Genie Part 8
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


Shortly, he finished in the office. I think he was in a hurry now that he had
sex on his mind.

We walked to the cave. Hank walked behind me and I could feel his eyes on my
butt. 'OK,' I said, 'let's see if the computer in here works.' He turned on
the computer and booted it up. The title page illuminated the monitor. 'See,
just like I said, everything works fine,' he said, 'now about that tip you
mentioned.'

I looked him square in the eyes as I untied my bikini top. In a low voice I
said, 'Do you think you can handle me?' I watched and was pleased as his eyes
widened as he took in my tits. 'Come on, big boy, don't be bashful, let's see
what you've got,' I teased, and he started to unbutton his shirt.

I unsnapped my shorts and let them fall to the ground. Now, naked, he stopped
and his jaw dropped open noticibly. I walked up to him and, grasping his shirt
by the lapels, tore it open with button's popping off. He had a wife-beater
undershirt on that I shreaded. His hairy pot belly was now exposed. 'What's
the matter, Hank, haven't you ever had a real woman before?' I asked. Until he
saw me naked, I don't think he realized how muscular I am. Now he was
intimidated.

'Hey, err, maybe I should just pack up my stuff. I have another appointment in
a little while,' he said. 'Oh, Hank, you're being bashful,' I said, 'Come on,
we can have some fun for a while, here, let me help you with those pants.' I
unsnapped the pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He had an erection,
but he was only about 5-inches. 'Oh, Hank, you stud,' I lied, 'you're quite
the man,' and I took his penis in my hand. My hand engulfed his shaft. I
squeezed gently, but Hank winced and said, 'Hey, that hurts.'

'Oh, I'm sorry, did Genie hurt little Hank,' I said. I was having the feeling
I get when I take those 'supplement' tablets, sort of a rush, a need to
workout, exercize. 'Here, Hank, suck on my tits,' I told him and, still
holding onto his penis, drew him into my chest. He crudely suckled my tit. His
lips were rough on my skin.

With my left hand behind his head, I pushed him into my chest, while my right
hand stroked his shaft. Soon he came; however, he was fast loosing air. When I
felt he was about to pass out, I loosened my grip on the back of his head and
let him fall to the floor. I looked down and some of his cum was on my leg.

'Lick that off me, bitch!' I ordered. He hesitated and I balled my hand into a
fist. This got him moving because he lapped up every drop.

'Alright, pervert, I gave you your 'tip', get your ass out of here and if you
think of telling anyone about this, I'll have to hurt you. Besides, you took
advantage of me while my aunt was away, so don't get any bright ideas,' I
said.

He tripped over his pants trying to button them up and almost ran to his
truck. He sped away without as much as a word. I gathered up my shorts and
top, turned off the computer and locked up the cave.

Now, back in the house, I returned to Alicia's office. I cleaned off the
dildo, and, still feeling the 'rush' of the 'supplement', reapplied a little
petroleum jelly. Watching my reflection in the mirror, I explored my body with
my right hand while inserting the dildo with my left. The feeling was
increddible. I thrust and thrust, watching as the shaft nearly disappeared
into my vagina. I soon brought myself to orgasm.

Again I cleaned the dildo and replaced it where I had found it. I made sure
that Aunt Alicia wouldn't be able to tell I had been going through her things.
I padded to my room, the thought of a hot shower sounding better and better. I
was just about there when I heard a knock on the back door. 'That's unusual',
I thought, but went to see who it was.

I peeked through the side window. It was the gardener. I opened the door and
he glanced down not wanting to meet my gaze. He had an envelope in his hand.
'What's that?' I asked, pointing to the envelope. He held it up for me, but
still averted his eyes.

'Since he's only seen me twice and each time I was naked, he couldn't be
embarrased', I thought. 'I'm Genie,' I said pointing to my chest, 'What's your
name?' I asked, pointing to him. 'Diego,' he said to the boots he was wearing.
I touched the base of his chin and raised his face up. 'There, that's better,'
I said, 'I like to look at who I'm talking to.'

'Pleased to meet you, Diego,' I said and held out my hand to shake. This he
understood and shook my hand with a firm grip.

I opened the envelope. It was handwritten and said; "My name is Diego Gomez. I
am in love with your muscles. I want to please you in anyway I can. I am
trying to learn English so I can talk to you, but it is hard. You are a
goddess. I will do anything for you, do not send me away." It was signed at
the bottom, "Your slave." I looked back up at Diego and he was blushing but
managed a smile. I didn't exactly know how to react to this.

At the very bottom of the page there was the following added; "I translated
this for my nephew. He's a good man. Please treat him nice. He is in the
country without papers, but is a hard worker, thank you." This last was
unsigned.

I sat the letter on the kitchen counter. I had no idea what to do with this or
with Diego. Why did Aunt Alicia have to be away?

'Where do you live, Diego?' I asked him. He looked at me quizzically. I put my
palms together and lay my head on top of my hand mimicing sleep. He seemed to
understand. He pointed toward the river. I wondered if he were homeless.
'Well, let's see, until my aunt gets back, how about you sleep in the garage,'
I said, not knowing whether he understood or not.

I motioned for him to follow me and went out the back door and around to the
side yard where there was a door to the garage. I opened it and motioned him
inside. I found a camp cot hanging on a hook on the wall and lifted it down
for him. I motioned for him to stay there and went into the house and returned
with a couple of blankets and a spare pillow that had been on the top shelf in
my closet.

I wondered if he was hungry and made a motion like I was eating. He nodded
'yes' and followed me into the kitchen. He surveyed the kitchen as I was
looking through the pantry. He motioned for me to 'stop' and pointed to a
stool at the breakfast bar. I sat and he proceeded to open the refridgerator
and pantry, cupboards and drawers.

It was obvious he knew his way around a kitchen. He held up an egg, 'Huevos',
he said. 'Egg,' I told him. 'Egg', he said mimicing what I said. This happened
with several items while he worked.

What he sat before me was a Spanish omlette with fresh pico de gallo, sour
cream and avocado, with cottage fries on the side. Everything was seasoned
perfectly. It was wonderful. While I ate, he cleaned the pots and pans he had
used, putting them away.

Once I had finished with my plate, he removed it and proceeded to clean and
dry it and put it away as well. 'Diego,' I said, 'that was wonderful, how did
you learn to cook?' He merely looked at me, tilting his head slightly. This
lack of communication was frustrating.

I stood and motioned for him to follow me. I led him into my bathroom and
turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water. He understood,
but stood there. I began to unbutton his shirt. He didn't resist.

To be continued ...