The bell above the antique shop's door chimed like it had been waiting specifically for April not the cheerful tinkle of a greeting, but something lower, hungrier. She hesitated on the threshold, the wool of her red blazer suddenly too warm against her skin, the starch of her blue shirt stiff where it pressed against her. Her Black hair tied back damn for the shower after gym class
The shopkeeper's newspaper rustled, but not like someone turning a page. April pretended not to notice the way his eyes tracked her from behind it. When she crouched to examine a wooden box half-hidden under a mahogany table, the hem of her skirt rode up just enough she'd worn the black lace today, the ones that dug slightly into her hips and she heard the sharp intake of breath from across the room. The air between them thickened.
Inside the box, two sets of ivory cards lay in careless disarray, numbers 0 through 9 stamped unevenly in faded gold. She knew this game. Old carnivals used them for guessing ages they pick one card from each stack. The shopkeeper folded his newspaper with deliberate slowness, the snap of paper unnervingly loud. "You're unsure, " he said, not a question. "But I can do it." His thumb brushed the edge of the box as if tasting something on his lips. "Guess yours exactly.". The first stack shuffled with a dry whisper his hands moved too fast for the cards to possibly be random then dealt one facedown. A pause. The second stack. Another card. When he flipped them. 16. April inhaled sharply her age exactly.
April pick up the lamp, the brass was sticky under her fingertips, with patches of dust clinging to the grooves of ornate carvings. How much for this she askes?. "free it in too bad of a state to sell, " the shopkeeper say. The lamp was heavier than she expected, and when she turned it over, the weight shifted unnaturally, like something thick and restless inside was pressing against its confines.
The bell above the door chimed twice once when she left, and once when she glanced back, though she couldn't say why. The shop was already swallowed by the afternoon glare, its windows opaque as cataracts. The lamp in her tote bag, where it clunked against her thigh with every step, warm through the fabric by the time she reached her home.
Upstairs, she locked her bedroom door habit, not intention and dumped the lamp onto her unmade sheets. It landed with a muffled thud, rolling slightly before settling against a crumpled pillow. The brass caught the light from her bedside lamp, gleaming dully where her fingers had smeared the grime away. She grabbed an old t-shirt from the floor and rubbed at the tarnished surface, working in slow circles until her wrist ached. The metal grew warmer beneath her touch, almost pulsing, as if responding to the friction.
A hiss escaped the spout. She recoiled, heart hammering against her ribs, as a wisp of smoke curled upward thickening, coiling, twisting into something solid. The scent of burning sugar filled the room. The smoke resolved into a forearm, then a shoulder, then the sharp angle of a collarbone glistening with something that wasn’t sweat. The genie’s skin was the color of scorched honey, stretched tight over wiry muscle, his bare torso emerging from the haze like a figure stepping through a curtain of steam. He exhaled slowly, and the last of the smoke dissolved between his parted lips.
"Three, " he said. His voice was low, rough like gravel dragged over silk. "You get three." He didn’t blink. His pupils were black pits ringed with amber, fixed on her with unsettling focus. She swallowed, throat dry, fingertips pressing into her own thighs as if to steady herself. The lamp lay inert between them, still faintly warm.
"Three what?" The question tumbled out before she could stop it. A stupid question she knew exactly what he meant but the air between them crackled with something unspoken, thick and syrupy. His mouth curled at one corner, not quite a smile.
"You get three wishes, " he said, stepping closer. Her breath hitched as the mattress dipped under his weight real, impossibly real as his knee grazed hers. Heat radiated from him, not feverish but deep, like embers banked under skin.
"I wish" she started, then wet her lips. His gaze dropped to her mouth, lingering. "I wish we were rich."
The genie's nostrils flared slightly, as if scenting the air between them. A pause stretched too long, taut before he exhaled through his nose. "Done, " he said, and the word slithered against her skin like a tongue dragging up her spine. The lamp shuddered between them, brass gone liquid for a heartbeat, swallowing him whole with a wet, sucking sound.
When she woke, the sheets were damp with sweat, twisted around her thighs. The lamp sat inert on her nightstand, cold to the touch. A dream. It had to be. She pressed her palms to her eyelids until colors bloomed behind them.
