Mason and the Genie

"I'm so sorry, Master," the genie said with a genuine look of consternation on her face.

To his dismay, Mason felt his hard-on dwindle as his cock returned to its resting state. "What the fuck?"

Leaning over his laptop, her ample breasts swayed. She clutched at her chest. "I can please you in any way you want, in ways no mortal woman could ever do, if you would only wish for it, Master."

"I wasn't thinking about you," he lied. "I was thinking about Sindee."

"I can be Sindee if you wish, Master." She flickered into an amazingly accurate vision of his online girlfriend. "And I can do everything she would or wouldn't do."

Hearing Sindee's voice startled him as much as seeing her. "Stop it," he begged. "You're not real. None of this real!"

"But I am real, Master," the genie insisted, suddenly appearing alongside him. When she caressed his body, she felt real, too. "I am anything you want me to be. Your every pleasure, your every desire, all in exchange for a simple wish." He felt the warmth of her breath on his ear and smelled the floral scent of cheap hair conditioner as he ached for his bought and paid for girlfriend. Despite the allure of the uncanny facsimile of Sindee, his body did not react. His manhood remained in its resting state. He felt his ache on a spiritual level.

"Stop it," he commanded to no effect as the genie materialized in his lap, fully nude and straddling him. She had real weight on his knees. She also felt smaller than the real version of Sindee, more petite than he had imagined. Grabbing his hands, she invited him to cup her version of Sindee's breasts, complete with the bars of her nipple jewelry. Aside from the mistake of making her hair bright red (it had been bright blue on Wednesday), she looked and felt real.

The genie leaned in, brushing her lips against his and nuzzling his nose before whispering more temptations in his ear. "I can be her until the end of your days, any version of her you desire." Pulling away, she flickered into a brown-haired version of Sindee he had never seen. Her nipple piercings had vanished, too. She looked younger and he realized with a start that this must be how Sindee had looked when she had started college, before giving up on blending in with the rest of the herd. "One wish, Master, that's all it takes."

"Stop it!" he commanded a second time, jumping up from his chair and very nearly spilling this youthful vision of Sindee on the floor. Instead, Sindee vanished and the genie reappeared in her lotus-like position behind his computer. "I wish I had never found that stupid bottle!"

"That is the one wish I cannot grant. I cannot change the past."

"Of course not, because you're not real!"

"I can be, Master," she said, once more appearing alongside him, although this time she kept her original shape and form. She pressed her breasts against his upper arm while caressing his chest. Her hand slipped lower until she cupped his manhood. "I can be very real." Inside her caress, he felt his hard-on returning to its full length and glory. "And I can please you in ways both natural and unnatural."

"Cut it out," he said, shrugging her away and feeling foolish as she reappeared behind his computer, smiling at his hard-on. He sat back down again. "Why can't you change time?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, caressing her breasts as if she was the one in need. He nearly wished away that gem-encrusted bra. "I can erase the memory of the past or ease the pain of it, but I cannot change it."

"Why am I hard?" he asked, checking to make sure that was still true.

"Because you're no longer thinking about me, at least not directly."

"Yes, I am," he assured her, admiring how sexy she looked. He felt the appeal of all she was saying. Her patient smile made him realize there would be a limit to how much pleasure he would be allowed. "I thought I was the master?"

"You are, in exchange for wishes, Master."

"Fine, you want a wish?" he snapped. "I wish you would vanish long enough for me to have an orgasm with my girlfriend."

"You mean Sindee?"

"Yes," he grumbled.

"Your wish is my command," the pretty blonde with the dark eyes said before blinking out of existence. Her disappearance wasn't accompanied by a sound or visual effect. She was simply gone, as if she never existed. At the same time, the open page on his computer switched to a full-screen camera view of Sindee.

"Hey baby, I missed you yesterday," Sindee purred, offering a smile as pretty and genuine as ever.

"Oh fuck!" Mason squealed as his head spun as if he had just taken an unexpected turn inside a centrifuge.

"Mason?" Sindee asked, looking concerned. "You okay?"

"No," he said, looking around his space as if it was the first time he had seen it. Everything appeared in order. He still sat naked in front of his computer. The hallucination was gone but he saw the ornate bottle still sitting on his coffee table. The position of the sun hadn't changed. The world was the world he always knew.

