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Chapter 180

“Alright, here’s the deal,” Gemma said, holding your hand as she pulled you into the mall. “We’re here mostly for you, but that means we’re also here for us.”

“See, that was about as clear as mud,” you laughed.

“He’s not wrong, Gem,” Sabrina said. She was walking on your other side, as usual, with her arm hooked in yours. “What she means is that for every two stores we go and pick clothes for you to try on, we’re going to go into a store and try things on for you to see.”

“What kind of stores?” you asked, a grin spreading across your face.

“All sorts,” Gemma said and kissed you on the cheek. “And yes, that includes Victoria’s Secret.”

“And Hot Topic,” Sabrina said. “If there’s one here.”

“Alright, lead away, oh fairy girlfriends,” you said. “But I do have to work within a budget.”

“Oh, baby,” Sabrina said. “No. Today, you can buy us lunch, but we’re covering all the clothes.”

“By we she means she,” Gemma stage whispered. “I’m on a budget, too.”

“Sabrina, I can’t just let you spend your money on me like that,” you said. “We agreed that we weren’t going to do that to each other.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. She quickly opened up her OnlyFans tab and showed you her current income for the month. “That’s like, three-quarters because of you,” she said. “So today, I’m Sugarmomma, OK?”

The number was almost absurd. If things kept going like they were she could probably cover her entire final year of tuition, and books, and rent and other living expenses, by the end of next month.

“OK,” you said. “I give up. I’m the sugarbaby today.”

“A hunky, lovable, sexy sugarbaby,” Gemma said.

“Definitely,” Sabrina agreed with a grin.

For a Saturday you felt like the mall should have been busier, but then you realized this was supposed to be the era of the downfall of the American shopping mall. Sure, there were plenty of people around, it just didn’t feel busy. After a quick stop at the big digital map system near the entrance, the girls were dragging you through the big corridors and up an escalator onto another floor.

“Oh, we should stop there later,” Gemma pointed out a store that I’d never heard of.

“Yes, definitely,” Sabrina nodded.

“We’re… right here though?” you asked. “Why not just go in now.”

Gemma tutted and shook her head. “You know nothing, John Snow.”

You never did get an answer to that question.

The first store you were brought into was mostly business casual, and it turned out you were starting with buying Date and Business clothes. Soon you had a pile of shirts and sweaters, and for the next thirty minutes, the girls had you rotating in and out of the dressing room trying on different fits and styles and colours. After your second in and out of the dressing room one of the ladies working at the store seemed to have stuck to Gemma and Sabrina. She was an attractive woman with a sort of angular face and tanned skin, and you thought she was likely a darker skinned italian. Her nametag said Opaline, but she said to call her Opal, and soon she was as free prodding and poking you as your girlfriends were.

You ended up with three shirts and a sweater, and then one pair of slacks. Sabrina wouldn’t let you even look at the price tags.

Opal gave some suggestions to the girls for where else to go in the mall, then hooked your arm on the way out to hold you back a moment.

“You are one lucky fuck, you know that?” she asked you.

“I’m well aware,” you said.

“Good. Because you will never get a chance like this in your life, so make the most of it,” she said and patted you on the ass like you were a batter heading up to the plate.

Gemma and Sabrina both burst out laughing when you told them why you’d taken an extra second to come out of the store.

The next store was a suit shop, but apparently, you were only there for shirts. A tall, thin and very gay man with a thin moustache and a penchant for making little derogatory sighs measured you up and brusquely walked you through the store and never addressed you once.

At least the shirts were nice - you ended up with three more button-downs, all of them patterned and in colours you wouldn’t have picked for yourself.

Then the next stop was a dress store. Gemma and Sabrina passed off the shopping bags, and their purses, to you and each picked out a handful of dresses to try on. And then, blessedly, the fashion show reversed and it was your turn to watch and judge. Not that there was so much judging as offering minor commentary and being wowed by your girlfriends.

Sabrina knew how to buy for her slim body type and showed off a bunch of slinky dresses that ended high on her skinny thighs and showed off what little side-boob she had. Gemma tended toward a more modest style that all looked pretty on her, but then the last one she came out in was more ballgown than party dress and you couldn’t talk. It was blood red and showed a perfect amount of her bounteous cleavage and lay across her body.

“Holy shit,” Sabrina said for you.

“Really?” Gemma asked. “I thought it would be too much.”

“Are you kidding?” Sabrina asked. “It’s fucking perfect.”

“What do you think, John?” Gemma asked.

You stood up and went to her, taking her cheeks softly in your hands and kissing her sweetly. “It’s like it was made for you. Don’t second guess yourself ever, Gemma. You could make a plastic bag look hot.”

She beamed, then blushed as she swirled around and looked at herself in the mirror. “I don’t even know where I would wear it,” she said.

“Um, on a fancy date, duh,” Sabrina chuckled. “I don’t even care where you decide to wear it though, I’m buying it for you.”

“No, you can’t,” Gemma said.

“Hey,” Sabrina said, holding up a finger with a scolding tone, then pointed to herself. “Sugarmomma for the day, remember?”

Gemma looked back at herself in the mirror and you hugged her from behind, and she smiled. “OK. But just this one.”

Chapter 181

Two more stores for you included another suit store, this time for an actual suit that would be tailored and you would have to come back to do a fitting for, and then a shoe store.

Sabrina bought you three pairs of shoes. A new set of dress shoes, a set of casual slip-on loafers, and a pair of speciality Vans.

You didn’t need shoes. You thought you had too many shoes to begin with.

Apparently not.

“Sabrina, this is too much,” you said.

“You say that now,” she smirked. “But it’s our turn now.”

You were going bikini shopping.

You got sat with the purses and the shopping bags right in front of the changing rooms and you weren’t even allowed to see what they had picked out.

Sabrina went first, and you immediately saw what she was doing. The first swimsuit she came out in was technically a one-piece, but the fabric was cut and twisted to show off most of her sides and focused around a ring that sat on her abs.

The next suit was a tankini, with low-on-the-hip but full bottoms, and a top that covered halfway down her torso. She looked cute and wiggled her bum at you and Gemma, but quickly went back in to change again.

Swimsuit number 3 was a true bikini, this one blue with cups that covered her breasts and a bottom that cut high on her bum, showing about half her cheeks.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“I think I can’t wait to go to a beach with you,” you said.

“That’s the one you should buy,” Gemma nodded.

Sabrina smirked and walked up and kissed me, then looked to Gemma. “You say that now,” she said and wiggled her eyebrows. She skipped back into the dressing room.

“I’m going to be honest,” you said. “I’m a little scared we’re going to get thrown out of here.”

Gemma bit her lip and looked back at the counter of the store where a teenager was currently playing on her phone. “I think we’re OK,” she said, then glanced back at the dressing room. “Probably.”

The next suit was lewd, but not because it showed any more skin than the last one. This one just happened to be a very stretchy bando top that clung to Sabrina like a second skin.

One that very clearly showed off her nipples and camel toe.

“Too much?” she asked, sticking her tongue out playfully while peeking around to make sure no one else was in the store.

“For the beach or a public pool? Yes,” you said. “For your OF? It’s just right.”

Sabrina raised a finger. “Oh my God, I hadn’t even thought of that. I just wanted to make you blush.” She skipped the two steps to you and sat in your lap, kissing you deeply. “Good idea, baby.” Then she grinned and winked. “Sugarmomma is going to going to spoil you even more now.”

Then she reached down and grabbed your dick through your pants and looked thoughtful, and headed back for the changing rooms.

“That was the last one, right?” you asked Gemma.

“What do you think?”

You blew out a breath.

“Is the coast clear out there?” Sabrina asked quietly from inside the dressing room.

“Yep,” Gemma said after checking over her shoulder again.

Sabrina whipped back the curtain and she was in a micro bikini, except the ‘cups’ over the nipples were cartoon ice cream cones and the little patch of fabric that couldn’t even cover her landing strip was a cartoon whipped cream with a cherry on top.

I snorted and tried to suppress a laugh. Gemma bit her tongue to stop her own laugh.

“Now this one has to be too much, right?” Sabrina asked with a smirk.

“Yes!” you said.

“Mkay,” she giggled, then surprised you by stepping out of the dressing room and pushing her chest to your face, pulling the little ice cream cone cup nipple covering aside and feeding you her stubby nipple for a moment. She was flushed as she pulled away and scampered back into the dressing room. She came out with most of the swimsuits in one hand and plopped onto the little bench beside me. “I need to think about the bando one, but I’ll get the blue one for sure. Your turn, Gemma.”

Gemma picked up her bundle of swimsuits, but almost as soon as she was in there she stuck her hand out through the curtain holding the ice cream microkini. “Nope, not a chance,” she said.

