It's called Topping from the bottom Darling! Del 3
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"Uhm... I'm looking for Ms Valleja, is she available?"
"Let me check, what name should I give her?"
"Just tell her it's Joseph."
"I'll transfer your call to her cellphone, just a moment!"
The single thing that made him most uncomfortable calling Genie at work was the perky receptionist, always happy to oblige to his every need, and always, always marking her professional distance with a voice made of so much plastic he barely recognized it as human. A few seconds later he heard the unmistakable voice of saleswoman Genie.
"Yes, Eugenia Valleja speaking, how may I help you?"
"Hi Genie, it's me."
"Oh, hi Honey!"
Her voice had changed from a well modulated mezzo soprano to the more relaxed tone of a-decade-smoker-Genie, hoarse yet perky. He had always found her working persona a bit scary, to smooth, definately too pleasant. Even though he had a very vague idea about what she actually did for a living, he was 100 percent sure that he liked her better past office hours.
"So, what makes you call a girl at work? Let me guess, you got the afternoon off and felt a little... peckish?"
"Yes. No. I mean... Kinda."
Her laughter was warm and filled with glee.
"You go to work for three days, and then you already miss your bitch. Aren't you a Darling?"
"Oh, shut up Genie. Yes, I got the afternoon off, and since I know you work irregular hours I thought I'd ask you home for some pasta and a movie. We managed to meet a few times a month for several years without ending up in the sack, and I'm quite certain we're still able to."
"Ok then. Pasta and a movie it is. I'm just leaving a meeting, I'll pick you up wherever you are."
"I'm already home, just get your ass over here."
"I knew it! I knew you missed my ass!"
He hung up, her light giggle the last thing he heard. She could be such a child sometimes. With a sigh he put the wine in the cooler and started chopping the sun dried tomatoes with a steady hand.
The door bell rang. The door was opened in a whiff of olive oil and pesto, Genie walked in, left her coat on the hanger and then:
"What the hell are you wearing?"
He watched in disbelief as she straightened her knee socks and tried to pull the short, pleated skirt lower down over her thighs.
"Uhm... Something I thought you'd like?"
Her eyes shone with insecurity, and since he didn't know whether she was pretending or not, he let his voice soften.
"You look good Genie, it's not that. It's just... not something I'd ever imagine you wearing."
He could hear the whiny edge in his own voice, and suddenly wished he could take it back, not wanting to hurt her feelings, niether intentionally or out of sheer tactlessness. She actually managed to look innocent and sweet, peachy lip gloss and a slight blush giving the outfit the final T. It wasn't that she didn't look adorable. It just felt....wrong. With a hint of surprise he realized that "wrong" actually felt quite good. To buy himself some time he went into the room and sat down on his working chair in front of his desk.
"So Mister, do you think I'm pretty?"
The smile was open and girlish, hands roaming restlessly over the front of her white shirt, playing with loose strands of hair. She looked the perfect 26-year old, going on 16. Last time he'd had a 16-year old in bed he'd been 17 himself, and hadn't had a clue what he was doing. This was sexier, by far. Her black china doll shoes had no heels at all.
"Hi Mister, I'm Genie."
"Hi Genie, why don't you come closer?"
She did, a happy smile on glossy lips, eyes glittering with the simple happiness of a bad loser who just realized that she'd won. She stopped right in front of him and from his position on the working chair he stared straight into her breasts. Slowly he started stroking her thighs.
"So Genie, tell me why you're here."
She giggled, showing an almost straight line of white teeth.
"My friend told me you had something to show me."Her voice was perky, and thoughtfully she added: "I shaved my pussy this morning. She told me you'd like that."
My god. This was so wrong. His cock didn't agree with him though, and soon he heard himself saying: "Why don't you take off your panties and show me?"
"Ok!"
She eased down her white cottons, carefully stepping out of them.
"Now turn around and let me see."
She was totally shaven, all the way from the front and back to the ass. She'd done it thoroughly, leaving not even a single hair anywhere. With a flash of jealousy he wondered if she'd had any help, and if this man or woman knew that she was playing this game with him now. He turned the thought away. This wasn't the time to be a possessive bastard.
Carefully he started stroking a finger up and down her pussy, feeling the form of the labia all the way to her asshole and back. She was soft and slightly moist, the thick lips of the outer labia tensing as his fingertip moved further down until his finger rested on her hood. It would be easy to unbutton his pants and just take her. Way too easy. Instead he put his other hand on her ass, feeling the rounded form, softly at first, then kneading harder and harder until the flesh reddened, white marks turning to a blush as his hand moved. She whimpered. It felt good to hurt her, to be just the slightest bit too hard on the hand, causing her skin to sting. Perhaps it was the newfound jealousy, but he couldn't help but to knead and pinch her skin harder and harder, pushing the limits for what she could take without whining or screaming. When he saw her biting her lip, eyebrows twisted in pain, he gave her a hard slap low on the cheeks, watching her skin deepen to an unhealthy red as all the blood rushed to the point where the cunt disappeared down between her legs.
