Clark gets a Djinn

Authors Note: Hi everyone, I'm back with my new series. This one should hopefully be better than my last series, especially since I actually have it plotted out. As always, this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real people, places, and events are coincidental. With that out of the way, let's get to the story.

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Clarks life was...interesting, to say the least. You see, he was the result of his father cheating on his wife. They had been having trouble in their marriage for awhile, and though he tried to fix it, nothing seemed to work. Thus, Clark was born after an affair with a coworker. Upon discovering this, she left him. She tried to take Amber, their daughter, with her, but since she was seventeen she chose to stay with her father.

The reason Amber had stayed was because she knew he had tried to do the right thing. She also knew that her mother had been taking advantage of her father for years, and wanted nothing to do with her. His father soon got deep into drug addiction, and when it was clear he didn't want to get help, Amber took Clark, and moved so that he wouldn't have to grow up around that. Fortunately, Ambers aunt was all too willing go take them in, and so he grew up being raised by his sister and aunt.

As you can imagine, this made life interesting for him. His aunt and Amber tried their best to make his life normal, and they did a pretty good job. He never had to worry about not having any necessities. He got to do normal kid stuff, and his sister even went to college, getting a degree in IT. He had some friends, but none as close as Jamie. They had met when they were seven, and had become inseparable. While Jamie's' parents were shocked when they found out about his situation, they let the two be friends.

Because of the people around him, he managed to grow up into a normal adult. He went to the local college, and got a degree in accounting. Not long after graduating, he started working for a restaurant, which he quickly grew to enjoy, as the staff was kind, and they did a great job keeping track of receipts, and expenses. He worked there for about half a year, but had to find another job since the place got bought by the city to make way for a new freeway.

That brings us to where our story begins. Clarks new job is at an office building. He worked for a company that sells binders to stores. The pay was decent, and the place isn't terrible, but it was incredibly boring. He worked at a cubicle, which he decorated with little trinkets from his favorite shows, and video games. He had some acquaintances there, but he never considered any of them friends.

The friends he did have, are the ones he grew up with. Jamie had gotten him to try Pathfinder with her when he was fourteen, and they both got hooked. They got a group of four players, and a GM, and had been playing ever since, switching to second edition when it came out. It was also through this group of friends that he discovered a love for video games. They would all play games during their free time, and went to many conventions together.

Clark and his friends went to a local game convention one weekend where they all dressed as their characters. That meant Clark had to spend all weekend dressed as a half elf cleric. It was fun, but it meant he had to haul boxes of stuff around. Luckily he had his trusty steed, an eighties Toyota truck, to carry it all. It wasn't much in terms of transportation, but it got the job done. His sister gave it to him when he got his license, so it also had sentimental value.

The convention went well. They met some popular people in the tabletop RPG community, played some quick modules, and Clark won a costume contest. The prize was a hundred dollar gift card to Chili's. That night, he treated everyone to a meal there. He did have to use some of his own money but it was worth it. After everyone said there goodbyes, he went to get into his truck.

When he opened the door he noticed a strange cylinder sitting on the passenger side of the bench. He checked to see if there was any sign of a break in, but found nothing. Luckily nothing was taken, but this only raised more questions than it answered.

Huh, where did this come from, and why would someone break into a car to leave something? Guess we'll figure out when we get home.

He kept stealing glances at it on the drive home. He was curious about what it was, but he was more curious about why someone would leave it in his truck.

Once he got inside his one bedroom apartment, he studied it further. It looked to be about a foot long, and had a five inch circumference. It was made of what he guessed to be brass, and had some sapphires in the center of each end. It also had some Arabic surrounding the jewels, which looked to be painted on. He didn't understand it, but it looked like it was the same words on both ends.

Hmmm, if only there was some kind of world wide web where I could translate these words.

He opened up his browser, and was easily able to find a translation for the words. They read "the Sun and the Moon are bound."

"The Sun and the Moon are bound?" he said perplexed, "The hell does that mean?" His question was answered when the jewels on the cylinder briefly emitted a blinding light.