“Aw, come on,” Sabrina pouted.

Gemma just shook the strings and ‘fabric’ and Sabrina went a took it. She shrugged as she sat back down next to you. “I tried.”

Your blonde girlfriend hadn’t decided on a gimmick for her part in the bikini fashion show. Instead, she was actually shopping for a bikini and with her bust it made it more difficult to find one that fit properly, gave her enough support where it was needed, and looked the right amount of sexy. Her first two tries looked good to you - but then, most things on Gemma would look good - but she had complaints about them. The third one was deemed ‘OK’ but not great, and by the fourth one, Gemma was frustrated.

“Go in there with her,” Sabrina prompted you.

“I can’t,” you said.

“You have to, Sugarbaby,” Sabrina said, poking you in the side. “Seriously, Gemma is getting self-conscious now. Go cheer her up. Just don’t be loud.”

You glanced over at the teenager behind the counter, who seemed to still be engrossed in either a big game of candy crush or some sort of high school drama.

“Fuck it,” you said quietly, and darted for the dressing room curtain.

You slipped inside and Gemma was naked, looking over her next selection. She half-yelped in surprise until she realized it was you, and then her face turned to confusion until you went to your knees in front of her and lifted one of her legs over your shoulder and pushed your lips to her pussy.

Chapter 182

“Oh, fuck,” Gemma moaned softly as you tongued her pussy.

“Shhh,” you shushed her, reaching up with one hand to tease her nipple as you ducked back to lick her pussy.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her hands going down to your hair but not pushing you away.

“Showing you how fucking sexy you are,” you said. “Just don’t get us caught.”

Gemma leaned back, breathing deeply as she looked down at you with your mouth buried in her pussy. “I fucking love you,” she sighed softly.

You wiggled your tongue as your ‘I love you too’, making her bite her lip and close her eyes to stop from moaning. As you ate her she slid down the back wall of the dressing room and you followed her until she was sitting on the little bench. Then you had the leverage to really push, and you went at her.

“John,” she hissed softly. “John, fuck!”

She squeezed her eyes shut and then put her arm over her mouth and bit it to stop from getting loud as she came. You lapped her up, enjoying the feeling of her thighs trying to squeeze you as she shuddered and sniffed in breaths through her nose until she came down.

Only then did you pull off of her and place a chaste little kiss on her clit before standing up and kissing her on the mouth.

“You are crazy,” she whispered.

“You are fucking crazy sexy,” you retorted. “Now get that bikini on, I want to see you in it so I can imagine taking it back off of you.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t slip.

You peeked out of the curtain and Sabrina nodded and waved you out, so you scooted out as Gemma was getting dressed.

“Mmm,” Sabrina hummed, seeing the wetness on your lips. She immediately started kissing you, her tongue doing its best to taste your lips and cheeks.

“You know you’re a freak, right?” Gemma said as she opened the curtain and saw what Sabrina was doing.

Sabrina shrugged with a grin and then cocked her head to the side. “That one is pretty. How’s it fit?”

Gemma had on a black bikini with full cups and low-riding bottoms that tied at the hip. The cups on the top had a pattern of crystal sequins on them. “Pretty good,” she said, looking in the mirror and tugging at the top in a couple of different ways. “I’m not afraid I’m going to pop out. Not sure about the butt though.”

“I like the butt,” Sabrina said, standing up and tugging on the bottoms. “What do you think, John?”

You felt like this was a trap question, or at least it would have been if it was just you and one girlfriend going shopping. But with two the dynamic was different. “Well, I’d rather no bottoms at all myself,” you said, making both girls smirk and roll their eyes. “But I think you’re right, Gemma. It doesn’t do your booty justice.”

“That was the perfect way of putting it, love,” Gemma said, coming over and kissing you lightly.

“Alright, so let’s find some bottoms to go with the top,” Sabrina shrugged. Thus commenced a hunt of which you didn’t take part, but which took a good fifteen minutes through the story and included looping the teenage clerk into. Eventually they found one, another black but this time more elastic and it sat higher on the hips but showed off a lot more butt.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I definitely like the view, but that’s a lot of you for other guys to see.”

“Baby, I won’t get it if you don’t want,” Gemma said, sitting down on your lap and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. “But I promise you, back home this would be considered moderate for a day at the beach.”

You made a face, but then broke. “OK,” you said.

She smiled and kissed you again, then went to change.

Then the girls gave you your last surprise of the store and presented you with a Banana Hammock.

“I told you I’d find one,” Gemma smirked.

You closed your eyes and took a long breath, then opened them. “Fine, I’ll try it. But I’m not buying it!”

“OK,” Gemma said, grinning. Sabrina smiled like she was trying to break her face.

You went into the changing room and shucked your shorts and boxers and struggled with the ridiculously small and stretchy material until you had it up over your ass in the back. Then it was a case of juggling your cock and balls around to try and get them situated while also not snapping the elastic fabric against them.

“Baby, you OK in there?” Gemma asked from outside.

“Almost got it,” you grunted.

“OK,” she said.

You finally felt like you were fully covered and looked at yourself in the mirror. Yup, you looked ridiculous.

“Is the coast clear?” you asked.

“Oh, definitely,” Sabrina said.

You reached for the curtain, then hesitated. “That sounded like a not-quite,” you said.

“OK, the cashier is looking over but that’s it,” Gemma said.

You closed your eyes and let out a breath, then shrugged and whipped open the curtain.

Click-click! Sabrina took a photo of you immediately and then took off to the front of the store as she was giggling.

“Sabrina!” you growled.

Gemma was right there, laughing with one hand over her mouth and blushing as she eyed you up. “It actually looks pretty good, love,” she said. “And your dick looks really impressive.”

“Sir, are you wearing underwear under that?” the teenager at the cash said. “You’re supposed to wear underwear when trying on the suits. You have to buy that one now.”

You blinked and looked to Gemma, who burst out laughing. You could hear Sabrina cackling as well on the other side of the store.

Chapter 183

The next, and they promised last, two stores for you were to buy you some more casual clothes that you could wear out on day-dates. This was where they actually started to argue a bit - not in a nasty way or anything, but their casual styles differed more than what they liked for a more formal you.

They ended up splitting the difference when Sabrina said they should just buy both ideas. And you weren’t allowed to say anything about it. So you ended up with some new shorts and shirts, and a couple of light sweaters for cooler days.

By the end of it you were hauling around a half dozen bags between the three of you, but both of them were very happy and lovey with you as you all went to the food court. They did, in fact, allow you to buy them lunch and you all sat down at a booth together with the bags of clothes on the empty booth seat next to Sabrina.

“Something wrong, love?” Gemma asked you when she noticed you looking off for a moment during the conversation.

“No,” you said, looking back to them and smiling. “Just thinking.”

“Oh, shit,” Sabrina sighed. “Baby, if we were too pushy today I’m so sorry. We should have asked your opinion more.”

Gemma got a pained look on her face as well. “God, we were total snooty bitches, weren’t we? You didn’t pick a single thing for yourself.”

“I- That’s not it, but kind of is,” you said. You reached across the table and took one of each of their hands in yours. “I was just thinking that I don’t know how much longer I can keep up the act that you two aren’t way out of my league. Believe me, I like all the clothes. I still don’t think I needed the shoes, but whatever. I just- I feel like I should have been able to pick clothes that were attractive to you. And I’m just having a kind of self-deprecating, imposter syndrome moment. I can’t believe I’m dating both of you.”

The girls glanced at each other, and then Gemma was leaning across the table to kiss you while Sabrina kissed the side of your face rapidly, then down to your neck. When they pulled back Gemma stayed leaning over the table. “John, I love you. I don’t love you because of or despite your clothes, or your style. I love you because you make me laugh, and you make my pussy tingle every time you do something sweet, and you make my heart flutter every time I see the way you look at me.”

“And I love you because you are the most understanding, earnest guy I’ve ever met who also happens to give me warm butterflies in my gut when you flirt with me, and you just know how to push my buttons like no one has even guessed before,” Sabrina said.

You were flushed and smiling, but laughed a little sadly. “I- Thank you. I love you both too. And hearing that is like angels singing. But I still feel like I should be more to deserve you. What that woman from the first store said earlier is true - I’m the luckiest guy in the fucking world.”

“God, I want to fuck you right now,” Sabrina said.

Gemma snorted a giggle. “Same, honestly.”

You sighed and shook your head. “Maybe I just need to accept that you just want me for my body after all.”

That set them both laughing, and lunch got back on track. After you threw out all the trash the girls led you to the last stop of the shopping trip - unfortunately, there wasn’t a Hot Topic in the mall after all - Victoria’s Secret.