"You look good." He admitted. "Tell me Genie, have you ever fucked a boy?"
"Well, my boyfriend put a finger in my pussy once..."
"How did that make you feel?"
She smiled and lowered her gaze.
"Dirty."
"Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"No"
He raised from the chair, hands fumbling with the buttons.
"Come and help me here, sweetie."
Eagerly she fell on her knees in front of him and took out his cock. The touch of her nails made it stiffen even more, and as she stroke the root with hesitant hands the sensation reached the glans, making it rock hard and about to burst. The only thing saving him from coming was the softness of her touch, never hard enough to take him over the top. Slowly she started licking his shaft, as if she was eating a lollipop, meeting his gaze with eyes wide open. Without breaking the connection, she closed her lips around the red glans, letting it slip deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her lip gloss left traces on his cock, and as she started sucking him it mixed with the glistening of her saliva on his skin. She managed to look unexperienced and combined with her skill, it was like lighting a fuse. He stopped her with a hand on her cheek.
“Good. It's time for me to show you something. Be a good girl and put your hands on the bed. Yes, like that. Now, straighten your legs.”
As she bent forward over the bed, she recognized the surge in her belly. It was the main reason why she loved this game, the feeling of muscles tensing and relaxing as her nerves and body prepared for the assault, no matter how consensual the act. His hand, stroking the skirt up over her ass and hips became the center of the surge, the conduit of tension, and she straightened her legs, parted them even more to give him a clear view of her thighs, ass and slit. The submission of being thus exposed did nothing but highten her her sensitivity, skin aching in a desire to be touched, kissed, even slapped and mangled. Her heart hastened at the sound of his voice as he bent over her, his cock pressed hard against her ass, framed by the open zipper in the jeans.
“You got an awfully good ass, Genie. I think I'm gonna start this lesson the other way around. If you take it like a good girl, I'll fuck your pussy later.”
Even though nothing surprised her, she knew his dirty little mind well enough, the implication of his words sent a hard punch of nervousness through her body, and she felt her ass and pussy clench automatically as a response. The waiting was nothing but sweet torture, the seconds his aristocratic hands stroked her before she felt the slight pressure of his finger softly work its way into her. Still with the exquisite finess she so loved in him, he withdrew.
“Nice and clean, I like that in a girl. Now, but your finger in my ass for me.”
Obediently, she sucked her finger wet, making a point of hesitantly fingering herself. She could almost feel his eyes upon her as she pushed the finger deeper and deeper while she tensed around it, unable to relax as much as she knew she had to before he could fuck her up the way he wanted to. The sluttyness of the situation made her pussy pound and ache. She loved getting ready for him at his demand, submitting to his fantasies as well as his desires. The submission in being nothing but a vessel for his wishes, a body to use, was like a drug, ridding her completely of the independent pride that was one of the cornerstones in her everyday life. With a push, she slid another finger into her asshole, enjoying the pain and feeling of stretching as her muscles relaxed after the automatic tensing. She heard him take a deep breath behind her, and her exhibitionist side tried to imagine what he saw; a well shaped woman, bent forward over a bed with legs straight and tense, a plaid skirt eased up to the waist, fucking her own asshole with two well manicured fingers. Oh, shit she was wet! The juice had trickled down her thighs, first warm, then cold against her skin. Shit Joseph, just fuck me! Fuck up my ass, hard as I know you like it, and when my asshole is totally stretched and sore, fuck my cunt like I was a good girl in need of a reward. Fuck me until you're totally satisfied, but I'm still horny and aching. Read my mind you fucking man! But she knew, with the deep satisfaction of the submissive, that he would take his time, doing whatever he pleased.
His hand was stroking her hair now, comforting, calming the way you calm an animal, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
“You can take one more. Good girl. You're such a nice little slut, Genie, very pretty with three fingers up your ass. Sch... This is gonna be so good...”
When she felt his cock stroking her cheeks she removed her hand, leaving herself open. She tensed again as the cold lube ran down her ass and pussy before he urged her to put her knees on the bed, pulling her legs tightly shut. Like a virgin, her treachourous mind pointed out. A slutty virgin, prudish but fuckable. When he pushed into her ass, filling her up completely, her pussy felt even more desperate, a vast emptyness digging deep inside her body, longing to be filled. The thought of a hydra penis flashed through her mind, one for using her ass and one for fucking her cunt. The giggle was genuine and she couldn't keep it drown, not with the blood pumping this fast through her body. With his cock deep inside her ass, she felt him stiffen, then his hand harshly grasping her hair, pulling her head backwards.
“You think this is funny, don't you Genie? What's so funny about my cock pounding you sore?”
“Nothing. I'm sorry, Sir.”
Then the soft sound of laughter.
“You like it, don't you? You're a nasty little slut. Perhaps I should call some friends over for a party, see how much you,ll like it when we all have taken our turns?”