"Hello Master, it is my pleasure to serve you," a female voice said from behind him. It seemed to have a slight Arabic accent to it. He turned around, and was stunned by what he saw.

There, on her knees on his carpet, was an absolutely stunning woman. He first noticed her attire, which consisted of a pair of sapphire blue harem pants, a matching bra, and gold wrist cuffs, which had sapphires as well. She had dark brown hair which fell to the small of her back. He couldn't see much else due to her position.

"Uhhh, who the hell are you?" he asked both curious and panicked about this woman's sudden appearance.

She looked up at him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat, and replied, "I am Aaliyah, your new Djinn, or Genie, as your culture calls us. I am your humble servant, to do with as you please."

He looked her skeptically, "Uhuh, so you can grant wishes right?"

"Oh I can very much grant any wish you desire, so long as it's of a sexual nature."

"Huh? What kind of rule is that?"

"Well master, unlike in folklore, there is no one Djinn who can grant any wish. Instead there are several types of Djinn, each able to grant different kinds of wishes. I'm what's known as a Pleasure Djinn. My purpose is to give you any erotic experiences that you can think of. However, my magic does extend to protecting you, so you needn't worry about injury or any kind of harm while I'm around you."

He asked her, "Can you prove all this? It does sound pretty crazy."

She looked at him with a naughty smile, "Of course, all you need to do is make a wish."

He narrowed his eyes at her as he said, "I wish for you to make my cock above average size," a devilish smile formed across his face as he thought he'd called her bluff.

An equally devilish smile grew on hers as she said, "Wish granted."

Clark immediately felt his dick tingle, then felt an odd sensation as his pants seemed to grow tighter in the front. He dropped his pants, and was stupefied by what he saw. Before his cock was a pitiful two inches long, although it was decently thick. Now it was at around seven and a half inches long, and slightly thicker than before. He stared at it for a while in silence processing what just happened. He looked back up at her, and she had smug grin on her face.

Now that he could see it, it looked beautiful. Her face was long, and slender, with her chin ending with a point. Her lips were intoxicating, not the fullest, but definitely not thin either. She had high cheekbones, which weren't too pronounced, but were definitely noticeable. Her nose was pointed, and was about average size. She had dazzling green eyes with long lashes, above which sat a pair of eyebrows that looked like they belonged on a super model. He took it all in, before looking at the rest of her.

Clark was pretty tall at six foot one, but she looked to be pretty tall as well. He guessed about five eight. She also hand a slender physique that reminded him of a dancer. From what he could tell, she seemed to have a set off full, round C cups. Her stomach was flat, which combined with her slim waist, and wide hips, gave her a lovely hourglass figure. Her ass was nice and round, and was definitely big enough to grab onto. Her legs were long and slender, making up most of her height. He couldn't help but start to get hard at the sight of her.

She smiled at this, and dropped to her knees. She kissed the underside of the base, and kept going until she reached the tip.

Clark felt the pressure building quickly and said, "I wish I had more stamina."

How much stamina would master like?

He was too turned on to think about the fact that he'd heard it in his head. He simply responded with, "Enough to satisfy any woman I'm with," in between grunts.

Wish granted.

He felt the pressure that she had been expertly stalling fade. He took a deep breath and asked, "So, you have some sort of telepathy?"

Yes! It makes it much easier to talk about things that would be considered...risqué in public. She said all this while bobbing her head on his dick.

She took him all the way in without a hint of discomfort. He was impressed, as he'd seen some women struggle with smaller members. She reached one of her hand up to play with his balls, and backed off of his cock as she asked, "Would master like to fuck his new Djinn?"

He looked down at his schlong, and while he was happy with it, he thought she might not be. Seemingly having heard his thoughts, she looked him in the eyes as she said, "Master, you are, and always will be, perfect in my eyes. Any change you make to your body will satisfy me," with the most caring smile.

He felt a warmth in his chest as he took her in for a hug. Once they released he asked, "Could you give me a bit of muscle? I don't wanna be ripped, But I do wanna have some meat on my bones."