What the three of you learned was that Victoria’s Secret was that her store was always busy, and the retail workers were on the lookout for shenanigans. You still got to play the dutiful boyfriend to both girls, much to the shock and amusement of the statuesque blonde who helped the three of you out.

Sabrina ended up buying a few new thongs since they were on sale, along with a sexy neglige that you couldn’t wait to take off of her the first time you got to see it. Gemma doubled down on the thongs and found a fancy bra that fit her perfectly. Then she shushed both you and Sabrina away for a bit and came back ten minutes later with a Cheshire cat grin and a little bag that she wouldn’t let either of you look inside. Sabrina was more annoyed by that than you were.

With arms full of shopping bags, you couldn’t guess at the cost that Sabrina’s credit card had just wracked up. It had to be at least a thousand dollars (hint - it turned out to be more than triple that with the suit), but she wouldn’t hear another word about it. She kissed you and told you to shut up. Then she kissed Gemma right there on the bus, and then winked.

By the time the three of you were piling into the elevator at her place, you were tired from all the walking and ready for a nap. Thinking that’s what was about to happen, when the girls sent you into Sabrina’s bedroom with the bags you set them down carefully and then climbed onto the bed, waiting for them to climb on with you and cuddle up.

“Well, that’s not what I was expecting,” Gemma said from the doorway.

“I guess we weren’t really explicit about what was happening now,” Sabrina said.

You blinked your eyes open drearily, and then a lot more open a lot quicker.

The girls were standing at the foot of the bed. In their new lingerie.

Their very sexy lingerie. And Sabrina had a tube of lube in her hand.

Chapter 184

“Hi,” Gemma giggled when she saw you waking up.

“Sorry,” you said. “And, uh, wow.”

“Wow is right,” Sabrina smirked, giving Gemma a side-eyed glance and biting the inside of her lip.

Gemma was dressed in a beautiful green set of lace bra and panties. They didn’t give her any support whatsoever - the bra was all lace, cupping over her bountiful breasts and just tugging them together enough to make a ridiculous amount of cleavage. Her areolas and nipples could be seen through the gaps in the lace. The panties were similar, hugging her mound. But the real surprise was the garter belt and the dark green stockings it was holding up. Gemma looked like a pornstar, or you guessed pornstars were supposed to look like this when they achieved the look properly.

Sabrina, for her part, hadn’t waited long to reveal the neglige. It was gauze and blue, and didn’t hide a single part of her body behind the swoopy film of fabric. She’d matched it with one of her new thongs of a similar colour.

“Did I die and go to heaven?” you asked.

“Sorry, this is actually hell,” Gemma said. “I’m about to pull off my face and underneath I’m a fifty-five-year-old fat guy with facial herpes and a desire to wear your skin.”

Sabrina snorted hard at that, and you rolled your eyes and grinned. “Well, for a fat man, you really know how to wear that bra.”

“Thank you,” she grinned and stuck a pose.

“Seriously, you both look absolutely amazing,” you said. “I don’t even know where to start the compliments, and if I do I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“You’re rambling, baby,” Sabrina said, climbing up onto the bed. She leaned in and kissed you, and took your hand and brought it through the gap in the neglige to press against her bare skin and slowly run up towards her breast. “And there’s one more surprise.”

She turned your face to look back at Gemma again, who smiled sexily and did a little turn for you, wagging her hips until she was facing away. Then she slowly started to lower her panties, bending over as she did it, to reveal a little green-gemmed buttplug between her cheeks. She dropped the panties, the garter belt and stockings still on, and turned back around. Gemma climbed up onto the bed, giving you a smouldering gaze as she prowled on her hands and knees until she was nose to nose with you, and she kissed you hard and passionately. She moaned into your lips, and you grunted your own pleasure back.

When she pulled back, Gemma took a deep breath but didn’t stop smiling. “John. Love. I would like you to please take my anal virginity and be my first. Could you do that for me? Stretch my asshole with your cock, and be the only man to ever do that? Make me yours?”

“He is so hard right now,” Sabrina giggled as she reached into your boxers to feel the pole that was tenting them.

“Is that a yes?” Gemma asked you.

“God, yes,” you gasped and took her by the shoulder so you could kiss her again. She hummed happily and you slowly fell backwards, pulling her with you until she was laying on your body as the two of you made out.

“Do you want to take the buttplug out of her?” Sabrina asked you, kissing your ear from the side. “Or should I?”

“Yes?” you mumbled through the kissing.

Sabrina snorted and took your hand from Gemma’s hip and slid it back to her ass, getting your fingers around the plug. You tugged on it, and Gemma sucked in a breath, and then you tugged on it again and she whined a little bit in her throat.

“Don’t tease me like that, love,” she whispered. “Not today. Another time.”

“OK,” you said, and slowly pulled the plug out of her as she groaned softly.

Sabrina took the plug and set it aside, then reached back and spread Gemma’s cheeks and smeared lube between them, and Gemma jumped a little on you when Sabrina slid two of her slim fingers into her to spread the lube around.

“Fuuu-huuuck,” Gemma moaned.

“That’s nothing compared to what he’s got,” Sabrina reminded her.

“I know,” Gemma nodded. Then, after one last kiss, she slithered down your body until she had free access to your boxers, which she pulled down and off of you. She took you in her mouth and sucked hard, tonguing your head for a moment, but pulled off. “I want you to last as long as possible in my ass, so no blowjob. Is that OK?”

“Of course it is,” you said, giving her a little look like she was crazy to ask and making her chuckle.

“OK,” she said. “And I want to be on top for the first time?”

“Anything you want, love,” you said.

She beamed at that. Then Sabrina squirted some lube into her hand, and Gemma started stroking your cock and getting it slimy and slick. It felt different, getting jacked off by a girl with lube. Spit was slick but it wasn’t like this.

“OK, you’re ready,” Sabrina declared.

Gemma looked to you. “Are you?”

“I don’t know how I could be,” you said. “I don’t think I could ever be fully ready for this. But God I want you.”

She grinned and climbed back up your body, getting herself straddled and in position. Then she reached back and stroked your cock a couple of times, and pivoted her hips, and you felt your cock rubbing against the soft folds of her pussy. She closed her eyes and pressed down briefly, but didn’t pop you in. Your cock was directed higher up. Her hips tilted a little more. And then you were nuzzled into place.

Gemma opened her eyes and looked into yours.

“I love you,” you said.

She smiled, as wide and as beautiful as you’d ever seen her smile, and she sat down.

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“Oooooh, my fuckin’ Gaaawd,” Gemma moaned, her one eye twitching low as she made what you could only describe as the dumbest, lewdest, sexiest face you’d ever seen her make.

“Jesus fuck,” Sabrina said. “You were supposed to go slow, you greedy slut. You’ve got almost all of him in you.”

Gemma’s ass was tight as hell and only got tighter as her body reacted to the wanted invasion by rippling and squeezing. It was also hot in a way that you hadn’t expected for some reason like you were closer to her core temperature or something.

You took her face in your hands and kissed her lips lightly, then he cheeks, as she twitched on top of you and slowly sucked in a long breath.

“How much more?” she asked Sabrina.

“Like, an inch and a- OK, yeah, that’s it,” Sabrina said as Gemma pressed her ass the rest of the way down onto you, enveloping your cock.

“That’s it, love,” she whispered hoarsely. “That’s all of me.”

You kissed her again, softly, and sucked her lip between yours and tugged on it a little before letting it go. “Thank you,” you said. “For sharing this with me.”

“No one else,” she smiled softly. Then she stuck out her tongue a little as she closed her eyes and raised he ass off of your cock, then slowly went back down. Her face twitched as she did it, and her leg shuddered.

“Do you like it?” you asked her.

“Do I- Do I like it?” she parroted back to me. “Do I like your big fucking rod stretching my ass so it feels like you’re trying to put a full fucking log inside me? Do I like your cock head hitting the walls of my fucking anus?” She slammed her lips to yours, kissing you savagely, and then pulled away. “Yes. God, yes. I want more. I want you to fuck me. Fuck my ass. Holy fuck, I think I might be an anal whore for real. My whole fucking body is tingling, I feel like such a fucking hoe with your cock in my aaaass.” She lifted up and slid back down again, faster and more insistent that time. “I’m your anal whore, John. I’m going to want this so much more often. God, I can’t believe I didn’t know this before, but I’m so happy I waited to find out with you. Fuck! I want to fucking- wait- ungh! Uuunnggh!”

She came, seizing up and freezing, her eyes closed as she gasped for air and her ass squeezed the ever-loving life out of your cock. She exhaled everything in her lungs in a rush when she released, and collapsed loosely onto your chest.

“I think she likes it,” Sabrina said, sitting next to us on the bed and watching with her mouth slightly agape.

