Befriending the World Owner

At the fastest speed she could muster without outright running, Vanessa was walking home. She didn't want to draw too much attention to herself, yet she direly needed to get home as fast as possible. Not that today was a very special day or anything: this was pretty much an everyday occurence for her.

You see, Vanessa was very much a nymphomaniac. She wasn't diagnosed or anything (nor did she want to), but she was pretty sure that most people didn't feel arousal 4 to 5 times a day. And thus, going through her day as a secretary was insanely hard for her, as she couldn't afford to leave her station to take care of her needs too often. As a result, she often found herself dashing home to tend to her needy cunt.

She often cursed herself for not thinking her job application through. Being a secretary for a sextoy firm sounded like a complete wet dream, with decent pay, and, as much as she didn't want to admit it, a highly sexually charged position. Or at least, she thought so: as she soon found out, work is work, and HR just happened to be even more focused on preventing anything sexual from happening rather than the opposite. Gone were her wistful fantasies of being called into her boss office to tongue her while she's in a meeting or being asked to test the new products.

At least she had coupons.

As she once again daydreamed on the way home, her panties growing wetter by the minute, she quickened her pace: decency be damned, she had to shlick, now!

She fumbled with her appartment keys, her frustration fueling her clumsiness in a vicious circle: finally, she managed to open her door. She slammed it, once again thanking the powers that be for her automatically locking door, kicked her shoes off, and ran towards her bedroom.

Then, she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Hello", said the smiling man sitting on her bed, slowly stroking himself while sniffing some panties.

A thousand questions raced through Vanessa's mind. Who is this man? How did he get in? Why does he look so calm? Why does his dick looks so appetizing? How can I defuse this situation as fast as possible and tend to my burning cunt?

"Woah, easy there! Give me some time to answer! So, I'm John Doe, I got in through basically magic, I look calm because I am calm, my dick looks so appetizing because I made it this way, and I think we both know the answer to your last question."

Again, Vanessa was dumbfounded. Did he... Did he just read her mind? Impossible. Yet those answers were very specific, especially the one about his dick; but still, mind reading? That's science-fiction, that's fantasy, that doesn't happ-

"You know you can talk, right. It doesn't make much difference to me, but it might for you."

"... Okay", Vanessa answered. "But... how did you know what I was thinking? What's the trick?"

"There's no trick."

"Shut up", Vanessa answered. "I'm not going to just accept magic."

"Yeah? Then explain to me how exactly I managed to snatch your panties from your snatch without removing your tights or pants."

Startled, Vanessa realized that the panties in his hands were those she was wearing right when she entered her appartment. Panic started to build inside her... and was weirdly suppressed soon after.

"Now don't panic", the man - named John, apparently - said, "I'm here to help. Let's cut to the chase; your surprise was quite enjoyable, but I find the cycle of questions and answers slow and tedious at best. Plus you've got a burning pussy to attend to, right?", he finished with a smirk.

How dare he talk about her in such a degrading way?! They've just met! She didn't really mind the dirty talk in and by itself - actually she was quite fond of it - but they were strangers! You don't say these kind of things to strangers, it's improper!

"Improper?! Now that's a good one. I broke into your house, stole your panties from your body and I'm actively using them as fap material, but it's the dirty talk that's improper?" John chuckled, then added: "Damn, I knew you were a fine catch! But now please stop thinking and listen to me. Ah, much better. So! I'm John Doe, and I'm your new best friend slash genie.

You see, I'm the new owner of this world, and therefore, almighty. I spent a few centuries dicking away, trying out situations, seeing what I could do - the answer is literally anything, by the way. Just to give you a sample of my abilites, I destroyed the Earth a few times, made it into an utopia a few other times, arranged for humanity's first contact with aliens, straight-up fucked with a galaxy, reshaped atoms to look like pussies, made rimming stray cats into a trendy things to do for celebrities, banished the whole concept of consent - quite the rapey hellscape this created - and lived out all of my fantasies. And when I say all, I mean all. Name it, I've done it. Heck I gave myself higher cognitive functions just to envision Kinks Man was Not Meant to Have.

So I know this might be hard to wrap your head around, but I grew bored. When you can do anything and everything, things become stale after a while. But simply erasing my memory and restarting again didn't sound interesting. What I chose to do, instead, is keeping a diminished version of my memories, and living out things by proxy. So I went back to Earth, 2020, and set out to find the perviest woman I could find.

And guess what? I found her, and that's you!"

Vanessa felt the weird haze in her mind dissipate. This was a lot to take in; of all the ways she expected her day to go, finding god masturbating to her panties wasn't one of them. But she was now 100% certain that he was, indeed, as omnipotent as he pretended to be. And she was also pretty sure that this certainty was his doing. One question, however, remained: now that he found her, what-

"-did I plan with you, yes, I didn't quite explain that, did I. Well, I happen to know for a fact that you could use some wishes to perv your life up, so I'm just going to hang with you and lend you a bit of my power. I don't expect anything in return: living out your dirtiest, kinkiest fantasies is exactly what I want you to do. I think you spent the evening daydreaming about eating out your boss, for instance?"

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, her boss was there, beside him, on her bed: her legs were spread, her bushy pussy in full view and damp with need, and she was moaning her name. He snapped his fingers again, and she disappeared, much to her dismay.

"So yeah, this is your life now. The only thing is, I will **** you and your intimacy, but I know for a fact that it's one of your many kinks, you dirty, naughty slut. Now, I'm tired of fapping: why don't you hop on my dick so I can fuck your brains out like the cheap little whore you are?"

She didn't need much more encouragement than that: she pulled down her jeans, tore open her tights, and jumped on his cock. She felt it filling her just right, hitting all of her weak spots at once, as if it was tailored for her - scratch that, it must be tailored for her. Pushing John on her bed, she started riding and humping and grinding, her cunt crying its ecstasy after waiting for so long. As she vigorously plunged herself on John's dick, she felt his fingers fnding their way to her clit, aggressively massaging and driving her even madder with pleasure.

The second John's other hand ripped off her T-shirt, she started climaxing: when he started grabbing and twisting, her orgasm intensified; and when she started feeling more hands groping every single part of her body, fondling her breasts, scratching her skin, kneading her butt and violating her ass, she howled her pleasure as loud as she could, decency be damned.

She emerged from her cloud nine haze... some time later. She could tell that night fell while she was immersed in bliss, but not much more. A bit wobbly, she opened her eyes to see John masturbating over her bed.

"Don't worry, just sleep for now", John said with a grin. "I'm just making sure you'll wake up in a bed full of cum."

With a satisfied sigh, Vanessa got in a more comfortable position, pulled her stained sheets over her naked body, and quitely dozed off to the sounds of her new best friend slash genie loudly stroking himself.

She just couldn't wait for the first day of her new, sex-filled life!