"Wish granted," she said as his body started to tingle, "I've also taken the liberty of making everyone who knows you think you've always looked like this."

He watched as muscles formed on his body, giving him a more fit build than before. He was stunned at the change, but also excited at the prospect of actually having girls be interested in him. He wasn't ugly or anything before, he was just scrawny. That combined with his somewhat reclusive nature meant he didn't really get many moves made on him by women.

Once the change was complete, Aaliyah guided him to his bedroom. She had him take off his shirt, which fit a bit more snugly, and lie down on the bed. Once in place, she made a show of slowly taking off her bra. This revealed the lack of any tan lines. It also showed off her lovely tits, with quarter sized areola, and small, hard nipples topping them. She let him admire them for a while until it was time to move on to the main course.

He watched excitedly as she turned around, bent over, and shimmied her pants down to her ankles. He got a love view of her perfect round cheeks, and her slightly puffy outer lips. She stood up and turned around again, and he saw a small, heart shaped patch of hair just above her clit. He guessed magic kept it trimmed so well. She crawled onto the bed so that they were face to face, and gave him a kiss. He returned the kiss as best he could, but he didn't have much experience.

"Hey, can you make me a good kisser? Not so great I ruin any other man for other women, but good enough that they're satisfied."

"Wish granted."

They proceeded to make out for a while before Aahliyah pulled away. They looked each other in the eyes as she slowly slid his cock all the way in. Both of them moaned in unison when he was in, and then chuckled at that. They kissed some more, then she slowly started thrusting. She was leaned forward, and it felt like he was in another world. He loved the feeling of her wet, velvety insides, and getting to admire her breathtakingly gorgeous face.

They continued like this for a bit, before Clark asked if they could do it doggystyle. They got into position on the floor after making out some more, then he slowly inserted his member into her again. He was amazed at the fact that her pussy still felt just as tight as when they started. He again chalked it up to magic. He grabbed her hips, and started slowly thrusting, so he could enjoy the sex.

He built up to a nice pace, grunting and moaning along with her. He loved the feeling of their hips meeting, and the wet sounds of him going in and out. He bent over, and grabbed onto her swinging tits, which seemed to make her go wild. He made a note this, and kept going until ten minutes later, they both had intense, euphoric orgasms. Once they were done, they laid on the floor together and cuddled, both feeling very satisfied.

"So, what are your limits in terms of sexual wishes?" Clark inquired.

"Well, I can't make someone do something they don't want to do, so I can't make a gay person straight for example. I also can't use any sexual wishes to make you live any longer than you would naturally. I can make sure you, or anyone you're with don't catch anything, or get pregnant. Unless you request that I allow that. Oh, I'm not allowed to do anything that would make me known to the public. Masters need their privacy. That's all the big stuff, but I'll let you know if I can't do something anyway, so don't stress about it too much."

"Alright, well, can you clean us up? I feel like cuddling."

She said, "Wish granted," and there was no trace of what had just happened.

"Do you have to say that? I don't mean to be rude, it's just a bit weird."

"I can stop if you'd like, although we'd have to find some other way for me to inform you of a wish being granted."

"How about just saying done? That sounds reasonable."

"Done," she said with a sly smirk. They both lay in bed, cuddling, and eventually drifting off into sleep.

The next morning, Clark woke up with a raging hard on. He figured the events of the previous night were a dream, that is until he heard someone in the bathroom. He heard a woman humming, and it was lovely. He opened the door to see Aaliyah straightening her hair. She smiled at him as she asked, "How was your sleep master?"

It took a couple seconds for his brain to register that what happened was real. After that he replied, "It was great. Although I did miss waking up with you," he feigned a pout as he moved behind her and put his head on her shoulder.

She smirked back, "Well, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," and she turned around to kiss him. They kissed for a bit before she left to make breakfast.

He made it to the kitchen of his one bedroom apartment, and was greeted by the smell of bacon and eggs. His place was nice for what it was. You entered through a decently sized living room, with a kitchen and dining area just off of it. On the wall with the dining area was a small hallway, which led to the bedroom and bathroom. There was a small "patio" just outside the dining area. It wasn't big enough for anything other than lounging.