“I think so,” you nodded. Then you shifted your hips to thrust up at Gemma a bit, and her head came up as she moaned throatily and with her tongue hanging at the edge of her lip.

“Do that again. God, John, please do that again,” she begged. So you did, and she moaned again, and then she was shifting back at your cock, and within moments you were finding a rhythm.

“You filthy buttslut,” Sabrina said, biting her lip as she watched us fucking. “God, I can’t wait to feel him crack open my ass, too. I can’t reasonably expect to react like this, but if I like it even half as much I’ll be set for life.”

Gemma thrust down hard onto you and settled for a moment, screwing her hips in a small circle, then she pulled the cups of her bra aside and her boobs popped out. She then leaned forward and you buried your face in the tit flesh, finding a nipple and sucking on it.

“Sabrina,” Gemma moaned. “I’m so- I’m close to another. And John is getting bigger inside me, I think he’s close too. Could you just-?”

“Just what?” Sabrina asked. “I don’t know what you want.”

“Just choke me a little,” Gemma gasped.

Sabrina barked a laugh. “I knew I fucking loved you,” she said, and then she wrapped a slim hand around Gemma’s throat and put on just a bit of pressure.

Gemma shuddered, a precursor to another orgasm. With your mouth and vision full of tit, you blindly groped down between the two of you, wiggling your fingers down until you found her pussy and you could thrum her lips and clit with two fingers.

She hiccuped, and then Gemma’s whole body started to sag like you’d hit an off switch on her or something and you were worried that Sabrina might have accidentally choked her out. Then Gemma’s body rocked back to life and she slammed her hips down, burying you in her ass again as she silently moaned and her body released an orgasm from deep inside her.

Gemma didn’t squirt. She flooded. It dribbled out of her in a stream, covering your hips and crotch area and soaking down into the sheets almost immediately.

And you came, right in the middle of her massive orgasm. Watching her face twitch and her breasts heave, feeling her juices just unleash from her, all of that would have likely put you over the top.

But that ass was the thing that did it.

You felt like you were cumming against the current, releasing through the squeezing of her asshole on your cock. But you weren’t just in the middle of an amazing sexual experience that you would remember and hold dear to yourself for the rest of your life. You’d also spent the entire day so far getting teased and tempted and not finding release.

So you came, hard and long, releasing your own jets deep into her ass until you felt like your balls had shrivelled up from emptying themselves so much.

You fell back against the bed, or at least your head did, as Gemma rode her orgasm down from its peak and she started to fall sideways. You think Sabrina may have actually saved you from a broken cock when she caught Gemma and tilted her forward to land on you instead because you were still hard inside her like her anus was a cock ring.

“Well,” Sabrina said quietly, laying down next to you and slowly fingering herself as she gazed at your delirious, trying-to-be-people-again expressions. “That looked like fun.”

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“I still feel like I wasted the big reveal,” Sabrina said with a laugh. “I mean, really.”

The three of you were out to dinner at a sports bar, packed into the back corner and enjoying some easy finger food. Nachos, mozza sticks and garlic bread did not make a healthy meal, but damn they were delicious.

Gemma rolled her eyes at Sabrina as she popped another mozza stick in her mouth. “I’m sorry, OK?” she said. “It’s not like I thought it would be like that. I figured it would be like we usually are and jump back and forth a bit.”

“You both seem to be forgetting that today isn’t over,” you said.

“Is that a promise,” Sabrina looked at you with a beaming smile.

“Yes, it is,” you said, leaning over and kissing her lightly.

“What about me?” Gemma asked.

“Bitch, you had the orgasm of all orgasms, don’t be greedy,” Sabrina snickered.

“I promise that once we’ve turned Sabrina into a puddle, I’ll give you the rest of whatever I’ve got,” you told Gemma.

“Good enough,” she grinned.

The three of you split the bill after a couple of rounds of drinks and picking all the plates clean. More than that, with the promise made, Sabrina got touchy at the table. She was playing footsy with your frequently, but also running her hands up and down your thigh or arm and just generally eye-fucking you.

By the time you were leaving, the plan to head back to her place was thrown out the window since yours was closer to the bar.

“OK, hold on,” you said as you reached your apartment door after a long walk home instead of splurging on yet another Uber ride. With the girls watching you knocked out a firm ‘Rap-tappa-tap-tap’ and waited a long ten seconds before keying open the door and poking your head in. “All clear,” you said, opening the door and gesturing them in.

“I dunno, I wouldn’t have minded walking in on Tasha,” Sabrina said. Then she spun around and held up a finger dramatically. “Wait!”

You and Gemma both looked at her questioningly. “Um, wait for what?” you asked.

“I need your phone,” she said, holding out her hand.

You fished out your phone from your pocket and handed it to her, and she opened it using the code. The fact that she knew it surprised you, but also you didn’t really feel any need to care.

“There it is,” she smirked. Then she took you by the hand and pulled you over to the couch, sitting you down in the middle and taking a seat next to you, gesturing for Gemma to take the other side.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Take your dick out,” Sabrina ordered you.

“Um…” you looked around the common space of the apartment.

“Oh, you’ve walked in on him plenty,” Sabrina scoffed. “Just take it out.”

You followed her directions and did so. She leaned down and sucked you a couple of times, getting you firmer and slick, and then started stroking you with a handjob.

“Sabrina, hon,” Gemma said. “This isn’t making any sense.”

“OK, so I said I wouldn’t mind walking in on Tasha naked, right?” Sabrina said. You and Gemma both nodded. “Well, we all forgot about something that happened last night.” She turned your phone around to show you the screen, along with the picture of Tasha flashing, her breasts on full display even with the overexposure on the top part of the screen.

Gemma snorted loudly and shook her head, but Sabrina just grinned and started stroking you more firmly. “What do you think, baby? Want to come all over her tits?”

“I’d rather come all over you two,” you said.

Sabrina gave you a look, pouting, as if to say, ‘Just play the game please.’

You sighed and leaned back, letting her work your cock as you stared at the tits on your phone.

And then the door to the washroom opened and Tasha walked out and into the kitchen, reaching for a cup out of the cupboard. Naked. No towel, nothing. Just a bare ass and titties.

“Um,” you said with wide eyes.

Tasha turned slowly, her own eyes wide, and took the three of you in. Gemma, and you with your dick out, and Sabrina who hadn’t stopped stroking you for some reason.

You shoved Sabrina’s hand away and covered your dick at almost the same time that Tasha grabbed a towel from the stove and had to quickly decide what she was going to cover. She ended up going for the towel over her crotch and an arm across her tits.

“Um, hey guys,” she said. “Didn’t, uh, didn’t realize you were here.”

“Neither did we,” you stammered. “I, ah, knocked but I guess…”

“We were in the tub,” Tasha clarified.

“Well, this is awkward,” Gemma snickered.

“Can I just say you have great tits, Tasha?” Sabrina said.

“Thanks,” Tasha said.

There was a long, awkward silence.

“Hey, T-Honey,” Mosche said, sauntering out of the bathroom without a stitch of clothing on himself, his dick swinging between his legs. “What’s up.”

“OH God,” Gemma said, covering her eyes.

Sabrina just started nervously laughing.

You turned red and tried to just stuff your cock back in your pants as quickly as possible.

Tasha gave up covering herself and threw the towel at Mosche to try and cover him.

“Oh, hey guys,’ Mosche said, pushing up his glasses on his nose.

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“So… I feel like we need to come up with some sort of a system,” you said.

Everyone was at least partially dressed at that point. Your cock was away, and Tasha had Mosche’s shirt on while he was wearing his boxers. You were all sitting at the kitchen table.

“We didn’t hear you guys from the washroom,” Mosche said, only now getting hit with the embarrassment. The dude’s emotional reaction time was stunningly slow sometimes. Or maybe it was a defence mechanism.

“And we didn’t think you were here,” you countered.

“Are we talking sock on the doorknob or what?” Tasha asked.

“I feel like that would be too obvious for our neighbours,” you said. “But then, I’m only here for another couple of months. Mosche, what do you and your regular roommates do?”

“Well, usually with Paul and Sammy are here we just hang out and if they bring a girl home they go to their rooms,” Mosche said.

“OK, but I’ve walked in on you alone,” you pointed out.

“That was one time!” Mosche protested.

“OK, here’s an idea,” Gemma said. “Get something to put on your door that you can flip one way or another. So if one of us girls is over and we’re doing something not in a bedroom, you flip it over and let the other roommate know to knock and to head right to their room when they do come in.”

Sabrina started giggling at the absurdity of the situation.

“I mean, I can make that work if you can,” you said to Mosche. “But I feel like this is getting more complicated than necessary. What if we just keep our nakedness behind closed doors?”

