"The shopkeeper deserves a reward, " the genie says, April lay sprawled across her bed, her fingers tracing the curve of her lips as she considered it. "What do you think he'll want?" April asked, her smile widening as she imagined the possibilities. His laughter was low, warm, and just a little dangerous. "Your body, " he answered, April's breath caught not in fear, but anticipation. She laughed, throaty and unguarded, and the genie's grin matched hers. "I hope so too, " she murmured.
She went back to the antique shop the next day dressed in tight black track pants and a black zip-up hoody the kind that clung to every curve and made her sweat pool between her shoulder blades.
As the shopkeeper looked up from polishing a tarnished silver teapot, she unzipped the hoody slowly, tossing it on the counter revealing the pink crop top underneath. The words "FUCK TOY" stretched taut across her chest, the fabric straining where her nipples pressed against it.
The bell jingled as she pushed past him towards the spiral staircase, her ass swaying with deliberate rhythm. "Lock up, " she called over her shoulder, "and meet me upstairs."
It took him longer than it should have fumbling with keys, hands shaking with urgency but when he finally crested the stairs, the sight stole his breath. April was sprawled across the worn leather sofa, one hand hooked inside the waistband of her track pants, fingers working in slow, slick circles just visible beneath the fabric. The dim overhead light caught the sweat glistening at her collarbone, her chest rising fast as she arched slightly, letting out a soft moan. She didn't stop when she noticed him; instead, her free hand beckoned him over.
He crossed the room in three strides, knees pressing into the sofa as she guided his left hand to join hers, sliding his fingers beneath the elastic. The heat hit him first, the sheer wetness of her, the way her thighs trembled when his fingertips traced the swollen folds she'd already worked open. April's breath stuttered, her hips rolling up against their entangled hands, the motion smearing slickness up his wrist. "Feel that?" she whispered, voice thick and uneven. "That's how much I wanted you."
Her right hand fished his cock out through his zipper no boxers, just bare skin already flushed and pulsing against her palm. The first stroke drew a hiss through his teeth, his hips jerking forward before he could stop himself. She tightened her grip, thumb swiping over the leaking head just to watch his eyelids flutter. "You're so fucking hard, " she murmured, her grip alternating between slow drags and quick, twisting pumps that made his thighs tense. "Been thinking about this since first laid eyes on me, haven't you?"
His hand slid free from her pants with a wet sound, fingers glistening as he rounded the sofa in two quick strides. April barely had time to smirk before he hooked both thumbs into her waistband, dragging the fabric down her thighs in one rough pull. The elastic caught briefly at her knees then she kicked free, letting the pants fly somewhere behind him. Cool air ghosted over her exposed skin, the contrast making her nipples peak tighter against the cotton of her top. "Better, " she breathed, spreading her legs wider against the leather, the scent of her arousal thick between them.His own pants followed not the slow tease she might've orchestrated, but a fumbling, desperate shove past his hips that left them pooled around his ankles. He stepped out without breaking eye contact, his cock bobbing heavily against his stomach, already leaking onto his own skin. April's tongue darted out to wet her lips at the sight, "Look at you, " she murmured, "so hard for me?"
Then he moved too fast for her to anticipate one arm hooking under her knees while the other braced behind her shoulders. The world tipped violently; ceiling and floor swapped places as he lifted her clean off the sofa. April gasped, her hair swinging loose like a pendulum as her back arched instinctively, fingers scrabbling for purchase against his thighs. But he adjusted his grip effortlessly both arms wrapped her pressed close to him, tilting her further until gravity did the rest her head dropping backward until her lips hovered inches from the flushed, twitching head of his cock.
The scent of him flooded her senses, musk and salt and the electric tang of precum beading at the slit. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his thighs trembled slightly as he held her suspended. "Suck, " he growled. Her jaw went slack just as he lowered her the final inch, the blunt crown catching against her bottom lip before sliding effortlessly inside.
As she did, he started to eat her pussy his mouth hot and relentless against her, tongue carving slow, filthy circles around her clit before flattening to drag upward through slick folds. April's moan vibrated around his cock, thighs clamping reflexively around his shoulders as his teeth grazed her inner thigh. He didn't let up, alternating between broad, wet strokes and pinpoint flicks that sent sparks skittering up her spine. Every pull of her lips on him was mirrored by the suction of his against her, a filthy feedback loop that had her toes curling.
