Control (Part 1)

This is what my problem was. And despite her protests, I could tell just be looking at her that she wasn't happy. And this seemed to happen every fucking time we had sex. We'd have some good foreplay, I'd try to not let her touch me, but I'd just blow way before I needed to. I don't know what was causing this, I must have just worked myself up and blammo - It was all over before it had begun.

Don't get me wrong, I love sex, and so did she. But it just wasn't working any more. My cock had a mind of its own and wanted to be finished before we'd even begun.

Last night, feeling good, George and Tom (my two young boys) were asleep, Jennifer (my wife) was sitting in the lounge on the leather sofa, reading whatever book was on everybody's lips at the time. I was sitting next to her, finishing off a piece of work on the iPad, just some sales figures for the Board.

They can wait until the morning.

I turned to her. She didn't notice, or at least she wanted me to think she didn't. I lifted her tumbling dark brown curls and kissed her neck. She didn't flinch, she didn't push me away, she let me keep on kissing that warm, soft skin.

I could hear her breathing increase. I love that. A little pant, now. I think I had her attention. Trashy novels can wait.

Down went the book. I definitely had her attention now. And she turned to me.

"What are you after, Chris?"
"You know what I'm after."
"Alright then."

We kissed and I wrapped my arms around her on the sofa, pulling her in tight to me. In my mind, this was good, and I could already feel stirrings in my cock. I pressed it to her to remind her I was serious and wanted to fuck.

She responded and gripped me as hard as she could, and I kissed and nibbled down her neck, down to where her shirt was unbuttoned to her chest. She groaned in pleasure, she couldn't help herself.

I unbuttoned her blouse. I was eager. This was so hot, I had to try and hold myself back more and more. My dick was struggling inside my trousers, eager to break free and stick itself inside her warm pussy. Stop thinking about her pussy, Chris. I had mental images, something so gross to hold me back.

She took of her bra, showing me those wondrous breasts to bury my face in. Fuck it, we just got undressed right there on the sofa, so quick I hardly noticed, apart from me pulling her panties from her, revealing what I craved.

My dick was rock hard now. And tingling.

And cumming.

Jennifer looked at me, disappointed.

"Oh, get a tissue, Chris, for fuck's sake."

And that was that. Luckily for me, the sofa was easily to clean.

That wasn't the worst of it, and sometimes we did actually did fuck, I mean, we managed to make two kids. I wasn't always like this. Years ago, I could fuck for longer, and we would do it in many different styles and places. But it just changed, and I kept blowing my load before we even started.

Sometimes, I'd just eat her pussy and she did nothing to me, but I still finished way before she did.

It was a problem, and it was affecting me. Jennifer didn't seem too bothered about it, but I could feel it. Maybe it was me being paranoid that I wasn't satisfying her. But we had a lot of things going good for us, I had a good job, an Area Sales Manager, looking after teams of sales reps, making sure the company's products were getting noticed in the right way, and getting people to buy them. She was happy playing the housewife, looking after the kids, being a domestic goddess and all that. A meal on the table every night - something I missed when I was stuck in a hotel room far away from home.

Apart from the sex issues, life was good. But not perfect. Perfect was what I wanted. I just wished things were different.

Fate was to change that entirely.

Fate visited me the next evening, on the way home from the office.

I needed to fill up the car, so I pulled up at a service station. The company gave me a nice new Mercedes CL. I loved it. Always felt superior to the everyday plebs in their Japanese runabouts or bashed-up pieces of shit. I fucking owned when I pulled up.

I went into the shop to pay for the petrol. Grabbed me a bottle of Evian.

When I got back to the car, I was just about to turn the engine on when...

"Hello!"

Something greeted me from the rear seat that made me jump.

"What the fuck!" I shouted as I switched around.
"It's ok. Calm the fuck down." replied the gravelly voice.

It looked like some evil thing, leathery skin, long red beard, short and compact. It's piercing eyes looked back at me.

"What the fuck are you?"
"I'm the fairy fucking godmother. Now shut the fuck up and listen. I wanna do you a deal. You interested?"
"How did you get into my car?"
"Well, that'll either mean you didn't lock the doors when you went to pay, or I'm a fucking magician. But you did lock the doors, so work that out."
"What do you want?"
"This is the deal. I'm a fucking genie. You wished for something so hard, you brought me into your world! So in order to repay the favour, I can grant you a wish. At a price."
"You don't look like a genie."
"I'm not a fucking Disney character, you prick. Let's cut to the chase. I know what you want and I know how to give it to you. All I want is your soul upon death. It's not as if it'll have any other use now."
"Why do you want my soul?"
"Keeps me alive so I can grant wishes for others. Genie food. Goes to waste else. There's no Heaven or Hell, your soul just vanishes into the ether. Except if its promised to me. Anyway, let's cut to the chase, you're fed up of what the scientists call 'Premature Ejaculation'. I have an artifact that binds to you, and turns you into a sex god, and I'm giving it to you for free! Are you in?"

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