Chapter Nine: The Tale of the Merchant and the Genie, Part Three

"Great Genie, I was married to a beautiful woman at the age of thirty. I first met her while visiting a friend of mine in a town not far from here. She had been staying at that same house as a guest, and I had the opportunity to make her acquaintance during my stay there. It did not take long for that acquaintance to blossom into something more, however. On the evening of my arrival, we all gathered together for dinner. I found myself seated next to her, and she smiled at me and inquired about my health and occupation. I found her pleasant and charming, and the way she looked at me led me to suspect that she was interested in knowing more about me. My suspicion was confirmed when I felt her hand upon my thigh a few minutes later. I looked at her in surprise, but she pretended not to notice."

"I had a hard time concentrating on the various conversations at the table that evening, for the woman's hand soon moved to my crotch. I felt her fingers begin to stroke the cloth that sheathed my cock, and again I looked at her. She only smiled at me, and asked if I could pass the salt to her. I did so, and she thanked me, and meanwhile her fingers kept rubbing against my concealed penis, which was rapidly swelling. She just kept stroking me, and stroking me, and finally I had to reach down and cover her hand with mine, pressing it against my bulging crotch. She asked if my journey had been hard, and I was so flustered that all I could do was nod."

"She withdrew her hand from beneath mine, and at first I thought she was going to leave me alone for a while. But then I felt her hand against my waist, snaking its way beneath the hem of my pantaloons. With a mixture of surprise, dread and anticipation, I felt her hand digging beneath my clothes in search of my cock. What a lustful woman this was! I almost moaned when I felt her hand touching my naked cock. She glided her fingers up and down the smooth length of my rigid meat, and I tried my best to conceal my growing lust from the other members of the dinner party. I knew that I was blushing, and that my hand trembled as I managed to take a sip of water. I tried to act as though nothing was happening - even though there was a woman's hand in my pants, mercilessly fondling my hot, throbbing cock."

"There was not much room for her hand to maneuver, but she managed to get her fingers around my cock, and soon she was masturbating me beneath the table. I could barely keep myself from moaning out loud; my mouth was open, and I was breathing heavily. Fortunately, the other dinner guests were busy talking about other things, and none of them noticed my predicament. The woman asked me if I was enjoying my meal. I just looked at her, and our eyes met as she continued to pump my cock with her small, sweaty hand. She said that she could tell I was enjoying it, and that she could cook a special meal for me sometime, if I wanted it. Her hand was rubbing my swollen cock even faster now, and I was helpless to stop her. I could feel an orgasm building inside me. She asked again if I wanted it, and I nodded my head deliriously. She said she was happy to hear it, and that I should come anytime. As if on queue, I felt my cock begin to erupt, pulsing spurt after spurt of sticky semen into my undergarments. I managed to stay silent as she milked my dick until it was empty. Only then did she pull her hand out, and I saw that some of my silvery cock smile was coating her fingers. She looked at me as she brought a finger to her mouth and licked it clean. She told me that it was delicious, and that she could not wait to taste some more of it."

"The woman excused herself from the table, and I watched her go upstairs. I knew that it was wrong to enjoy carnal pleasure with a woman without being married to her, but I could think of nothing but her. I imagined what it would be like to walk up those stairs and enter her room. I envisioned her standing there, parting her robe to reveal her breasts to me. I imagined touching her flesh, holding her in my arms as I kissed her and stroked her body. Eventually she would part her legs for me, and I would bury my cock inside her, fucking her hot pussy until she screamed in ecstasy for me."

"Someone at the table asked me what I was thinking about. I shook my head and merely said that I was tired, and that I would now go upstairs to take my rest. I did go upstairs, but not to sleep. I knocked upon the woman's door and found that she had been waiting for me. The things that I had been planning to do to her in my imagination soon became reality, and we took pleasure from each other until the cock crowed morning."

"A few weeks later, that woman became my wife. I did not know very much about her, but she had given me such pleasure in the brief time I had known her, I could not bear to think of living without her. We traveled back to my home, where we lived in blissful contentment for nearly a year."

"Then one day, I came home early from work. Upon entering my living room, I saw my wife in the arms of a young blackamoor. Her clothes had not been completely removed, but I could tell that they soon would have been if I had not arrived. When she saw me, she grabbed a nearby pitcher and hurled it at me. The liquid splashed all over me, and as it did so, I suddenly found myself unable to move. Whatever was in that pitcher had somehow transformed me into a statue."

"The blackamoor seemed as astonished as I was. My wife laughed and told him that I would be frozen here for as long as she wanted, and that they were now free to resume their lovemaking. The slave seemed reluctant to do so, having just witnessed such a sinister deed. But my wife was very skillful in convincing him. She allowed her dress to fall from her shoulders, bringing the soft bulges of her breasts into view. With a sinking heart, I saw the servant's eyes staring at my wife's breasts as if entranced, and she smiled as her body worked its lusty magic on the helpless young male. She commanded him to suckle her, and he obediently approached her and buried his face against her chest. I could not even cover my ears when I began to hear the slurping sound that his tongue made as he licked the firm flesh of her succulent melons. Soon he was eagerly sucking her nipple into his mouth, just like an infant. My wife smiled at me as I stood there, forced to watch another man feasting upon my wife's tits."