Then sharp and sudden his teeth closed lightly on her clit, just enough pressure to make her back arch violently, her cry muffled around his length. The sensation arrowed through her, a live wire sparking between her hips and the base of her skull. Her thighs trembled, muscles locking as the first jet of release hit his chin, hot and unexpected. He groaned against her, lapping faster now, tongue catching every pulse as she came apart, her orgasm cresting in waves that left her gasping.
She pulled off with an obscene pop, her lips slick and swollen, sucking in air as she blinked up at him through wet lashes. "Oh fuck, " she panted, voice wrecked, her hands tightening on his thighs where she'd left crescent marks.
The shopkeeper lowered her slowly so slowly back onto the sofa, her hips still jerking in tiny aftershocks against the leather. Her parted thighs glistening under the dim light where he'd thoroughly ruined her.
Then he stood abruptly, tearing his shirt over his head with a violence that popped two buttons loose, the discarded fabric hitting the ground with a whisper. April barely had time to process the lean muscle revealed before he was on her again, his cock sliding hot and firm beneath the hem of her pink crop top. The fabric rode up instantly, trapped between them as he pressed her tits around the thick shaft with both hands.
The sudden heat against her nipples already stiff from arousal made her gasp. She could feel every vein, every pulse of him as he dragged the swollen head between her breasts, leaving a slick trail of precum that cooled almost instantly in the air. "You're so fucking soft, " he growled, his grip tightening almost painfully as he thrust shallowly between them, the friction drawing twin moans from them both.
Her hands joined his, fingers interlacing over his knuckles as she pressed her own palms tighter against her tits, squeezing him between overheated flesh. The stretch of her skin, the way her pinkened nipples scraped against the top. April arched higher into the contact, her breath coming in quick, sharp bursts. Beneath her fingertips, she could feel the tendons in his hands flexing with each possessive squeeze. "Harder, " she demanded, her nails digging crescents into his skin.
The neckline of her top strained as his cockhead pushed insistently against the seam, the damp fabric yielding millimeter by millimeter. April gasped as the tip breached the stretched-out neck hole, the glossy crown emerging slick with her sweat and his precum. The elastic rode up beneath her breasts like a primitive corset, the altered tightness making her nipples even more pronounced beneath the crumpled fabric.
Then he cum violently, his hips snapping forward in three short, ragged thrusts that forced more of his length up through the neckline. The first hot spurt painted the underside of her chin. The second hit her collarbone in thick ropes while the third pulsed directly between her tits under the top, the white stripes soaking into the pink fabric. She watched his face twist, eyes screwed shut as his cock twitched against her, still dribbling weakly between her tits.
He pulled out from between her tits and sat on the sofa, cock gone soft against his thigh with a wet slap. April took her top off not with teasing slowness, but in one fluid motion. The fabric clung briefly to her sticky skin before she tossed it aside, her nipples still stiff and pink from the friction. Cool air ghosted over the come cooling on her chest.
Without a word, she slid to the hardwood floor between his legs, her knees spreading wide on the rough planks. He barely had time to groan before she took him in her mouth not timidly, but with the full weight of him pressing against the back of her throat. His fingers tangled automatically in her hair, not yanking, just guiding her rhythm as she hollowed her cheeks around him. The shopkeeper's grip was light but firm, his thumb stroking her temple in counterpoint to her sucking.
April hummed around him, feeling the way his skin twitched against her tongue, the salt-bitter taste of his last orgasm still lingering. Her nails dug into his thighs as she pulled off with a filthy pop, watching his cock jerk against his stomach, still half-soft but filling fast. "Again, " she murmured, and dove back down before he could reply, her tongue swirling around the frenulum in tight circles. This time when she took him deep, she swallowed deliberately, the convulsion of her throat muscles drawing a ragged curse from above her.
His hips bucked once just once before she pinned him flat against the sofa with both hands on his pelvis. She wanted him utterly at her mercy, his cock throbbing against her lips but denied the friction he craved. The control was dizzying; she could feel the tension coiling in his thighs, the way his abs flexed when she teased the slit with just the tip of her tongue.
Then she stopped entirely, resting her forehead against his inner thigh while his cock twitched untouched, inches from her lips. His ragged breathing filled the silence. When she finally looked up, his jaw clenched tight. "Fucking hell, " he rasped, his voice wrecked. April just smiled.
