A Dream Cum True (MF, humor, Mdom, oral, anal) [1/2]

PART ONE

Mike Nielsen loved "I Dream Of Jeannie" for many reasons, but
one in particular he shared with legions of men around the
world.  The idea of having a gorgeous, skimpily-dressed woman
at his command was an obvious dream come true.  And, like
most men, he thought Major Nelson was an idiot for not taking
advantage of the situation.

Mike thought of this as he chugged a beer in his living room,
lit by the flickering light of the TV.  It was showing "Jeannie"
on Nickelodeon, a rerun he'd seen a hundred times about
Jeannie fixing time so it was always Saturday.  Mike wished
he could do that instead of going to work tomorrow.

Mike winced at the sight of Jeannie's harem outfit.  Man, it
turned him on.  If only the network censors of the time had
allowed Barbara Eden to show more skin.

Mike sighed and reached for another beer from the six-pack
next to the couch.  He popped the top.

Instead of the hiss of escaping gas, the beer can erupted in
a loud roar.  Mike cried out, dropping the can.  When it hit
the carpet, instead of beer, smoke poured out.  It formed a
cloud that rose and swelled as it began to take on a definite
shape.  Colors rippled through the smoke until they settled
into place.

Mike's eyes widened as the smoke came together to form
an incredibly gorgeous woman.  Her feet were bare, but
her long legs were enveloped in red, swelling pants that were
just transparent enough to give him a view of her muscular
calves and thighs.  The pants stopped just above her waist,
low enough that Mike could see a few tendrils of her blond
pubic hair poking out of the waistline.

Her toned and smooth stomach was fully-exposed with her
bellybutton a cute indentation in its center.  Her ribs
were covered by a red, silken bra with gold trim on the
edges.  The top was cut low enough to expose a generous
helping of cleavage from her massive breasts.

Her throat was draped in a graceful scarf that curved up to
connect to the little cap on her flowing blonde hair.  The
scarf framed her narrow face, which was graced with a
sultry smile.  Her features were hauntingly exotic with a
mixture of influences - her almond eyes were Asian, and
her skin was the olive hue of the Middle East, but her blue
eyes and blonde hair betrayed a European past.  She was
without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever
seen.

Mike felt a shock as he realized she was dressed like a
genie.  Not just any genie.  Mike looked past the woman
to the TV and realized she was dressed almost exactly
like Jeannie on "I Dream of Jeannie."  The big difference was
that this outfit showed a lot more.

The woman's slanted blue eyes roamed Mike, studying him.
Then she closed her eyes.  She clasped her hands in front
of her face and bowed low, her long hair falling forward.
Mike was treated to an even better view of her ample
cleavage as her breasts spilled forward in her top.

"Greetings, master," the woman said.  "What is your
desire?"

"Holy shit," Mike whispered.  "You're a genie?"

The woman straightened, her smile returning as bright
as ever.  "Yes, master, I am a genie.  I was released
when you opened my prison, and now I will serve you
for the rest of your life."  She folded her arms over her
chest, held slightly out in a regal fashion.

Mike grabbed the beer can.  He turned it over in his
hands.  It looked like every other beer can he'd had,
except for what was inside.  "I thought genies always came
in lamps.  How'd you get inside a beer can?"

"It is a long story," the woman said.  "Not really worth
telling.  The point is that I am now your willing and
eager slave.  Command me, Michael Nielsen.  What is
it that you desire?"

Mike let his eyes roam over the curves of her body
in her outfit.  The way her full hips were tilted slightly to
one side.  The way her eyes shone with youthful innocence.
The way her nipples were clearly visible poking against of the
thin fabric of her top.  He could have anything in the world,
but right now a certain part of his body demanded only
one thing.

"You," Mike said.  "That's my first wish.  I want you."

The genie's brow crinkled slightly.  "I'm sorry, master.
I have only just learned English in the last few seconds.
What do you mean by 'I want you?'"

"You know," Mike prodded.  "I want you.  Your body."

The genie brightened.  "Oh, you mean you wish me to
have sex with you?"

"Uh, yeah.  That's my first wish."

The genie bowed forward again, exposing the valley of
her ample chest once more.  "Very well, master.
Your wish is my command."

She straightened, then folded her arms.  The genie nodded her
head in one quick movement.  She changed in a split second.
One minute, she was standing there in her harem outfit.  The
next, she was completely naked.  Her nudity was so
sudden that it hit Mike like a sledgehammer.

The genie had an incredible body.   Her legs were perfectly
curved, slightly muscular like a dancer's with full calves and
thighs, but with smooth lines that were almost like 
sculpture.  They led up to her pubic hair, which was
a neat triangle of straight blonde hair gracefully curving
inwards to her mound.

Her breasts looked even bigger when they were exposed, but
literally defied gravity, as firm and upright as if they were
weightless.  The orbs were capped by large brown nipples
that were hardened into small beads.  Her cap was gone, which
allowed her blonde hair to drape around her shoulders.

The genie spun around, her hands raised slightly in a
girlish fashion.  As she turned, Mike was treated to the
sight of the most perfect ass he had ever seen.  Each cheek
was the definition of a half-moon, like a fleshy sphere cut in
half and placed side-by-side.

At the very sight of her body, Mike's already stiffening
rod swelled into a raging hard-on that was almost painful
in its intensity.

