I Dream of Teasie

 I found her while walking on the beach. Like most people, money is pretty tight. I work two jobs just to keep up, but that doesn't leave a lot of time for myself, and when I do get the rare day off I can't afford to do too much anyway. Luckily, I live a half hour's drive from the ocean and I enjoy just spending the day walking barefoot along the water, daydreaming about being able to own one of those ridiculously expensive beach houses and living there with someone special. I'm so deep in thought that I barely notice the bottle that washed up on shore a short way in front of me. I'm about to pass it by, assuming it was just some junk or trash, but something about it catches my eye. More specifically, it feels like it's calling to me. Unable to resist the urge, I pick it up and take a closer look. It’s very ornate and looks ancient. I start to get my hopes up thinking it could be worth a lot of money, but before I can rush off to get it appraised I notice something inside. The glass is very dark, but there’s definitely something in there…and is it moving? Opening seems like a terrible idea, but my hands move on their own and quickly remove the cap, but as the green smoke starts billowing out my common sense returns and I drop the bottle, quickly backing away from it and the water.

I watch in amazement as the smoke doesn’t dissipate, instead collecting into a large oblong shape standing up from the ground. Slowly the form changes, becomes solid, becomes a person? There is now a light green skinned woman standing there with her back to me. She has long red hair tied into a ponytail and is wearing what looks like a genie costume you might see at a Halloween store. She was tall, at least six feet, and the costume could barely contain her curves. It slowly dawns on me, could this be an actual genie? As my mind races, she is surveying the ocean, looking for something. She turns around and spots me, her look of confusion quickly turns to joy as she starts racing towards me. I’m assuming my look of shock is firmly in place, as are my feet since I just stand there like a statue. Once she reaches me she throws her arms around me, locking me in an embrace as if we were long lost friends. The height difference forces my face into her cleavage adding arousal to my confusion.

“Oh thank you, Master! I was afraid you could not hear me and would walk away. I feel as though I have been in that bottle for one hundred years. My last master was this angry little man with a strange mustache. All he wanted was power, which I gave him, but I did not like him so I made sure he would not be able to sustain that power. I thought I was very clever but he was not at all pleased, so he trapped me back in the bottle and had men take me to a far away island. I was very fortunate when a large storm swept me into the ocean and eventually carried me to you. What is your name, Master? Where are we? What year is it?” That all came rambling out so quickly I barely caught every other word. It took me several seconds to realize that not only had she stopped, but she asked me some questions.

“Um, my name’s Victor. Who are you? What are you?” 

“Oh of course, a thousand pardons, Master. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Zaara, the genie of the lamp. As my thanks for releasing me I will grant you three wishes!”

I remained frozen. This can’t be real, right? Is it a dream? Was I drugged? Am I dead? This kind of stuff happens in stories you read online, not real life. I simply stood there, staring into her face. Her very beautiful face, once you got past the green skin. She looked back at me expectedly. When I never gave the response she needed, she lightly tapped the palm of her hand against her forehead, “Apologies, Master Victor. May I ask, what year is it?”

“Uh, 2021…” I stammered.

Her eyes went wide, “Oh my, I have been away a long time. No wonder this is confusing. Very well, may I bring you into my lamp and I can explain everything? It is quite safe. No one can trap me in there except my master, and that’s you!” Slowly I nod to which she smiles and nods as well. Green smoke begins swirling around the both of us as we’re suddenly transported to a lavish room with a large circular couch covered with many pillows. She has me sit and waves her hands in the air as a slideshow appears. It’s like she summoned a PowerPoint presentation from nowhere. She went through the slides, giving me a history lesson on djinns, or genies as I know them. She confirmed every story I’ve ever read or seen about them. I sat quietly as she completed her presentation. I was still in a bit of shock, but also admiring her. On the beach I only had the briefest look at her, but now I could see how absolutely beautiful she was. Even if her skin wasn’t green, I wouldn’t think she was real.. As my mind spins trying to make sense of magic and all this nonsense I don’t notice she is finished and again looking at me expectantly

Like an idiot, I can only reply, “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said do you now understand? Your wish is my command! What is your wish, Master?” What do I want? What do most men want? Money? Women? Power? That all seems so petty and ordinary. I could become a superhero! I could solve the world’s problems, end war, feed the hungry, save the planet from a climate apocalypse. Once again I started setting my brain into an infinite loop but quickly shut it down.