At dinner her father scraped his chair back with a sound like a knife dragged across bone. "Got a call from corporate today, " he said, thumbing the rim of his wineglass an old chipped thing they'd never bothered to replace. The lamplight caught the sweat on his temples. "Turns out that acquisition I handled? The paperwork had an undisclosed clause." Her mother's fork hovered midair, a pea tumbling off the tines. His grin split his face unnaturally wide, teeth glinting like wet gravel. "They owe us. Nine figures."
She excused herself early, fingers twitching against her thighs. The lamp sat on her dresser, its surface dull in the dimness no trace of the genie’s heat, no residue of that thick, honeyed scent. When she touched it, the metal resisted at first, cold as a corpse. Then, under the slow circles of her thumb, warmth seeped back in, sluggish but undeniable. A whisper of smoke curled from the spout, tasting the air like a tongue.
Her bedroom door clicked shut behind her. The lamp trembled in her hands, not with magic but with the weight of what she hadn’t wished for yet what coiled in the pit of her stomach, hot and restless. The brass grew slick under her palms, her sweat mingling with the tarnished metal. She rubbed harder, as if she could erase the patina of centuries, the residue of other hands that had grasped and demanded.
Smoke twisted from the spout, lazy at first, then purposeful like a serpent uncoiling. The genie materialized mid-stride, stepping out of the haze like he’d been waiting just beyond the veil. This time the air between them thickened. He didn’t speak, just watched her mouth as she swallowed.
"I wish " she began, and the words curdled in her throat. The genie’s pupils dilated, black swallowing amber. Skin prickling with static, she forced it out: "Good health. For me, for my family. Always."
His lips parted a smile. A shudder ran through him, muscles taut beneath scorched skin as if resisting an unseen current. The lamp between them vibrated, emitting a low, guttural hum. When he exhaled, "Done, " he gritted out.
Her parents' laughter echoed from the kitchen too sharp, too bright followed by the clatter of dropped silverware. The genie's gaze flicked toward the sound, nostrils flaring. His fingers twitched at his sides, nails darkening into claws briefly before retracting. "One left, " he murmured, stepping closer. The scent of charred sugar clung to his collarbones, mingling with the salt of her sweat.
She pressed her thighs together, pulse throbbing where the lamp's residual heat still lingered against her stomach. The third wish had been clawing at her ribs since the first tendril of smoke appeared half-formed, unspeakable but now it surged up, viscous and unbidden. "I wish, " she whispered, "for the three of us me, father, mother to do something fun."
The genie's breath stuttered against her cheek, hot and damp. His pupils flickered black, then gold, then black again and his throat worked around a sound too low to hear. The air curdled around them, thick with burnt caramel and something muskier. "Done, " he growled, and the word dripped down her spine like molten wax.
She jolted awake to a knock sharp, insistent against her bedroom door. The lamp lay on the nightstand beside her, but her nightgown clung to her skin, damp with sweat. Another knock. Her father's voice, rougher than she remembered, slithered through the wood: "Up, girl. Time for your wish." The handle turned without her answering.
The door swung open to the smell of scorched sugar and salt. Her parents stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the hallway, bare as the day they were born. Her father's skin gleamedin the low light, his muscles taut beneath a sheen of something thicker than sweat. Her mother's nipples stood rigid, her breath quickening as she ran a tongue over her lower lip. Their eyes God, their eyes were fixed on her with the same unsettling focus as the genie's.
Before she could protest, her mother was on her, fingers twisting into the hem of her nightgown, hiking it up over her hips with terrifying efficiency. The fabric bunched under her stomach as her mother's hand slithered between her thighs, blunt nails scraping the damp cotton of her panties. She gasped more surprise than resistance and that was all the invitation her father needed. He moved like spilled mercury, fluid and inevitable, his calloused palm cupping the back of her head as he guided her face toward the hot, musky weight already curving toward her parted lips.
The taste burst across her tongue before she could flinch: salt and iron and something faintly electric, like licking a battery. Her gag reflex never kicked in her throat opened for him as if she'd done this a thousand times before, taking him deeper with a wet, obscene click at the back of her palate. Above her, her father groaned, fingers tightening in her hair as her mother's thumb finally breached the soaked fabric of her panties, rubbing slow circles against her clit with terrifying precision.
"Work my cock, slut, " her father rasped, and the words vibrated through his shaft against her tongue. She obeyed without thought, her jaw slackening further as her head bobbed in a rhythm that felt dredged up from some primal muscle memory. Spit pooled under her tongue, strands of it clinging to her chin as her mother's fingers slipped inside her with no resistance, curling just right to make her hips jerk forward into the touch.
