OnlyFans Girl: Chapter 51-100 (Compiled) (Patreon)

The following story compiles chapters of The OnlyFans Girl, originally written for CHYOA and sponsored by Aurelian15. The OnlyFans Girl is a ‘metastory’ over there created by Aurelian15 and the following story is my spin on his original concept. All versions of the story feature an intern discovering a fellow intern does OnlyFans - this version was unofficially dubbed the ‘friendly version’ and quickly developed into a complicated, hot romance.

This is the story of John, Sabrina, and Gemma.

Chapter 51

Gemma ended up ordering the Uber this time, and the car that showed up was a smaller hybrid thing so you ended up taking the front seat while Gemma and Sabrina took the back seat. The driver, a Pakistani guy, tried to make some small talk with you and you halfheartedly went along with it while you could hear Sabrina and Gemma whispering and tapping on their phones in the back seat.

It wasn’t too long a ride before the driver pulled up at the corner of one of the big entertainment streets downtown, and you all piled out.

“Come on,” Gemma said, grabbing your hand. “I know where we should eat.”

Sabrina slid in next to you, looping her arm through yours, and the three of you set off. It was… well, it was a little surreal, walking down the sidewalk in broad daylight, holding your maybe-soon-girlfriend’s hand while also arm-in-arm with your fuck buddy. And other than a couple of annoyed people glaring as they had to move out of your way, no one seemed to care.

Well, no one knew what the situation was either. But still, you had to wonder, how many times had you walked by a small group of people not realizing the weird or offbeat relationship between them?

Gemma led the three of you to a hole-in-the-wall sort of place, crammed between a Popeye’s and another restaurant. Inside was a sports bar-looking area to the left, a fancier-looking dining room on the right, and a pretty hostess dressed all in black. “Hey,” she chirped, giving the three of you a smile. “How many in your party?”

“Three,” Gemma said, not letting go of your hand. “Could we get one of the tables on the bar side?”

“Sure,” she nodded and collected three menus for you.

The bar was busier since it was happy hour after work, so you assumed Gemma wanted to try and blend in a bit. The thing was, Sabrina also wasn’t releasing your arm, standing and smiling next to you with a twinkle in her eye.

As the hostess led you to an empty table, you noticed multiple sets of eyes following you. Actually, they were following the girls, and trying to judge you. Gemma was still wearing her conservative business pantsuit, shirt buttoned to the collar, but there was no hiding her beautiful face or luscious platinum blonde hair - or her ass, for that matter. And Sabrina was just Sabrina as usual, just slightly less severe in her business dress and still slim and flirty.

“Here you go,” the hostess said, bringing you to a round, freestanding table with a good view of the bar and multiple big-screen TVs playing sports channels.

“Actually, can we have that booth?” Sabrina asked.

“Oh, sure,” the hostess nodded, bringing you over and quickly transferring the cutlery.

You ended up sitting on one side of the booth with Gemma, while Sabrina sat across from you. Part of you wanted to sit between them or have them both across from you, but that might have looked strange.

“I’m having flashbacks to Monday,” Sabrina smirked.

“I was just thinking about that video,” Gemma laughed.

“I don’t think we’re going to get away with anything like that here,” you said. “It’s way too busy. And half the room is checking you girls out.”

“Good,” Sabrina said. “They can be jealous of our boy toy.”

Gemma snickered. “I like that. What do you think, John? Are you our boy toy?”

“I think Rule One says that I’m your boyfriend,” you said, lifting her hand and kissing it. She hadn’t let go of yours even after sitting down. “And the extra-dirty-minded one across from us is our fuck-friend.”

“Your friend-with-benefits,” Gemma corrected.

“Speaking of which,” Sabrina said. “Girl, as your friend-sharing-your-boyfriend, and to give our man some benefits…” She leaned over the table and undid a couple of buttons on Gemma’s blouse, then one more, and then reached for another.

