It's called Topping from the bottom Darling! Del 4

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Det här ännu ett kapitel från It's called Topping from the bottom, Darling! som egentligen är längre berättelse. Det är bara sexscenerna och uppbyggnaden till dem som jag postar här. ;) Det här kapitlet är långt, och om du vill hoppa direkt till sexet så är det bara att skumma nedåt.

Jag tar mycket gärna emot kritik och kommentarer!
/Alva

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”Hey, Daniel!”
The guy in the blue mohawk turned his head and smiled as Joseph entered the room. He sat at a desk, tools and computer chips littered the space not taken up by a sleek laptop.
”Hey, Joseph. Isn’t it your day off? Shouldn’t you be like, anywhere but here?”
The shop had been empty, so he had figured that this was where he’d find his workmate. Daniel was every inch the alternative nerdboy, breaking his black style with the blue shirts he wore for work, the two buttons on top always open. Joseph smiled.
”I came to see you, actually. You got time?”
Daniel nodded, closing down the lid of the laptop, a silver bracelet clonking against the table.
”Sure. What brought you in?”
Joseph swallowed, hard. This was awkward.
”Ehm...” He draw a breath and tried again. ”Hrm. You’re into kinky stuff, right?”
His friend nodded, smile turning sly.
”Yeah, why? You want advice on pony play?”
It took Joseph a few seconds to get that he was joking. Then he draw a deep breath.
”I need you to help me fuck a girl.”
”What? You mean like talking inspiration? Sure, why not? It’s a slow day.”
”No, I mean literally. I want to share her, and you’re a nice guy who could be... casual about it.”
Silence. It seemed to go on forever. Then Daniel shrugged.
”Is she a looker? Oh, nevermind. I’ve woken up next to girls looking like an extreme makeover wouldn’t help.”
Joseph gave a sigh of relief. He had known that Daniel would act normal about it, but still... It wasn’t exactly like asking to borrow a pen.
”Oh, she’s a looker. A well proportioned size 12, great ass and an attitude that’ll blow you away. But, she’s a bitch in need of some serious taming, and I hoped you were up for it.”
”And she’s in on this?”
”Of course!” Joseph felt a bit hurt by what Daniel was implying, and he added: ”She’s got a safe word, you know!”
”Safe word? Joseph, you are a man of mystery. I’d never had figured you knew any BDSM lingo.”
”Well,” Joseph answered, looking more or less defeated. ”She has taught me everything I know, and then some.”

”So, this girl is a serious submissive, right?”
They were sitting in a coffee shop five minutes away from their work place, Daniel now dressed in a black tee instead of the shirt he wore at work. Taking a bite of his bagel, Joseph nodded enthusiastically.
”Yeah, she gave me a bit of a scare at first.”
”No grudge man, but I kinda figured.”
Joseph didn’t even care to look hurt. They had spent several breakfast breaks together arguing about Daniel’s rather liberal view on what was to be considered ”normal” sexuality. Cringing, Joseph considered he owed his friend an explanation.
”She showed me it can still be equal and respectful,” he said, slightly defiant. ”She’s strong, as in full confidence and independence-strong, and since she made the first move, I couldn’t really argue that she gave in to my male privileges to please me. Quite the opposite, actually.”
Daniel’s laugh was low, but soft.
”Yeah, well, it’s called Safe, Sane and Consensual for a reason. You like it, I take it? No, don’t answer that. Your asking me to step in is good enough.”
He paused, eyes musing.
”So, is she a True Submissive?”
”What do you mean by ’true’?”
”A True Submissive obeys commands and gives over the power freely because it seriously doesn’t have a dominant bone in its body, feeling happy and content that the Dominant part does what it pleases. There is never a battle of wills, never a fight.”
”Oh, she fights, alright. She likes to be forced into it. I think she likes that part better than the actual submission.”
Daniel’s grin was wide, and slightly toothy.
”Oh, goody! I like it when they fight.”