“Um, I don’t have to decide right now, right? Can I think it over for a little bit?”

She smiled again. Always with the smiles, it was almost disturbing, “Of course, Master!” She began to sway her hips, dancing to music that wasn’t there. No wait, music is playing. Where did that come from? It was no song I recognized, but it had a very seductive feeling to it. “I hope I’m not too distracting, Master. I am so happy to be free again, I can’t help but dance!’ I dumbly nod, transfixed by her body. She removes her hair from the pony tail, letting it cascade around her shoulders and closes her eyes. Zaara continues dancing while I stare as she gracefully moves around the room. I enjoy watching her breasts bounce and her behind shake as she goes. After a while she opens her eyes and meets mine. I blush but she smiles again and begins moving toward me. As she slowly spreads my legs apart and moves even closer, I begin to feel like I’m in a strip club. That and my finally noticing the large bulge in my pants, causes my embarrassment to sky rocket. But the second she turns her back and resumes swaying her behind just inches from that bulge, any embarrassment or shame is gone. All that’s left is desire for this magical being, but I’m still in enough shock that my arms won’t move to touch her. I can only watch as her movements bring her body closer and closer to mine until she finally grazes my crotch, causing me to involuntarily moan.

She looks over her shoulder at me, her green eyes piercing through her flowing, red hair, “Oh, does that feel good, Master?” I moan again and nod as she continues dancing, gradually increasing the pressure when she rubs against me until she is sitting on my crotch and laying back on me, using my body as a lounge chair. “Won’t you please touch me, Master? I’ve been alone for so long now.” That broke my paralysis as my heads moved to her hips, feeling her body through the thin, silky material of her outfit. She coos as my hands roam over her stomach. When I reach her breasts she puts her hands over mine and starts grinding her ass into my crotch. I’ve never had a lot of luck with women, and the few times I’ve been with someone my stamina was always lacking, so I’m surprised I haven’t made a mess in my pants yet. I don’t know if it’s still the shock of this unreal situation or if she’s working some magic, but when she slowly guides my hands back down her body and between her legs, I feel my orgasm quickly approaching. I’m amazed at how excited she is as our fingers easily slide inside of her. She guides them to pleasure her exactly how she needs as I struggle mightily to keep from cumming.

Lucky for me, it doesn’t take long before she begins crying out in orgasm, at which point I can no longer hold back and cum hard in my pants as her ass continues to grind into me. A few seconds later I become too sensitive and move my hands to her hips, moving her to the side so I can slide out from under her. Now sitting next to me she begs, “Please Master, that felt so good, please may I have some more?”

As I catch my breath, “I’m sorry, I can’t, it’s too much…”

She has a look of confusion on her face until she glances down and sees the large wet stain on my pants. “Oh, I see. You enjoyed yourself, too! Did I please you, Master?”

I nod, “Yeah, definitely. I’m sorry, I’ve always had trouble, um, holding back. We can try later if you still want?” I sounded a little pathetic, but didn’t care. I wanted this being, even if I only lasted thirty seconds inside of her.

“You know, Master, I can use my magic to help with that if you wanted. You would have to wish for it, but I could turn you into the world’s greatest lover if it would please you.” 

Maybe it’s my hazy, post-orgasmic brain talking, but that sounds like a great idea! Why not use a wish for something that only magic can provide? “Okay, so um, how would that work?”

“Simply tell me your wish and I will make it reality. The more specific you can be the better.”

“Hmm, okay, I think I got it. Okay. I wish I had the ability to sexually satisfy any woman, including you Zaara, and give them the greatest sexual experiences of their lives. How’s that?”

She simply smiled and nodded her head again, “There, it is done.” I didn’t feel much different, except I felt ready to go again. Usually it took me at least an hour before I would even consider sex, but I could already feel my cock start to grow. “You still have two more wishes, Master. Do you know what else you would like?” I was surprised, I thought she’d want us to pick up where we left off, but I guess this is her purpose and she needs to complete it.

