In a Futa’s World: Part 1, The Wish

I stood in front of the woman in shock. There was no way I actually discovered a genie right? But the woman standing, well, floating, in front of me seemed to suggest otherwise. Hell, she even looked like a genie. Her skin was the semi-dark, sun-kissed tone that you would expect of a middle-eastern-woman. Her form was impossibly sexy, her waist slim without looking cartoonish, her abdominal muscles clearly defined without looking like a bodybuilder. Her sizable, but not overly exaggerated bust was barely contained in a single strap of cloth wrapping around her, creating a pleasant amount of cleavage. She didn’t have legs, but rather a transparent, glowing, ghostly tail extended from under the short wrap skirt. Her face was almost hard to look at, its beauty was so striking. Her dark hair flowed above and behind her head, spilling out of the high pony tail, floating like her tail. Her hair, clothing, and hands were adorned with gold chains and charms which seemed to float away from her body, not held by the bounds of gravity. Even as she moved the metal didn’t make a sound.

I was so lost and captivated by her beauty that the rest of the world fell away. I almost completely forgot that I was in my late aunt’s storage unit. The strange, gaudy, golden necklace fell from my hand to clatter to the floor. It was only after I picked it up and rubbed my finger over the large, green gem in the center that this woman, this genie, appeared in front of me.

“Whaa…?” I started to ask, though a small, sweet, and incredibly sexy smile crossed over her face, stealing away any other words I could think to form. I lowered my head, unable to look at her any more ashamed to be sharing space with a creature so beautiful.

The genie floated closer and reached out gently, taking my chin in her hands and lifting my head to look at her.

“What do you desire?” her voice ripped gently through me, exciting me, arousing me, and making me feel like I was falling in love all at once.

I knew exactly what I wanted, but it wasn’t something I would say out loud in polite company. But there was something about this creature in front of me that was disarming, making me want to reveal my secrets.

“I wish to live in a world of dominant women,” I heard my voice coming out of my mouth, though it was almost like I wasn’t even the one to form the words.

“Your wish… your desire… is my command,” the genie was nearly whispering, but somehow it was my entire world, I could hear nothing else, and nothing else mattered to me in that moment.

The genie floated further toward me, her hands, soft and warm, took a hold of my cheeks. She leaned her head closer, her slips puckering up the preamble of a kiss. My heart skipped a beat and I closed my eyes, preparing myself for her touch. I felt her lips press into mine, a wave of bliss washed over me.

But then suddenly, all those feelings fell away. Her hands and lips faded and I opened my eyes. I was still in the storage unit, but now I was alone, the golden necklace still at my feet. Any sign of the genie was gone, and every feeling she invoked was gone.

“I must be crazy,” I said aloud, lamenting the fact that nothing I just experienced was real. Instead, I finished my work in my aunt’s storage unit and went home.

Later that afternoon, I had an appointment with my realtor to finalize the rental agreement on a new apartment I was moving into downtown. This move was courtesy of my late aunt, who left me a sizable inheritance, allowing me to finally live in Central City, a dream of mine for quite some time.

I arrived at the apartment and walked in, the door having been unlocked by my realtor ahead of me. As I entered the kitchen, I saw two women standing around the kitchen counter’s snack bar area. I was completely thrown off by this, as it was not at all what I was expecting. First off, my realtor was a man named Sam, and there was never anyone else with him.

One of the women was wearing a suit with a skirt and a nametag with her name, Samantha, and the logo of the realty agency on it, but the other was dressed more casually, with a black tank top and short shorts. Both of them were incredibly attractive.

“Oh you’re here. Let’s get these papers signed,” the woman in the suit greeted me. Her words seemed casual, but there was a certain no-nonsense undertone. “So we talked last week about the arrangements, and nothing’s changed. This is Victoria, the Property Mistress, and whom you will be working with for payment.”