Genie could tell that Joseph was nervous. His fingers played restlessly with the woollen blanket in her couch, and his eyes kept flickering to her, as if to see if she was still there. Curiousity made her more laid back than ever, pretending not to notice anything but the TV, but inside she felt like a girl again, expectant and eager. Thus, she felt a sting of disappointment at the sound of the door bell, and as Joseph went to get it, she poured herself another scotch. He was expecting someone. That had been the source of his restlessness, not tension before some kinky exercise later on. Jadedly, she picked up a new smoke, measuring up the guy walking in to greet her. He was just a little bit taller than her, well built for a nerd, thin and bony compared to Joseph’s slender and nicely padded exterior. The blue dye in his mohawk needed a refill, though. His smile was as confident as her own when he bent forward to shake her hand.
”Daniel. You’re Genie, I take it?”
”The one and only. Joseph’s been talking about me?”
”Yeah, a bit. he never mentioned how well you fit in sweatpants, though.”
”Darling, I can turn anything into fashion.”
A low pitched laugh escaped him as he slumped down on the couch beside her.
”I bet. He did tell me you were a bitch, though. Albeit, a nice one.”
”He did now, did he?”Genie raised her eyesbrow, fixing Joseph with a cold, grey eye. ”A bitch? Please Joseph, show some creativity. I’m at least entitled to be called a femi-nazi-bitch from hell, or something to that effect.”
”She has an awful lot of opinions, hasn’t she.”
Daniel picked the cigarette out of her hand, taking a deep drag. Something was wrong. He had changed his stance in a heartbeat, and with butterflies dancing in her stomach, she realized that his gaze on her was evaluating, as if he measured her up totally.
”What the hell did you just do? I want my smoke back!” She demanded, feeling the excitement awake somewhere behind the anger. She hadn’t been totally wrong, after all. It was too early to say, but perhaps Joseph’s nervousness earlier had been a build-up... Her belly clenched at the thought. And Daniel looked good. Had she still been eighteen, she would have been all over him by now. She saw his pale eyebrows rise sceptically, and when he rose to watch her from above, pointedly taking a new drag, she knew the game. Hence, she rose herself. Provocation.
Yes, she wanted to do this the hard way.
”I said, I want my smoke back.”
Her voice came out calm, hoarse, and Daniel blew out his smoke in her face.
”And what makes you think I give a rat’s ass?”
Joseph had come closer, towering on the other side of her. The only way out was across the table.
”You’re in my home now. Give it back to me.”
”Is she too cocky for you, my friend?” she suddenly heard Joseph’s voice from behind. ”I told you she was a bitch.”
”Who cares. I wanna see her naked. I think she’s gonna have a great body beneath those sweatpants.”
Oh shit... The blood threatened to make her deaf, and she could already feel her cunt tingle and tense at the thought of them, tearing her clothes off no matter how much she struggled. Almost as if Joseph had read her thoughts, he put his arm around her waist, holding her still as Daniel traced her neck with a finger. Trying to pry him off, she twisted.
”Let me go!”
She could almost hear Joseph’s smile in her ear.
”No fucking way. The only way you’re getting out of this, is on the other side of the game.”

Genie decided to make one, last run for it. For a change, she knew that she was truly overpowered, and she was aching to use that, not having to hold back. Arms still free, she gave a sudden push. Daniel staggered, but as she tried to rush past him, he got hold of her waist and pulled her back down on the couch. She was fucked, she knew it the second he sat down over her, and that feeling made her cunt pound, blood working up to dangerous levels. As she tried to pry him off, Joseph's hands grasped forcefully around her wrists, pushing them down over her head. Stuck. Nailed down on the Italian sofa, she gave the blue-haired man above her a glare of pure and utter hatred. A sly smile flickered on his lips. She could feel the bulk of his cock through the tank top, his body tense under the black tee. Both men were just gorgeous enough to be real.
"You got her? I wanna see her pussy."
"Sure, this bitch is going nowhere."
Genie felt Joseph's grip tighten, and as Daniel raised himself she started to worm, trying to get her arms free.
"No, let me go!"
Daniel's smile widened.
"Why so shy, pussycat? I just wanna see that sleek cunt my friend's been bragging about."
One pull was all it took for the sweatpants to slide down to her knees, a subtle kind of bondage forcing her legs together. The man in front of her gave a low whistle.
"You prance around in no panties, baby. Almost like you were expecting us. How's that for a slut, huh?"
"Fuck you!"
A smile was all she got for an answer. Then she felt a hand slide down her slit, straight in between the lips. He wasn't careful, and she gave an unvoluntary whine of discomfort as his fingers reached her clit, harshly feeling her up.
"I bet you used to be a real slut, pussycat. And here you are, nice home, good job and still shaved like a porn star."
"You fucking bastard!"
"Don't mistake me for a virgin, princess. I've fucked ex-sluts before. You all whine, but you all like it, so just shut the fuck up. I'm sure that between Joseph and me, we can make this really uncomfortable for you if you don't."
Genie couldn't hold back the slight shiver. Joseph were smiling, watching the scene, his friend's hand between her legs, her sweaties pulled down to knee height. She could tell from his face that he liked the view.