She got up. In one fluid motion, she swung her leg over his lap, her damp thighs pressing against his hips but before she could react, she felt his hands grip her waist. He lifted her clean off him with a grunt, her startled gasp dissolving into laughter as he carried her toward the heavy oak dinner table. silverware rattled when her bare ass hit the polished surface.
She barely had time to register the cold wood under her thighs before he hooked her knees over his shoulders, her back arching instinctively as his cock slid into her without warning one deep thrust that punched the breath from her lungs. April's fingers scrabbled against the table’s edge, her hips rising to meet each snap of his hips, the slap of skin echoing off the shelves.
The stretch was exquisite almost too much at first but her body yielded greedily, the ache giving way to a molten pressure that coiled tighter with every drag of his cockhead against her swollen walls. She could feel every ridge, every vein, the way his pulse throbbed inside her as he fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes that left her gasping.
His thumbs found her nipples on the next thrust, pinching hard as he buried himself to the hilt. The sharp sting radiated outward, heat blooming between her thighs as she arched into the pain, her thighs tightening around his shoulders. He held her there, suspended between pleasure and the delicious bite of his fingers, her body trembling around him.
Then, as he withdrew with agonizing slowness, his grip shifted fingers twisting, pulling her stiffened nipples taut until she gasped. The sensation arced straight to her clit, a live wire of pleasure-pain that made her toes curl against his back. Every inch of his retreat was matched by the insistent drag of his hands, leaving her skin flushed and hypersensitive.
When he snapped forward again, it wasn't just the abruptness that stole her breath it was the way he angled his hips sharply upward, forcing the swollen head of his cock to grind against that sweet, spongy spot inside her. The first impact drew a choked cry from her throat; the second had her nails gouging crescent moons into the table's edge. Wood creaked beneath them as he set a brutal pace, each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin.
April's vision blurred at the edges, her body reduced to a conduit of sensation. He fucked her like he was trying to carve his shape into her, relentless in a way that teetered on the edge of too much.
And then just as her orgasm began to crest he slowed again, his hands abandoning her abused nipples to clamp around her hips. His cock twitched inside her as he held her suspended, his breath ragged against her neck. "Not yet, " he growled, the words vibrating against her pulse point. The denial was exquisite torture, every muscle in her body quivering on the precipice. Her thighs trembled against his shoulders, slick with exertion, her cunt clenching around him in desperate, involuntary pulses.
She could feel his smirk against her skin before he moved again this time with a slow, rolling grind that made her whimper. His thumb found her clit, pressing just shy of enough pressure, circling in lazy counterpoint to the shallow thrusts. The contrast was maddening; her hips jerked erratically, chasing friction he refused to give. Then came the whisper hot against her earlobe, rough with restraint "Ask for it." April nearly sobbed, as his cock twitched inside her, thick and unyielding. She arched against him, her voice breaking around the words, "Please let me cum on your big cock."
He groaned, low and dark, as his fingers tightened around her hips. "Yeah?" Another slow, torturous grind. She could feel the way his pulse rabbited against her clit through the thin layers of skin, the way his balls tightened against her ass. The tension coiled unbearably then snapped. His thrusts turned brutal, piston-like, the table's edge digging into her lower back with each snap of his hips. April came with a loud scream, her cunt clamping down in rhythmic spasms that pulled the first hot jet from him before he'd even stopped moving.
He fucked her through it didn't slow, didn't pause just buried himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed inside her. The second spurt hit deeper, a scalding flood that made her thighs jerk against his shoulders. She could feel each distinct pulse three, four each hotter than the last, filling her in thick waves as his hips stuttered against hers. The fifth came with a growl, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as his fingers bit bruises into her waist. By the sixth, her orgasm had crested again, her body milking him with shallow, involuntary clenches that left them both trembling.
Then he moved too fast for her spent limbs to resist lifting her off the table with an effortless heave. Her legs dangled uselessly, still twitching with aftershocks as he carried her across the room. The abrupt shift made her clutch at his neck, her forehead pressing into the damp hollow of his throat where his pulse still raced. She barely registered the muffled clatter of her knees bumping against antique frames on the walls before the mattress hit her back soft the sheets rumpled from last night's restless sleep.