A moan escaped her muffled around the thickness in her mouth as her mother's free hand came up slowly, pulling her daughter's nightgown down to reveal her big tits. The air was cool against her flushed skin, nipples already stiff as her mother thumbed one roughly, pinching just shy of pain. Her breath hitched around her father's cock, throat fluttering in a way that dragged a guttural curse from him. Drool slicked her chin, hot and shameful, as her mother leaned in to bite the swell of her exposed breast, teeth sinking in just enough to make her whimper.
"Play with them, " her father growled, his grip tightening in her hair. "Show me how you touch yourself when you think we're asleep." Her hands trembled as she lifted them, fingers brushing her own nipples hesitantly too clinical at first, like she was checking for lumps. But then her mother laughed against her skin, low and knowing, and something primal uncoiled in her belly. She palmed her tits greedily, squeezing the soft flesh until it spilled between her fingers, thumbs circling her nipples in tight, filthy little spirals that sent sparks arcing down to where her mother's fingers pistoned inside her.
The scent of her own arousal thickened the air, mingling with the musk of her father's precum leaking onto her tongue. Her hips jerked forward, fucking herself on her mother's fingers with a wet, rhythmic squelch that should have mortified her. Instead, it coiled tighter in her gut, the heat building like a live wire under her skin. Her father's thighs trembled against her cheeks, his breathing ragged as he watched her tits jounce with every thrust of her mother's hand. "That's it, " he rasped, "show daddy how much of a slut you are."
Her nipples were raw from her own pinching, the pain-pleasure border dissolving as she twisted them harder, the way she'd only dared to do in the dark, alone. Her mother's teeth scraped her collarbone, the sharp sting making her moan around the cock filling her throat. The vibrations earned her a sharp tug of her hair, her father's hips snapping forward to bury himself deeper. She gagged or should have but her throat opened wider instead, swallowing him down like her body had been remade for this. Saliva dripped down her chin, joining the slick mess between her thighs where her mother's fingers curled just right.
Her vision blurred at the edges, the room narrowing to the feel of her father's cock twitching against her tongue, the scrape of her mother's wedding ring inside her, the way her own fingers dug into her tits hard enough to bruise. The genie's final wish thrummed in her veins, twisting her pleasure into something darker, something that tasted like shared hunger. Her mother's breath hitched against her throat, fingers speeding up. "Come for us, " she murmured, and it wasn't a request.
The orgasm tore through her like a blade, white-hot and merciless. Her back arched, tits heaving as she screamed around her father's cock, her cunt clenching around her mother's fingers in pulsing waves. Her father's curse was raw as he emptied himself down her throat, his come thick and bitter as it flooded her senses. Through the haze, she saw the genie leaning against her dresser, his scorched skin gleaming, watching with amber-black eyes as her parents peeled her apart between them. His smile was all teeth. "Fun, " he repeated softly, and the lamp shuddered on the nightstand.
Her father moved lower with deliberate slowness, his breath hot against her inner thigh as he hooked his thumbs into the soaked fabric of her panties. The cotton peeled away with a wet sound, exposing her flushed cunt to the stifling air. His exhale against her folds sent a tremor through her not fear, but something darker, hungrier. "Look at you, " he murmured, pressing a single, filthy kiss to her clit before dragging his tongue upward in one slow, searing lick. Her hips jerked involuntarily, her body betraying her with its eagerness.
The genie's laughter curled through the room like smoke as he leaned against the dresser, watching her father's tongue delve deeper. "Daddy, " she gasped as her father's teeth grazed her inner labia. His response was rough against her slick flesh: "You tasted me. Only fair I taste you proper."
Her mother's fingers slid from between her thighs, glistening, and moved upward not toward her own mouth, but toward her daughter's swollen lips. The scent of her own arousal clung to them, thick and musky. "Open, " her mother murmured, and she obeyed without thinking, parting her lips as those slick fingers pressed inside. The taste of herself was startling briny, electric and her tongue curled instinctively around the digits, sucking them deeper.
Her mother groaned, thumb circling her daughter's nipple roughly as she worked her fingers in and out of that pliant mouth. "You like that?" she breathed, watching the girl's cheeks hollow around her thrusting fingers. "Tasting yourself on me?" The words sent a fresh wave of heat between her thighs, her hips twitching against her father's relentless tongue.
