David slumped into his hotel room after a grueling day of meetings, the weight of his fifty years pressing on his shoulders like the cheap suit he wore. At his age, business travel felt more like punishment than opportunity, with nothing but empty nights ahead. As he unpacked, a glint from the nightstand caught his eye—an ornate brass lamp, dusty and out of place. Curiosity piqued, he rubbed it absentmindedly. Smoke billowed out, and from it emerged a petite, stunningly beautiful woman, completely nude, her skin glowing like polished bronze. "Thank you for freeing me, traveler," she purred, her voice sharp with wit. "Most men would have wished for something dull by now, but you look like you need more than a lamp's polish."
David blinked, stunned by her confidence and lack of clothing. She wasn't submissive; she stood tall despite her small frame, appraising him with a smirk. "Who are you?" he stammered. "A genie, obviously. And you're no spring chicken, are you? Let's fix that." With a snap, David felt his body surge with youth—suddenly twenty-five, fit, muscles rippling, and his cock hardening into something impressively big and throbbing. He gasped, the transformation leaving him panting already. The genie laughed, witty and bold. "There we go. Now you're worth my time. But don't get cocky; I give as good as I get."
She dropped to her knees without hesitation, her strong hands gripping his thighs. "A blowjob to seal the deal?" she teased, her tongue flicking out. David groaned as she took his hard cock into her mouth, sucking with expert rhythm, her petite body moving with surprising power. "God, you're good at this," he managed between pants. She pulled back briefly, eyes sparkling. "Flattery won't earn extra wishes, but keep talking dirty and I might reward you." The wet sounds filled the room as she worked him, her ass swaying invitingly, making him hornier than he'd felt in decades.
Pulling away just as he neared the edge, the genie stood, wiping her lips with a grin. "Three wishes, handsome, but they must be made while we fuck—before you cum. After you explode, I'll grant them one by one." David, sweating and desperate, nodded. She pushed him onto the bed, straddling him with fierce control. "Ride me like you mean it," she commanded, lowering her dripping pussy onto his big cock. He thrust up, the sensation electric, her walls clenching tight. "You're in charge, but I'm no pushover," she quipped, grinding down hard.
As they moved together, bodies slapping in rhythm, David panted out his first wish. "I wish to be rich beyond my wildest dreams!" The genie moaned approval, her strong hands pinning his wrists playfully. "Bold start. Keep going before you lose it." He felt her wetness dripping down his shaft, the heat building. "Second wish—success in everything I touch!" Their pace quickened, her ass bouncing as she rode him expertly, witty barbs flying. "You're sweating like a rookie, but your cock feels divine. Last one, make it count."
In the throes of passion, David blurted the third wish poorly, his mind fogged by lust. "I wish to be eternally desired as the ultimate beauty!" He meant something else entirely, but the words hung there as she laughed sharply. "Oh, darling, wording matters." They fucked harder, her pussy milking him, until he came explosively inside her, cum flooding her depths as she climaxed with a triumphant cry, her strong form unyielding. Panting, they collapsed briefly, the genie smiling knowingly.
She granted the wishes one at a time, starting with wealth and success that manifested in his mind as distant certainties. But the third wish twisted horribly due to his miswording. David felt a horrifying shift—his body shrinking, softening, cock vanishing as curves formed, hair turning vibrant red, face becoming that of a petite, beautiful eighteen-year-old woman. "What have you done?" he cried in a new, sultry voice, now Daisy, staring at her transformed reflection in horror. The genie watched, amused and strong. "You wished it, dear."
Daisy stood, her new body alive with sensation, feeling incredibly horny as arousal surged through her veins. Every nerve tingled with fresh desire, her pussy wet and aching anew. The genie dressed with a flourish, leaving a tantalizing promise. "The real fun begins when you learn to embrace it, Daisy—chapter two awaits your first true adventure."
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