Eliot enjoys time with one of his neighbors before making his first wish

Eliot made his way back to his apartment with a huge grin on his face, casually waving off offers of sex from half a dozen women that caught his eye on the subway ride home. Sex with Anne had been all he'd imagined it could be and it happened without him making a single wish. He made his way up to his meager apartment and unlocked his door, casually throwing his keys into a small bowl on the table before taking off his construction gear.

"Inara?" he asked with a grin.

The voluptuous ifrit appeared out of nowhere in front of him and wrapped her lithe arms around his shoulders, standing on tiptoes to give him a passionate kiss. He felt her body press against his through his shirt and jeans, her nipples clearly up and hard through the thin silks she wore against his where his chest met his stomach. The sheer heat radiating off of her like a furnace took some getting used to but he didn't mind it.

"Good evening, Eliot." she purred. "Did you have a fun day at work?"

"I imagine you can guess just how fun. My God, how on Earth is THAT ever supposed to be construed as a 'penalty?'" he asked with a chuckle, wrapping his muscular arms around her in return.

She laughed delightedly.

"Well, every single woman in a city of this size that so much as catches your fancy stopping to ask to fuck you could be construed as inconvenient, as it will take up a great deal of your time . . . but I do get a great deal of leeway with my penalties. They can be a penalty for those around you, more than yourself, if I feel generous."

He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Are you always this . . . generous with men who free you?"

Her answer was to reach down and unzip the fly of his jeans.

"Only the ones who delayed making their wish because they were more focused on fucking me several times - QUITE well, I might add - and even ate my pussy! Mmm, you're the first man in over four thousand years who did that for me - well, without my having to ask or use a penalty. I thought you deserved a reward . . ."

Her slim, nimble fingers fished out his cock and she began to lazily stroke him into hardness.

That's when there was a knock at the door.

He frowned, as he hadn't been expecting anyone, and reluctantly pushed her away.

"Speaking of!" she said with a giggle before giving the door an evil smirk. "Your day was so eventful I think you forgot all about this prissy bitch, but she cannot forget about you!"

He remembered suddenly his redheaded upstairs neighbor, the pilates instructor who had showed him her full ass and pussy first thing in the morning. He glanced at a nearby wall clock that read 6PM sharp. The knocking came again, more insistent.

"Typical. Well, I can't wait around all damn night, I've got plans-" he heard her mutter in a bitchy tone of voice.

Ordinarily, he would never once imagine opening a door with his cock hanging out of his pants already at half-mast, but his view on exhibitionism was rapidly changing. He walked up to the door, unlocked it and swung it open.

The redhead was still wearing her tight blue halter top and grey yoga pants, apparently having just come home from her job as well. She took one look at him, then focused down on his cock and gave a curt nod.

"Good, you're already hard. Ugh, thank heaven for small favors. What do you want me to do with . . . that?" she said, gesturing at his cock.

Something about the disdain on her face flipped a switch inside him and he stroked his chin.

"Come inside. Close the door. Then get naked."

She sighed audibly but did as he said, letting out a "Really? Fine." under her breath as she came in and began stripping.

Her skin was pale with a light dusting of freckles across her collarbone and tits. Her breasts were small but perky with long pink nipples, still indented with lines from her sports bra, dark freckles covering her cleavage. Her pussy was neatly hairless save for a single strip of curly red hair up her pelvis that made it clear her hair was natural, with a perfectly toned legs, tummy and ass that spoke to long hours at the gym. He walked around her and admired her body. She wouldn't be giving Inara any sleepless nights but she was certainly attractive. Her perfect bubble butt was especially noteworthy, the nicest one he'd see on a white girl in a long time.

"Can we hurry this up? Please?" she sighed as she kicked off her socks.

He calmly removed his shoes, socks and jeans as well, followed by his shirt. She actually averted her gaze, seeming more annoyed than anything.

"You know, you've been awfully rude and cold to me ever since I've moved in. I don't think I even know your name."

She made a small exasperated noise.

"Juliet, OK? My name is Juliet. Hi, hello, nice to meet you. Sorry I was cold or whatever, can we just get this over with? I've got plans tonight-"

He smacked her ass with a fraction of his superhuman strength, making her yelp. Inara took a place on the nearby couch and giggled, her hands lazily beginning to play with herself as she watched the scenario unfold, purple eyes glittering with lust and delight.

"As I understand it, the only thing you're able to do right now is make sure you take care of my cock to my personal satisfaction." he rumbled, casually squeezing her tennis ball sized tits from behind, making her squeak a bit in shock.