"It was not long before my wife began to grope at the blackamoor's crotch, just as she had done to me at that dinner party. The black man moaned, and I knew that his cock must be getting very hard by now. This proved to be true when my wife grabbed his breeches and slid them to the floor. For a moment, she just stared at his thick black cock, which was the largest cock that I have ever seen. My wife seemed to change her mind just then, saying that the cock was too big for her. He shook his head and said that she would enjoy it, and after today she would only want to be fucked by him. She still objected, but he simply reached for her and began to tear away her clothing until her naked pussy was revealed to him. She tried to struggle against him, but he was too strong for her. I watched in helpless fury as he grabbed her waist from behind, while his hand latched onto her pussy. She tried to squirm free, but his hand maintained its grip on her crotch, and his fingers began to rub her pussy lips. She pleaded with him to stop, but he just told her to relax and surrender herself to him. Her protests continued, and she kept trying to break free of him. I silently wished that she would be able to escape, for I did not want to see my own wife raped before my very eyes. His fingers were still teasing her vulva, and I knew that she would not be able to resist his pussy-pleasing touches for very long."

"Then, as if in slow motion, I saw his finger poke inside her cunt. My wife suddenly stopped struggling, and her naked body was motionless as the blackamoor slowly began to fuck her cunt with his finger. I was filled with despair as I watched the expression on her face change. She was now starting to give in to him. He had two fingers pushing in and out of her pussy, and his dark thumb was now rubbing the flesh around her clit. Her protests slowly changed into moans and whimpers, and she just stood there and allowed the muscular black man to frig her pussy. Her beautiful belly was soon heaving, and she reached back to put her hand on the blackamoor's head as he kissed her shoulder. All thoughts of escape were now gone, and I watched in excruciating silence as my wife was reduced to a lust-ridden woman by the skillful manipulation of her tender pussy. After a few minutes of rubbing and probing, her mouth opened wide in a silent moan. She stared at me in dazed bliss as the orgasm overtook her, and I saw creamy juices spurting out of her excited cunt."

"Her orgasm left her unable to resist as the blackamoor picked her up and carried her to the sofa. There, he sat her down and parted her legs. Unable to avert my horrified gaze, I saw him move the purplish tip of his dark cock to her slimy pussy, and then he began to sink it inside her. My wife moaned as that massive cock pushed its way up into her cunt. When it was all the way in, he asked her if she wanted to be fucked, and she quickly nodded her head. I felt as though I was living a nightmare when I saw his hips begin to move back and forth. He was fucking my wife, and she was enjoying it. His dick began to slide in and out of her, creating an erotic friction inside her cunt that she could not help but enjoy. She had no choice; Nature had designed his cock to be perfectly compatible with her pussy, and the painful joy that she felt as he screwed her would soon make her a willing recipient of his impregnating sperm."

"I watched in horrified fascination as the blackamoor's ass rose and fell, each downward motion causing his monstrous dick to sink inside her sopping cunt. I kept hoping he would stop, but I knew that he would not. He had my wife beautiful wife pinned beneath him, and he knew that she was savoring every single plunge of his thick dark tool. She belonged to him now, and he smiled down at her as his cock worked its way in and out of her clutching pussy. He even had the audacity to glance over at me, as if to say that he was the master of this woman now, and that he was giving her a pleasure that I could not provide. He had come into my house, he had taken my woman, and he would not stop screwing her until he had given her a baby."

"And my wife was helpless to prevent him. Her whole body shook as he slammed his hips against hers, and every time he shoved that black snake inside her, she lost a little more of her mind. All she could think about now was his penis, thick and hot, filling her up inside. She came again, and she was completely lost in pleasure as he kept banging his cock into her cunt. Her beautiful body writhed in response to the repeated invasions from this black marauder; her breasts wobbled and her belly heaved as he diligently speared his cock deep inside her. It seemed to go on forever, for the blackamoor had the patience and stamina to make sure that this pretty young woman received the fucking of her life."