“Baby, that’s a little hypocritical,” Gemma said. “You literally just did the same thing at my place with my roommates.”

Sabrina’s snickering turned into a full laugh. “Thank you! I was just thinking that.”

“Well, this sounds like a story,” Tasha smirked.

Now it was your turn to blush. “Well, think of what happened to you, but it’s me in the buff and it’s my ex-girlfriend walking in on me getting the glass of water.”

“Shiiiiit,” Tasha snickered.

“His ex who definitely wants to hate-fuck him,” Sabrina pointed out.

“Shhhit!” Tasha laughed.

“OK, let’s move on from that,” you said, putting your hands on the table. “Until we figure something else out, let’s just say that all nudity stays behind closed doors, OK?”

“That’s fair,” Mosche said. “What about non-nude stuff?”

“What does that even mean?” you asked.

“Well, like making out. Or heavy petting.”

Gemma turned your face and kissed you hard, using tongue, and laughed a little at your stunned reaction as she pulled away. She turned to the group, “Did that make anyone uncomfortable?”

Everyone but you shook their heads no. You would have as well but you were still blinking to come back from the surprise tonguing your mouth just got.

“How about this?” Tasha asked, grabbing Mosche’s hand and putting it on her boob.

“Nope,” Sabrina said as the rest of us shook our heads, though it was a little ridiculous. “Though I wouldn’t mind a grab myself.”

Tasha snorted and grabbed Sabrina’s hand and put it on her other boob. Sabrina turned to you and Gemma with a shit-eating grin while Mosche stared open-mouthed at her hand groping his… girlfriend?

“OK, I think we’ve found the line,” you said. “So unless we’re planning to turn this into a board game night or something, maybe we… split to separate rooms?”

“Someone’s horny,” Gemma stage whispered to Tasha.

“It’s me, I’m the horny one,” Sabrina grinned, clearly tweaking Tasha’s nipple through her shirt before letting go of her.

“Agh, bitch,” Tasha laughed and grabbed her boob. “Fine with me.” She turned to Mosche. “Babes, can you go warm up the bath water?”

“Sure,” he said with a little grin and got up to go do that.

When he was gone Tasha turned back to you three. “OK, fair is fair. I only got a glimpse and you guys have seen me in the full buff now,” Tasha said. “Whip it out.”

“Really?” you asked. “What about Mosche?”

“I’m not gonna suck it,” Tasha said.

“Fair is fair, baby,” Gemma said as she rolled her eyes a little and reached for your shorts.

“Hold on,” Sabrina said. “If you want to see it in full effect, you should show these off.” And she stood behind Tasha and started lifting her shirt.

Tasha’s tits came back into view at about the same time as your cock, and as Gemma stroked you a couple of times to get you to your hardest Tasha tweaked her nipple and licked her bottom lip. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned and, to be frank, looked like they would be a blast to play with. It seemed like she was thinking something similar about your cock.

“OK,” she said, moving Sabrina’s hands and letting her shirt drop. “That’s enough.” Then she winked at Gemma. “Lucky girls.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you said.

“Yeah, that too,” she smirked. “Now I’m gonna go fuck my boytoy, so unless you guys want to hear some girlish squealing you’d better get going.”

“Are those noises coming from you or from him?” Sabrina asked.

“I’m not telling,” Tasha smirked, then turned and walked away. You weren’t sure if the fact that the shirt was up and revealing her entire bare ass was by accident or on purpose.

“So…” Sabrina said. “Can I please get fucked now? I promise all of our girlish squealing will come from me.”

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“I think it worked,” Gemma chuckled, laying next to Sabrina and slowly stroking her face, moving the sweaty strands of hair from her her forehead and cheek. She turned to look back at you where you were panting, sitting on the other side of the bed and trying to catch your breath and let your heart rate drop back down. “Nice work, Daddy.”

At some point you had given up on not being ‘Daddy’ again tonight as you and Gemma worked over Sabrina. It looked like half her body was pink from the soft pinches, hard grabbing and the flushing of several new hickies on her small breasts and her stomach. Her pussy was also a bright pink and leaking your cum.

“Mmmm,” Sabrina moaned happily as she blinked sleepily and stretched. Then she rolled over and curled up into the fetal position. “M’you guys finish without me,” she mumbled softly. “Tired.”

Gemma kissed her on the cheek, then rolled away and crawled over to you and sat next to you, throwing her legs over your lap and hugging her upper body to yours as she rested her head on your shoulder. You both just watched Sabrina as she fell asleep.

“I can’t believe this is a heartwarming moment in our relationship,” you chuckled softly.

Gemma chuckled with you. “I know. Who would have thought? If someone told me a month ago that I was going to be part of a threesome I would have thought they were crazy. And here I am in a throuple.”

“Is it enough?” you asked her quietly. “Are you getting enough of me? Because you deserve it all.”

“I do get it all, love,” she said, turning and kissing your shoulder where she’d been resting her head. “I just share it all with her.”

You turned her lips up to you and kissed her, soft and sweet. “What can I do for you?” you asked.

She smiled and kissed you back. “Well, what I want is you in my ass again like earlier, but I think I’m probably too sensitive for that right now. Was I walking funny earlier?”

“Only a little,” you smirked.

She rolled her eyes with a happy grin. “How about a sixty-nine?” she asked. “I want to love on you, and I want to feel your tongue.”

“Gladly,” you said, and kissed her one more time before laying down on the bed. Gemma straddled your head and leisurely laid down on your body, and soon you were both in a little competition of who could distract the other with your hands and mouths. Then that turned into who could edge the other for longer.

Gemma won, sucking a load out of you, but you made it up to her by tonguing her ass while you wiggled your fingers on her g-spot, making her come hard.

“Well, looks like I missed some fun,” Sabrina said, waking you up. She was looking down at you with a silly grin, and as you blinked awake and shifted your head you realized that Gemma was still lying on top of you and your face was currently framed by her thighs, ass and pussy.

“What time is it?” you asked Sabrina.

“Late,” she said. “Or early, depending on how you think of it. I just missed your body next to mine.”

“Let’s go to bed properly,” you said, and slowly rolled Gemma off of you. She groaned and blinked awake. “Bedtime, love,” you said to her quietly.

She grumbled about already being asleep, but happily got under the covers and re-snuggled up to you with Sabrina on your other side. They held hands on your chest.

“How is this my life?” you whispered to the dark room.

“Shhh,” Sabrina whispered. “Stop acting so surprised or I’ll go get Tasha to smother you in another set of tits just to put things in perspective.”

Gemma, half asleep, snorted a laugh.

You just rubbed their backs and kept your thoughts on them joking about sharing you to yourself.

“What time is it?” Gemma groaned, which woke you up.

“Almost ten,” Sabrina sighed. Your side was cold as she’d rolled away and you squinted one eye open to look for her. She was pulling on a pair of your athletic shorts and cinching them tight, her little boobs bouncing with the movement.

“What are you doing?” you asked her.

“I need to pee, and unless you want me to pull a you and flash myself to your roommate, I’m getting dressed.”

“Mmm,” you nodded and let your head fall back down.

“We should get up, love,” Gemma said.

“Sleepy,” you grumbled. “Tired.”

“Yes, even Sex Gods need to rest,” Gemma whispered with a smile. “But we’re going to brunch. Just think of all the pancakes and waffles and hashbrowns and bacon and-”

“Are you trying to get me fat?” you asked her. “Because you’re just listing things that will get me fat.”

“I’m trying to get you to carbo-load,” Gemma said. “You need your energy.”

“For what?” you asked dreamily.

“Well, you’re fucking Sabrina’s ass today,” Gemma said. “And I want more of you for myself, too.”

“What was that you said about waffles?” you asked, and both laughed.

Sabrina came back into your room wearing just your shorts and her bra, which you guessed was as much covering as she’d wanted to bother with. “Well, you missed out,” she said.

“On what?” Gemma asked.

“I walked in on Tasha fingering herself in the washroom,” Sabrina smirked. “Apparently she’s horny in the mornings and Mosche sleeps like the dead.”

“Let me guess, she offered for you to join her?” you asked.

“Hah, no. She isn’t as wild as Becca. She was totally embarrassed. But she did ask me about this art display you two left on me,” Sabrina said, gesturing to her torso covered in hickey marks. “So I told her all about it while I pee’d, and she looked about ready to hump the faucet when I left.”

You snorted and shook your head. “How the hell did my life go from normal to being surrounded by sexual deviants in less than two weeks?” you asked.

“Oh, love,” Gemma said while running her fingers through your hair. “You say that like you aren’t the reason we love being deviant to begin with.”