"Daddy feel good, you little slut?" Her father punctuated the question with a sharp nip to her clit, the pain lancing through her like lightning. Her muffled cry vibrated around her mother's fingers, saliva pooling at the corners of her stretched lips. The genie exhaled a slow, satisfied sound as her father's tongue delved deeper, lapping at her folds with obscene precision.
Her mother pulled her fingers free with a wet pop, only to replace them instantly with her tongue, plunging past her daughter's slick lips with a hunger that bordered on feral. The taste of her own arousal mingled with the salt of her mother's sweat bitter and intoxicating as their tongues tangled in a filthy mimicry of a kiss. Her mother groaned against her mouth, fingers tightening in her hair, pulling just hard enough to make her whimper.
Below, her father's tongue worked in wicked counterpoint, broad strokes alternating with sharp flicks against her clit until her thighs trembled with the effort of staying spread. The double sensation wet heat below, bruising pressure above sent sparks skittering along her nerves, pleasure mounting with terrifying inevitability. When her father dragged his teeth lightly along her inner thigh, the sting bloomed bright and sudden, forcing a choked cry against her mother's invading tongue.
Her mother withdrew suddenly, breath ragged. "Come for daddy, slut, " she hissed, fingers twisting in her daughter's hair. The command sent a fresh pulse of slickness between her legs, her father's answering growl vibrating through her clit as he sucked it mercilessly between his lips. The world narrowed to that single point of contact the relentless pull of his mouth, the scrape of stubble against trembling flesh until her vision whited out entirely.
She came with a sound that wasn't human, back arching off the bed as her cunt clenched around nothing, waves of pleasure radiating outward until even her fingertips tingled. Through the haze, she saw the genie lick his lips in hunger, as her father lapped up her release with slow, deliberate swipes. Her mother's thumb found her nipple again, pinching just as the aftershocks hit, prolonging the agony into something sweeter.
"Mom " she gasped, voice wrecked, as she turned her head to see her father rising from between her thighs, chin glistening with her slick. His cock stood thick and flushed against his stomach, pulsing visibly with each heartbeat. Her mother traced a finger down her daughter's trembling belly, smirking when she flinched at the touch. "Look, slut, " she murmured, turning the girl's chin toward her father's erection. "You made daddy nice and hard again."
Her father groaned as his cockhead nudged her swollen pussy lips parting them just enough for the thick ridge to catch against her entrance. He paused there, letting the tension build as precum smeared her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The contrast was obscene: the searing heat of him against her oversensitive flesh, the teasing press that promised penetration without granting it. She whimpered, hips jerking upward not away, but into that unbearable friction only for her mother to pin her down with surprising strength.
"Please no, Dad it's too big, " she gasped, though her cunt pulsed around nothing, slick dripping down to soak the sheets. "It won't " The protest shattered into a ragged cry as he thrust forward in one smooth motion, the first five inches of him splitting her open with a wet, meaty sound. Her body resisted for a heartbeat muscles fluttering in panicked denial before yielding all at once, dragging him deeper with a suction that made her father curse through clenched teeth. The stretch burned, but beneath the ache throbbed a deeper hunger, her inner walls clenching rhythmically as if trying to milk him already.
Her mother's nails bit into her hips as she held her still. "Take it, " she hissed, breath hot against her daughter's ear. "Every inch." Another brutal push buried him to the hilt, her father's pubic bone grinding against her clit with enough pressure to make stars burst behind her eyelids. The fullness was obscene she could feel the outline of him inside her, the way her body strained to accommodate his girth but when he withdrew slightly, the drag of his cockhead along her inner walls sparked a pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.
"Please slow or you're going to split me in half, " she gasped, voice cracking around the words. Her father grinned slow, feral and adjusted his angle slightly, the new position making her inner muscles spasm as he hit a spot that sent liquid heat pooling low in her belly. "That's the plan, " he murmured, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as he began a ruthless rhythm, each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin on skin. The stretch burned deliciously now, her body yielding further with every push, slickness easing the way until she could feel the heat of him pulsing inside her.
Her mother moved then, straddling her face with predatory grace, one knee planted beside her daughter's head while the other leg hooked over her shoulder. The scent hit first musky and rich, the tang of arousal thick in the air before the heavy warmth of her mother's cunt settled against her lips. "Open, " her mother commanded, voice rough with want, and she obeyed without thought, tongue darting out instinctively to wet the swollen folds above her. The taste burst across her tongue salt and something indefinably primal as her mother ground down, smearing slick across her chin, her nose, the feverish heat of her cheeks.