“That’s enough,” Gemma giggled, slapping Sabrina’s arm away. “I don’t need half my tits showing to the entire bar.” She shifted, getting herself comfortable, now showing a generous amount of cleavage without flashing her bra.

“Whatever you wear, you’re damn sexy,” you said. “But I definitely prefer you like this.”

Gemma blushed. “Thanks,” she said, giving you a smile. “But what about-”

“Hey, y’all,” your waitress said, approaching your table with a notepad out. “You want t’ start with some drinks?”

The three of you ordered; you a beer, Sabrina a cider and Gemma another of those blackberry Brambles she liked.

“We’re going dutch, by the way,” Gemma said once the waitress left. “This isn’t a date, and we’re not trying to make you go bankrupt.”

“Thanks,” you grinned, not bothering to note that you hadn’t considered that, and now wondered what your reaction would have been if the girls had both expected you to pay for them. Your wallet would have started hurting quickly if seeing them both would have been like that.

“Now,” Gemma said, turning to Sabrina. “As I was saying, if I’m getting more relaxed, what about you?”

Sabrina smirked and shrugged. “I don’t have the same assets as you, but I assure you I’m relaxed.”

Gemma shot her a raised eyebrow.

“Here, give me your foot,” Sabrina said. You were in a darker back corner of the bar, so you didn’t think anyone would see anything under the shadow of the table, but you could only hope you were right.

You assumed Gemma followed Sabrina’s request, raising her foot under the table, and the girls watched each other. There was a light thunk under the table, Sabrina having taken off Gemma’s shoe and letting it drop to the floor.

Then Gemma’s other eyebrow raised, and Sabrina shifted lower in her seat a bit, then Gemma gasped and Sabrina giggled and you could tell Gemma pulled her foot away. “Oh my God,” she said. “She just put my foot on her bare pussy. Where are your panties?”

Sabrina sat back up, a little smirk on her face. “In his other pocket,” she said.

“I can’t believe you’re going commando in a skirt,” Gemma said. “I couldn’t do that, even in a tight pencil like you’re wearing.”

“Well, I usually don't,” Sabrina said. “But it’s fun, and I bet John is hard as fuck.”

Gemma let go of your hand and placed hers on your crotch, rubbing your hard cock and getting a feel.

“Yeah, but can you blame me?” you asked.

“No,” Sabrina said.

“No,” Gemma agreed, squeezing you a little harder, then letting go and bringing her hand back above the edge of the table.

The waitress came back with your drinks and took your food orders. The three of you talked, trading stories about university life. Gemma told Sabrina about her ex, and Sabrina told you both more about her own though it hadn’t ever progressed as far as Gemma’s relationship had. The food came, and you all dug in. Gemma ordered a cider like Sabrina’s when she finished her cocktail, and Sabrina got a second. You swapped to a lighter beer.

And through it all, the girls teased you. Gemma would touch your arm frequently, or tease her fingers over your hand, or drop hers to your lap - sometimes just onto your thigh, or sometimes copping a quick feel. She would bite her lip as you talked to her, and a few times fanned the front of her blouse as if she were cooling herself down, but always the side further from you so that she was flashing you more of her boob and glimpses of her white, lace-covered bra.

Sabrina, meanwhile, also didn’t let up on you. Her foot travelled. She would wrap it around your ankle, or rub your calf, or thigh. A few times she even slid her toes all the way up to press against your hard cock. Gemma even caught her once when she went to grope you at the same time. Both girls froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

“Are y’all interested in dessert, or more drinks?” the waitress asked you when you had all finished your dinners.

“Mm, I’ve got some dessert back at mine,” Sabrina said, looking at both of you. “We’ll just get the checks - separate please.”

“Sure,” the waitress nodded.

Gemma didn’t say anything to deny she was coming to Sabrina’s, and that was going to make it hard for you to get out of this restaurant without popping a seam on your pants, you were so hard.