"Rest now." His voice was rough as calloused fingers traced the curve of her hip not a request, but an order layered with unspoken promises. April exhaled against the pillow, her lungs still struggling to regulate as she watched through heavy-lidded eyes while he peeled her thighs apart once more. His thumb pressed insistently against her swollen clit, dragging a broken whimper from her throat. "I want you awake, " he murmured, following the words with a sharp pinch that made her spine arch off the mattress, "when I use this ass."
The digital clock on the nightstand read 10:08 when her lashes fluttered shut the last clear memory before exhaustion dragged her under. She woke to the same red numerals blinking 14:50, sunlight cutting sharp angles across the rumpled sheets. April stretched and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her bare feet hit chilly hardwood as she padded toward the dresser not for clothes, but for the glass of water gleaming under the afternoon light.
That's when she spotted it a battered passport splayed open beside a tarnished brass box. The shopkeeper's name glared up at her in blocky official font: **MARIO LUMBER**. She almost laughed at the absurdity of it. The photo showed him younger, clean-shaven, his eyes devoid of the hunger that had her on the table hours ago.
April swallowed the water in one go, the cold liquid doing nothing to cut through the sudden heat prickling her skin. She made her way out to him ankles still tacky with dried sweat, her bare soles sticking slightly to the hardwood with each step. The sight that greeted her in the kitchen wasn't the rough, frenzied lover from the antique shop: Mario stood at the stove in nothing, the muscles along his shoulders flexed as he flipped a golden-brown pancake.
Her stomach growled both from hunger and the way his movements made his cock sway slightly against his thigh and Mario glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. "Come eat, " he murmured, emphasizing the last word just enough to make her nipples tighten. April slid onto the stool, her bare thighs sticking to the polished wood as she watched him plate two stacks with practiced ease. The scent of maple syrup clung to his fingers when he pushed the plate toward her, mingling with something muskier beneath.
April speared a bite, letting the fork drag slowly from her lips. "So, " she said around a mouthful of pancake, watching his eyes track the motion, "you don’t have a brother called Luigi who’s going to show up, do you?". Mario snorted, shaking his head as he leaned against the table. His laughter was rough the kind that came from deep in the chest, the kind that made her thighs press together under the breakfast bar. "Should’ve moved that passport before you saw it, " he admitted, thumb swiping syrup from the corner of his mouth.
The last bite was still warm on her tongue when she stood abruptly, the stool scraping against tile. His hips were bracketed between her knees before he could blink, her fingers curling around him not tentative, not teasing, just firm and immediate. The heat of his cock against her palm was already thickening, the skin velvety over iron-hard flesh. "This, " she murmured, thumb pressing into the wet slit, smearing a bead of precum down the shaft, "has an appointment with my ass."
He barely had time to grunt before she pivoted sharply, yanking him forward by his cock with a grip that made his thighs tense. The sudden motion pulled the air from his lungs half shock, half pleasure as she dragged him stumbling after her down the hallway. His hips jerked involuntarily, his length twitching in her fist with each step, the friction rough enough to make his teeth sink into his lower lip. The carpet burned against his bare soles as she hauled him past the threshold, her shoulder shoving the bedroom door wider with a thud against the wall.
April stopped abruptly at the foot of the bed, releasing him so suddenly he swayed. The sound of the sheets rustling filled the silence as she bent forward, elbows propped on the mattress, her ass tilted back in deliberate offering.His breath hitched when he saw it the way her cheeks were still faintly pink from earlier, the slight sheen of sweat making the skin glisten. He didn’t hesitate. A rough exhale escaped him as he dropped to his knees, palms sliding up the backs of her thighs before spreading her wide. The first lick was slow just the flat of his tongue dragging from taint to tailbone and April gasped, her hips jerking backward into the contact before she could stop herself.
His grip tightened, fingers sinking into the plush flesh of her ass as he dove deeper, tongue probing the tight furl with a wet, insistent pressure that had her fingers curling into the sheets. The contrast was dizzying the slick heat of his mouth working her open. "Fuck" she choked out, fingers twisting in the sheets as he hummed against her, the vibration traveling straight to her spine.