The sweatpants came off completely as she writhed to escape the hand manhandling her clit. The discomfort had gone from irritation to aching pain under his fingers, and she heard herself whine and whimper trying to close her legs for protection. Every turn, every pull was rewarded with Joseph's hands tightening around her wrists as the smile on Daniel's lips grew more and more gleeful.
"You don't like it, princess? What a pity."
She gasped in relief as he removed the hand, suckling the wetness off his fingers.
"I'm gonna let you go now", she heard Joseph's low-pitched voice above and behind her. "But if you try to get away, we'll record the rest and sell it to your collueges online. All your co-workers seeing you get violently fucked by two men and loving it."
She nodded, and as he let go of her arms she lay limp, every part of her body aching to move, fight, resist. But she wouldn't move. Even though she knew that Joseph would never do it, the game was real enough for her to pretend. She felt his hands moving over her body, the friction of his hands over her tits through the top, softly pulling it upwards until she was completely exposed, nipples hard from the air stroking them. They were both fully clothed.
"You were right" Daniel murmured. "A perfect fucking proportioned size 12. I can't wait to feel that mouth working me."
"Dream on, punk boy. I'll bite off your cock."
"Let's test that theory."
A hand in her hair pulled her up, and as she fell to the floor it yanked up her head, bending it back. She felt Joseph rubbing himself against her hair behind her, as Daniel opened his jeans and pulled off the black t-shirt. Her first assessment had been right. He was bony but muscular, chest as pale as the face, and his cock... Was more than she could take in a mouthful. She felt her body tense in nervousness and anticipation. He wasn't a monster, but an eight inch cock was still much for a woman used to more common tools. She tightened her lips. No way she would let him mouth-fuck her for nothing. She closed her eyes, feeling his glans stroke over her lips, hard and warm. He smelled good, a musty fragrance of cock, clean but distinctive. It made her head spin, her cunt clench and ache. Her resistance to Joseph's hand, harshly opening her mouth, was only for the sake of it, and she wet her lips to make the cock slide into her smoothly. She couldn't move. Joseph had let go of her hair, and she felt his hands squeezing her nipples as Daniel fucked her mouth, controlling her head with a firm hand, his cock sliding in and out of her, filling her up until she had no breath left. Choking, she met his gaze once, tears hanging from the lashes, and he gave her a toothy grin in return. With a pull, he forced her head back, left her panting for air.
"You really are a good girl, princess. Now, do the same for your master."
Obediently, she turned around, facing Joseph. He had undressed completely now, the soft but slender body tense. With closed eyes, she opened her mouth and met his gaze, inviting him in. As his hand grasped her hair and started pounding her lips, she saw Daniel watching, eyes gleaming as he stroked his cock. Suddenly, he walked away, and in the back of her head she heard a door open, then the sound of water filling the bathtub. Meeting Joseph's gaze above her, she saw him smile.
”Don't mind my friend. Just suck my cock and trust us.”
The butterflies danced wilder in her stomach at his words. Yes, there was trust. Lots of it. She trusted him to make this as bad as possible without actually hurting her. Then the sound of running water stopped, and he yanked her up on her feet. He had at least six inches on her, and the difference in height felt more pronounced than ever. As he tried to push her in front of him toward the bathroom, Genie saw her chance. She tore loose, running toward the kitchen. He caught up with her at the sink, slamming her up against the refridgerator, his body pinning her to the smooth surface. Unsentimentally he grasped her neck, leaning closer.
”If you do that again, I'll fucking kill you, understand? There will be no running away. We'll fuck you up, one hole at a time, and we'll let you go when we're done, ok?”
She breathed out, nodding silently. Then her head smacked against the refridgerator door.
”I asked you a question, bitch!”
”Yes! Yes, I get it!”
”Good.”
Keeping his grasp over her neck, he pulled her backwards, leading her in front of him into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. She was trapped and the thought made her blood sing, her nipples stiffening in the humid air. The room wasn't big and the tub was filled with water, Daniel standing in it, casually leaning against the wall. His cock had softened and lay like a pale statue down his thigh.
”We want you clean, pussycat,” he said as Joseph pushed her helplessly toward the white tub. ”Are you gonna be a bitch about it?”
She didn't anwer, just took the first voluntary step into the water.

