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Rubbing One Out
I fell asleep that night with visions of futa girls crawling over my body as I sucked, fucked, and played with their ladydicks all night long. It didn't take long for my dreams to turn in this direction, and within minutes I was transported to an ancient Arabian kingdom filled with sorcerers and villains. I dreamt that I was the daughter of a powerful emir, betrothed to the king's son. But I wasn't ready to be married yet, not least because I was secretly carrying on an affair with his pretty daughter Farah.
Farah and I had tried to run away, but she was caught by the palace guards while I escaped to a remote cave in the Arabian desert. After a few days without food and water, I began to explore the large cavern in search of nourishment. I came upon a grotto illuminated by a beam of sunlight shining from a crack in the ceiling. The ray projected onto a gleaming pile of jewels and glazed pottery, sitting beside a gurgling pool of water.
I stumbled toward the pool and began guzzling up the liquid into my parched lips. After I recharged my dehydrated body, I began to sift through the trove. It had obviously been placed to hide someone's riches in a location with an abundant source of hydration. Its keepers would have to travel a long distance over the desert to get here. Surely, they'd have also stored some extra food provisions to tide them over on their long journey?
I began to tear off the lids of the assorted containers, desperately looking for anything to eat. The pots and bowls clattered against one another, occasionally breaking into shards, but preserving the integrity of the pretty porcelainware was the last thing on my mind. To my dismay, the bowls were only filled with more jewels and coins. The cave probably carried a king's ransom worth of treasure, but that would be of little help to me if I died of starvation in the next few days.
I continued rummaging through the pile until I came upon an odd-shaped jar with a small hole at the top of its tapered end. I picked up the vessel and it was heavier than I expected, which meant it had to be filled with something. The lid to the jar was sealed, so I shook the container to discern its contents. It made a strange rustling sound, suggesting there was something soft inside.
Could it be a grain or nut storage jar? I thought.
I stuck my finger through the hole to see if I could feel what it was, but the contents kept moving around, almost like there was something alive inside. I peered through the hole, but there wasn't enough light in the cave to see beyond the curved flute at its end. Thinking it might be a small mouse or some other creature, I banged the vessel against a nearby rock in an attempt to break it open. At this point, I was so hungry I could have eaten just about anything.
But unlike all the other delicate pots and bowls, this vessel wouldn't break. I held the container up into the light to try to read the inscription on its flanks. There had to be something valuable in this flask for it to be fortified so strongly, I thought. The container had a thick coating of soot, so I rubbed my sleeve on its side. Suddenly, I heard a strange rumbling coming from inside the flask as a tendril of smoke began to rise from the hole.
The discharge grew thicker and heavier, and the container began to shake violently in my hands. I looked up at the smoke filling the chamber and gasped as it began to t
ake the shape of a man. He was wearing a large turban and embroidered tunic over puffy trousers. On his feet he wore bejeweled jester slippers. When the apparition began to speak, I almost fainted.
"What is so important," the ghost thundered, "that you've shaken Suleiman the Great from his slumber?"
“I’m sorry..." I stammered, in equal parts frightened and mesmerized by the impressive figure. "I didn't know what was inside..."
"Well, you've awoken the jinni now. What is it that you desire?"
"Jinni?" I said, my eyes widening in wonder. "You mean genie? Are you some kind of genie?"
I glanced down at the vessel in my hands and realized it was an oil lamp.
"Are you the genie from Aladdin's Lamp?!" I exclaimed, suddenly excited by my find.
"I don't know who this Aladdin is,” the ghost said, “but as the bearer of the lamp, I am beholden to only you. What is it that you wish?"
"You mean you can grant me a wish?! Just like in the famous story from Arabian Nights?"
"Yes," the genie said. "Three wishes, in fact. So choose wisely. I will return to my cozy home after I've granted your wishes and will not come out again for a hundred years."
"Oh boy!" I said, not hesitating to give it much thought. There was only one thing on my mind right now, and that was my grumbling stomach. "I need food. Lots of food. Enough sustenance to carry me back over the desert to the sultan's palace."
"Your wish is my command," the genie said, raising his arms then snapping his fingers toward the ground beside me.
Suddenly, I was surrounded by piles of fruit, nuts, and dried meat. I grabbed a handful of lamb and rammed it into my mouth, gobbling it down in chunks. As I felt the energy returning to my body, I looked back up at the genie.
"Choose wisely, young lady," he said. "You only have two wishes remaining. That food won't last very long. You might want to ask for something you can enjoy for the rest of your days."
I looked at the genie and paused. I was already surrounded by all the jewels and wealth I could ever possibly need. What else could I use that would bring me additional enjoyment? As I began to feel the nourishment coursing through my veins and reinvigorating my organs, I suddenly smiled.
"I'd like to have a man's cock," I said. "But not just any cock. I want a long, thick one. One that I can cum with repeatedly whenever I want."
"Your wish is my command," the genie said, raising his arms, preparing to deliver my request.
"Wait!" I shouted. "But don't want you to take away my lady parts. I still want to look like a woman, with normal breasts and a pussy and a clit. I just also want to have a fully functioning penis."