Chapter 52

Unlike you and Gemma with your roommates, Sabrina had locked down a small apartment with a single room on a summer sublease. She paid for the Uber this time, and you were once again stuck in the front seat as the girls whispered and tapped on their phones in the back. When you all pulled up in front of the apartment building you sort of just got out without saying anything, Sabrina keyed the three of you in through the lobby and you all piled into the elevator.

Sabrina’s apartment was up on the twenty-third floor, and by the time the elevator was rolling past the third floor you were already getting antsy.

“So…” you said.

“Not me,” Gemma said, biting her bottom lip. “Not tonight. You two hooked up first, and I don’t want to hook up before I decide if we’re dating or not. I’m just here to… watch.”

“You’re OK with that?” you asked Sabrina.

“I think it’s kinda hot,” Sabrina shrugged and turned to Gemma. “You can even play Madame Director if you want. Tell us what you want to see.”

“Maybe,” Gemma said, and you could tell she sort of liked the idea.

“Well, in that case,” you said, and then closed the distance between you and Sabrina and wrapped your arms around her. She went up on her tiptoes in her entirely sensible work flats and met you in a kiss, your tongues quickly getting involved.

The elevator dinged, and Gemma coughed. “Not there yet.”

You and Sabrina quickly separated as the doors opened on the fourteenth floor, standing and trying to look innocent. A guy in what looked like silk pyjamas, wearing big mirrored sunglasses and sporting a mass of a curly perm on his head, sauntered into the elevator followed by a black woman wearing a skin-tight dress. She was beautiful, with blonde braids running down her back to her firm ass, and wearing staggeringly tall heels with straps that ran up her sculpted calves almost to her knees.

They took spots across the elevator from you, Gemma and Sabrina, the guy reaching over and pressing the button for the thirtieth floor.

The doors slid shut, and for a long moment it was super awkward in the elevator. Then the black woman leaned over and down and whispered something into the guy’s ear. He smirked and nodded, and she turned to you three with a smile. “You three are pretty hot. We’re going to a swinger party in the building, you want to come with?”

Gemma almost choked as she coughed, and Sabrina started patting her back.

“Uh, no thanks,” you said. “We’re just heading up for our first threesome.”

“Nice,” the dude said, grinning beneath those shades and offering you a fist bump.

“John!” Gemma said, slapping your shoulder once she’d caught her breath.

“What?” you asked. “It’s not not true.”

Sabrina just chuckled quietly, and then the elevator dinged as you reached Sabrina’s floor.

“Have fun, kids,” the black woman said. “And don’t forget the first rule of group sex - don’t tunnel vision. And use lube!”

“Thanks,” Gemma said, somewhere between shocked and fascinated.

The three of you exited the elevator, and the man turned and started kissing the black woman’s chest as the elevator doors closed. You could hear her deep, sultry laugh echo for a moment longer as the elevator started moving.

“What are the chances?” Gemma asked.

“Well, I don’t know about you two,” Sabrina said, “But now I’m a lot more curious about my neighbours.”

“Rule number three, Sabrina,” Gemma reminded her.

“Oh, I know, I know,” Sabrina said. “Plus, I’m pretty sure based on our fun earlier, this mouth of mine belongs to… Daddy.”

You rolled your eyes and reached over and spanked Sabrina. She yelped and jumped, which set Gemma to laughing, and turned back to you with her mouth agape.

“Call me Daddy, get treated like a brat,” you said. “And if you want me to fill that mouth properly, I think we need to get into your apartment.”

She clicked her mouth shut and then smirked. “Yes, Daddy.” Then she turned and presented her ass to you, leaning forward slightly.

“Well, you walked right into that one,” Gemma laughed.

You rolled your eyes again and spanked Sabrina’s ass a second time, right in the middle of the hallway. This time she giggled and stood, walking down the hall as she looked back over her shoulder at you, biting the corner of her lip and making ‘fuck me’ eyes.