"Mason? Sweetie?" Sindee asked. She looked stuck between concern and laughter. "What's happening?"

"Good question," he mumbled while struggling to regain his bearings. "Great question, actually."

"Please tell me this isn't how you start every morning," Sindee giggled. From off-camera, she picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

Morning, he thought, bringing up the clock on his computer to check the time. "Isn't it still early for you?" He knew they lived in the same time zone, but nothing more identifying than that.

"Actually, I've been up for hours," she said with a happy smile. "I fell asleep waiting for a certain favorite caller and when I woke up, I didn't feel like taking any more calls."

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I should have sent an email or something."

"No! You're fine!" she quickly insisted. "I'm just glad you're okay." She leaned forward as if looking into her camera would make his image bigger on her screen. "You are okay, aren't you?"

"I'm not sure yet," he said with a sideways glance at the bottle still sitting on his coffee table. "I'm naked, does that count?"

"Ooo! I want to see," she giggled and the music of that giggle helped draw him back center better than anything else. Without the tech of her set-up, Mason had to stand to show off his nudity. "Mm, naked and ready for some fun, too! Someone had a good morning."

"Actually," he said, sitting back down and staring at her for a moment. "Seriously, why are you online this early? It's not even nine o'clock."

Sindee blinked hard before shrugging. "I don't know, I just felt like it would be a good idea, that's all. Now that you're here, I can see why I felt that way."

"Have you ever signed on this early on a Sunday?"

"Not that I remember, but why not? If you need to change your time, we can."

"No need for that," he quickly replied. "This is sort of a whim for me, too."

"Good, because mornings suck, and not in a fun way." Working the controller on her end of the connection, she panned the camera out to show more than just her head. "I'm testing out new cam software."

"You're actually sitting at your desk," he noted. Typically, Sindee worked while sitting on her bed. A couple of months ago, she had turned her camera around and given him a tour of her studio. What had looked like a bedroom to him had turned out to be only half true. Sindee had turned the master bedroom of her apartment into a broadcast space with a bed against one wall while the rest of the space was used for light stands, a computer desk, and the giant-sized TV screen she used as a monitor during her calls she wouldn't have to squint at a computer screen. Her camera worked on a remote control that she could pan and zoom in for the all-important money shots.

"This is the smallest you've ever been," she joked before looking off-camera in the general direction of the big TV. "Although you're still giant-sized over there."

Feeling his head spinning with a sudden sense of déjà vu, he realized her hair had changed colors since Wednesday. Her hair color changed so often that he hadn't picked up on the change at the beginning of the call. "You're a redhead."

"If you want to call this red," she laughed, holding up a piece of her fire-engine red hair. "It came out darker than I wanted."

"How tall are you?" he blurted out, hating the urgent edge to his voice.

"Five foot two," she replied, tilting her head. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"Yeah, sorry," he said, apologizing for the sharpness in his voice that the realization she was petite provoked. Conjuring up what he hoped looked like a sincere smile, he needed to ask one more question. "Do you still have blue hair elsewhere?"

"Hey! How did you know?"

His world spinning out of control, he muttered something under his breath.

"Do you want to see?" she purred.

"Not yet," he said, unhappy to learn how accurately the genie had recreated his online girlfriend. She had presented herself in ways Mason had never guessed and that bothered him. He had one more test. "What color is your natural hair?"

"The ugliest dishwater blonde you've ever seen," she said with a snicker. "Seriously, it's like somewhere between brown and blonde without being either one. I always hated it."

"Fuck."

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, it's just . . .," he glanced at the bottle on the coffee table again. "Do you believe in magic?"

"Like Criss Angel or something? I saw him once and he was amazing."

"No, like real magic." He couldn't bring himself to ask specifically about something as absurd as a genie.

"I don't know if I'm superstitious, but I'm at least a little 'stitious," she said, offering a bit of fun wordplay that didn't escape him.

"Cute," he acknowledged, but it wasn't quite the answer he wanted. "I mean more like fairies or something."

"Gosh, I don't know," she mused, staring into the camera as if she was really looking at him. "I have a four-leaf clover on my keychain.I would have more than that, but I'm allowed to have talismans. My shrink says talismans won't fix my agoraphobia and I'm not allowed to believe in real magic, either. Otherwise, my keychain would be three feet long with all the charms. Does that count for anything?"