"Y- yes, that's true, but look- I'm sorry I was rude, I just, um, can we make this quick? Please? I- ah!"

Suddenly she felt his hard cock rub against her back, followed by his hands around her tiny waist, lifting her up. He walked her a few feet over to the couch and bent her over it. Her long red hair fell onto Inara's legs and she briefly stopped fondling herself to applaud.

"Tell me why you never talked to me and have always been so rude." Eliot said in a conversational tone as he rubbed her ass.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder, frowning.

"I- I just don't like thugs like you leering at me, OK? Jeez!"

Eliot's face darkened.

"Thugs. Like me."

He spanked her ass harder. She cried out and Inara laughed.

"And you assume I am a thug, because?"

She hissed in pain but didn't reply, so he spanked her again.

"Because you're big black guy who works a job for dumb idiots! God! Stop it, I'm going to bruise!"

Eliot made a small disapproving noise.

"Ah. Racist stereotypes. I should have known."

"I'm not racist! I have a black friend!" she said just before he landed another stinging blow to her lovely ass. "Ah!"

"Sure, sure. I've never heard that one before." he said with a snort.

"Please, just- just stop spanking me and let me get you off!" she whined. "I said I was sorry!"

He chuckled darkly.

"I don't think you really are sorry, in point of fact. At all. But don't worry - you're about to be."

"What do you- AAAH!"

Eliot was often told that he was too well-endowed by most of his lovers for them to even consider anal sex, which was fine as it hadn't held very much appeal for him . . . until now.

Inara gasped with pleasure as sharply as if he'd entered her when he shoved his thick cock into the bitchy redhead's ass with no lube or foreplay, her moans a counterpoint to the Juliet's scream.

"Oh, fuck, oh, FUCK! Not my ASS, please, you're TOO BIG, oh, OW, FUCK!" she screamed as he shoved his full length inside of her. She was unbelievably tight and her thrashing just made the sensation more wonderful. He moved in and out of her with agonizing slowness, enjoying her discomfort.

"I'm going to keep fucking that bitchy white ass of yours until I cum . . . and if you want me to cum faster, you're going to have to speak more nicely to me than that."

"Owww, what the fuck does that even mean- AHH!"

He rammed back into her harder, this time reaching down to pull on her long red hair.

"It means you treat me with respect. Try it." he growled.

She whimpered and began hissing out a different stream of dirty talk.

"Puh-please! Please fuck my ass! Please fuck my ass, I'm so sorry, AH!"

He rammed his thick rod back between her cheeks again harder.

"Please fuck my ass, what?" he said, panting but almost conversationally.

She screwed up her pretty features and spat out the next set of words in a rush through gritted teeth.

"Please- Please fuck my ass, SIR!"

He slid back in and out of her again, making her cry out.

"Better. Keep going."

She spat out the words again through gritted teeth grabbing onto the side of the couch with white knuckles.

"Please fuck my ass, uh, sir! I'm a rude bitch and I deserve it! Fuck my bitch ass, ahh, fuck, FUCK, you're so BIG, it HURTS!"

"Yeah, more, keep going . . ."

Inara lazily took one hand from between her legs where Juliet's face was mere inches away and pressed a glistening finger to her lips, winking at Eliot as she did so.

"Oh, sir, please fuck my bitchy white ass with your huge black cock! I deserve to get fucked up my stuck-up prissy white ass like the dumb, racist bitch I am!" she said, her voice now registering another level of shock at what was coming out of her mouth. "Fuck my ass hard, I deserve this! Make it huuuurt!"

Inara blew him a kiss and Eliot winked back at her before pounding into Juliet's ass again, this time with more vigor.

Eliot growled and let out a groan of satisfaction.

"Yeah . . . louder. Louder, you racist little bitch!"

"Oh, fuck my ass, SIR! PLEASE FUCK MY ASS, I DESERVE this, PUNISH me, sir, PUNISH ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK, DESTROY MY SLUTTY BITCH ASSHOLE!"

Inara had made herself completely nude somewhere along the lines of this happening and was pulling on her own thick dark nipples with a delighted look on her face as he jackhammered the redhead's asshole. The look on her face of sadistic, lustful glee coupled with the sensation of Juliet's tight asshole trembling around his thick cock was enough to send him over the edge. He came, hard, filling her ass with rope after rope of his seed . . . and Inara thrust her hips up into the redhead's mouth as she screamed, seemingly orgasming herself at the same time.