With Sabrina leading, you and Gemma followed and you reached down and took Gemma’s hand in yours. At Sabrina’s door, while she fished out her keys from her purse and started unlocking the apartment, you turned and faced Gemma and took her other hand in yours as well. She was looking up into your eyes.

“This is a way different than normal,” you said. “Or last night. Are you sure you want to do this, like this?”

Gemma didn’t hesitate so much as seriously take in what you were asking, consider it, and then nod. “Tonight is about you and Sabrina,” she said. “I’m just here so I don’t have massive blue balls.”

“That’s not an answer,” you said. Sabrina had the door open and was leaning in the doorway, her cheek pressed to the nearest door jam as she watched you and listened. “Are you sure this is the kind of relationship you want with me, and with Sabrina? Because you’re going to be in the room.”

“John, we’re going into that apartment, and I’m going to watch my two friends fuck. I’m going to watch the hottest, realest live porn show, and my cunt is already wet just imagining it,” Gemma said. “I didn’t even know I wanted something like this until we were at the clinic and they told me how long the results would take. I’m good with this. Very good.”

You leaned down and kissed her, and she kissed you back and slipped you some tongue as she put her hands on your hips and pulled you close enough that her chest was pressed against yours.

She was the one who ended the kiss, staying close and looking into your eyes as she whispered against your lips. “Now, let’s get in there so you can fuck that little slut like the horny bitch in heat she is.”

“Look, I can’t help it,” Sabrina chuckled. “I haven’t been able to get his cock off of my mind since I got a feel of it in the restaurant on Monday.”

You took in a breath and stepped back from Gemma, nodding as you exhaled. “Alright. Let’s fuck.”

“Finally!” Sabrina said, throwing the door wide open and heading into her apartment, already starting to pull off her clothes.

You followed her, Gemma following you with her hand in yours.

Chapter 53

The apartment was small - a kitchenette to the left of the entryway, with a living room immediately in front. There was a glass sliding door leading out onto the decently sized balcony Sabrina had called you from on Monday night. A door on the right wall of the living room led into a bedroom.

Sabrina was already practically naked by the time you and Gemma had kicked off your shoes.

“Impatient, much?” Gemma laughed.

“Yes!” Sabrina said. She was wearing a bra that matched the thong she had stuffed into your pocket, though it didn’t look like it was meant to give much support as the thin lace cupped her small breasts. She still had that little exclamation point trimmed into her pubic hair on her mound, and she was shifting her weight from hip to hip. “I haven’t had sex in almost a year, and John was good with his tongue but I’ve had that cock in my mouth four times now and my engine is fucking rumbling.”

“Guess you better get naked then,” Gemma smirked, slapping you on the ass.

You stepped into the living room fully, picking up Sabrina by the waist and raising her to kiss you. She wrapped her arms around your neck and her thin legs around your waist, hugging you tight as she thrust her tongue into your mouth. “Mmm,” she hummed, then broke away and looked over your shoulder. “He tastes like strawberry. Lip Gloss?”

“Oops,” Gemma said.

“No, I like it,” Sabrina laughed, then kissed you again.

You were holding her by her bare ass, palming her pert little cheeks and kneading them, and she started humping her hips at you.

“God, you are a horny little bitch, aren’t you?” you laughed.

“If I don’t get your cock soon, I’m going to tie you to a chair and make Gemma take care of me with a dildo while you’re forced to watch and can’t jerk off,” she said, playfully growling and taking the tip of your nose between her teeth.

“Out here on the couch, or in the bedroom?” you asked.

“Don’t want to mess my sheets and have to wash them,” she said. “Fuck me unconscious and tuck me in after.”

“Fuck, that sounds hot,” Gemma said.

You glanced back at her and found that she’d sat down on the chair close to the couch. She’d already taken off her pantsuit jacket, leaving her in her blouse with the buttons still undone and showing cleavage. She was watching you and Sabrina, leaning forward in the seat.

“Out here it is,” you said, and carried Sabrina over to the couch and set her down, before standing with your crotch near her face. “If you want it so bad, take it out.”