“Well, I’m sure everyone asks, but having money would be good. I just want to make sure it doesn’t come at a cost. Like if I ask for a million dollars, I don’t want to get it because a loved one died and that was the insurance money. No tricks.”

She looked hurt, “Master! I would never do such a thing. Especially after how you made me feel so good! I promise no one will be hurt if it is money you want.”

Satisfied, I thought about it. I just want to be set for life and not have to worry about working again and take care of my family, not necessarily be some crazy rich asshole. “Alright, how about a bank account that never dropped below a million dollars no matter how much I take out or use, and the IRS or anyone else never bothers me about it?”

“Yes, I can make that reality, but you forgot to wish for it!” Right, of course. It’s like magic Jeopardy, everything must be said in the form of a wish. So I repeat everything starting with “I wish.” She again nods her head and tells me it’s done.

“Wow, okay. Not that I don’t trust you, but can we go back to my apartment so I can see before I do my last wish? This is all too unbelievable.”

“Yes, Master, I understand.” Another nod, some swirling green smoke, and suddenly we’re transported to my living room. We’re both sitting on my couch and her bottle is on the coffee table.

After a moment to adjust to what just happened, “Um, thanks. Make yourself at home, I guess. I’ll be right back.” I leave her and head to my bedroom. Grabbing my laptop I log into my bank account and check the balance. I almost forget to breathe as I see there’s exactly $1,000,000 staring back at me! Wanting to test it further, I log into one of my many credit cards and pay off the balance. Bank to my bank account, still at a million! I log into everything I have. Credit cards, school loans, car payments. I pay off everything, and I’m still sitting at a million! It’s amazing! I’m basically set for life, and I still have one more wish? What on Earth could I even ask for at this point? After transferring some money to a few family members and setting up an automatic weekly transfer for my mom, I call out, “Hey, Zaara?”

Instead of walking to the room like a normal person, she simply appears, “Yes, Master?” Once I’m over the initial surprise of her sudden appearance, I quickly get up and give her a big hug.

“Oh my god, thank you so much! I can’t believe this!”

As I break the embrace, she is absolutely beaming at me, “Oh Master, I am so glad I could make you happy! You still have one more wish.”

Furrowing my brow, “Jeez, I’m not sure what else I would want. Besides, after I use my last wish won’t you be trapped in your bottle again until someone else finds you? I thought you wouldn’t be in a hurry to do that again.”

For the first time, she was the one who looked confused, “But that is my purpose. I exist to serve my masters.”

“But you must want things too. I mean, earlier it sure seemed like you wanted more.” Was she blushing now? So hard to tell with her green skin.

“Well, yes. Most of my previous masters wished to have sex with me, and I must admit it is quite enjoyable. My last one had no such interests, and that was a long time ago...” She then looked at me with slight panic, “Oh forgive me, Master, was I being selfish?” She began rambling about a thousand pardons and begging forgiveness. I had to reassure her it was fine. More than fine, that I really enjoyed it and would love to do it again. She lit up again, “Oh Master, I would enjoy that very much!” She then lowered her voice, as if she had a boss who might hear, “You would not even need to use a wish for it!”

Before I knew what was happening, she nodded again and we were transported back inside of her bottle. I was back on her couch, only this time I was complete naked! For a moment I was self conscious until I saw she was a few feet away, dancing again to the same music as before, but now she was slowly stripping out of her outfit. My own nudity was forgotten as I stared in awe while she was gradually revealing her own. My cock was already hard and throbbing along with my heartbeat. In fact, it was harder than I could ever remember, and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear it had gotten bigger! Normally I’d worry about cumming before she even reached me, but for some reason I knew I was fine and I could handle it. So I just sat still, enthralled by the display while my cock pounded harder and harder. I suddenly had the feeling that she would enjoy it if I started touching myself. As if on its own, my hand began stroking my cock, causing me to gasp and moan involuntarily. Zaara opened her eyes and saw me. Smiling, she asked, “Is Master enjoying the show?” I could only nod, “Good, that pleases me!” Now completely nude, she began slowly dancing towards me. The closer she got, the faster I stroked. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t cum yet. I’ve never gone this long in my life, but even though my balls were starting to ache with need, I knew I wouldn’t orgasm until she was satisfied. I began smiling knowing my first wish had worked and I was about to give and receive the best sex of my life!

