“So, what happens now?”
“Well, obviously that's up to you,” Merry the Sex Genie said, eyeing you closely. “What is your first wish master,” for you are an adult male.
“First off,” you say, “I was wondering. If you can increase the odds of the woman getting pregnant, can you do the opposite as well? I’m still single and certainly don’t want to father any children out of wedlock.”
“Of course. It would just be a question of temporarily decreasing either her fertility or yours, for my powers in regards to affecting the cycle of life itself are limited. I could also make your sperm so tasty that she never gets enough of it,” boasted Merry.
You concede, “That’s an interesting thought and something to consider, but let’s put that on the back burner for now. Let’s just make it so that I don’t become a father unless I want to.”
“Done,” said Merry, as a cloud of pink smoke briefly surrounded you.
“That’s it?” you asked, as the smoke disappears.
“What were you expecting? A laser show?”
Not having an answer to that question, you just shrugged your shoulders.
“Okay. But when it comes to me granting wishes, my abilities are limited only to the arena of sexual gratification and your imagination,” Merry reminded you. “So, what would you like to wish for next?”
“Hmmm...” you say, giving it some serious thought.
“Take your time. Something like this shouldn’t be rushed into,” admitted Merry. “One time, in the heat of the moment, I had a master make a wish that… Well, I still visit him in the nursing home whenever the opportunity presents itself.”
“So, I can’t control your every move?”
“Only if we have sex together,” said Merry. “Granting sexually based wishes is my profession. I still have some autonomy outside the bottle.”
“Well...” you begin. “There is something I’ve really wanted to experience, but have no idea how to go about making my dream come true.”
“Your worries are over master. Name it, and it’s yours,” said Merry, as a smile crossed the sex genie’s face.
The fact that, since she was still as naked as when she first appeared out of the bottle, Merry’s nipples hardened once more as she teased the hidden pleasure zone between her legs wasn’t lost on you.
“Well, you see… what I would like is to experience more variety in sex.”
“How so? Should I increase your knowledge of different positions?” asked Merry, paying close attention to how you will respond. “I know a few that—”
“No. As you can see, I’m a specific ethnic type,” you reply, pointing out the fact that your skin tone is different than hers.
“That is still an issue after all this time?” Merry asked in disbelief.
“To some people.”
“Gender and ethnicity doesn’t matter to me. If you wish, I could remove your clothing right now and show you a really good time master.”
“I’m sure you can, and that is something I definitely want to experience at some point,” you reply, taking another good look at Merry’s bountiful bosom, long legs, and shapely curves. “But my problem is… well, say women were like ice cream.”
“Wait. You don’t want me to...”
“No,” you hastily answer. “I’m trying to establish an analogy here. Anyway, if women were like ice cream, I’m not a virgin and can always get more of my own flavor. No problem. I’ve got one hell of a sweet tooth as it is.”
“A man after my own tastes,” commented Merry, eyeing the bulge in your pants.
“But my problem is that...” you begin, trying to figure out exactly how to phrase it. “I see so many beautiful women of the other... varieties that I would love to be with, yet I don’t know how to even attempt to approach them, let alone...”
“I understand now what you meant by wishing for more variety in sex. You want to pursue and experience vast amounts of interracial intercourse. That will be no problem. Did you have someone specific in mind, or would you like me to choose your first new experience?”