Then without warning his fingers replaced his tongue, two digits plunging in with a sharp twist that stole her breath. The stretch burned deliciously, the rough pads of his fingers curling forward to drag against that secret spot inside her. April's vision swam, her knees buckling slightly as he pumped his hand in short, punishing strokes, his free palm smacking the curve of her left ass check lightly.
It repeated that same slow drag of his fingers but he added a third finger mid-thrust, the sudden intrusion making her thighs shake violently. Her elbows gave way entirely, her upper body collapsing onto the mattress as she gasped into the sheets, her back arching instinctively to take him deeper. The angle shifted, his knuckles grinding against her clit with each inward push, the dual sensations blurring into one overwhelming tide.
Then he moved too fast for her overloaded nerves to process his fingers withdrawing with a wet pop before she felt the blunt, insistent pressure of his cockhead against her. He entered her ass from behind in one smooth thrust, the stretch bordering on painful until he rolled onto his back mid-stroke, pulling her atop him in the same motion. April's breath caught at the sudden inversion, her knees bracketing his hips as gravity seated her deeper onto his cock, the unexpected fullness making her whimper.
Her spine arched instinctively, her back flush against his chest before she realized his intent. He hooked an elbow under her knee, lifting her thigh higher to open her further as his other hand slid to her clit the thumb making light circles, while his hips began a slow, rolling rhythm beneath her. Every upward thrust dragged his cockhead against that sweet, secret spot inside her.
Then without warning he increased the pace sharply, his grip tightening on her thigh as he drove up into her with quick, shallow snaps. The shift from languid rolls to urgent pistoning made her gasp, her fingers scrabbling against the damp sheets for purchase. She could feel every vein on his cock now, the ridges rubbing her raw as sweat pooled in the hollow of her spine where his chest pressed hot against her.
His thumb left her clit abruptly just as she was cresting to slide two fingers into her pussy alongside his cock in her ass. The sudden stretch was obscene, the way her body yielded to the intrusion with a wet gasp that had him groaning against her shoulder. He didn't pause, didn't gentle the rhythm just fucked up into her with relentless precision, his fingers curling against her front wall in counterpoint to his cock's assault from behind.
April came hard and loud, as her cunt spasmed around his fingers then the third finger went in, twisting deep as her orgasm peaked. her body clamping down on the intrusion even as she shuddered through aftershocks. He didn't relent, scissoring his fingers slowly within her slick heat while his cock remained buried to the hilt in her ass, the dual fullness leaving her breathless.
Once the aftershocks finished, he removed his fingers with a wet pop and flipped her to his right her palms slapped against the mattress, knees digging into the sheets as he withdrew completely from her ass only to slam back in from this new angle. The sudden shift had her seeing stars; the headboard rattled against the wall with the force of his thrust, her spine arching like a drawn bowstring. His hand fisted in her hair, not just lifting her head up to look straight as he fucked into her with shallow, punishing snaps that made her whimper.
April’s reflection in the wardrobe mirror across the room was wrecked her lips swollen, her nipples still stiff and flushed, her thighs trembling each time his hips met hers. The irony wasn’t lost on her she was facing the two-door mirrored wardrobe, and draped over the chair beside it was her discarded tank top, the words *FUCK TOP* stretched out and still damp with sweat, the letters clear as day in the reflection. She’d worn it as a joke this morning, never expecting it to be this literal. His chuckle was rough against her ear, his teeth grazing the shell as he followed her gaze. "Fitting, " he growled, punctuating the word with a thrust so deep it knocked a gasp from her lungs.
Then his hands slid up her back, fingers tracing the sweat-slick ridges of her spine before clamping around her wrists not gently, not hesitantly, but with the certainty of a man who knew exactly how far he could push. He yanked her arms back sharply, stretching her full length against him, her shoulders straining as he forced her spine into a taut arch. The angle made her breath hitch; every inch of her torso was exposed, her breasts jutting forward, her ribs flaring with each ragged inhale. His thumbs pressed into the delicate bones of her wrists, pinning them together at the small of her back while his cock pulsed inside her, the stretch bordering on pain.
She felt the shift before she saw it his hips pulling back torturously slow, the drag of his cock leaving her clenching around nothing, her ass twitching emptily. Then he drove forward in one brutal thrust, the slap of skin echoing off the mirrored wardrobe doors. Again. Again. Harder. Harder. Harder. Her vision fractured with each snap of his hips, her reflection in the mirror flickering like a broken film reel. She didn’t realize she was begging aloud until his free hand fisted in her hair, wrenching her head back to expose the frantic flutter of her pulse. "Say it again, " he growled against her ear, his teeth grazing the lobe.