Joseph watched her step into the bathtub, hesitantly, as if she waited for the water to burn her. The adrenaline still high from the scene in the kitchen, he studied her body, smooth and soft against the wiry figure of Daniel behind her. Oh god, he was gonna fuck her hard! He could already hear her whimpers in his head, small, tight, mixed with pain and pleasure.
”Hold her for me, will ya?”
Daniel had lifted a bottle of soap and Joseph took a step forward, locking Genies arms against the bathroom tiles. Her upper body tensed in a desperate attempt to get loose, but it was no use. He knew he was stronger, and as he used his weight to pin her, he knew she didn't have a chance in hell. Beneath him, Daniel had started kneading the foam over her thighs and ass. She whimpered as his finger reached her asshole and he saw it slide inside, fingering her slowly. His friend was hard again, hard and huge. He wanted to see him pound her ass while he stroked the sweat from her face. Yes, take it like a good slut, Genie. I know you like it you fucking whore, you love the way I let my friends borrow you. Fucking cunt! She had started sobbing slightly now, a high pitched noise echoing in the tiled room, but he could feel her arms go limp in his hands and see her pussy tighten and clench, her thighs and ass move in a steady rythm.
”You think she's clean enough?” he asked as Daniel slid another soapy finger in between her cheeks.
”Oh no. I'm gonna soften her up 'til she stops whining. I hate bitches who can't take me all the way in.”
Watching them for a moment, Genies twisted face and his friend's tense hand in her ass, Joseph couldn't stand it anymore. His cock felt like it was about to burst any moment now, and her lips, half way open between the gasps and whimpers , was too inviting to resist. Slowly, he let go or her arms.
”I wanna fuck your mouth,” he proclaimed. ”I want you to suck my cock with his fingers in your ass.”
Obediently she bent forward over the brim of the bathtub, her lips reaching his glans as he stood in front of her. He had a nice view over her back, the curvacious body exposed in the cold light, Daniel's harsh hands making her ass quiver for every push. It took all self control he could muster not to push his cock down her throat, spurting his load in her mouth. No way. This was just the beginning. When he heard her gasp in shock and pain, he instinctively grappled her, effectively locking her shoulders down. It took him about two seconds to see the source of her shock, and a low pitched laugh escaped him as he saw Daniel stand on his knees behind her.
”Don't you like it, princess? A large plug stretching your ass while your pussy gets eaten? I thought that was what every girl dreamed of.”
"Fuck you, Joseph."
Still smiling, he pushed into her mouth once, to shut her up, before he withdrew and turned to his friend.
"You ready with her ass now? I wanna get this slut into bed."

Her bedroom was dark, neatly cleaned up and the bed made with her usual red satin sheets. As Joseph pushed the light button, he saw that Daniel had been in here as well, arm and foot restraints in leather lying on the four poster bed. He pushed Genie in front of him, and as she fell down over the mattrass, he grasped her ankles, preventing her from crawling up against the bedframe. Daniel wasn't slow in getting hold of the situation, pinning her arms down. He saw her fighting him, writhing and pulling in a desperate attempt to get loose, but it was all for nothing. Daniel wasn't a big man, but he was well built, probably stronger than Joseph thought himself to be.
"I'm gonna hold you down for a while, pussycat", he heard his friend say in a gentle voice. "Just until Joseph got your legs secured. I really don't want you to kick my nose in when I tie up your arms."
Then he bent down, placing a kiss on her forehead.
Wrapping her ankles in the restraints was easy. Closing the velcro, he gave her calf a slap, watching the smooth, white flesh move from the hit. Giving Daniel a nod, he went up to the head of the bed, forcing her left hand into the strap before his friend closed the right one around her wrist. Softly, he touched her mouth with his fingertips. Her lips were moist and seperated at his touch, warm and soft. Watching her now was almost enough, her breasts thrust upward, hips pushed down the satin sheets, the only thing breaking the line of the body her piercing, a blackline stud glistening in her navel.