"Is my body to your liking, master?" the genie asked.

Mike was so aroused that he could barely choke out
the words, "Yeah.  It's...amazing."

The genie's face lit up as her smile broadened.  "I am glad.
What sexual act would do you wish me to do first?  I am
well-trained in over five hundred sexual activities and
positions."

The first thought that came to Mike was one of the things
that his old girlfriends always refused to do.  "I wish for
a blowjob.  Uh, fellatio?  You know what that is?"

The genie turned serious as she nodded.  "Yes.  You wish
me to take you into my mouth.  As you wish, mas
ted for her to make her move.  But the genie
just sat there, staring at his organ, turning her head
slightly on occasion to see it from a different angle.

Mike flushed.  "Uh, yeah, uh, I know it's not the biggest..."

"The size does not concern me," the genie said.  "I am
trying to see what you would enjoy the most.  Every
male organ is different, requiring certain techniques for
maximum enjoyment.  I think I am ready now."

Mike forced a grin, but this was all starting to freak him
out.  "Don't care about size, huh?  Well, that's a first..."

His voice was cut short as she lunged forward.  Her open
mouth engulfed his staff, then clamped shut around it.
Mike felt himself being pulled deeper into her throat by
suction so powerful that it was like a vacuum.  The genie
literally swallowed his cockhead, pulling him in to the hilt.
She didn't stop until he was all the way in, her lips touching
in his pubic hair.

Mike had to grab the arm and back of his couch at the
sensations she was causing.  He groaned hard and deep,
but he soon realized she was just getting started.
He felt her tongue slide underneath his shaft, and he could
feel her taste buds running over his skin. 

Mike's fingers were digging into his couch as hard as
they could.  His whole body was rigid, every muscle
tight as waves of pleasure throbbed through his body.
His vision was blurry with tears as he looked down at the
genie.  Despite what he could feel her doing to him, her
head was motionless, her expression calm without any
apparent strain.

The genie's tongue continued to slide along the underside of his
shaft.  The suction felt like it was going to pull his whole body
into her, as if his hips were the only things keeping him on the
outside.  He could barely move, only hang on for dear life, and
groan continuously with every breath.

Her tongue began to twist itself around and around his
shaft like a corkscrew.  It was all too much for Mike to take.
He squeezed his eyes shut, his body tingling with pleasure, as
his balls practically boiled with cum.

"Oh, man," Mike grunted.  "I...I can't take this...I'm
gonna...gonna..."

He came harder than he had ever cum in his life.  His
entire body convulsed as he shot the first load.  She
easily sucked the cum into her throat.  Mike shot again and
again, pouring out more cum than he had ever known.
And the suction continued, pulling out every drop,
until Mike felt like his balls were being drawn out as
well.

Even though he was drained, Mike continued to cum
for another minute.  Eventually, the spasms eased until
finally he just lay there on the couch.  Every muscle
was limp.  It was as if every part of him had cum at the
same time.  It was, without a doubt, the most incredible
orgasm he had ever experienced.

Only when Mike stopped moving, lying with his head
limp against the couch, did the genie stop her
movements.  She released his exhausted penis from her
mouth, giving it a light kiss as the head passed through
her lips, then smiled.

"Did I do well, master?" the genie asked.

"Oh, yeah," Mike sighed.  "That was amazing.  I've
never...never felt anything like that in my life.  It was
the best."

The genie's eyes sparkled with joy as she rose to
her feet.  "I am glad to hear that.  Now would you like
to have sex with me?"

Mike looked up at her.  "Are you nuts?  I'm finished.
I couldn't go again if I wanted to."

The genie tilted her head to one side.  "Do
you _want_ to...'go again?'"

Mike looked at her gorgeous breasts, like ripe melons
begging to be plucked.  Her smiling, innocent face
glowed with its beauty.  Her smooth, contoured body
lay spread before him, still driving him wild with its
perfection.

"Yeah," Mike said.  "Yeah, I'd love to.  Maybe in an
hour..."

The genie folded her arms over her full breasts.  She
nodded her head swiftly.  There was a noise like the
twanging of a rubber band.  Mike stared in awe as
his penis began to inflate like a balloon.  It swelled
larger and larger until it was its regular size.  Then
it kept going.  By the time it stopped growing, it was
twelve inches long and two inches thick, a yardstick
of hard, throbbing flesh.

"What'd you do to me?" Mike gasped.

"You wished to continue to have sex with me," the genie
said.  "So I restored you.  And, forgive my forwardness,
but earlier you seemed to express concern for the size
of your penis, so I enlarged it.  Does this please you,
master?  If not, I can bring it back to normal."

Mike looked over his new organ.  He couldn't help
grinning.  It made the studs on porno movies look
like babies.

"Nah," he said.  "Nah, I kinda like it.  Uh, can I get it
back down again?"

"Certainly," the genie said.  "You now have complete
control over your penis.  It will respond perfectly whenever
you want it and however you want it."

Mike decided to test it.  He thought of it going down,
and the penis immediately dropped to a normal deflated
size.  And all he had to do was think of another erection,
and it was back in action.  It was great.  Every guy should
have had that ability to begin with.

Mike grinned up at the genie.  "Boy, when you grant wishes,
you don't fool around."