He went over to see if she wanted any help, but she told him to go sit down. He had to admit, she looked damn sexy in just an apron. She brought over their plates and they ate breakfast, him in his pajama pants, and her in just her apron. "So, when was the last time you were out of your lamp, cylinder?" Clark inquired.

"I call it a lamp, and I think it was sixty seven. Yeah, it was, cause my previous master had bought a new Impala that year, and that was when they changed the body style."

"Wow, that's a long time to be in your lamp," he mused.

"Yeah, but I wasn't conscious of any time passage, so it only feels like it's been a day," she happily exclaimed.

Clark looked at the clock, and realized he had to get ready for work. He rushed to get ready, and when he was going to leave, he saw Aaliyah in gorgeous outfit. She was dressed like a seceratary, with a black blouse and a white skirt. they both worked together with her glasses and heels to show off her amazing figure. They both went out to his truck, and attempted to leave. Of course, his truck chose this moment to not start.

"Ohh, come on. You were fine all weekend," he said through gritted teeth as he tried to start it. Unfortunately it did nothing but sputter.

"Does this happen often?" Aaliyah inquired.

"Yeah, It's an old truck, and I can't afford a rebuild right now. I wish there were some way I could get a new car!"

"Oh no! If only you had a Djinn who could grant any wish, so long as it pertained to sex," Aaliyah said sarcastically, "Too bad they don't exist."

Clark replied with just as much sarcasm, "You really are sassy, aren't you?"

"Yeah, one of my former masters taught me to think for myself, and this is what came of it."

"Well I'm glad they did. Now, I wish for a newer car for us to fuck in later. Not brand new, but no older than ten years old."

"Done," Aaliyah said with a smirk. Clark watched incredulously as his beater Toyota turned into a twnty-ten Ford truck. He looked at her with a giddy smile as he started the truck. It's four point six liter V8 started right up, and they made their way to his office.

He was concerned when he walked in about how everyone would react to seeing her. To his surprise, none of them seemed to pay her any mind. In fact, it was like they didn't notice her at all. He asked Aaliyah in his mind, Can they see you?

No, you are the only one who can see me right now. It would be suspicious if you walked in with a hot woman who has never been here before.

Could you not just make yourself an employee? Also, why are you dressed then?

I can, but I just want to see what you do here before I do that. Also, I know you like my look.

I can't deny that. Well, here we are. They approached his cubicle on the third floor. Aaliyah saw all the little trinkets and was fascinated. She looked them all over, asking him about each one. He answered her as best he could in his mind, but he had to focus on work. Lunch came around, and he decided to take her to a Mediterranean place he enjoyed.

They got in the truck, and started on their way. After he pulled out of the parking lot, Aaliyah unbuckled herself. She got on her hands and knees on her seat, and the center armrest, and undid Clarks pants.

"Uhh, you probably shouldn't do this while I'm driving," he nervously let out.

She smiled at him, "Watch this," and suddenly the wheel was jerked from his control. Hew watched as it steered itself, seeming to know where to go. He got curious, and took his feet off the pedals, which also stayed in place. He looked down at Aaliyah, who returned his gaze with a smile, and leaned back to let her do her thing.

She took the cue, and started to slowly jerk him until he was hard. It didn't take that long, as him not having to worry about driving made him much more relaxed. Once he was ready, she took the head in, and started swirling her tongue around it. He let out a satisfied groan, and put his hand on her ass. He was expecting to feel her skirt. Instead he felt her smooth ass, and a black thong. He looked, and somehow, as if by magic, her clothes had disappeared.

She played with his head for a bit before she decided to move on. They didn't have much time to get to lunch, as it was only a fifteen minute drive when they left. She started to bob on his cock, taking him in slightly more each time. She eventually took him all the way in as he came, which also happened to be when they pulled into the parking lot for lunch. Aaliyah sat up, fully clothed, and they both went in as if nothing had happened.