Daniel had knelt between her legs now, following the naked slit with a finger.
”Oh god, I like this pussy”, he mumbled. ”It's... Tight. Wet. Smooth. Just the way I like them.”
”Take your time. She's on me.”
Slowly, the blue haired man bent down, kissing the top of the slit, playing with his tongue over the swollen lips. Genie moaned, a deep sigh of frustration, helplessly trying to open her legs more, but the bonds were in the way. Joseph sat down at her side, touching her nipples with his fingertips. She was shivering. Encouraged by her reaction, he bent down, softly closing his lips around the top of her breast, feeling it swell in his mouth, her breath in strained bursts, making her body heave. Between her legs, he saw Daniel eating her, parting the lips with his tongue until the swollen clit protruded between them, exposed to his mouth. She was on the verge of breakdown, sobbing and twisting, pushing her hips higher to met the teasing tongue, breathing in to raise her breasts to his lips and teeth. When she tensed and started to shiver, he saw Daniel sit up, the smile now sly rather than cheerful.
”Frustrated, princess? Are the naughty men bad to you?” he mocked, giving Joseph a wink, hand casually placed on the inside of her thigh.
”Please...” she pleaded, almost out or herself. ”Don't stop, please, eat me, eat me you fucking bastards!”
”Tsk tsk tsk. Shut her up, Joseph.”
With a dizzy feeling in his head, Joseph placed his cock over her lips and pushed, feeling her warm mouth take him in to the root. He heard choked moans escape her as his friend continued eating her pussy between the leather bonds holding her legs, and for every push of his tongue she suckled his cock harder, moving her lips up and down his shaft. He felt her tense and spasm again, halfway into the orgasm, and then a sob, a desperate syllable of sound. Daniel had sat up again. His friend seemed determined not to give her any relief. Tenderly, Joseph stroked the tears from her eyes, his cock still in her mouth. Then he drew back, leaving her lips open. Her heaving breasts were hard, nipples protruding like buttons and the chains holding her arms stretched to the limit from the fastenings in the wall.
”Oh god, please!”
”Please what, Doll?” Daniel asked, stroking her hip with a single finger.
” Please... Make me come, I'll do anything, anything you want, just please!”
”Oh, you'll do anything we want anyway, Princess, so why bother?”
Joseph held his breath and counted to ten. He got as far as three and then... Bang.
” I'll kill you, you fucking bastard! I'll fucking kill you!”
The chains clanked against the bedframe, her body writhing in the bonds, face desperate, twisted in anger.
”You'll get for this you fucking punk! I sucked your cock! I...”
Her stream of words was cut off by a hard slap over the cheek that left her gasping and sobbing. Joseph's hand left a white mark on her face. She was still lying there in front of him, panting, when her face twisted in shock.
”Oh God...” Daniel's voice was hoarse. He had entered her, pushing his cock into her cunt as she lay spreadeagle on the bed. Through her anger and frustration, he started fucking her, pounding her deep and slow. Joseph saw the shaft working her, a thick, smooth staff slightly bent upwards, making her squeal and moan from his every move.
”Oh God, Joseph. You gotta feel this.”
He was standing on his knees, leaning against her thighs, pressing them apart. Her cunt was so filled up it looked stretched to the limit. Fascinated, Joseph watched for a moment before he was able to look away.
”I'm gonna, trust me. Warm her up for me.”
Slowly, he bent over her again, stroking his cock over her face and half-closed lips.
”You like this, don't you?” He whispered. ”You've always been a nasty little bitch, Genie. A pity it took me so long to figure out.”
This time, he didn't have to force her mouth open. Her lips slid over his glans, tongue circling over the top. Her eyes were half-closed, sucking him in the same rhythm as Daniel was fucking her. Joseph gave a low chuckle.
”You're a real slut, you know that?” He whispered. ”You're gonna take me deeper, or I'll force fuck you until you choke.”
His cock silenced her gasps and moans as she swallowed him all the way to the root. Her tongue pushed against the shaft, his cock working her throat, every thrust a warm shiver down his loins and thighs. The thought of her being pounded by two cocks at once felt unreal, vulgar and trashy enough to take him dangerously close to spurting. Then she stopped, fell silent, just watching him, mouth open. Her body didn't move anymore, the space at the footside empty as Daniel rose and walked over to the head of the bed.
”Suck me clean, sweetie.” He gave Joseph a grin. ”Her pussy is all yours, my friend. I hope I didn't drill her up too much for you.”
With a sucking noise, Joseph pulled his cock out of her mouth, her eyes on him as he moved down between her thighs, feeling the swollen cunt up with a finger. She was red and soaking wet, the lips blushing from the last assault. With a groan, he pushed in, watching his cock disappear into the slit, only half closed by the bonds stretching her legs. He had never fucked a girl so soft and open, still warm from another man's pounding, her pussy made tighter by the plug filling her ass. Above him, she was licking Daniel clean, only interrupted when he held her head still to fuck her throat before allowing her to continue. She could barely take him in, but she did her best, visibly holding back the choking. Suddenly, Joseph withdrew, standing up from the bed.
”Come on, let's leave her here for a while. I feel like a drink and a break.”
If Daniel felt dissappointed he didn't show it, instead he just grinned, stroking his wet cock over Genie's face.
”Do you mind, pussycat? Don't worry, we're not even half way done with you.”

