Unlimited (with a catch)

“You are allowed an unlimited number of wishes, Mistress,” the genie replies.

“Really? In most stories the genie only grants three wishes,” I respond. I pause a moment to think when something hits me. “What’s the catch? The effects wear off after a few hours? Something bad or unexpected happens if I don’t word it carefully?”

“No, Mistress. There is only one ‘catch’, as you call it.”

“I knew it. Well, what is it?”

“While you are allowed an unlimited number of wishes in total, I am only able to grant one wish every time you summon me.”

“Why only one?”

“Because that is the extent of wishes that my cum has the power to grant.”

I cock an eyebrow at the genie’s explanation. “Wait...your ‘cum’? What do you mean? You don’t just grant my wishes after I wish them?”

“No, Mistress. Please, allow me to explain,” he replies. “As I mentioned, in order to summon me you must first bring yourself to climax using the ‘dildo’. You then make your wish. When you are satisfied with your wish, I continue as I was before, thrusting in and out of you until I reach my own climax and cum inside of you. After that, the magic in my cum takes effect as it mixes with your own womanly fluids, granting your wish.”

I am taken aback somewhat by this explanation, not sure how to react to it. On one hand, it’s incredibly arousing, knowing I get to have sex with this wonderful creature whenever I want to make a wish. At the same time, though, I’m not sure how I feel about the genie having to cum inside me to grant my wishes. What if he gets me pregnant? Is that even possible?

“You need not worry, Mistress,” the genie says suddenly, seeing the questioning look on my face. “Many of my previous owners had the same concern. It is not possible for me to impregnate you. That is one power that my cum does not possess.”

With that, I feel the weight of my only real concern lift off my shoulders. I’m still a little curious about how only getting one wish per ‘session’ could be a bad thing, but I’m getting too hot again to think very much of it. As I look up at the genie, feeling newly reassured, a smile works its way across my lips.

“Hmm-mm, in that case,” I say playfully, moaning softly as I wiggle my hips with the genie still inside me. “Why don’t we get started?”

“Very well, Mistress.” The genie smiles as he begins slowly thrusting in and out of me again. “What is your first wish?”