"It counts," he said, noticing that he still sported a full hard-on despite feeling very distracted and disoriented. When he touched himself, he felt his cock throb with need. How could that be? Was this the work of the genie? Had she somehow made him excited and hard as a way to fulfill his wish? "Fuck, I'm excited."

With all the grace of an experienced cam-girl, Sindee accepted his proclamation as an invitation. "Mm, care to show me again?"

"You already know what it looks like," he said even as he rose to show it off again.

"I still like seeing it," she purred. "You have like the perfect sized cock."

"You don't really know that."

"Trust me, darling. I spend my nights watching men jerk off. I know a good one when I see it."

"Except it's morning, not night."

"Just makes it sexier," she cooed, sliding her chair backward and cupping one of her breasts. "I might hate mornings, but I love morning sex."

"Oh really?" he mused, feeling the pull of her seduction. "Maybe you could show me that blue hair you kept."

"I kept it for you," she said, standing and showing off the tiny tuft of pubic hair that changed colors as frequently as the hair on top of her head. The small triangle of pubic hair grew long enough for her to curl around a finger. "Don't you remember what you asked on Wednesday?"

"If you ever shaved it all off," he answered as he gently tugged on his manhood.

"And what did I say?"

"You would if I would," he replied as if on auto-pilot, transfixed by seeing her open display of nudity.

Sindee did not have a perfect body. She had covered an old scar on her left breast with a shoulder tattoo that went halfway down her bicep and across her shoulder until it cupped her breast and covered that old wound. While she wasn't fat, she had the curves of a real woman. Between her tattoo, strange hair colors, and multiple piercings, she looked unlike any woman Mason had ever dated. Sometimes, he marveled that they had ever connected.

"Let me get more comfortable," she said, adjusting her camera before sashaying to the bed. He admired how her ass cheeks swayed and he smiled. Once she was on the bed, she zoomed the camera in for a close-up of her pussy. "Can you see how wet she is?" Parting her smooth labia, she revealed shiny inner lips and the swollen bud of her clitoris.

"Fuck, I love it when you do that," he gasped.

"I know," she giggled and that sound teased him as much as the intimate view of her private parts.

"Do you do this for all your callers?"

"For any who wants me to do it."

He felt a painful ache of desire. "That's so hot." He truly loved her lack of modesty.

"Mm, I am," she assured him, slipping two fingers inside herself and letting him see how slick they became. "Do you know why?" He waited for her answer. "Because it's you."

"I bet you say that to all the boys," he joked.

"I do, but with you, I mean it." He appreciated her insistence but didn't buy into it. When she reached off-camera for something, he enjoyed how her body moved. A pair of scissors flashed in her hand as she pulled on the blue tuft of pubic hair. After a single snip, she held up the single lock of hair. "I bet you could make a fortune auctioning that off."

"Probably," she agreed. "But I don't do souvenirs. What you see is what you get and nothing more." The remaining patch of short hair didn't warrant shaving cream. With a single stroke of a razor, there was nothing left. "Ta-daa!"

Mason's cock throbbed with need as he rejected satisfying himself. That would happen soon enough. For the moment, he needed the normality of chatting with her. "What will your other regulars think?"

She shrugged. "Some will like it, some won't, and some won't even notice the change."

He liked her devil-may-care attitude; he liked it a lot. There would always be other callers he would never see or know. While she had given him the number to a less expensive line, he knew she hadn't set up that discounted number just for him. Those other callers didn't matter to him as long as he felt special to her. Seeing her bald pussy, he felt very special indeed. "Have you done that before? You know, gone completely bare?"

"Only twice. It's not like it's a big change," she said with a snicker while keeping her camera zoomed in on her lady-parts for him to admire. "The first time was before I started doing this. The second time happened a couple of years back. And both times, I made him do it, too."

"Do I have to do it right now?" He didn't want the hassle of trying something for the first time.

"Up to you," she said, zooming out so he could see her smile. "It would be fun to watch, but you don't have to do it this second unless you want to. Maybe you could send me pictures or something."

"You watched other guys do it though, right?"