She barely recognized her own voice raw, wrecked as it spilled between gasps. "Harder please fuck me harder " The words dissolved into a keening moan when he obliged, his grip on her wrists tightening as he pistoned into her with jackhammer precision. The angle changed just slightly, his cock gliding over that secret ridge inside her with every inward stroke, the sensation like a live wire sparking against her nerves. Her thighs trembled violently, her calves cramping where they pressed against his, but she couldn’t stop the way her body arched toward him, greedy for more.
The realization hit her like the slap of his hips against her ass: she *wanted* this needed it needed to be used, stretched, filled beyond reason. The genie’s words coiled hot in her memory, mingling with the slick sounds of their bodies joining. She *was* a slut, and the truth of it sent another tremor through her, her cunt clenching around nothing as her ass took him deeper.
The first thick pulse of his cum hit her inner walls like a brand, and she screamed not from pain, but from the sheer *fullness* of it, the way his cock twitched inside her as if marking territory. The second spurt came harder, hotter, her body milking him with involuntary contractions that had his fingers digging bruises into her wrists. Her knees threatened to give way, but he held her upright effortlessly, his grip the only tether as her vision whited out.
Her own release came without warning a violent, shuddering squirt that splattered against his thighs and the sheets beneath, her with the sheer force of it. The wet heat of her own pleasure trickled down her inner thighs, mingling with the sweat and his cum leaking from her ass, a filthy cocktail that made her whimper. His groan was raw, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into her a third time, each pulse drawing another broken sound from her throat.
When he finally stilled, his cock still buried deep, her arms trembled in his grip, her muscles slack with exhaustion. Then just as her muscles began to unlock he pulled out abruptly, his cock slipping free with a wet pop that sent a shudder down her spine. Cool air brushed over the mess he’d left behind, the contrast almost cruel against the heat still radiating through her. His fingers let go on her wrists, letting her drop forward onto her chest panting instead. "Good, " he murmured as he leans down against her shoulder.
Then a knock at the shop door downstairs. Three sharp raps, deliberate, impatient. The sound cut through the haze of sweat and exhaustion like a blade. April froze, her breath hitching mid-inhale, her pulse suddenly loud in her ears. Mario stiffened behind her, his palm flattening between her shoulder blades half restraint, half reassurance. Another knock louder this time followed by the jingle of the bell as someone tested the locked door.
"Shit, " Mario muttered against her damp skin, pulling away with a wet sound that made her clench involuntarily. He rolled off the bed in one fluid motion, snatching pants from the wardrobe with a haste that sent a belt buckle clattering against the hardwood. April twisted onto her side just in time to see him button the fly one-handed while pressing a finger to his lips silent, urgent.
Downstairs, the knocking escalated into pounding hard enough to rattle the antique hinges. She heard the muffled slide of the deadbolt, the creak of the shop door opening, then the unmistakable rasp of a cop clearing his throat. "Problem, officer?" Mario's voice was rough but controlled, the kind of tone that made the hairs on her arms lift like he'd done this before.
April scrambled her bare feet nearly slipping on the hardwood and pressed herself against the bedroom window, peeling back the dusty lace curtain just enough to see. The cop stood broad-shouldered in his uniform, thumbs hooked in his belt loops, scanning the shop with the slow disdain of municipal authority. "Got a complaint, " he said, voice sharp enough to carry through the glass. "passer by said they heard screaming."
Mario's laughter was sudden too loud, too bright as he rubbed the back of his neck with studied sheepishness. "Sorry about that, officer. Just some" he gestured vaguely toward the mounted flatscreen behind the counter "adult film. Couldn't find batteries for the remote." His grin was all white teeth and practiced charm.
The cop's gaze lingered on the fresh scratches down Mario's forearm, then flicked upward toward the ceiling where April's bare toes were still curled against the footboard in post-orgasmic tension. The thin floorboards groaned as she shifted her weight, the sound unmistakable. His fingers twitched near his holster. "You here alone?", Mario's reply came a beat too fast: "Yeah."
