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?"