"The first time, it was with a boyfriend and we did it together. The second, it was with a caller and I made him do it first."

He watched as she caressed the blank spot of freshly shaved skin. "Does it really feel that different?"

"Every time I touch it, I'm going to think of you," she purred, caressing much lower than where she had shaved. "It's sort of my trademark, you know?"

For a moment, Mason felt ashamed that he had asked her to do it. "You didn't have to do it if you didn't want to do it."

"I know." Off-camera, she pressed on her remote control, zooming the camera in on her face. She stopped before cutting off the view of her chest. "But you better really do it, you hear me?"

"I promise I'll send you before and after shots."

"And during?"

"You know it," he promised, enjoying how the idea teased him.

"Do you have a girlfriend who will notice the difference?"

"Not at the moment. I'm not sure I'm going to bother with Laura anymore."

"Aw, what happened? I thought you liked her?"

He had dated her three times before realizing she was just a little off. "I detected the risk of too much crazy."

"Well, you know my rule about crazy, right?"

"Never fuck crazy," he recited. He also knew that "crazy" was a reason for getting banned from calling her, too.

"See? That's why you need a girl like me!" she laughed. "I have a good job and I don't expect any man to pay my bills. Of course, I happen to get naked online in front of strangers for a living, but nobody's perfect, right?"

"I could be okay with that," he laughed.

"Provided you could watch, right?"

That suggestion made him throb harder than he expected. "Actually, I hadn't even considered that possibility."

"See? That's why I like you so much; you don't assume things."

"Could that ever be a thing?" He liked the idea of watching her at work.

She scrunched up her face while thinking about it. "Maybe? I mean, I would have to be absolutely in love with the guy and the caller would have to know I was being watched, too." She shrugged. "Yeah, under the right circumstances, I could let a boyfriend watch me work as long as he was absolutely quiet and didn't interrupt. Hell, it would fun to glance over and see him watching me, too. I don't know. I do know it would take a very special guy for something like to happen."

"Do you even have a boyfriend?"

"You," she purred, zooming out her camera to show off the rest of her body.

"And your dozens of other callers."

"I like you because you're no bullshit. You have no idea how much that means to me. Guys like to lie to cam-girls. They build themselves up to be things I know they're not. I like how we can talk for real and you don't try to change me."

Their open honesty was the reason Mason thought of his time with her as therapy. When he had told her that, she had looked touched and promised she would never lie to him. (She had also reminded him that she wasn't a licensed therapist.) Despite knowing he was nothing more than a regular customer, their relationship still felt very real to him.

"Are you ready to get off?" she asked, still caressing herself. She zoomed in on her pussy for his enjoyment.

"You look like you are."

"I keep reaching for my curl and it's not there," she giggled. She didn't move the camera. "Can I watch you do it?"

"Yes," he said, pushing back his chair and stepping backward until he reached the counter between his kitchen and dining space. Without a fancy camera like hers, that was the only way he could provide her with a view of what he was doing.

"Mm, that's what I missed seeing last night," she purred and from the way she moved her fingers, she meant it. "You are so fucking hot."

"Stop it," he grinned, always feeling self-conscious whenever she said something like that.

"Laura's going to miss that body."

"Laura never got this body," he said, caressing himself.

"Fuck, my nipples are hard," she gasped, reaching for her remote, panning out, and providing him with a wider shot as she played with her nipples. He caught the shimmer of her nipple jewelry and groaned. In his everyday life, Mason would never think of approaching a woman like Sindee. No way would someone like her be interested in a buttoned-down, conservative-looking person like him.

They got each other off. At least he believed she got off, too. He watched her orgasm happen, heard her cries, and saw how her body reacted to her caress. If that wasn't a real orgasm, then she was a damn good performer. He knew the truth could be either one of those answers.

Without being better prepared for his orgasm, Mason had only two choices. He could make a mess and let it fly unfettered across the space between where he stood and the table or he could catch it in his palm. With the paper towels just out of reach, he chose to catch it rather than creating a mess to clean up. Listening to her moans while watching her stomach ripple with her orgasm, he groaned and joined her thrill, shooting and spraying his pent-up orgasm into his palm with joy and relief. Fuck, that felt good! Closing his eyes, he shivered as he came while holding on to that last image of her orgasm in his mind's eye.