The officer stepped past him, his polished boots scuffing against the threshold. His index finger jabbed toward the black zip-up hoody crumpled near the register the one April had peeled off hours ago. The fabric was inside out now, the lining still damp with her sweat, the zipper glinting under the fluorescents. "Yours?". Mario didn’t hesitate. "Niece left that earlier." His knuckles whitened against the doorframe not from nerves, but from the memory of April’s thighs clamping his hips as he lied through his teeth.
The cop pointed at the stairs slow, deliberate his thumb resting on his holster. "Mind if I take a look around upstairs? Be sure." Mario exhaled through his nose, "Mario, sure, " he said, spreading his hands wide, "but it's only me here." The lie pooled slick and hot between them, his cock still damp against his thigh where he'd tucked it into his pants.
April didn't think just moved her bare heels lifting soundlessly off the floorboards as she slid into the mirrored wardrobe's left panel grabbing her tank top on the way in. The gap between the doors was barely wider than her thumb, the angled reflection allowing her a sliver of the room while keeping her hidden.
The cop's boots hit the stairs one measured step at a time the creak of wood telegraphing his ascent. Mario followed close behind, his bare feet silent, fingers twitching once toward the bed where April's sweat still darkened the sheets. The officer paused at the landing, taking in the disheveled room the twisted sheets, the damp handprint smeared across the wardrobe mirror, the unmistakable musk thick in the air.
The cop after a quick look in all rooms "porn, huh?" The cop's knuckle rapped against the wardrobe door beside April's hiding spot, the vibration traveling through the wood to prickle against her bare shoulder. She held her breath, the fabric of her tank top pressed against her chest incase he opens the door. The officer's sigh was heavy with bureaucratic exhaustion as he turned toward Mario. "Next time" keep it down.April stayed frozen long after the cop's boots retreated down the stairs until the shop bell jingled shut.
Mario's fingers were already prying open the wardrobe when April burst out not with relief, but with frantic motion. "That cop was my brother, " she hissed, "I didn't know he was back." Her thighs stuck together with cooling sweat as she scrambled for her discarded track pants, yanking them up over still-trembling legs. Mario caught her elbow as she lunged for the stairs, his thumb pressing into the tender hollow where her pulse jumped.
"Breathe, " he growled, dragging her back against his chest not gentle, just firm enough to stop her frantic momentum. The heat of his palm spread through her ribs with each inhale he forced into her lungs. "give it 10 minutes to make sure he's gone" Mario says. After the 10 minutes are up April opens the shop door heading home, wait don't forget this.as she turns Mario tosses her black zip-up hoody to her.
The genie materialized just as the shop door clicked shut behind April not in a puff of smoke, but in the space between one blink and the next, his form coalescing from the shadows near the staircase. "You enjoyed her, "Mario wiped his palms on his thighs, the ghost of April’s sweat still clinging to his fingertips. "Best fuck I’ve had in years, " he admitted, watching the genie’s grin widen like a crack in dry earth. The admission hung between them, thick as the musk still lingering in the air.
Then Mario’s shoulders tensed, his fingers twitching on the counter. The genie’s chuckle was low. "Problem?" Mario’s jaw worked silently before he forced the words out. Turns out her brother’s a cop too, same one who just walked out that door."
The genie stretched lazily, his grin widening. "And?" Mario’s throat clicked as he swallowed. "And I just lied to his face with my dick still wet from his sister." The genie’s teeth flashed in the dim light sharp, amused. "We wait, " he murmured, leaning back against the shelves. "And I’ll him watch." The air thickened between them, charged like the moment before a storm breaks.
The cop April’s brother didn’t disappoint. The genie perched invisibly on his couch three nights later, watching as the officer’s knuckles whitened around his phone. The screen glowed blue in the dark, casting sharp shadows under his jaw as he scrolled same category every time: *Older Brother / Younger Sister*. The genie’s smirk deepened when the cop’s thumb hesitated over a thumbnail a girl with April’s smirk, April’s throaty laugh. His breathing hitched, the sound ragged in the quiet room.
His free hand slid under the waistband of his sweats, fingers curling around himself with a jerk that betrayed long practice. The genie leaned closer, catching the muttered "April" as it escaped his lips hushed, guilty, hungry. The cop’s hips bucked into his fist, his teeth sinking into his lower lip hard enough to leave marks. The genie inhaled sharply; the scent of shame and arousal clung to the man’s skin like cologne.