Once she was right in front of me I stopped stroking and spread my legs, allowing her to turn and sway her round ass right in my face. I reached up and rested my hands on her hips, not guiding her, just feeling her as she moved down lower and lower until she grazed my bobbing cock. Over and over she teased me with her ass, driving me wild with desire. I wanted to force her down on top of me, but I somehow knew that’s not what she wanted. Not what would please her. So instead of pulling, my hands kept gently caressing her, resisting the horny urges in my brain. Soon my patience was rewarded. Instead of grinding on my crotch like earlier, she grabbed hold of my cock and slid it inside her! Slowly she lowered herself down until I was completely buried inside, then leaned back and turned her head to kiss me. As I returned the kiss my left hand began caressing her stomach, moving up to her breasts while my right hand went down to gently massage her clit. She sat still on top of me. Despite my desperate need for more, I resisted the urge to thrust into her and concentrated on giving her pleasure. I have no idea how long we stayed in that position. Somehow, I never grew tired or uncomfortable. I never got sore or cramped. I simply made her orgasm over and over again. Each time she would plead, “Please, Master, more! More, more, please!” and I would continue, ignoring by growing blue balls and desperation for my own relief.

Maybe if I still had the capability of rational thought, I’d understand what was happening and the sweet hell I created for myself with a simple wish. How can you satisfy a being that apparently is literally insatiable? I didn’t wish myself into becoming the perfect lover, I made myself the perfect sex toy! With my last wish I could end this, or at least modify it in some way, but like I said my mind is devoid of rational thoughts. Or at least I’m not capable of acting on them, I can only do whatever I can to keep pleasing this sexy, green creature.

Suddenly she stands up and takes a few steps away, leaving my cock bobbing alone in the air. After turning to face me, “Oh Master, that felt wonderful! I want more, but I am worried I am being selfish. How may I please you?”

Finally! But before I can tell her what I need, the words that escape my lips betray me, “Nothing would please me more than continuing to make you feel good.” I can only assume there’s a look of shock on my face at what I just said, but if it’s there Zaara either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care because she simply smiles again and saunters towards me. She reaches the couch and straddles me, positioning my cock so I can once again slide inside of her. It feels incredible, and once she begins moving up and down, riding me, it feels like heaven! Her long hair envelopes us like a curtain as we kiss. The only time our lips are separated is when she screams out in yet another orgasm, while mine is cruelly denied. I constantly feel like I’m one stroke away from exploding, then the next stroke comes and tells me, no it’s the next one. But as maddening as this is, I don’t care. For now I don’t want this to ever end.

As if reading my mind, Zaara breaks our kiss and says, “Oh Master, don’t you just wish this would never end? Don’t you wish we could do this forever?”

My lust addled brain can only reply, “Yes, oh god, yes!”

She begins riding me faster, “Tell me, Master. Please tell me!”

“Yes! I wish...I wish we could do this forever!”

Suddenly she stopped moving and sat up straight. With a devilish smile she looked me in the eyes and said, “Yes Master. Your wish is my command.”

I don’t know how long ago that was. Time has lost all meaning. I don’t know if we’re still in her bottle, where that bottle may be, if a person could even find it or do anything with it. Pretty sure my last wish guaranteed Zarra won’t be calling anyone else master ever again. But she still calls me that. Over and over again as she orgasms thanks to my fingers or my cock or my mouth. I can only assume her magic is keeping me healthy, alive, and sane. Pretty sure I should have lost at least one of those a long time ago. My sanity especially, since I have yet to have even one orgasm since the time she grinded one out in my pants. Not only am I not insane from my blue balls, but I’m actually happy. I live to satisfy an insatiable genie. So even though she still calls me master, we both know who really owns whom.