In my shock and confusion, I couldn’t form words. Why was this woman talking to me like she knew me? And what was a ‘Property Mistress?’ Was that some new-age term for landlord? Before I could form my thoughts enough to respond, Samantha continued.

“As agreed, your monthly payment can be made either orally or anally at your discretion, though of course, Victoria has the authority to override your choice,” Samtha explained. “So sign here, and let me remind you that backing out now will come with a significant penalty, maybe even involving jail time.”

“Um… okay,” I stepped forward. “But I had a couple questions…?”

“Well make it quick,” Samantha nearly cut me off. “I have a lot to do and no desire to waste any more time on you than I have to. What possible questions could you have?”

“Um… nevermind,” I cowed under her harsh glare and stepped forward, signing the papers without additional reservation.

“Oh, and we added a few things to the agreement,” Samantha said as I was finishing. “Something that better reflects your rather low station.”

I cold chill ran through me, what could she be talking about? Why was she being so cold toward me?

“As the Property Mistress, Victoria has the right to use you whenever she so chooses, in whatever way she chooses. She can also grant other parties access to the property, and to you, for as long as she chooses,” Samantha went on. “I mean it’s all pretty standard stuff, there shouldn’t be any surprises there.”

I was getting ready to start asking the obvious questions that were racing around in my head, but her final few words gave me pause. Letting my landlord have access to my home and to ME is just… standard stuff? What the hell was going on here?

“So I think we’re all wrapped up here, but before we go, there is just the matter of my fee as your realtor,” Samantha walked around the counter toward the open living room area next to the kitchen. “So how do you intend to pay, orally, or anally?”

I still had questions that I wanted to ask, but Samantha crossed her arms across her chest, cocked her hip out and stared daggers at me. I could tell that she was not in the mood to mess around or be kept waiting. Plus there was some weird convulsion deep in the recesses of my mind to bend to any request she made of me. I opened my mouth, intending to ask my questions, but I was completely surprised by what came out.

“Um, orally… I guess,” I muttered. Granted that was the choice I would have made, but that was not what I intended to say. I was so baffled by my own words that I didn’t move from my position for a moment.

“Well?” Samantha asked harshly, demanding, and getting, my full attention. “Then get over here and get on your knees!”

I found myself moving before I realized it, before I intended to. I stepped over to the powerful, imposing woman and dropped down to my knees. I sat back on my heels, putting my head right around waist-high. A flush of arousal ran through me at my position. Despite the confusion of my situation, I had to admit it was damn sexy being bossed around by this absolutely gorgeous woman.

Without any further hesitation, Samantha reached down and started hiking her skirt up over her thighs. As tight as it was, it took her some effort, her hands sliding back and forth along the hem, working the cloth higher and higher. My eyes went wide and blood rushed to my cock as more and more of her pantyhose covered legs were revealed before me. She said I was to pay orally, did that mean that she wanted me to eat her out? That, while an attractive prospect, was a very weird and unexpected turn of events. Did I strike gold here?

But once her panties were revealed, I was greeted with a sight I did not expect. Her girly, pink lace panties were stretched around a very large bulge that came into focus as a cock and balls! And while I have never been accused of having a small package, this woman easily put me to shame. Without hesitation, Samanthat pulled her panties down, causing her package to fall heavily out, her semi-erect penis staring me in the face like an angry viper. With a quick movement of a woman who does this often, she tucked her underwear up under her balls, keeping them out of the way for what was apparently about to happen.

To say I was confused was an understatement. Suddenly the idea of ‘paying orally’ took on a very different meaning. Surely she didn’t expect me to suck this monster? How could this be a legal way to rent an apartment?

“You want me to…?” I started, looking up at her in disbelief, my mouth not even able to say the thing out loud.

“Listen, YOU wanted to pay orally… I have other clients today, so we need to get this done,” Samantha practically barked. She spoke like a businesswoman, someone who was just trying to close a deal, as if what was happening now wasn’t the absurdity that it clearly was. “So get those pretty lips to work before I charge you a late payment penalty.”