On the fourth Thursday, the genie materialized fully not invisible, not subtle right as the cop’s thumb swiped to a new video. The man froze mid-stroke, his sweat-slicked fingers tightening reflexively around his cock as the genie’s grin split the darkness. "Like what you see?" The cop’s stomach lurched not just from being caught, but from the way the genie’s gaze flicked to the paused screen: April’s doppelgänger splayed across a bed, her thighs parted in invitation. The cop’s pulse hammered against his ribs, hot shame and hotter arousal twisting together low in his gut as the genie leaned in. "Why settle for pixels, " his whisper curled like smoke against the cop’s ear, "when I can give you the real thing?"
The cop’s service pistol was halfway out of its holster before he registered movement then the barrel pressed cold and sudden against the genie’s forehead. "You lying now?" His voice cracked, the safety clicking off with a tremor in his wrist. The genie didn’t flinch; his tongue darted out to wet his lips, slow and deliberate, as the cop’s finger hovered over the trigger. "Don’t know how you got in, " the cop hissed, breath ragged, "but out or I shoot." The genie just stood there smirking at the him.
The genie’s laughter was a whisper of static as he clicked his fingers once, sharp and the cop’s webcam flared to life unseen behind him. The screen mirrored April’s bedroom across town in perfect, damning detail: Her knees pressed into the mattress, spine arched taut as their father’s thrusts sent her tits bouncing not in frantic slaps, but in slow, pendulous rolls that made the cop’s throat seize. The genie watched the realization fracture across his face, the twitch of his cock still gripped in his own hand as their father’s fingers dug into her hips.
"Christ, " the cop choked out, his gun arm trembling now. April’s moan vibrated through the speakers soft, familiar followed by their father’s growl: *"Tight little cunt for sixteen."* The cop’s stomach lurched, his fingers spasming around his pistol. The genie inhaled sharply beside him, nostrils flaring at the tang of salt and shame suddenly thick in the air.
The cop’s knees hit the carpet hard not from surrender, but from the violent shudder that wracked his body when April whimpered *"Faster"* in the exact pitch she’d used asking for ice cream at six. His free hand scrabbled at his belt, pushing his pants past his hips, his cock twitching against his thigh already slick with precum. The gun clattered to the floor.
His reflection in the dark TV screen showed the grotesque tableau uniform shirt still buttoned tight at the throat, pants bunched at his knees like a teenager caught jerking off. His fist moved in rough, punishing strokes, the friction bordering on pain, his breath coming in ragged snarls as his sister arched on screen.
The genie crouched behind him, close enough to count the sweat beading along his collar, close enough to see how his thumb swiped over the leaking head in perfect sync with their father's thrusts. "That's it, " the genie murmured, his breath cold against the cop's ear, "imagine it's your cock splitting her open."
The cop's rhythm faltered just once before his hips jerked forward into his own fist, his free hand scrabbling at the carpet for purchase as April gasped on screen. The genie watched the tendons in his neck stand rigid, watched the way his teeth sank into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
Then all three came at once April’s orgasm rippling visibly through her thighs on screen, her cry muffled against the sheets; their father’s groan vibrating through the speakers as he emptied himself inside her with shuddering force; the cop’s release spurting hot across his own knuckles in thick, pulsing stripes. His breath hitched wetly, his fingers trembling as he milked the last drops from his cock, his reflection’s face twisted in something between agony and bliss.
The genie inhaled deeply not just the musk of spent lust, but the sharper tang of shame clinging to the cop’s sweat-damp uniform. He traced a single fingernail down the man’s spine, savoring the full-body shudder it provoked. "Good boy, " he murmured, watching the cop’s throat work around a silent sob.
April’s brother finally lifted his head, his reflection in the dark TV screen revealing lips bitten raw, pupils blown wide. His voice cracked like dry kindling: "What do I gotta do to get that?" The genie’s grin split the silence like a knife.
"Just one thing, " the genie murmured, tracing the damp outline of the cop’s holster with a fingertip. "I need the sheriff to arrest her properly with the deputy at the station." Heat rolled off the cop’s body in waves, his cock twitching against his thigh as the genie leaned closer. "And you can join, " his breath ghosted over the shell of the cop’s ear, "if you don’t mind sharing."