“Gladly,” she smirked and started working on your pants as you began unbuttoning your shirt. She got your cock out of the hole in your briefs and through the zipper quickly, not even bothering to take your pants off. You were already hard, and Sabrina immediately took your cockhead into her mouth as she looked up at you with her big eyes.

“Fuuuck,” you groaned.

“Hmmhmmhmm,” she laughed happily as she slid more of your cock into her mouth.

You got your shirt off, tossed it to the side, and started working on your belt.

“How is it?” Gemma asked. “Is it really as nice as it looks?”

Sabrina came off of your cock with a gasp and immediately started stroking it with one hand as she turned to Gemma. “It really is,” she said. “Nice and fat, but not a monster that would hurt your jaw or something. And he’s long enough to reach back and fuck my throat, but not in an uncomfortable way.”

“You can deepthroat him?” Gemma asked. “Fuck, I’ve never done that.”

“I’ll teach you how sometime,” Sabrina said. “I’ve never done it on a real cock before him, but I practised on a couple of my dildos while watching porn before.”

“Excuse me,” you said. You’d gotten your belt undone and your pants dropped to the floor. “While I think it would be very hot to be your educational tool for that lesson, I think that mouth should be busy right now.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” she said with a smirk and then started sucking you off again.

“Oh, you naughty brat,” you said. You wrapped your fingers in her hair and pulled her in, forcing your way deeper into her mouth and then she swallowed you into her throat, nose pressed to your briefs. “There,” you said, turning to look at Gemma. “Deepthroat.”

Gemma licked her lips and nodded.

“Anyone ever tell you that you somehow get even hotter, the more flushed you get?” you asked Gemma.

“What?” she asked. “No. Is that a thing?”

“It is with you,” you said. “You’re always gorgeous, Gemma, but you get this look in your eyes that just makes my stomach do flips.”

“You sure that’s not your fat cock in Sabrina’s throat?”

You pulled Sabrina off your cock fully, and she came up panting sloppily but grinning with her mouth still open. You looked back to Gemma. “Nope, the stomach flips are all you. The ball-aching desire to blow my first load all over her face is her.”

“Oh, baby, your balls are aching?” Sabrina crooned. “Let me help with that.” Her thin fingers quickly went into the hole of your briefs and scooped out your sack, and she ducked down and started nursing on your balls noisily as your slimy, spittle-covered cock rested across her face.

Chapter 54

“Holy mother-” you gasped, your knees going weak for a second as Sabrina went to work, sucking and slurping on your balls.

“Never had that done before?” Gemma asked you.

“No,” you grunted, looking down at Sabrina as she smiled up at you from beneath your cock.

“I’ve never done it either,” Gemma said. “But now I want to. Rub your cock all over her face.”

You did, and Sabrina let you. Her spit started to cover her face as you shifted your weight and hips, flopping your cock against her cheeks and forehead as you groaned and Sabrina worked her tongue and lips around your balls.

“She’s such a cock-hungry whore,” Gemma murmured. She was sitting back in her chair now, a couple more buttons were undone on her shirt and one hand inside, cupping one of her tits.

“You’re not much better,” Sabrina said, detaching from your balls with a final lick. “But also yes.” She took you back in her mouth.

“Bitch,” Gemma laughed.

You took Sabrina’s hair in hand again, and she gladly let you start slow-thrusting into her throat again.

“Hold on, I want to see how far in you go,” Gemma said. “Flip her onto her back on the couch so her head is hanging off the side.”

“Oh, I think I know what you’re saying,” you said. You pulled away and Sabrina pouted at losing you from her mouth, making you laugh. “Come on, brat. Assume the position Gemma wants.”

“Fine,” she said, and rolled around on the couch until she was on her back, her ass pressed into the back of the seat and legs hooked up the back, and her head hanging off the front. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, all upside down.

You crouched down and kissed her, not caring that her face was slimy with spit or that you were the right way up while she was upside down.