Her demand hit me like a truck, the weird compulsion coming back and almost forcing my mouth open and my body forward. Even after I regained control of myself, I wouldn’t dare stop. My hand raised from my side, my fingers wrapping around the base of her meat, the slight dampness of it sending a shiver through me.

Samantha heaved a satisfied sigh at my touch. My own cock swelled, her approval increasing my own arousal. That whole time, my head continued to approach her until my lips came in contact with the head of her cock. I shuddered at what I was doing. As a fully straight man, the thought of sucking a cock sent shivers of revulsion through me, even if it was attached to a beautiful, dominant woman.

But none of those thoughts stopped me, I continued, taking the impossibly huge tip into my mouth and past my teeth. The subtle taste of salt hit me, almost making me gag. Samantha heaved a pleasured sigh above me, and her approval drove me to take more. Nothing mattered to me at that moment except satisfying her. Sure I had an attraction to dominant women, but this felt like more, it felt… deeper somehow.

But those thoughts would have to wait. Almost as soon as I took Samantha in my mouth, her hands touched my scalp, her fingers sliding down and grabbing handfuls of my hair. Now with complete control over my head, Samantha pressed deep into my mouth, her penis threatening to force its way down my throat. I gagged for a moment and coughed around her flesh.

“Enough of that,” Samantha scolded. “Contain your gag reflex.”

Her words cowed me, striking a level of shame through my body that surprised me. But they also had another effect, I could almost feel the desperate need to gag fall away. What was happening? As Samantha started to work my head up and down on her meat, I caught a glimpse of movement in the living room behind her hips. Looking at the source, I had yet another surprise.

The genie from my aunt’s storage unit floated casually in the corner, smiling a devious, conspiratorial smile. Her arms were crossed under her chest, giving her cleavage a noticeable and tantalizing lift. She winked at me and lifted a finger to her lips in a ‘shhh’ gesture. Then I heard her voice in my head.

Enjoy your wish. You now live in a world of dominant Futas. You exist to serve their whim, their words are commands that your body will be incapable of ignoring, She explained, her unchanging expression mocking me from across the room. I got the impression that only I could see her, since the other two women with me didn’t react to her presence at all. But then she faded away, her body going transparent until she was gone.

I couldn’t contemplate the implications of what she told me, Samantha’s increasing pace drove her now rock-hard cock into and out of my mouth. I struggled to keep up, my tongue working over her shaft, the desperate need to please her taking over my entire being.

My saliva was building up and leaking out of my mouth, dripping down onto the ground between us. Samantha’s moans and grunts of pleasure sounded above me, betraying her enjoyment. She sped up, nearly hurting me with the ferocity of her strokes. But then finally, she slowed to a steady, rhythmic pattern. Without warning, she exploded, a hot, sticky load filling up my mouth, starting from deep inside. I struggled to swallow it all, which was my preferred option, but the only one left to me until, and unless, she decided to take herself out of my mouth.

Samantha grunted and screamed through it, clearly not trying to hide her pleasure. Finally I had most of her load down my throat and anticipated the end of this ordeal. But I was wrong. She thrusted a few more times before pulling free of my mouth without warning. I watched, unable to move away, as another load fired from her penis, covering my face.

“Hmm, alright, that concludes our business,” Samantha said with a calm sigh. She pulled her panties back up over herself, slipped her skirt back down and stepped away from me.

I was in shock, still trying to digest the fact that I was now just a plaything of dominant women with cocks. Samantha collected her things from the counter and walked out, followed by Victoria, who apparently watched the whole thing.

“Your keys are on the counter and I will be by the first of every month for payment,” Victoria said dismissively as she walked out and closed the door behind her.

Still on my knees, cum in my belly and on my face, I stared off into the distance, trying to figure out if this new world was a blessing or a curse…