"My wife was babbling deliriously by the time the adulterous fiend neared his climax. He began to pump her much faster, drilling his cock in and out of her pussy with a brutal rhythm that made her grunt and whimper. Finally, he asked her if she wanted his baby, and she feebly nodded her head. He kept feeding his dick to her, and with every plunge into her pussy he asked her again, and again: did she want a black baby in her belly? Of course she did not...but the sensations of that thick, hard dick scraping deliciously against the walls of her pussy were too much for my poor wife to withstand. She had become a slave to his pounding cock, and soon she was screaming for him to give her pussy a sperm bath. So he grabbed my wife's thighs and lifted them up as he pounded her pussy, and the wet slapping noise that his dick made as it plunged in and out of her was terrible to hear. I watched in despair as his hips began to slow, and his eyes closed as his orgasm arrived. I cannot imagine how much semen he must have pumped into her cunt, but I saw thick silver trickles begin to dribble from her ravaged pussy, and I knew that he must have filled her with the potent sex cream. My wife just put her arms around her new lover and smiled in complete satisfaction."

"They made love several times during the next few weeks, while I was forced to stand there and watch them mate. I had no doubt that my wife was now pregnant with that black beast's child. While this knowledge tormented me, I was even more concerned about my motionless prison. Was I doomed to remain a statue forever? I had never known such tedious boredom, forced to stare at an empty room for hours and hours upon end. I am convinced that I would have gone mad very soon, had it not been for the arrival of a servant girl one afternoon when the house was deserted. When she saw me, her eyes widened as if she could see that there was a living body trapped beneath the surface of the statue."

"The girl stood in front of me, and a sly smile crept across her face. She reached up and slowly pulled her dress down to reveal a bare shoulder. What was she doing? The fabric slid down a bit further, and my heart raced as I realized that she was about to reveal her breasts to me. Her hips began to move in time to an unheard rhythm, and I felt my cock begin to harden as I saw her twin nipples come into view. She continued to pull her dress down, and my eyes stared hungrily at her sensuous round belly, and the dark navel that swayed from side to side as she danced before me. She allowed her clothes to fall to the floor, revealing the dark fur that covered her pubic mound. I longed to rush forward and grab hold of her, but I was paralyzed. All I could do was stare at this beautiful young woman as she writhed tantalizingly just a few feet away."

"Her hands cupped her breasts, and she began to squeeze and rub the soft, succulent bulges. She teased her nipples into full erection, and I would have given anything to be able to suck those firm tit stalks into my mouth. Her hands wandered down her smooth belly, and then slid between her thighs. I watched as one of her hands dove back and forth under her crotch, massaging her pussy lips with slow, lazy strokes. Her eyes continued to watch me as she rubbed her vulva, and she told me that she wished I could join her. I wished so too, for I had never known such lustful hunger."

"She allowed one of her hands to return to her breast, while the other hand was fully devoted to masturbation. She slowly inserted one finger up inside her cunt, and her face blushed as she gently slid the finger in and out of herself. The first finger was soon followed by a second, and she began to fuck herself a little faster. Her belly pulsed in and out as her breathing became more rapid, and she began to make little mewing sounds as she pleasured herself in front of me. While her fingers stabbed inside her cunt, her thumb rubbed vigorously at her hooded clit. Pretty soon she was gasping and moaning, and she had to sit down because her knees became too weak. I watched in frustration and fascination as her fingers went into a frenzy, furiously rubbing and fucking her juicy sex. After a few minutes of vigorous pussy pleasing, she cried out in orgasm as thick gobs of white cream began to spurt out from her wet cunt."

"I could not stand it anymore. I had to have her! I gathered all my strength, and tried to move my limbs. But it was no use; I could not budge. My eyes fell upon the naked, sweating woman lying before me, and I tried again, and again, and again. Eventually, I felt my arm move a little. Another furious effort allowed my leg to stir. I kept trying and trying, and eventually found that I was able to take a step forward! The woman watched my struggle with interest, and told me to hurry up, for her pussy was in need of a hard cock."

"I was soon free of my paralysis, and I lost no time in mounting the young girl. My penis dove in and out of her juicy twat with swift, eager strokes, for I was full of lust after seeing her masturbate. I banged my cock in and out of that beautiful woman, without even knowing her name. But her name was not important to me; only her sweet wet pussy. I fucked her with joyous abandon, and our moans and cries mixed with the sound of our wet flesh slapping together."

"It did not take long before I was pouring my seed into her womb. As I toppled wearily beside her, I thanked her for freeing me from my silent torment, and asked how I could possibly repay her. She smiled and said that she would like me to marry her, for she wanted to have a family. I eagerly agreed, and then told her my story. She told me that she was a dabbler in witchcraft, and that was how she could tell that I was not a statue. She also said she had a surprise in store for my cruel wife."

"When my spouse returned home that evening, the young servant girl cast a spell on her and turned her into a mule, and this is the mule which now walks behind me as I travel to sell it in the marketplace of a nearby town. I am anxious to get rid of her so that I can return to my new lover and plant my cock inside her."

The genie laughed and said that this was a most wondrous tale as well, and agreed to grant one-third of the merchant's life to this third traveler. The merchant's life was thus spared, and he invited the three travelers to dine at his nearby home, for it had been one heck of a day and he was anxious for a good meal, a hot shower, and a long, slow copulation with his loving wife."

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