Below, her father's thrusts grew erratic, his grip bruising on her thighs as he fucked into her with ragged, uneven strokes. The stretch burned deliciously now, her inner walls fluttering around him in helpless rhythm but then her mother lowered her head, her breath hot against the junction where her husband's cock disappeared into their daughter. The first lick was slow, deliberate the flat of her tongue dragging upward along the stretched rim of her entrance, collecting the mingled fluids that dripped from where her husband's shaft glistened. The sensation was electric; the wet heat of her mother's mouth contrasting sharply with the thick intrusion of her father's cock, the dual stimulation making her thighs tremble violently.
Her mother moaned against her folds, the vibration rippling through her cunt in tandem with her father's next thrust and then, impossibly, her mother's fingers joined the assault, circling her clit with predatory precision. The sight her husband's cock pistoning into their daughter, the girl's swollen lips stretched obscenely around him, her own tongue buried in the mess of it must have been too much. Her mother's breath hitched, then stuttered; her fingers dug into her daughter's hips as her orgasm tore through her without warning. She rolled off with a cry, collapsing onto the mattress beside them, chest heaving.
"Daddy I'm close, " the girl gasped, arching against the sheets, her thighs trembling violently. Her father growled in response a sound more animal than human and his thrusts turned erratic. His grip tightened on her hips, fingers indenting the soft flesh as he drove into her with brutal force. "Daddy going to cum inside, " he managed to choke out, his rhythm faltered for a heartbeat before resuming, harder, faster. "No no "
She hadn't finished the plea when he came. Not a pulse or two, but a seemingly endless flood, thick and hot as it spilled into her, the sensation so overwhelming her vision whited out. The spurts kept coming three, four, five until she could feel it leaking from her, dripping onto the sheets beneath them. Her father groaned, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her with a force that bordered on violence, his cock twitching with each new release.
"Oh fuck, " she gasped, her voice wrecked, her thighs twitching around him. "Daddy, your cock was so good" The words tumbled out before she could stop them, raw and honest, her cheeks flushing as she realized what she'd said.
Her mother chuckled darkly, crawling up the bed like a predator, her fingers tracing slow circles around her daughter's swollen nipples. "Think you can get him hard again with those pretty tits?" she purred, leaning down to lick a stripe up the girl's throat. "Show mommy how you'd do it."
The girl whimpered as her mother's fingers twisted her nipples roughly not pain, not quite pleasure, but something in between that sent sparks straight to her twitching cunt. She arched into the touch, her own hands rising shakily to cup her breasts, squeezing them together until the soft flesh spilled between her fingers. The scent of their sweat and sex hung thick in the air as she rubbed her tits against her father's softening cock, the friction coaxing a low groan from him.
Her mother's breath hitched against her ear hot, damp before sliding down her body with predatory grace. The first lick against her oversensitive clit was featherlight, barely there, until her mother's lips closed around it and sucked hard. The girl's thighs jerked violently, her moan breaking into a ragged cry as pleasure twisted sharply into something almost unbearable. She rocked her hips forward, fucking her father with her tits in time with her mother's tongue, the dual rhythm making her dizzy.
Her father's cock twitched against her sternum, already thickening again from the friction of her sweat-slicked cleavage. His hands closed over hers, guiding her breasts tighter around his shaft, his thumbs pressing into her nipples with enough pressure to draw a whimper from her throat. "That's it, " he growled, watching her flesh glide along his veined length, the sight of her own arousal smearing across his cockhead making her cunt clench.
Her mother's tongue found her clit again flat and deliberate this time lapping up the spill of her father's come still dripping from her stretched entrance. The vibration of her mother's hum against oversensitive flesh sent sparks skittering up her spine, her thighs quaking as she struggled to maintain the rhythm on her father's cock.
"Keep your tits tight, little whore, " her father gritted out, hips bucking upward to meet her movements. His cockhead caught against her nipple with every pass, smearing precum in glistening streaks across the pebbled flesh another sensation layered atop the unbearable heat between her legs where her mother's mouth worked with obscene precision.
She obeyed instinctively, fingers digging deeper into her own flesh, squeezing harder until her father's next thrust pushed the thick crown of him upward, brushing her parted lips. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, catching the swollen head with her tongue a brief, wet kiss before he slid back down the cleft of her tits. Salt bloomed across her tastebuds, metallic and musky, mingling with the floral sting of her mother's perfume clinging to her own sweat-slicked skin.