They switched off the light as they left. Genie lay limp, staring at the ceiling, trying to get her mind together. Every part of her body seemed to be tingling, shivering and aching in the dark room, and all she wanted was to lower her hand and give herself the orgasm that would make her calm again, collected enough to keep her self control. But the restraints were safely fastened, her ankles in the bedposts, her arms in the wall. Closing her eyes, she brought back the memories of Joseph's hand on her breasts, the teasing look in Daniel's eyes as he had made her control break, the sensation of his first thrust into her when she had thought her pussy would rip, both from pain and pleasure. She still had the taste of them both in her mouth, and breathing in, she cherished it, pretending that they both stood next to her, watching her as the whore she wanted to be. She heard noises from the kitchen, the sound of glasses put on a table and the low murmur of conversation, then a laugh she knew to be Daniel's. What were thay talking about? Her? Their plans? Something else entirely? Nervousness made her stomach clench, her body achingly empty except for the plug they had left in her ass. It was torture, being filled up in the wrong place, her cunt tensing around nothing. It felt as if she had been lying there forever, but the tension and nervousness was an effective antidote to calming down.

She was so far into her own mind that she didn't notice at first that the noises had stopped. The next second, the room was flooded with light. Blinking, half blinded, she saw a short, slender figure block out the light from lamp on the bedside table as he bent down to loosen the restraints on her wrists. Her head spun too much for her to react in time before his arms had grappled her again, pulling her too close to break free, her arms bent up her back.
”Guess what, princess? We're back!” His voice was filled with glee as the blue hair tickled her shoulder, giving her goose bumps. ”I hope you rested.”
Without further a do, he pushed her down hard against the matress until her face was plunged deep into the pillows, body twisted from the bonds still holding her ankles. Blinded, she heard the rattle of someone taking down the cuffs from the wall, and then she was stuck again, arms resting heavily on her back. The weight of Daniel's hand still held her down, and she could feel Joseph releasing her feet, only to secure them once more the other way around. Flat on her stomach, blinded by the pillow, she felt hands stroking her thighs, soft, almost teasingly so. She knew Joseph's touch. She knew it by heart and cunt alike. Trapped to the bed by Daniel's weight, she could do nothing but wait. When she felt fingers push into her, almost casually, she gasped, both from the pleasure and the shock of his entry.
”This cunt is still wet.”
He stated it matter a factly, but Daniel laughed above her, grasped her hair, harshly bending her face upwards to meet his eyes.
”Of course she is. You've gotten yourself a good fuckdoll, my friend. What do you say, princess? Missed us?”

Joseph saw Genies face contort in hatred. There was pure spite in her eyes as Daniel forced her head upwards, twisting it in a painful angle. Was she still playing? Yes. She had to be. Her muscles tensed around his fingers, almost milking him and his cock rose again, hard from the thought of fucking her strong little cunt now when she wasn't stretched by his friend. Her hips was pressed down the matress, the plugg in her ass almost hid by the soft flesh of her cheeks, but as he changed angle on his hand, he could feel the cold metal of the plug against his arm. She really had a gorgeous ass, round and pouty, forming the wide hips in a way most caucasian women could only dream of. With his free hand, he unbuttoned his jeans and started stroking his cock over her thighs, and then down her ass to the pussy. The wetness glistened on his fingers as he withdrew, leaving her open as he grasped his cock with the wet hand and teasingly started to push against her outer lips. She moaned, trying to break lose, but Daniel held her face in a vice, forcing her to meet his gaze.