Chapter 189

Brunch was, of course, delicious. You weren’t sure if you’d ever had a bad brunch, to be fair. Sabrina ended up wearing your shorts, joking that she liked getting into your pants, and had pulled a spaghetti strap tank top out of her purse that clung to her upper body tightly. It would have been lewd if she hadn’t worn a bra, and you still asked her to wear your flannel button-down to cover up a bit more. She’d sighed and stroked your cheek and agreed, tying the end up in a bow just beneath her small bust. Gemma, on the other hand, had packed one of her summer dresses in her larger purse and slipped that on. Then Sabrina had lifted up and pulled down the panties she’d on, sticking her tongue at you as she did it.

Gemma just rolled her eyes at that and let it happen, the dress coming down to her knees and not at risk of wildly exposing her at any moment.

Of course, you hadn’t been expecting the flirting and touching to go along with the delicious brunch. It was Sabrina to start it, but soon all three of you were surreptitiously doing things to each other in the back corner of the restaurant. The biggest moment was when Gemma’s eyes went wide and she looked from you to Sabrina and back in a panic as she at up tall and sucked in a breath through her nose. Sabrina had a smarmy smile on, and you pretended to drop your fork and took a peak under the white tablecloth covering the table.

Sabrina’s bare foot was wedged between Gemma’s thighs, her big toe wedged into the cleft of Gemma’s pussy and wiggling around.

Gemma made her stop after a minute, and Sabrina fake pouted a little until you slid your hand up her inside thigh and under the baggy legs of the athletic shorts and brushed against her clit because of course she wasn’t wearing any underwear herself.

You went dutch on the bill as you’d all agreed, and then the girls wanted to go for a walk through the park since it was a beautiful day. You ended up in the same one as you and Gemma had gone to the food trucks on your first date and enjoyed the easy walk as the three of you laughed and chatted. Then you bought the three of you ice cream cones from a vendor and sat on a bench, talking and just being with each other some more.

Things couldn’t just be sweet, though. With the three of you, and especially Sabrina, someone was bound to do something. You were sitting in the middle of the two, as usual, and Gemma had kicked off her sandals and was sitting with her legs curled up on your lap while Sabrina was sitting sideway on the other end of the bench, her back against the armrest and her knees high. Slowly, seeing when you would notice, she spread her legs and bit and manoeuvred the leg of the shorts to give you a straight look down at her pussy.

You ignored it for a bit, teasing her by playing ignorant, until you could tell she was getting frustrated and then you leaned over towards her. “Baby, if we were alone I would drip the ice cream all over your pussy and lick it off, but we’re in public.”

Sabrina snorted and ended up with ice cream all over her mouth and nose since you’d timed it perfectly to when she was licking her cone. Gemma burst out laughing at that, and you ended up needing to kiss Sabrina’s face clean at her insistence.

Sure, the three of you got looks. You weren’t just a young couple who were overly touchy and unafraid of PDA in public, you were a trio. And, you had to admit, you egged each other on a bit. But who cared? You were in a city that all three of you weren’t planning on living in, let alone knew enough people to worry about getting seen.

And you were in love.

Once the cones had been devoured, Sabrina spun on her butt and rested her head in your lap, closing and lowering her legs so she wasn’t flashing the world. She looked up at you with a smile.

“So, I was thinking,” she said.

“That’s dangerous,” Gemma said.

“Yes, it is,” Sabrina smirked. “But anyways, I was thinking. Obviously I’m horny as hell for you to spear my little butt, John. And I want it to be special like with Gemma. But I also feel like it’s a wasted opportunity for a cash grab? I mean, imagine if I could truthfully advertise it was my first time getting buttfucked, and by DD non less?”

You opened your mouth the respond, but closed it again, torn in your answer.

“I think that’s a choice you need to make,” Gemma said. “I mean, it’s special between you and John, but you’re right it would be a good business decision. It’s your virginity though.”

“I know,” she sighed. “But I want to know what John thinks.”

“I think we can make it special no matter what,” you said. “I think the more important question is whether you want to share that, or keep it private just for us.”

“Ugh, when you put it like that I feel like I should keep it private,” Sabrina said. “But then, does it super matter? I mean, it’ll be our moment no matter what. And Gemma can film it for us.”

“I can?” Gemma asked.

“Well, if you’re willing,” Sabrina said.

Gemma made a face as she thought about it, then shrugged. “If it’s what you want, I can try.”

You leaned down and kissed Sabrina softly, then stroked her hair slowly. “Your decision, beautiful.”

“Let me think about it a little more,” she said. “But not too long. Just on the ride to my place.”

“You want to go now?” you asked.

Sabrina smirked and lifted up her phone. “I already called the Uber, baby. I can feel your dick getting a little firm under my head and gawd I can’t wait to get it in my ass.”

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“OK, you’re in frame,” Gemma said. “Now what?”

“Just make sure that you don’t show mine or John’s face above our lips,” Sabrina said. “I could blur them out, but it’s not the style my fans are used to. And even with the stabilizer try and move slow and smooth.

We were on the bed in Sabrina’s apartment, and Sabrina was lying back with her upper back and head on the pillow. She’d taken off her shirts to leave herself in her bra, and had decided it was cute to leave on your shorts as well. Gemma was also stripped down to her underwear - which since she’d left her panties at your place was just her bra - for the sake of not feeling awkward being the only one dressed.

Gemma was kneeling slightly away from Sabrina, with one of the phones Sabrina used for recording set up on a handheld stabilizer grip. It was technically called a ‘gimbal’ but we just kept calling it a ‘stabilizer’ since that was what it did. You were just off the bed, down to your boxers.

“Got it,” Gemma nodded. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Sabrina said, reaching over and reassuring herself that the lube was just off to the side.

“Ready,” you nodded.

“OK, and… Action!”

“Mmm, Daddy, I can’t believe it’s finally the day,” Sabrina crooned, putting on her ‘sexy pornstar’ husky voice. “After last night I thought things couldn’t get any better. Look at all these hickeys you and Mommy left on me.”

“Hold up,” Gemma said. “Cut! Um, Mommy, really?”

Sabrina giggled a little. “Sorry, I didn’t know how to refer to you and it just sort of was the natural thing after calling John Daddy. I think my fans will find it super hot that ‘Daddy’ has a wife or something, and I’m the plaything.”

“Well, I’m definitely not Mommy,” Gemma said, making a face. “And I’m never getting on camera.”

“Oh, I know I know,” Sabrina assured her. “It’s just trying to make the roleplay of the character match us enough that I can be myself without being myself, if that makes sense. What should I call you?”

Gemma thought about it. “I… don’t know?”

“What about Mistress?” Sabrina offered. “Daddy and Mistress.”

“That sounds like I’m more in control though,” Gemma pointed out. “And I think the kinky hotness of the Daddy thing is that John is in control.”

“True,” Sabrina nodded.

“What about Darling?” you suggested. “This is the first time Gemma’s being mentioned, so you could say something like ‘I can’t believe you and your girlfriend did this to me. Your Darling is so generous to let me be your little toy.’”

“I like that,” Sabrina said. “Gemma?”

“Darling works,” she said, then turned to you. “But that means you can’t ever call me Darling other than in bed with Sabrina, OK?”

“Oh, do you have a thing about not being called certain nicknames in certain places?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

Gemma had the dignity to blush, knowing you’d trapped her on the Daddy thing. “Whatever,” she said. “Alright, I’m Darling, let’s start over.”

You all got back in place.

“And… Action!”

“Ooh, Daddy, I can’t believe it’s happening already. You and your girlfriend Darling just ravaged me last night-”

“Cut!” Gemma called.

“You know, you’re just supposed to be the camera woman,” Sabrina smirked.

“Sorry, sorry,” Gemma said. “That just didn’t sound natural at all. Be more natural.”

“‘Be more natural,’ she says,” Sabrina teased. “OK, I’ll try.”

“Alright, third times that charm,” Gemma said. “And… Action!”

“Mmmm, hey Daddy. God, I can’t believe you and your girlfriend did this to me last night. Look at how much you marked me! It made me shiver every fucking time. I’m so fucking lucky that your Darling is willing to let me be your little plaything.” Sabrina shifted on the bed, brushing her fingers over the hickey bruises on her torso and slowly shifting her hips sexually. “But did you know, Daddy, that Darling gave me permission to be a bad girl today? A filthy girl, just for you?” She pulled off her bra slowly, revealing three more hickey marks on her breasts. “Well, even more dirty than last night?”

She slowly lifted her bum from the bed and pushed down the shorts until the waistband was just hiding her pussy. You came forward and leaned into the shot, kissing her while standing next to the bed as you palm one of her tits and found her nipple with your fingers, tugging on it lightly and making her croon a moan against your lips. “And what exactly did my Darling give you permission to do, my bratty little pet?” you asked.