Eliot grunted as he pulled out of Juliet's asshole with an audible pop, leaving his seed dripping out from between her cheeks. He noticed her entire pale body was now flushed red and lying limply across the couch, resting against Inara's body. The redhead moaned softly before pushing herself up slowly, trying to get to a standing position and briefly failing at first, then finally accomplishing it. She was covered from head to toe in sweat and looked dazed.

"H- how . . . w- what . . . oh, fuck, my ASS!"

"I think I just did." Eliot said with a satisfied smirk on his face.

Her face lit up with rage and she began to speak.

"I've never let anybody fuck my ass before, but you- YOU-"

But then her voice changed in the middle of a sentence.

"You did a WONDERFUL job! Thank you, sir! I'm so very sorry I was such a bitchy racist tease before! Did you want to fuck my ass again? I just can't wait for more cock up my ass!"

She slapped her mouth in surprise. Eliot gave Inara a curious glance. The ifrit stretched like a cat, speaking in a lazy, post-orgasmic purr.

"What? I wanted to make sure she learned some manners and she was so very close to my pussy juice, well, I thought why not? Not all of my magic has to be used up in penalties and wishes, especially if it involves something that gives me pleasure. From now on, she'll have to say or do exactly the opposite of whatever she means . . . provided she keeps on being a racist little bitch."

Eliot laughed delightedly, even as Juliet moved on unstable legs to pick up her clothes and try to leave . . . only to fall to her knees before him.

"Did you want me to clean up your cock with my stupid bitch mouth?" she asked in simpering eager, tone, even though her eyes clearly registered disgust and horror at the very thought.

Eliot decided to take pity on her . . . for now.

"No, I'm done with you for tonight. Go away, I've got more important things to do."

She got to her feet again, looking like she was going to spit out invective, only for her to smile sweetly and peck him on the cheek as she gathered her clothes in a heap.

"Thank you, sir! Please contact me again whenever you want another assfucking, I live right upstairs!"

Her hands motioned to get dressed again, clearly furious and ashamed . . . then stopped, simply putting her clothes under her arm instead as she skipped out the door completely naked, ass cheeks bright red.

"HEY, EVERYBODY! Come look at my slutty body! I just let a black guy fuck me up the ass and I LOVED IT! Everybody come see what a huge slut I am!" he heard her yell loudly as she closed the door behind her and walked up the stairs . . . agonizingly slowly, yelling at the top of her lungs the entire time.

Eliot broke into delighted guffaws with Inara joining suit, laughing until he cried.

"How long is that going to last?" he asked, wiping tears of mirth from the corners of his green eyes.

"Oh, at least one month! We can refresh it if you have her back over again sometime while I'm good and horny."

Eliot chuckled again but shook his head.

"Perhaps, but right now I've got bigger fish to fry. I think I've finally figured out my first wish."

Inara sidled up to him eagerly and gave him a gentle kiss, rubbing against him eagerly.

"Ooh, what is it? Wealth? Power? Fame?"

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, determined to get the wording just right.

"I wish that any situation that displeases me will be changed to immediately benefit me instead and that nothing will result in my being harmed, imprisoned or inconvenienced in any way ever again."

Inara blinked in surprise but then nodded slowly, a smile growing on her face.

"That is a unique and lovely wish . . . full of possibilities! Hmm, yes, I think we can have some FUN with that! Your wish is now granted!"

Eliot raised an eyebrow. He didn't feel any differently and nothing around him seemed to have changed.

"No fireworks? No burst of magical energy?" he asked with surprise.

She kissed his chest and bit his nipple lightly before answering, hands exploring his body eagerly. Despite his having just fucked another woman mere minutes ago, he was instantly hard again at her hot, magical touch.

"Well, it's something of a reactionary wish, handsome, is it not? Don't worry, I was inspired by your memories of the one they call The Black Cat! Trust me, you'll see it in action should anyone dare try to so much as cut in line in front of you, much less harm or imprison you."

"Hmm. Well, strange as it sounds, I do trust you."

Inara laughed and pressed her body to his again more tightly.

"And that's another first! You're the first mortal man who wasn't a fool who has said that - knowing full what I am - and meant it!"

She looked up at him with her purple eyes full of surprising emotion, gently caressing his face.

"You truly are unique, Eliot. Think about your next wish for tomorrow after we're done."

"After we're done-" he began to ask, only to smile as she began kissing down his chest. "Ah. Of course. Shouldn't I shower first or-"

She wiggled a finger and he felt himself become clean as well as fully refreshed.

"A man could get used to this!" he muttered to himself as his second night of carnal delights with Inara began . . .