”My friend, your master, is going to fuck you open. I wanna see your eyes every second of it. You won't be able to hide, princess. Every thrust he does in your sweet little pussy will show on your face, and I'm gonna see it.”
She didn't answer, but Joseph could feel her cunt clench as he pushed, trying to lock him out. With a small groan he thrust into her, breaking the first barriers of resistance. Oh God. The tightness of her clenched pussy, made even smaller by the plug in her ass, almost hurt. He didn't know what was best, the feeling in itself or the knowledge that he was fucking her tied up body even though she made her best to keep him out. His hand was kneading her ass, pushing it down as he fucked her, the cock sliding in and out just beneath the round assplug and he could feel her clench around him for every move, every thrust. Daniel was watching her red face, smiling. When her cunt seemed to relax, he withdrew, his cock still rock hard from the pleasure. As he pulled out the plug, his eyes were fixed on her ass, sore and stretched from the large toy. The wetness from her cunt still glistening on his cock, he simply spit down on her red asshole before he placed his glans to the opening and pushed. She whimpered. Slowly, his cock slid into her without too much resistance, but her legs tensed, and the muffled sobs bore witness that she tried to control the pain. Daniel had let go of her head, and she lay face down, crying into the pillow as he pushed deeper and deeper into her, enjoying the friction of fucking her dry.
”Don't worry, Genie” he whispered hoarsly. ”I'm only preparing you for my friend here. Your ass will get what it deserves, before we come all over it.”
She tensed as a reaction to his words, and leaning himself on her tied up hands, he pushed his cock all the way in, fucking her with small thrusts. Daniel was watching, his hand slowly stroking his shaft, clenching around the huge cock.
”Come in her ass if you want to. She'll need it.”
With a deep groan, Joseph finally let go, and he came in a series of convulsions as she milked him out, sucking every last drop out of him. His body felt dead, numb from both pleasure and release. Every part of his body aching, he rolled off, stretching out beside her bound figure. This up close, he could se her face twist in pain and rush as Daniel forced his cock inside her, and slowly started to thrust deeper and deeper into the round ass. It was impossible not to touch that face. Almost sleepily, he dug his fingers into her hair and started kissing her, softly playing with his tongue inside her mouth. Every move from Daniel caused her lips to tremble, and she kissed back, shivering from frustration and continence.
”Do you like it, Genie?” He whispered, more tenderly than he had anticipated. ”How does it feel to get fucked by two guys using your sore ass to come in?”
”It hurts. Oh god, it hurts. Oh shit! Fuck!”
Her answer came in moans as her body tensed and relaxed, convulsions going through her body. There were goose bumps on her arms and shoulders, her eyes glazed, lips red from both kissing and excitement.
”Please, Joseph, let me suck you clean! I need a cock in my mouth!”
Meeting her gaze, he smiled.
”Don't think so, sweetie.”
Biting her lip, she didn't avert her eyes, but kept his gaze locked. He could see them widen as Daniel came, saw her face tense as she milked him out. For a moment he wondered if she even was aware that her ass clenched, grasping the cock and holding it. It didn't matter. Daniel's orgasm didn't seem to end, for moments his hips moved compulsively, eyes closed, face twisted. Slowly withdrawing, the blue haired man smacked her butt as last time before he cuddled up on the other side of the bed. Joseph met his friend's gaze and nodded before he leant forward to open the cuffs on her back. Warm and sweaty her arms fell to the side, and she just lie there breathing.
”Oh shit” she exclaimed, voice faint and shaky. ”Holy fucking shit. I'm so fucked up I'll be sore for a week.”
”Well, that was kinda the point.”
”I'll also be frustrated for at least a week. Shit! You're a mean Cunnilictor!”
That last was aimed at Daniel, but all he did was smile.