“Mmm, spider-man kiss,” Sabrina laughed, which set you and Gemma off as well.

“You’re such a geek,” Gemma said.

“Takes one to know one, Miss Manga-Reader,” Sabrina said.

“I can’t deny it,” Gemma said. She’d undone and untucked her shirt now and was cupping her big tits in her hands over her bra. “Now shut her up, John, and fuck her face.”

“Yeah, fuck my face,” Sabrina said with a smile. “Make sure I don’t forget that you own my bratty little mouth, Daddy.”

“I swear, I’m literally going to spank you hard enough that you can’t sit down the next day at work,” you growled. “Stop with the Daddy talk.”

“OK, sorry, baby,” Sabrina said, a little mollified. “I pushed it too far.”

“It’s alright,” you said, exhaling.

“Can I make it up to you?” Sabrina asked.

You slid your cock into her mouth. “You don’t need to,” you said. “But I appreciate the thought.”

It took a couple of shifts in positioning and Sabrina sliding a bit lower on the couch to get the right angle. Soon enough you were sliding slow thrusts into her mouth, treating her throat like a tight, constricting pussy. You reached forward and pulled her bra up off of her tits and palmed them firmly, feeling her nipples slip between your fingers as you squeezed and they firmed up the last little bit they could.

“Mmmm, mmm,” she gargled around your cock, rubbing her legs together.

“Hold on, let me see this closer,” Gemma said. She stood up from her seat and came over to stand right next to you. You leaned back a little to give her a better look at Sabrina’s throat, releasing your hold on her tits as you slid your cock in as far as you could, feeling Sabrina’s nose against your wet balls.

Sabrina was laid out before you and Gemma. Her chin, and elegantly thin neck now slightly bulging with your cock inside it. Her chest was a little flushed, and her bare tits thrust towards the ceiling with her nipples standing proud. The two of you could see her taut stomach, and her skinny waist with her cute little belly button, all the way down to her fuzzy mound partially hidden by her thighs pressed and rubbing together.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” Gemma said. She’d abandoned her shirt entirely, standing next to you in her bra - fancy but functional, holding up and pressing her tits to her chest a bit. Not a pushup bra so much as a cross between lingerie and an athletic bra. She was still in her pantsuit pants, but her stomach was bare, showing she was fit, but not nearly as skinny as Sabrina. She had a softness to her stomach that fit her more voluptuous build.

“Hold on,” she said. “I just want to feel…” She reached down and put her hand on Sabrina’s bare throat, and you pulled out and thrust in again a little bit. “That’s so weird and hot,” she said.

“Huurk hurr,” Sabrina tried to say around your cock.

You pulled out of her throat, and she sucked in a breath. “What was that?”

“Choke me,” Sabrina said once she’d taken in a couple of deep breaths. “While he’s in my throat. I’ve always wanted to be choked during sex, but I knew my last boyfriend wouldn’t be into it.”

“Are you sure?” Gemma asked. “I wasn’t-”

“Do it,” Sabrina said, certain, and then she stuck her tongue out again and fished her mouth around until she caught your cock between her lips again.

You shrugged at Gemma and slid back into Sabrina’s mouth a couple of times, not pushing into her throat yet. “Choke her, I guess.”

Gemma reached down and squeezed Sabrina’s neck, and you pushed deeper.

“Fuck, I can feel it,” you groaned.

“So can I, it’s so fucking weird,” Gemma said.

“Herrmheerrgarrruughh,” Sabrina garbled wordlessly, your cock in her throat as she was choked by a beautiful topless Australian girl.

What even is my life right now?

Chapter 55

You were thrusting firmer now. Faster. Your balls were tapping against Sabrina’s nose over and over as your cockhead remained in her throat. Gemma was squeezing her neck firmly, and you could feel the additional tightness.