Her father groaned when she repeated the motion each upward stroke of her tits bringing him to her mouth in a slick, rhythmic tease. The fifth time, he paused, hips jerking forward to hold the flushed head against her lips insistently she kissed it, mouth parting just enough to taste the pearl of precum beading there. "Love your hard cock, Daddy." The admission sent a pulse of heat straight to her cunt hunger.
Her mother stopped sucking abruptly, fingers digging into the soft meat of her daughter's thighs as she pulled back with a wet pop. The sudden absence of pressure left her clitoris throbbing, oversensitive and exposed to the stifling air. "Love, " her mother murmured, voice thick with amusement, "now that you're fully hard again clam her ass". The spoken suggestion coiled between them, electric.
Her father moved off slowly, deliberately letting his cock slide from between her breasts with a slick sound that made her cheeks burn. She got up fast, knees wobbling, but instead of bolting for the door, she made a run for the dresser, fingers fumbling for the lamp’s spout as if she could force another wish out of it. The genie’s chuckle curled through the room. Before she could turn, her father’s hands closed around her waist hot, possessive and hauled her back against him, her bare tits flattening against the wall with a damp smack. The plaster was cool against her flushed skin, the contrast sharp enough to make her gasp.
"Daddy, " she whispered a plea, not a protest her fingers still pressed uselessly against the wall. Behind her, his cock nestled between her ass cheeks, thick and pulsing against the cleft of her. His breath hit the nape of her neck, uneven and damp as his grip tightened. "Tell me, " he growled, grinding forward just enough to make her toes curl against the hardwood. "Tell daddy what you want."
The words curdled in her throat filthy, impossible before spilling out in a rush. "Fuck me, " she gasped, arching back against him. "Please, daddy, fuck my ass." The admission hung in the air, thick with hunger. Her mother's chuckle came from the bed, low and knowing.
He did but first he lifted the nightgown still bunched around her stomach off her and tossed it across the room, the fabric fluttering like a surrender flag before slumping against the floor.
The initial breach was slow agonizingly so, her father’s cockhead pressing against her clenched rim with deliberate pressure, the slick from her cunt mingling with the sweat between her cheeks to ease the way. Her gasp was sharp, fragmented, as the thick crown stretched her open millimeter by torturous millimeter, the burn so intense her toes curled against the hardwood. Heat pooled low in her belly, contradictory pain that bled into pleasure as her body yielded, muscles fluttering in panicked resistance before surrendering all at once with a wet, yielding pop.
Her father groaned against the nape of her neck, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he bottomed out in one smooth, brutal push. The fullness was obscene she could feel the shape of him inside her, the way her body molded around his girth l. His breath hitched when she clenched involuntarily around him, the reflexive squeeze drawing a filthy curse from his lips. "Tight little ass, " he rasped, dragging his cock halfway out before slamming back in.
The pace was relentless from the start no gentle build, just the wet slap of skin on skin as he fucked her with single-minded intensity. Her fingers scrambled for purchase against the wall, nails scraping plaster as her body lurched forward with each thrust.
He started to say something maybe her name, maybe something filthier but she turned her head sharply and kissed him, her lips smearing against his with bruising force. The taste of herself on his tongue was dizzying, salt and musk and something faintly metallic.
Her father groaned against her mouth, hips jerking forward instinctively but then his hands slid up from her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her tits. He turned her roughly toward the dresser, pressing her palms flat against the polished wood. The surface was cool and slightly sticky under her fingertips, catching on her sweat-slicked skin as she pushed back into him with a wet grind that made them both gasp. Her reflection in the mirror was flushed, the desperate arch of her spine betraying how much deeper she wanted him. The dresser trembled under their combined weight.
As her daddy paused for a second breath hitching, cock twitching inside her. She noticed two things. First: the genie’s skin, looked more human now a sandy tan instead of scorched honey. Second: was the brass lamp sat on the nightstand, its surface gleaming like new, no trace of tarnish on it.
On the next thrust, the lamp fell onto its side with a heavy clunk. The sound echoed sharply in the room, a punctuation mark to their ragged breathing. It rolled slightly, revealing an inscription she hadn’t seen before carved deep into the base in jagged script: *only a slut can free the trapped one*.