”Anyone fancy a drink?”
Genie had just come out from the bathroom, wrapped in an oversize towel, and Joseph sat in the couch, hair still wet from the shower. Daniel was roaming freely in Genies bar. Somewhere, he had found a shaker and some ice, and was pouring himself a double margharita. Genie slumped down into the couch, resting her legs in Joseph's lap.
”Pour me something fruity, will'ya? You guys didn't taste like apples.”
With a wide grin, Daniel took some random bottles from the bar and mixed them in a glass, presenting it to her with an ironic bow.
”A drink for the princess. A small gift for such a jewel, but all this lowly nerd can muster at such a time.”
”A gift from my own bar, nontheless”
”What can I say? You're rich, you can afford your own gifts.”
She laughed, cuddling up closer to Joseph.
”I guess I am kinda well off. According to Joseph, my fashion bill doubles what he pays for food each month. Be my guest. Empty the bar if you want to.”
”Doubles? Genie, you spend more on clothes and books than I spend on food for a year!”
”I might. On the plus side, you get a gorgeous woman and an interesting conversation partner. Any complaints?”
”Not really. I can always borrow your books.”
Genie watched his face for a moment, taking in the boyish eyes and long chin, the slightly pouty lower lip and straight nose giving his otherwise cute face some character.
”Do you have any idea how gorgeous you would look in a Marco Polo?”
”We've been through this, Genie. I don't do suits. I still use my graduation suit for weddings.”
”Oh, give me a break, Joseph!”
Genie looked up, a bit surprised to get backup. Daniel had slumped down in the stuffed chair beside the sofa, legs thrown over the armrest. ”A man needs a good suit, seriously. You make enough to afford something decent that actually fits you.”
Josephs eyebrows raised, giving his friend a sceptical look.
”And you're the master of style now, Mr Never-buys-new T-shirts?”
”Oh, nonono. You get a good three-piece suit to not have to care about fashion. A drinking party at a friends house? Jeans and T-shirt. Work? Jeans, T-shirt with a shirt over. Someone's granny hitting 80? Suit and a shirt. Date? Suit without the jacket. You see? Not a care in the world!”
”The man has a point, Joseph.”
”Is everyone against me?”
”Only because you're wrong, Darling.”
Genie leant forward, placing a kiss on his cheek.
”But we like you anyway. Not as much as if you've been right, of course, but we still like you.”
”Oh Goodie.”
She laughed again, head feeling light. It strangely seemed as if she didn't have a care in the world, not even the looming threat of climate change could get her spirits down. It felt strange, being so horny and yet so satisfied and happy at the same time. Joseph was cute and warm and safe and Daniel was funny and easygoing, every hole in her body fucked up and not even a hint of the bitter taste she got in her mouth the times that she realised that even though it was all a game to her, the other part had just taken his chance to act out his abusiveness for real. They were players, just like her. Good people playing bad, instead of badguys pretending to be good. The drink had gotten straight to her head after the hot bath, and a bit tipsy, she decided to change the subject.
”You're not really dominant, are you?”
Daniel looked up, clearly surprised.
”Why? Why do you ask?”
Thoughtfully, she tipped her head to the side, watching him.
”Because... I don't know, a hunch perhaps? You kept your eyes on me the whole time. You... adjusted. A good Dom keeps an eye on the subject, but he rarely puts her first.”
”Busted.”
He looked away, taking a sip off the drink, cheeks slightly blushing. Fumbling with his glass, he paused.
”No, I don't have a kink for the abusiveness in itself. You're right about that. I had no idea I was being watched that thouroughly.”
”I tend to notice things.”
”Obviously.”
He fell silent again, as if looking for words. Genie waited.
”Ok, the deal is... I'm a Pussy Pleaser. You've heard the term?”
She shook her head.
”Ok then. As simple as it might sound, I love to please. Not in the submissive sort of way, but I have a kink for making people lose control. You said I was a killer cunnilictor? Well, I've given it a good deal of time and practice.”
”I suspect finding subjects to train on wasn't that hard.”
He flashed a grin, looking slightly guilty.
”As a matter a fact I had a hard time in my teens, making girls accept that I seriously just wanted to focus on them. It's a very narcissistic way to fuck, really, from both parts. She must able to be the center of attention, while I get my rush out of playing her. Most girls are so eager to please, they just get uncomfortable. That's why I didn't want you to know. It might have ruined it for you, knowing that my pleasure were totally depending on yours.”
”So, you're really a submissive, then?”
She was thrilled. Trying to understand, she sat up, leaning closer.
”Oh no!” Daniel's grin grew toothier, the guilt suddenly washed from his face. ”It's still all about control, you see. I play. I control the other persons mind and body. I guess you get the same rush from sucking Joseph's cock when he thinks he's in charge, but you still can make him twitch and moan and you know that there's no way he's gonna make you stop.”
Looking at Joseph, who looked rather uncomfortable by the conversation, her face stretched into a wide smile.
”I think I get it now. It's a very practical kink you got there, being able to tap into whatever fetish your partner has. I guess most women keep on coming back for more.”
”Well, you might think that they would, but I'm rather the king of one night stands. The guys keep coming back, but the girls don't. It was really fucking up my mind until Joseph explained a thing or two for me over breakfast”
”Joseph?”
”Yes, Joseph. It's a smart friend you got there.”
”Joseph?”
”Hello, people. Sitting right here!” He looked hurt, leaning back against the armrest of the sofa. ”I might not be a Don Juan compared to you two, but it's actually quite insulting that you seem to think I'm a teenage virgin.”
Genie felt a pang of guilt, and she cuddled up next to him again, trying to make her body tell him how much she actually liked him. Cause she did. It was rather sad that she needed a threesome and a bit of alcohol to be able to show him.
”So, what was your main conclusion, Dr Phil? Why did Daniel's girls let him take them to heaven just to dump him the next day?”
”Shame, really.”
Daniel nodded, watching the couple in the sofa from his place in the stuffed chair.
”Yeah, and it sounded damn convincing too. He gave me whole lecture on sexual discimination, and I must confess I just thought it was his usual political correctness all up to the point where he used it to show me why most of my dates never phoned back. Obviously, letting go and screaming like a siren makes some women think that they have acted like sluts and then they return to some guy with whom they can pretend that they are good girls again. Stupid, really. Everybody knows that sluts are good girls and vice versa.”
”Let's toast on that.”
Genie raised her glass, once again high on the safeness and warmth and love in the room. ”To sluts. Whatever gender they happen to be.”
Cuddling up to Joseph, she stretched out, feeling the towel slip and slowly slide open.
”I just have one more request to make. Would it be too much to ask if you showed me what you got, Mr Pussy Pleaser? I'm afraid you both left me rather... unsatiated.”
Daniel rose, eyes both tender and hungry, and as he leant down over the sofa, she felt Joseph's hand touch her shoulder, slowly stroking down the side of her chest down to the waist. Resting on his chest, she relaxed, closing her eyes to take in every touch of their hands and lips, slowly and carefully exploring her body. For once, she felt no rush.
They really had all night.

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