“No, please, you can do whatever you want, but please...”
Her pleads ran out into silence, his voice hoarse as he broke it off.
“I know, and I'm gonna.”
His cock slid out, and once again she felt void, like a restlessness stemming from addiction.
“Please sir, fuck me!”
“Not yet.”
She couldn't see him, only try to anticipate his movement behind her. The first slap came as a chock, and she heard herself gasp, in spite of the warmth spreading over her cheeks and thighs.
“I will take no giggling during my lessons, understood?”
She nodded as the second blow almost made her lose balance. He was striking form the core now, no continence, no niceties, and the blunt pain echoed through her skin as she braced herself for the next slap to fall. She could feel her clit throb, stiff and erect as it protruded through the swollen labia, painfully unprotected by hair or clothes, the pain in the skin nothing compared to the pain of a way too swollen clitoris, aching through her labia and back to the slit. She wanted him to stop the pain as much as she wanted him to continue, the fact that none of it was her choice anymore as exhilirating as the pain itself.
The next blow went lower, down over her uppen thighs and she heard herself sob, as much from pain as from frustration.
“Is that enough?” his voice asked, hard and stern.
She nodded, dared to look back over her shoulder to show him the tears glistening from her lashes. With a comforting gesture he stroke the tears from her eyes, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
“Good. I don't like to hurt you, even though your reddening skin is most becoming.”
As a gesture of understanding, she kissed his hand and he smiled, sitting down on the bed.
“Come here baby. Straddle me.”
Shyly, she tried not to oogle him too much as he stretched out, a tall, thin figuire with muscles just visible under the smooth skin, the cock just big enough to be perfect. With her face away from his she lowered, feeling him pushing into her ass, still red and sore from his blows.
“If you milk me good, I'll fuck you like a woman,“ she heard him whisper from behind, “but if you don't, I'll just come in your ass like you do with slutty schoolgirls. Your choice.”
The assault was hard, and desperatly she tried to keep pace with his rapid thrusts as he pushed her hips down over his cock, milking and tensing as he fucked her deep. Her efforts was awarded with deep groans and more and more confidently she found a rhythm, taking him closer and closer to the edge. Then he stopped, helt her perfectly still as he raised himself to a sitting position behind her, kneading her breasts.
“You're a fast learner. I really should share you.”
He paused, she held her breath. She wouldn't call a safe word if he decided to pick up the phone.
“Somehow though... I think I'll keep you to myself a little longer.”
She breathed out, her whole body weak from work and tention, se weak in fact, that she didn't even react when he pushed her off him and jadedly removed the condom.
“Spread,” he commanded. “Take off your skirt and spread it like you were a fucking cheerleader.”
Warm and aroused, she did, leaving the skirt in a heap on the floor as she stretched out on the bed, knees slightly bent and open to give him a full view of her cunt. She knew her pussy looked good, smooth and even, the inner lips completely covered by the outer. He sat between her knees, watching her with approval as she used her hands to push her legs down even harder, leaving nothing but an opened sex, clean and exposed.
“You got a very nice pussy, Genie.” He said, a slight tone of admiration in his voice as he stretched out his hand and put a teasing finger in the slit. “What do you want me to do with it?”
“Fuck it, please!”
There were sobs in her voice again, and she fought to hold back the desperation. Christ, she hated him! Fuck me you idiot, I can't stand another fucking minute! His smile was mocking. This was so not fair. He wasn't allowed to tease! Teasing was her domain...
“Are you sure? Once I start I might be a bit....harsh.”
“Please! Be whatever brute you want, just fuck me!”
She felt her submissive mask slip, and the moment after, he was there, pinning her her hard down to the mattress, right arm over her throat. He said nothing. It really wasn't necessary. Changing his grip to nail down her arms, he thrust his cock to the bottom of her, her clit throbbing with pleasure and pain from the harshness of his touch. From his rhythm, she knew this wouldn't take long, perhaps not even long enough for her to come. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through her entire body, and as her clit started to get numb and warm, she instinctively tried to reach down to take herself over the edge before it was too late. her effort was awarded with a low pitched laugh.
“I don't think so, princess.”
Desperatly, she tried to fight herself free.
“Let me go, you fucking bastard!”
Her voice was shrill, and her words rewarded with an evil grin. The fight made her blood sing and the constant rhythm of his cock working her as she tried to get loose finally made her come, her cunt numb with warmth and pleasure and the tensing rhythm of the orgasm. Her whole body was dried out. She couldn't move a muscle. Not even the amused grin on the boyish face could make her angry enough to keep on fighting. When he came it was a noisy affair, and as he fell down over her in a sweaty heap, she knew the game was over.
“Sorry,“ he murmured. “Did I take it too far?”
“In that case, I have the safeword,” she assured him.
“I'm still not completely comfortable with hitting you.”
“Pity. You're so good at it!”
She laughed, and as she saw the look on his face, she laughed even harder.
“I should have called the whole LAN-team,” he muttered.
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