She bit her lip sexily and slipped her fingers under the waistband of the shorts, clearly stroking her pussy without showing it yet. “Darling said that you’d been the best boyfriend, and you’re always the best Daddy for me, so if I wanted to I could give you something.”

“And what’s that, baby?” you asked.

Sabrina rolled over on the bed, arcing her back and pressing out her ass, sliding the shorts down to reveal it was bare and had a little golden buttplug in it. “Darling says I can get ask you to fuck my ass, Daddy. I know you’ve been saving it because I’m an anal virigin, but I’ve wanted it for so long. Will you fuck my tight little asshole, Daddy? Will you be the man to show me how much my last fuckhole wants your cock?”

You slowly brought your hand back and then softly spanked one of her cheeks, making it jiggle, then you spread her cheeks apart to show the camera the buttplug more clearly. “This little fuckhole right here?” you asked.

“Yesss, Daddy,” Sabrina moaned as you poked the end of the buttplug and wiggled it around a bit.

“You’re sure you want me to do this?” you asked. “You know once you’re my little three-hole slut that you’ll be mine forever.”

“I already am, Daddy,” she gasped. “Oh, God, I want to be with you and Darling forever and ever. Please fuck my ass, Daddy. Just go slow, we’ve played with fingers and plugs but I don’t know what your big delicious Daddy Dick will be like in there.”

You leaned down and tilted her neck back, bringing her chin up so you could kiss her again. “OK, baby. I’m going to take your ass and make it mine. Do you need any more stretching first, or have you been a good girl and prepped yourself properly?”

“I’ve been good, I promise,” she gasped as you tugged on the buttplug. “I’m ready for you, Daddy. Just let me get you hard first, and maybe feel you in my pussy for a minute to really make me the horniest bitch I can be for you.”

Sabrina spun on her knees and licked her lips as she faced you lowering your boxers to reveal your cock. Then, without using her hands, she bent low to hook the head between her lips and and bring it up to horizontal and she slowly took you into her mouth in a slow, loving start to the blowjob.

Chapter 191

The blowjob was, well, it was as great as usual. Sabrina and Gemma were both great in slightly different ways, but the biggest thing between them both is that they both made you feel like they really did love your cock because it was yours.

As Sabrina slowly bobbed her mouth, keeping her hands away and behind her back, Gemma shifted on the bed and began to get other angles. She got a closeup from the side, catching Sabrina’s tongue as she slithered out from her lips along the bottom of your shaft. She got an angle that hid Sabrina’s face when she worked her lips down your cock and began to lap and suck at your balls. Then, when the proper blowjob continued again, she got behind Sabrina and got a shot of Sabrina’s pussy and plugged ass with her bobbing head and your torso in the background. When Sabrina realized that was the view she wiggled her bum and shifted her stance to show more of herself to the camera, then reached between her legs and slid a finger through her pussy lips and diddled her clit for a moment.

Then, with a look up at you, Sabrina jammed her face down low on your cock and gagged and bit. You knew she wanted you to fuck her face and make her deepthroat you, so you wove your fingers into her hand and started to do just that. Gemma came back around the bed, slowly moving the camera around, showing off Sabrina’s ass as she pressed her pelvis to the bed, then up her back, then to your fingers in her hair. Finally Gemma zoomed back in on your cock fucking Sabrina’s lips and pushing deep into her throat.

And then, and you weren’t sure if it was a subconscious thing or intentional, Gemma reached into frame and ran her hand along Sabrina’s throat, accentuating the little bit of bulge that happened when she deepthroated you.

Sabrina came. She hadn’t been playing with herself, hadn’t had her nipples teased and tested. She came, just a small one, from being treated like a fleshlight and Gemma making that one little move to emotionally set her over the edge.

You pulled out of her throat and mouth, thick strands of spittle connecting your cock to her lips, as she panted to catch her breath.

“Good girl,” you said. “God, when you’re not being a brat you are the best girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she beamed up at you, her eye makeup smudged now from her eyes watering during the facefucking. “Are you ready to take my ass now?”

“I am, baby,” you said. “Do you want to be on top, or do you want me to be in control?”

“Oh, you Daddy,” she panted. She spun on her knees again, planting her messy face against the pillows and practically hiding her eyes and forehead between them so that only her lips and chin were visible. She raised her ass up and spread her knees wide. “Please, take me like this, Daddy. Make me your anal whore, just like I know Darling is for you.”

You got beside her, Gemma getting a just-off-centre shot to show Sabrina’s hanging nipples between her legs and her face in the background. “Darling is my girlfriend though, baby,” you said, putting two fingers on the buttplug and wiggling it to make her squirm. “Does that mean you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Mmm-mm,” she shook her head. “I want more. I want to be yours. I want to be your pet, and your mistress. Your official side piece. Can I be your official mistress, Daddy? I promise to be the best sex pet ever.”

“Yes, baby,” you said, leaning down and kissing the top of one of her ass cheeks as you began to pull out the buttplug. “But didn’t you realize that’s what you were already? You’re mine.”

“Yeeesss, Daddy,” Sabrina moaned lewdly, and you weren’t sure if she was playing it up for you, or the camera, or just really felt that way.

Gemma got a good closeup of her ass releasing the golden buttplug, gaping for just a moment and then shrinking to close almost all the way.

You grabbed the lube and dripped a bit onto Sabrina’s asshole and slowly rubbed it in, awkwardly getting a bit more on your cock off-camera and stroking it as well.

“Are you ready, baby?” you asked.

“God, yes Daddy,” she nodded. “Make me yours.”

You got into position behind her, and Gemma shifted on the bed to get an above and slightly to the side view as you placed your cock to Sabrina’s asshole as she spread her cheeks for you.

“On three, OK?” you asked. “Make sure you relax.”

“OK, Daddy,” she gasped. “I trust you.”

“One,” you counted. “Two.”

You pushed in, popping the head of your cock through her anal ring before she could tense of at three.

“Oooh, Daddy, fuck!” Sabrina squealed, and you held her hips in place and didn’t move your cock anymore as her upper body rocked from the surprise.

You weren’t thinking about the camera anymore, or the show. Or even Gemma, really. Because when you’d thrust into Sabrina and she’d squealed it hadn’t been like with Gemma. There had been pain in her voice. And the last fucking thing you would ever want to do was cause either of your girls real pain, even if they wanted it or Sabrina wanted to push through for the sake of a video.

So you had a decision to make. Stop, or try and push on. Trust your gut, or trust in Sabrina’s sexy acting abilities. If you called cut it would, at best, make the video seem choppy. But more importantly it might ruin Sabrina’s first time doing anal. If you didn’t and she was in pain, it could be way more disastrous.

“Cut,” you said, holding still. “Sabrina, I need to know that you’re OK.”

Sabrina stayed with her face buried in the pillows for a long moment, then raised them and looked back at you with tears in her eyes and her lip quivering.

Chapter 192

Sabrina was sitting on the floor of her shower with her knees curled up and her forehead pressed between them as you sat next to her rubbing her back as she whimpered.

“Honey, it’s OK,” Gemma said. She was sitting on the toilet just outside the shower, reaching in and holding one of Sabrina’s hands. “It’s OK.”

“I- I just wanted it so bad,” Sabrina sobbed a little, lifting her face to look at you and Gemma. “You loved it so much and were nervous, but I wanted it and it felt-”

She started crying again, burying her head between her knees.

“Shhh,” you shushed her soothingly. “It’s OK. It’s OK.”

Sabrina had done all the prepping she could think of. She’d been secretly wearing buttplugs around at work. She’d fingered her butt. She’d even gone up one last butt plug size right before we did it. But for some reason when you had popped into her it hadn’t felt good at all. In fact, it had downright stung and she’d thought maybe she’d ripped open or something.

It was the strangest thing, when you thought about it. Compared to Gemma, Sabrina practically got off of little shocks of pain and you would have almost called her a masochist. Well, maybe not that far, but still. But for some reason it just didn’t do anything good for her to take your cock in the one place she’d been building up in her mind.

“I love you,” you whispered to her.

She cried.

You and Gemma, once Sabrina was cried out, got her dried off and tucked her into bed, promising to make her some dinner. The two of you worked together to make a simple sandwich combo for her, bouncing thoughts off of each other as to what she would like on it. You’d even found a bag of chips rolled and clipped in one cupboard to go with it.

“I’m going to go,” Gemma said once you had the plate all made up.

“What? No,” you said, taking her hand. “She needs us both right now.”

“No,” Gemma smiled sadly. “She needs you, love. Right now I’m the girl who can do something she can’t. She needs you to show her that that doesn’t matter, and that you love her. So stay, and I’ll go.”