“Fuck, it’s so good,” you groaned. You leaned forward and grabbed Sabrina’s small tits again, pinching her nipples between your thumb and forefingers, thrusting into her throat just a little bit more insistently. At the same time, you leaned your lips forward and kissed Gemma’s bare stomach.

“Stop,” she said, though she leaned into you. “This isn’t a threesome.”

“I know, I just can’t resist you,” you shrugged.

She smirked, knowing how much of a line that sounded like but still appreciating it.

Sabrina tapped your leg with her hand, and you pulled out and Gemma pulled her hand from her throat.

While she gasped for breath, coughing a little bit, you rubbed your cock on her face again, smearing her makeup with the amount of spittle she’d left on you.

“Harder,” she gasped, still fighting for breath but not wanting to wait.

“Cock or choking?” you asked.

“Yes,” she coughed, then grinned, and then fished your dick back into her mouth and awkwardly bobbed on it a few times.

“I guess we go harder,” you shrugged.

Gemma took Sabrina’s throat in her hand again and really squeezed, and you pushed your way back into her throat and started thrusting hard, your nuts now bouncing off of her nose with every thrust.

“Hnnnnnnng,” Sabrina keened somewhere in her chest.

You shifted your stance again, shortening your stroke a bit and not achieving maximum depth, but it let you lean forward enough to slap her thighs apart. Sabrina acquiesced, spreading her skinny thighs, and you immediately cupped her pussy and tapped two fingers against her clit firmly. She mumbled a shriek, vibrating her throat around your dick even as it got squeezed by Gemma.

“Fuck, you fucking-” you groaned. You tapped her again, firmer, and then really rubbed down on her clit side to side as your palm pressed against her pubic mound. She was wet as hell.

The keening rose in pitch, and Sabrina’s body seized up, her legs tensing together and trapping your hand on her pussy, and every muscle in her throat constricting at once.

Gemma didn’t let go as Sabrina came with your cock in her throat, but you did stop thrusting for fear of actually breaking her while she was like this.

As soon as she relaxed she tried to breathe, and you pulled out just as she started to gag, and Gemma pulled her hand away.

“Fuuck,” you groaned, wrapping your hand around your cock and pumping it quickly. “Gonna come.”

Gemma slapped your hand away and shifted, standing behind you and leaning down over you, taking your cock in her hand and pumping you herself. Her bra-clad tits were pressed into her back as she looked over your shoulder and spoke into your ear. “That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever done. You’re such a fucking sex goddess, Sabrina. Fuck. And John, that was so fucking hot. You stretched out her throat and knew just when to beat her little clit up a little. God, I can’t wait for my turn on Friday. Now fucking unload on her. Cover this slut. Mark her as yours. As ours. Sabrina is our sex goddess. Our slutty little friend with benefits.”

“Do it,” Sabrina said, looking up at you from below your cock having caught her breath. “Do it, baby.” She raised her lips and took your balls back into her mouth, sucking on you as Gemma kept stroking you off as fast as she could.

“Ffuuuuuck,” you groaned, feeling your body tensing and your nuts trying to pull up into your body even while Sabrina was teasing them back with her sucking.

You unleashed, spouting your first jet of cum down Sabrina’s body and landing on her hip and thigh. The next one landed near her belly button, and then the next actually in it. The final two had less power behind them and splattered between her little tits.

Gemma slowed her handjob and let you lean back against her as you panted for breath. You ended up pulling back from Sabrina and sitting down on your ass, Gemma sitting behind you and hugging your chest, bra-clad tits still against your back as she rested her chin on your shoulder. Sabrina rotated on the couch, laying down its length as she blew out a long breath and blinked at the ceiling, then rolled onto her side and looked at you both.

“OK. I don’t know how I can ever give a better blowjob than that,” she said. “Fuck.”

“Sabrina,” you said. “That was-”

“Just round one,” she filled in for you. She raised a finger. “You’re getting a five-minute break, and then I’m getting you hard again because I am literally aching for that fat cock of yours to stretch me out. OK?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you chuckled.

