I Dream of Teasie

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. When I do get the rare day off, I can't afford to do much. Luckily, I live a half hour's drive from the ocean and enjoy spending the day walking barefoot along the water, daydreaming about owning one of the expensive beach houses that litter the area and living there with someone special. This was one of those rare days. Since it's the off season I have the beach mostly to myself. The water is freezing but feels good on my feet and legs. The contrast of warm sun and cool ocean breeze is refreshing. My mind continues to drift with dreams of a better life. So much so that I barely notice the bottle that washed up on shore twenty feet in front of me. I'm about to pass it by, assuming it was just 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. Maybe I'll be able to afford a beach house after all! Before I 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 it would be a terrible and stupid idea, but my hands move on their own and quickly remove the cap. Green smoke starts billowing out and my common sense returns. Dropping the bottle, I quickly back away from it and the water.

I watch in amazement as the smoke doesn't dissipate, despite the strong, ocean breeze. Instead, it collects into a large oblong shape standing up from the ground. Slowly the form changes, becomes solid, becomes a person? The smoke is gone and in its place is a light green skinned woman standing 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's tall, at least six feet, and the costume can barely contain her curves. It slowly dawns on me, could this be an actual genie? As my mind races, I look around to see if anyone else can confirm I'm not hallucinating, but there's no one else in sight. 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 toward me. Still in shock, my feet remain firmly in place, my body frozen like a statue. I helplessly watch as 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 ample 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 my bottle and had his men take me to a faraway 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 this?"

This 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 and was now staring at me expectantly. "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 remain 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 stand there, staring into her face. Her very beautiful face, once you get past the green skin. She looks back at me, patiently waiting for a response, but seemingly excited for anything I have to say. Eventually her patience wears out when I never say anything. She lightly taps the palm of her hand against her forehead, "Apologies, Master Victor. May I ask, what year is it?"

I stammer out, "Uh, 2023..."

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!" I slowly nod, causing her to smile and nod 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. Yards and yards of silk are draped and hanging everywhere. It's all covered in different shades of pink and adorned with tassels. She has me sit in the middle of the couch and waves her hands in the air as a slideshow appears. It's like she summoned a PowerPoint presentation from nowhere. She goes 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 sit quietly as she completes her presentation. I'm still in a bit of shock, but also admiring her. On the beach I only had the briefest look, but now I could see how absolutely beautiful she is. Even if she wasn't green, I wouldn't think she was real. I have never seen skin so smooth. Not a single blemish, mark, or wrinkle. Her breasts were at least a double D cup, but defied gravity. There is no way a loose, silky top could be supporting them, but there wasn't a hint of sagging. Hourglasses wish they had a figure like hers. As my mind spins trying to make sense of magic and all this nonsense, I didn't notice she finished and is 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, my brain starts spinning into an infinite loop, but just as quickly I shut it down.

"Um, I don't have to decide right away, right? Can I think it over for a little bit?"

She smiles again. Always with the smiles, it's slightly disturbing, "Of course, Master!" She begins swaying her hips, dancing to music that wasn't there. No wait, music is playing. Where did that come from? It's no song I recognize but has a very seductive feeling. "I hope I am not too distracting, Master. I am so happy to be free again, I cannot help but dance!' I dumbly nod, transfixed by her body. She loosens her hair from the ponytail, letting it cascade around her shoulders and closes her eyes. Zaara continues dancing and gracefully moves around the room while I can only stare. I enjoy watching her breasts bounce and her behind shimmy 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. This causes me to finally notice the large bulge in my swimsuit, which in turn makes my embarrassment skyrocket. 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 bright, blue 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 breaks my paralysis as my hands move to her hips, feeling her body through the silky, gossamer material of her outfit. She coos as my hands roam over her taut 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 shorts yet. I don't know if it's 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.

Luckily 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 trunks as her ass continues to grind into me. A few seconds later I become too sensitive and place my hands back on 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 wonderful, 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 in my lap. "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'd like?" 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 could 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 experience of their lives. How's that?"

She simply smiles and nods her head again, "There, it is done." I don't feel much different, except I think I might be ready to go again. Usually, it takes me at least an hour before I would even consider sex, but I can already feel my cock starting to grow. "You still have two more wishes, Master. Do you know what else you would like?" I'm 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 fulfill 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 desire."

Satisfied, I think about it. I just want me and my family to be set for life and not have to worry about working again, not necessarily be some crazy rich asshole. "Alright, how about a bank account that never drops 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 magical 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 use 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 into the room like a normal person, she simply appears with her signature green smoke, "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 something." 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 back up, "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 nods and we're transported back inside of her bottle. I'm on her couch, only this time I'm completely naked! For a moment I feel self-conscious until I see her a few feet away, dancing again to the same music as before, but now she is slowly stripping out of her outfit. My own nudity is forgotten as I stare in awe while she is gradually revealing her own. My cock is already hard and throbbing along with my heartbeat. In fact, it's harder than I can ever remember, and if I didn't know better, I'd swear it's gotten bigger! Normally I'd worry about cumming before she even reaches me, but for some reason I know I'll be fine and can handle it. I relax and remain still, enthralled by the display while my cock pounds harder and harder. I suddenly have the feeling that she would enjoy it if I started touching myself. As if on its own, my hand begins stroking my cock, causing me to gasp and moan involuntarily. Zaara opens her eyes and observes my leud display. Smiling, she asks, "Is Master enjoying the show?" I can only nod, "Good, that pleases me!" Now completely nude, her sways and gyrations bring her slowly toward me. The closer she gets, the faster I stroke. I can't believe I haven't cum yet! I've never gone this long in my life, but even though my balls are starting to ache with need, I knew I wouldn't orgasm until she was satisfied. I smile knowing my first wish had worked and I was about to give and receive the best sex of my life!

Now directly in front of me, I stop stroking and spread my legs, allowing her to come even closer. She turns and sways her round ass right in my face. Reaching up, I rest my hands on her hips. Not to guide or control her, just so I can feel her as she moves her body lower and lower until she grazes my bobbing cock. Over and over, she teases me with her ass, driving me wild with desire. I want to force her down and impale her on my needy cock, but I somehow know that's not what she desires. Not what would please her. So instead of pulling, my hands keep gently caressing, resisting the horny urges in my brain. Soon my patience is rewarded. Instead of grinding on my crotch like earlier, she grabs hold of my cock and slides it inside her! Slowly she lowers herself down until I am completely buried inside, then leans back and turns her head to kiss me. As I return the kiss my hands begin caressing her stomach. My left moves up to her breasts while my right goes down to gently massage her clit. She doesn't move except for her tongue probing my mouth. Despite my desperate need for more, I resist the urge to thrust into her and concentrate on giving her pleasure. I have no idea how long we stay in this position. Somehow, I never grow tired or uncomfortable. I never get sore or cramped. I simply make her orgasm again and again. Each time she would plead, "Please, Master, more! More, more, please!" and I would continue, ignoring my growing blue balls and desperation for my own relief.

Maybe if I still had the capacity for 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 toward 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, I think I'm in 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 stops moving and sits up straight. With a devilish smile she looks me in the eyes and says, "Yes Master. Your wish is my command."

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