Her father pulled her back from the dresser with a sharp jerk, his cock still buried deep inside her ass. His arms locked around her waist, dragging her upright against his chest as she gasped at the sudden shift. The genie now fully naked stepped forward, his golden eyes reflecting the lamp's unnatural gleam. He caught her under her thighs and lifted her effortlessly, her legs parting instinctively around his hips even as her father’s cock twitched inside her rear passage.
The genie slid into her cunt with one slick upward thrust, filling her completely she could feel the stretch of him pressing against the thin membrane separating her father’s cock in her ass. The sensation was dizzying, her body impossibly accommodating both of them, each thrust from one shifting the other inside her.
The rhythm was brutal her father pulling out just as the genie slammed home, then reversing the motion in perfect sync. The double penetration sent sparks of white-hot pleasure arcing up her spine, her inner muscles fluttering around their cocks in helpless spasms. The dresser mirror rattled with each impact, her reflection blurred by sweat and movement flushed skin, swollen lips, eyes wide with shock and hunger.
Her orgasm hit without warning, ripping through her with such violence her vision blacked out for a heartbeat. She came with a soundless scream, her cunt and ass clamping down in alternating pulses around their cocks milking them both as her hips jerked uncontrollably between their bodies. The genie’s fingers dug into her thighs, his golden eyes flaring brighter as he watched her unravel, his thrusts never faltering even as her father groaned and spilled inside her again. The lamp on the nightstand rolled once more, the inscription now glowing faintly in the dim light.
Her father pulled out weakly his cock slipping free with a slick, obscene pop and stumbled toward the bed, collapsing onto the mussed sheets. Sweat slicked his chest, his breathing ragged. She could feel the genie’s cock twitching inside her cunt in response, his hips snapping forward to bury himself deeper.
The dresser groaned beneath her weight as the genie pinned her flat against its polished surface. Her back stuck to the wood cool at first, then warming under the heat of her own skin. Her legs dangled off the edges, useless.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust heavy, pendulous movements that drew his gaze like a magnet. The genie grinned, slow and feral, watching her nipples swing wildly with each impact. His fingers dug deeper into her thighs, hauling her hips closer as he fucked up into her with punishing precision.
She whimpered high and broken when he dragged his cock out almost entirely, leaving just the swollen head nestled inside her clenching entrance. The pause stretched, unbearable, until he snapped forward again, slamming home hard enough to jolt her breasts upward in a wet slap against her collarbones. The sensation was dizzying, pleasure skittering across her oversensitive skin with each bounce.
"Look at them, " the genie growled, thumb brushing her peaked nipple as her tits swayed with his next thrust. His fingers tightened around the soft flesh, squeezing just shy of pain as her body jerked forward again. "Perfect little sluts, just like their owner."
His groan vibrated through her sternum when she arched into his grip, her cunt fluttering around his cock in helpless pulses. The dresser rattled beneath them, her sweat-slicked back sticking to the polished wood with each punishing snap of his hips. His free hand slid between them, fingers finding her clit with devastating precision not circling, but pressing down hard enough to make her vision whiten at the edges.
"Cum for me, " the genie growled against her ear, his teeth grazing the shell as his thumb rolled tight circles over her swollen flesh. His cock twitched inside her, every vein pressing against her inner walls with obscene clarity. Her gasp was ragged, torn from her throat as his fingers pinned her clit just right not pleasure, not yet, but the promise of it coiled so tight she couldn’t breathe.
Her body arched off the dresser, breasts heaving as she came with a scream, her cunt pulsing around him in wet, greedy spasms. The orgasm hit like a fever breaking hot and shuddering, her thighs trembling. The genie didn’t slow, fucking her through it with brutal precision, his hips snapping forward to keep her suspended in that white-hot space between pleasure and pain.
She gasped for air, he genie’s breath was ragged against her ear as he growled, "Cum for me again, my good slut." The command vibrated through her, a live wire against her oversensitive nerves, and her body obeyed before her mind could catch up another climax wrenching through her with a violence that left her twitching like a gutted fish.
His fingers tangled in her hair, as he pistoned into her, each thrust driving a from her lips. The lamp on the nightstand shook, the inscription now glowing molten gold *only a slut can free the trapped one*, as his cock swelled inside her.
"You're going to cum one more slut, " the genie growled into her ear, his voice thick. His thrusts turned erratic, hips jerking forward as if trying to fuse their bodies together. She felt it the moment his body tensed, every muscle locking in place as his cock pulsed deep inside her, flooding her cunt with heat that seemed to sear straight up her spine.
