Sexual Wishes (a quickie)

This is an idea that I've had kicking around in my head for a while. I'd love to expand this out with more of a story, more day-to-day ramifications and situations, and overall more sexy stuff. Does anyone have thoughts or ideas they'd like to see Lacey deal with or experience? Let me know in the comments! ~dS

Lacey squirmed as she felt her wet labia spread and her sopping pussy fill up.

Seated at her desk, surrounded by coworkers, with no man anywhere near her, it was indeed an unusual sensation. She hadn't gotten used to it, and she never would.

That was her first wish, after all.

"Hmm, what three wishes would improve my sex life?" Lacey had read off the screen almost a year ago to the day. It'd been so long since she had seen a pop-up ad that its appearance was actually amusing, especially its simple text-only nature.

"Well, obviously I wish that anytime I have something like a dick in me it feels like the first time," Lacey smiled. She'd leaned back in her chair smiling at her smart thinking.

Today Lacey leaned back in her chair taking deep breaths. The first time she'd fucked she'd spent all day building it up. Her slit had been absoluetly soaked when she and her then-boyfriend finally got down to it in his dorm. So now, the moment her pussy felt anything pressing against it, her crotch became a gushing river - and tight as could be.

"Hmm...for wish number two, I wish whenever a lover of mine slips their dick inside I'd feel every bump, ridge, and girth of that hard cock within my pussy."

Lacey leaned forward and puckered her mouth as the phantom cock plunged four inches within her - then pumped back and forth in another two. There were two unforeseen consequences of that second wish. 

The first was that she'd not specified that what the lover was slipping into had to be HER pussy. She'd soon learned that if someone she fucked fucked someone - or something - else, she'd feel it. Every little sensation was radioed straight to her wet canal.

Channeling normal sex felt like any other time Lacey had fucked. But the sensations would change if that cock was in an asshole, mouth, or some sort of toy.  Her vag wouldn't physically change, but Lacey would never get used to the sensations of teeth, jiggling rubber, or a moving tongue between her legs.

The second issue was that she hadn't said they had to be a CURRENT lover. Anyone she'd ever had sex with the wish considered a lover, and any time they had sex Lacey felt it - sometimes more than one at a time!

She had quickly stopped adding names to the list.

Lacey closed her eyes and bit her lip. The phantom cock was increasing its pace, clearly getting closer. She rummaged for a pencil and clamped her teeth down on it just in time.

"And of course, I wish that whenever my lover cums I'd have an orgasm twice as satisfying!"

"Uhg...yefff...fuuuck..." Lacey's eyes rolled back and her body went to jelly as her teeth drove deep divots in the pencil. She was so thankful she hadn't stupidly wished to have a "screaming orgasm" or something every time. She certainly had plenty of those, but most of the time the intensity was just short of overwhelming her control.

Lacey let her head hang down over her desk, her body recovering from the afterglow. She let the pencil fall from her mouth and clatter to the desk, a bit of spittle following it. She could smell the deep musk lofting up from her skirt and chair.

This was why she brought extra underwear to work.

And why she had bought better pop-up blocker software.

FIN (for now?)