You frowned, not liking the idea of ending the weekend early. Or going to sleep without her next to you.

“Seriously, love,” she said, seeing the look on your face. “I’ll see you tomorrow, OK?”

“Alright,” you sighed, and let her kiss you for a long minute.

You walked Gemma to the door and kissed her again on her way out, making her promise to text when she got back to her place.

Then you looked around the apartment and shook your head with a little sigh. Sabrina was a lot of things, but she wasn’t tidy. So you went to work, quickly cleaning the living room and kitchen, and then you laid out the light dinner on the coffee table, and set up her laptop, and got a blanket from where it was stashed under a side table and got it ready.

Inside her room, Sabrina hadn’t fallen asleep. She was just laying there on her side under the covers, frowning to herself. You went to her and knelt down next to the bed, brushing the hair out of her face and leaning in to kiss her forehead.

“Gemma’s gone,” you said quietly.

“Did you fuck her ass again before she left?” Sabrina asked petulantly.

“Sabrina,” you said, surprised and stern.

She softened immediately, looking guilty. “Sorry. That bitchy of me.”

“Come here,” you said and pulled the covers off of her. She had panties on but that was it. You picked her up in a cradle carry and brought her out into the living room area, sitting down on the couch with her in your lap and pulling the blanket over you both.

“Castle and Sandwiches?” she asked.

You nodded and kissed her.

“I can’t eat with me bundled up like this,” she pointed out.

“That’s what this arm is for,” you said, wiggling your hand that wasn’t under the blanket. Then you picked up a chip and lifted it to her lips.

She looked at and pursed her lips, then opened her mouth and let her feed it to her. She chewed quickly and then rested her head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“For what?” you asked.

“Not being able to do it,” she sighed.

“Well, I’m sorry,” you said.

She frowned, her brow crinkling. “For what?”

“For making you ever think you needed to,” you said.

“You didn’t,” she said, raising her face to look at you fully and pouting her lips.

“Then why do you think it matters to me?” you asked. “I mean, sure it would be nice. But so would a lot of things. I don’t need to fuck your cute little butt, Sabrina. I do need you.”

She rolled her lips in and smiled, looking a lot younger than she was for a moment, before resting her head on your shoulder. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I know,” you said. “I love you too.”

And you reached over and pressed play on the show, and Nathan Fillion filled the screen. Eventually you both figured out that feeding her the sandwich would be more mess than it was worth and you lost the blanket, and then your clothes joined it, as did her panties.

You were eating an early dinner, and six episodes of Castle later you were both sprawled on the couch, naked and slowly massaging each other's feet.

“Did I mention that I love you?” she asked, smiling happily and then taking your big toe and putting it between her teeth playfully.

“You did. Did I mention that I love you?”

“You did,” she smiled.

Chapter 193

“Well, well,” Becks said as you walked into the office right behind Sabrina, having opened the door for her. “Someone is looking spiffy.”

“She always looks spiffy,” you smirked.

“She’s talking about you, dummy,” Sabrina smirked, giving you a nudge with her elbow.

“I know, dummy,” you chuckled, nudging her back.

“So I’m guessing you guys had a good weekend?” Becks asked.

“Mhmm,” Sabrina nodded. “Almost perfect.”

“Almost?” Becks raised an eyebrow.

Sabrina hesitated and then shrugged. “Almost.”

“Well, I hope your week starts just as well,” she said. “Gemma isn’t in yet. She hasn’t forgotten my coffee, has she?”

“Haven’t seen her yet, but I’m sure she’s on her way,” you said. “As for the start of the week… well, let’s just say I probably have an email in my inbox that will determine that.”

Becks levelled a ‘what did you do?’ look at you and Sabrina, so you put off going up into the office for another couple of minutes to tell her about the ‘performance reviews’ that Joy had played at on Friday.

“Well, shit,” she sighed once you’d finished the story. “I dunno what to tell you guys on this one, she never pulled this kind of crap before that I can remember. Or at least that she told me about. What are you going to do?”

“Well, hopefully Garrison believes us,” you said.

“And if not, we’re not really sure,” Sabrina said. “We’re going to need to figure it out as we go. If we come back down here before lunch, we’ve probably been fired.”

“And who’s going to get me my morning coffee if that happens?” Becks asked with a commiserating smile.

“Joy,” you guessed. “She’d be the only intern left.”

“Fat chance of that,” Becks sighed. “She never did the coffee run even in her first year.”

You and Sabrina left Becks to her work and piled into the elevator, and this time you didn’t flirt or kiss or anything. You’d discussed your realization last week that there might be cameras in there, so it was all business.

Up on the floor you stepped out and weren’t immediately met with security, so that was a good sign. You were both also the first ones in the conference room, so you opened your laptops and checked your emails.

“I’ve got nothing,” you said.

“Me neither,” Sabrina frowned. “Maybe he didn’t check his emails over the weekend?”

“Maybe,” you said. “But, I mean, he’s a partnered lawyer at a good firm, he’d have to at least check his emails, right?”

The two of you settled in, waiting to see what would happen. Eric was the next person to arrive, and he didn’t have an email either. Then Gemma showed up with a cardboard box. You immediately got up to help her with it.

“Thanks,” she smiled and touched your fingers as you both moved the box onto the table.

“No problem,” you smiled. “Good morning.” You tried your best to add a silent ‘beautiful’ to the end of that with your eyes.

“Good morning,” she replied, smiling wide. Maybe she’d gotten the message. Then she turned to the box and unfolded the top, pulling out five extra large takeout cups. “Drinks for everyone, and doughnuts and croissants.”

“Pushing some buttons?” Sabrina asked.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Gemma said, putting on an obviously innocent voice. “I just wanted to treat my fellow lowly interns to a treat at the start of the week.”

There were more drinks in the box which she took out and went to deliver to the various offices. Associates were already in, but you had no idea about the partners since their offices were at the other end of the floor and on the floor up.

Gemma was back well before Andy, let alone Joy, so she checked her emails and had nothing either. “He wasn’t in yet, though,” she said.

“Well, I guess we just work and wait,” you said.

And that’s what you did. You left a doughnut, croissant and Andy’s drink neatly on a napkin at his spot and then disposed of the box Gemma had carried everything in, but each of you made a point of leaving your own crum-covered napkins and drinks out in full view.

At 9:30am you went to check if Garrisson was in and you saw his light on from down the hall, so you steeled yourself and went down to see him. You knocked on his door and it looked like he’d been in for at least a couple of minutes and was already sipping on his coffee.

“John, please don’t tell me you got into another brawl this weekend with some internet rapper or whatever,” he said, looking up from his computer with a pleasant, teasing look.

“Uh, no, sir. Nothing like that,” you said. “How was your weekend?”

“Shitty!” he laughed. “But that’s what happens when you end up working all weekend. I’ll be honest, kid. It’s easy to slip into bad habits when there’s always more work to do. Don’t let that be you, huh?”

“Oh, well, I’m sorry to hear that, sir,” you said. “But then, did you see our email?”

“What do you mean?” Garrison asked.

“We sent you an email on Friday afternoon,” you said. “All of us interns - well, most of us. It was about the ‘performance reviews’ that Joy tried to put us through.”

He blinked, and then frowned. “I didn’t get an email like that,” he said. “I don’t like the sound of that either. Are you sure you sent it?”

“98%? I sent it to you, and CC’d the others. They all read it and signed on,” you said.

He clicked on his own laptop for a few minutes, his frown deepening. “I’m not seeing it here.”

“Sir, I know I sent that email. Everyone watched me do it,” you said.

Garrison actually cracked his knuckles and then stood. “Let’s head down there and take a look, make sure it’s not sitting in your drafts folder or something, hmm?”

You felt like you were being walked to the principal’s office as he escorted you back down to the conference room. The others, including Andy thank God, looked up as you entered followed by Garrison.

“Morning folks,” he said, but didn’t continue.

You went around to your spot and opened your laptop, and he hovered over you as you clicked through to your Sent folder and saw that the email wasn’t there. And then you clicked your drafts and it wasn’t there. You even clicked your Deleted folder and it wasn’t there.

“Hey, guys,” you said. “Do any of you have the CC copies of the email?”

All of them quickly checked and started shaking their heads.

“What the frick?” Gemma muttered, her frown deepening. Then she looked up to Garrison. “Sir, I swear that John is telling you the truth. I know I got the CC’d copy when he sent it on Friday afternoon.”

Garrison had just started to speak when Mrs Bellagamba showed up at the door followed by one of the HR workers. “Oh, Terry,” she said in surprise. “Well, I guess it’s good you’re here. Interns, we have a serious issue we need to discuss.”

“Actually,” Garrison said. “I think you and I have something to discuss first.”