The first spurt hit her cervix with enough force to make her gasp, her inner walls clamping down as if trying to milk him dry. The second came hotter, thicker, and she arched off the dresser with a broken moan, her own climax crashing over her in waves as his spend painted her insides. By the third pulse, she could feel the slick overflow trickling down her thighs, mixing with the sweat between her legs.
Her father groaned from the bed a rough, approving sound as the genie abruptly pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. The sudden emptiness made her whimper, her cunt twitching around nothing. He ignored her, gripping himself with one hand while the other fisted in her hair, tilting her head back.
The first hot stripe landed across her right breast, thick and viscous, clinging to the curve before sliding downward in a slow, glistening trail. The second spurt hit her stomach a perfect pearl landing just below her navel, quivering with each ragged breath she took. The third splashed against her left nipple, the seed pooling in the crease before spilling over the swollen peak. The last landed directly on her belly button, filling the shallow dip like a shot glass before overflowing in sticky rivulets down her hip.
The genie's fingers loosened in her hair as he stepped back, his chest heaving. "I am free, " he rasped, his voice thick with something darker than satisfaction. His golden eyes flickered toward the lamp, now glowing faintly on the nightstand. "But you" His thumb swiped through the mess on her sternum, smearing it across her flushed skin in a slow, deliberate circle. His grinned "Rub the lamp if you ever need others wishes." Then he disappeared not in a swirl of smoke, but in the space between breaths. One heartbeat he was there, his heat pressed against her trembling thighs, the next gone.
Her father's hands closed around her waist from behind, lifting her off the dresser as if she weighed nothing. Her legs wobbled, muscles liquid with exhaustion, but he steadied her effortlessly. His fingers traced the sticky trails on her stomach with a reverence that made her shiver. "Let's get you to bed." His voice was rougher than she'd ever heard it, scraped raw from groans and growls. She nodded dumbly, her eyelids heavy, her body humming with oversensitivity. He guided her toward the mattress with surprising tenderness, his palm warm against the small of her back.
Her mother was already there, the sheets pulled back not hastily, but with deliberate care. The linen smelled faintly of lavender and sweat, the fabric cool against her overheated skin as she sank into it. Her mother's fingers brushed her damp hair from her forehead, the touch lingering just long enough to make her breath hitch. "Rest now, " her mother murmured. The lamp sat on the nightstand, its surface gleaming faintly in the dim light, the inscription now visible.
Over at the antique shop, the genie materialized with none of his usual theatrics�just a whisper of charred sugar clinging to his collarbones as he stepped out from behind the mahogany counter. The shopkeeper didn't glance up from his ledger, his pen scratching across the page with deliberate precision.
"I'm free, " the genie said, drumming fingers against a display case of ivory dominos. The shopkeeper finally looked up, his gaze lingering on the genie’s human-tan skin. The genie continued, licking his lips as if savoring the memory of her taste, "she’s quite the little slut."
The shopkeeper's pen hovered over the ledger, eyes narrowing. "And the plan?" The genie traced a finger through the dust on the counter, drawing lazy circles that darkened his fingertip. "She'll rub the lamp again�they always do.
"We start with the school principal first, " the genie murmured, lips curving as he recalled the way April's had trembled under him. The shopkeeper's pen stilled. "Police force next?" he asked, though it wasn't really a question. He exhaled slowly, "Then the mayor, " he said at last, voice thick with promise.
The genie's fingers twitched against the countertop, remembering the vice-grip of April's cunt milking him dry. "Anyone who cums inside her becomes ours to influence same as anyone they cum in after does too." The shopkeeper asked "Her family too?." The genie grinned, teeth flashing white against his newly human skin. "No. But after tonight that won't be a problem."
The shopkeeper set his pen down carefully, the nib leaving a dark smudge on the ledger. His knuckles whitened around the edge of the counter. "And my reward?" he asked, voice rougher than intended. The genie traced a fingertip along the shopkeeper’s wrist, feeling the pulse jump beneath his touch. "You get your turn after the principal, " he murmured, watching the man’s breath hitch a sharp, audible sound in the dusty quiet of the shop.
The genie plucked a champagne flute from thin air crystal smudged with fingerprints, the stem still warm from some unseen hand�and pressed it into the shopkeeper’s grip. The liquid inside fizzed faintly, bubbles clinging to the rim like glassy pearls. "To taking control of this town, " the genie purred.