The Rules

The genie looked at John with disgust. "You have as long as it takes, or until you die. Which will hopefully be soon."

"So you're not going to kill me?"

"I can't. Have you humans gotten so collectively stupid that you don't even remember The Rules?"

"People don't believe in genies these days; why would we know the rules? Why don't you sit down on my lap and tell me?"

"On your lap." She sighed and sat down in his lap. The tweed suit was itchy on her bum but she had ****. John played with her tits while she talked. "Okay, these are The Rules. You get three wishes that directly affect you in some way; you can't wish for more wishes. You can't use a wish to negate the a previous wish. Items can't be created or destroyed, so if you wish for the Star of India whoever owns it now will probably notice. You can't directly harm someone with a wish, but you can put them into situations where there's a good chance of the being harmed. You can heal someone, but you can't bring back the dead; technically you can, but nobody wants to see grandma's dried corpse walking around the house. Even after the wishing's done, you can't hurt me and I can't hurt you; Allah knows I want to. I have to grant the wishes you make or tell you why I can't; however, I get to decide how the wish is granted. Ever heard of a monkey's paw?"

"Aside from the hand-like appendage of a monkey, no."

"Good. Those are the basics. Now wish or get off the pot; I want to go back to my bottle."

John gave a half-leer. "I need time to think, and I need inspiration. You sit in my lap while I think."

"I'm not your muse, Bucko. But if you want me to sit here to be ogled for a while I guess I have to." She gave him a wicked grin. "I'll just entertain myself."

The genie began tracing designs on her bare flesh with her fingertip. Eventually her hands found her way down to her bush and she started stroking. John watched in fascination as she used her petite fingers with the long cobalt blue nails to stroke and please herself. Her gasps and moans grew louder and louder as her passion built.

She was gently rocking on his hips when she momentarily got a faraway look. "Do you know someone named... aah... Sarah?"

"My ex-wife?"

"She's on her way... aahh... up in the... aaahhh... the... aaa-aahh... elevator! Ohhh-hhh-ohh-hhh WOW!" A spray of girl's cum leaped from her pussy and struck John just below the belt. She gave him an embarrassed smile. "Well, I'd better go back to the bottle for now; wouldn't want the ex to see me!" She vanished in a wisp of smoke.

The doorbell rang and John went to answer it. It was indeed Sarah. She took one look at him and screwed her nose up.

"John, what have you been...? Ugh; never mind, I know exactly what you've been doing. It's amazing how you can still disgust me after all these years."

John looked down and saw the wet stain leaking down from just above his crotch.