wish he was a whore as well."

"Girl, I am always delighted to grant your wishes." The genie clapped once, and PJ ceased to be a muscular black man and became, instead, a stacked blonde – more buxom than even I.

"What the fuck!" she cried.

"Exactly the point, bitch." I said. "Fuck her brains out, genie." I laughed.

He grabbed her, and strode out of the room.

"W-wait…" I cried, but too late – they were already out of the room, leaving me ‘stuck’… I had thought too quickly of revenge, and not enough of freedom, leaving me trapped. And, to make matters worse, I hadn’t actually wished not to ‘fuck for a living’, I had just said no…

For the next several hours I heard, through my haze of pain, the steady sounds of vigorous sex from the room next door. I heard PJ squeal, and cry out several times – she was really getting a good workout. Might make her realize what I go through.

I anxiously watched the clock. Nine o’clock flew by, as did ten. Eleven was drawing nigh when the thumping next door ceased. At quarter-after the genie strolled into my room. "I gave her a thorough indoctrination. I must say, she gives head almost as well as you do…" He grinned, and looked down at me.

"L-let me out of this…" I moaned.

"Do I have to?" He smiled mischievously down at me. "I could make you enjoy it instead…"

"N-no." I began.

"Oh, all right." He sighed, and gestured, and the handcuffs disappeared.

My hands flew towards my chest, and removed the clamps. "I wish these were on PJ instead, as with those handcuffs."

"Wish granted, oh girl of mine…"

I frowned slightly, and moaned as I pulled out the dildoes. "Let her feel these inside her as well," I snarled, and they disappeared. There was another yelp from next door. "Oh, I wish I didn’t hurt so bad…" I said as I stood up.

"Wish granted, oh girl of mine…"

I glanced at the clock… 11:30… "I wish…" I began, then paused. What did I wish? I had really enjoyed being a woman, especially the sex, except for PJ’s violence. I rather liked the dancing, but I really didn’t want to be a stripper. I liked the frequency of the sex that I got as a whore, but I didn’t like working for PJ – maybe a different pimp…? Wait, why did I need a pimp at all…? I mentally debated over what I was going to wish for…

I glanced back up at the clock. 11:58. Oh shit; if I didn’t hurry up, I wouldn’t have time to wish for anything… Suddenly, it came to me.

"I wish I knew what I wanted." 11:59

"Wish granted, oh girl of mine." He gestured, and suddenly it was all clear…

I leaned over and whispered it into the genie’s ear. He smiled, nodded, and whispered back, "Granted…" Then, he disappeared. 12:00

I caught my reflection in the mirror, and a girl bedecked in crimson winked back. I smiled, and dropped down onto the soft bed, resting and waiting. A few minutes later, a girl in violet danced in, and sat next to me. She rested one hand on my inner thigh, and ran the other through my ebony locks. I felt my body respond with a quiet tingle, and smiled down at the diminutive, yet rather busty, girl.

Soon, violet and crimson bedecked the floor, and we lay entwined, each exploring the other. I smiled, and knew that PJ was going to adapt well to her new life as a harem girl – after all, she had me as her trainer…

 

 

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