If Horses Were Wishes

"I…" I hesitated. My cock lightly brushed against the sheet as I moved slightly. That gentle contact was uncomfortable in my current state, which made up my mind. "I'll respectfully decline."

"Oh! No need to make up your mind now! Not at all. Get some rest. Feel better. A week or three from now you're going to be thinking about how much fun you had tonight, about how you're feeling maybe a teeny bit lonely. You'll be rethinking things, hankering for an evening of good clean fun. I don't need any special genie powers to know that, either. That's simply how boys think. One moment it's 'fuck me silly', the next it's 'stop, stop, stop', and then before you know it we're back to 'fuck me silly'. So inconsistent, so temperamental."

"Good clean fun?" I asked, incredulous.

"In my home, bathing isn't merely a perk. It's mandatory!" Lita declared. "And by the way…" She arched an eyebrow seductively and trailed off.

"Yes?"

"Next time, you can put it anywhere!"

"And will you keep forcing it in, after I come the first time?"

"Maaaaaaaaaybe." Lita bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling.

"So, explain something to me." I said. "You have a thing for my jizz, right?"

Lita nodded. "See, you're fine. You get it."

There was no world in which what I was feeling could be considered fine, but I ignored that for the moment. "So, you'd be more likely to get a repeat performance if you agreed to stop after the first time. Maybe we could reach some sort of agreement?"

She smirked. "Oh baby, if you want to negotiate another deal that would be lovely. I can make as many bargains as you can handle, though you only get your one wish. Is someone feeling clever?"

I should have expected that. Safely negotiating anything with a genie would probably require a team of high-power, corporate lawyers.

However, I was reminded of something she said earlier when she first mentioned my wish. "Okay, okay, but before, you were saying... well you implied that the rhyme was wrong. You said it backwards. If wishes were horses, if horses were wishes. What were you talking about?"

Lita jumped up and down and clapped her hands. Her spectacular tits bounced with her, but for once, I was in no shape to properly appreciate the display. "Ooh! Ooh! You remembered! I knew you were special!"

"Well?"

"I created that rhyme. Me! Then some idiot twisted it around and changed the meaning. It's not my fault everyone ignores my advice. It's like a disclaimer. Or, what do you call 'em now? Oh, yeah, it's an End User License Agreement on your wish:"

"If horses were wishes then wise men would walk,

A single wrong word means you're in for a shock,

For wishes are bitches that can mess with your cock."

I rubbed my temple. "Right."

"Ooooh! Squeeee!" She actually said the word 'squee.' Lita bunched her fists and jumped up and down again. "We're going to have so much fun together, you and me! Lita and Arthur! Roomies for-evvah!"

She thrust the handle of the mirror into my hand. "Take this. Now, I don't want to disturb your shut-eye. Might want to call in sick, though, unless you feel up to going on the prowl at the office today. Now, there's a thought, right?"

Glancing out of my tiny basement window, I could tell the sun was starting to come up outside. When I turned away from the window, Lita was gone.

She had been right. It was time to get ready for work or call in sick. I opted for the latter. There was no way I could go in like this.

In fact, when I made the call, my douche-nozzle boss didn't bother to grill me on exactly how sick I was. When I had the flu a month ago, he demanded that I describe my symptoms. I must have sounded really awful.

As I climbed back into bed, I noticed the back of Lita's hand mirror had something carved in it: A lust genie drained my balls and all I got was this lousy mirror.

I couldn't quite cope with the absurdity at that moment. I set down the mirror, resolved to deal with the whole lust genie situation later, and tried to get some sleep.

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I've read a large number of sex genie stories here on literotica and elsewhere where the genie is always absurdly subservient and deferential to the young man who is lucky enough to free her. I thought it would be fun to try writing about a genie that specializes in sex but also conforms to the original genie stereotype of twisting bargains and wishes into something unexpected.

So, what do you think? Should I keep going?

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