“As you were then, soldier,” she laughed. She swung her legs over the side of the couch, sitting up. “H’OK. I need water, and to wipe my face. And my body, haha. You really unloaded on me.”

“You bring out the best in me,” you said. “Did that scratch the choking itch?”

“And I didn’t squeeze too hard at the end, did I?” Gemma asked.

Sabrina stood, stretching her arms and then rolling her neck. “Actually, you could have maybe gone a little harder, I think? I don’t know. I don’t think that was my limit, but I also don’t want finger bruises on my neck for obvious reasons.” As she slipped past you and Gemma towards the kitchenette you reached out and pinched her bum. She flinched and shot you a dirty look, making you and Gemma laugh.

You turned and kissed Gemma on the corner of her mouth, and she tilted a little to kiss you more. “This still isn’t a threesome,” she said.

“I know,” you said. “But I’m excited for Friday.”

“Me, too,” she said and reached down into your lap and wrapped her fingers around your half-hard dick. “But you owe Sabrina a pounding now.”

You kissed Gemma again as she stroked your slick and slimy cock.

“You two aren’t getting started without me, are you?” Sabrina asked, coming back out of the kitchenette with a glass of water. She’d already wiped the cum from her body.

“Just making sure he gets nice and hard for you,” Gemma said. “You ready for your dicking?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Sabrina said and bit her lip as she put the glass of water down on the side table beside the couch. “How do you want me?”

“No, no,” you said. “Gemma can tell us what to do after. I’m choosing the first time, and I choose to make you choose. It’s either missionary or cowgirl. There’s no way I’m not looking into your eyes and kissing you while I take your pussy for the first time.”

“Take it and make it his,” Gemma smirked.

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Sabrina glanced down at your cock, and then licked her upper lip as she made her decision. “Cowgirl,” she said. “I want you to finish off this time by absolutely pounding the ever-loving fuck out of me, so cowgirl to start.”

You stood from where you’d been sitting on the floor of the apartment with Gemma and helped the blonde up as well. One last kiss with her, firm but short, and she grinned and nodded.

“Alright, cowgirl,” you said, and sat down on the couch right where Sabrina had been upside down and getting face fucked not five minutes earlier. “Come here.”

Sabrina did, rubbing her pussy with two fingers, before stepping up onto the couch with her feet on either side of your legs, preparing to lower down onto you. This, however, brought her pussy to a deliciously close angle and instead of letting her continue you grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, burying your face into her mound and the gap between her skinny thighs.

“Oh, fuuuuck, John,” she moaned, immediately wrapping her fingers in your hair and holding you close as you buried your tongue inside her wet pussy. “Yes, please, baby. Oh, you’re good with that tongue.”

You nuzzled her clit with your nose, making her body shudder, and she leaned her torso further forward and put one hand on the wall behind you to brace herself as she spread her legs a little more.

Your hands were busy, kneading her firm little ass cheeks, and you could feel her flexing back at your massage.

“God, you make my little hole tingle,” she said. “Your fat tongue feels so good, baby. Fuck, I want more than your tongue though! I’ve been dying to get to that cock. Gemma, is his cock hard? I can’t see it, is he hard from eating me out?”

Gemma, who you couldn’t see considering your vision was full of Sabrina’s pubic mound and stomach, spoke from nearby. “It is. It’s full and rock-hard. And he likes your filthy mouth, you dirty little Benefits slut. Every time you say something naughty, his cock flexes.”

“Oh, fuck that’s hot. Do you like me talking dirty, baby? Do you like it when I tell you how fucking good you run your tongue around my pussy lips? How you’re the best oral I’ve ever, ever gotten? My ex got bored with oral, he didn’t think it was sexy. God, he was an idiot if this is what oral can be like. Unnngh, just suck on my lips, baby. Yes, like that! Fuck, and your tongue- yesss!”

You needed more room to work, so you used one hand to shift Sabrina, lifting her leg over your shoulder and spreading her wider as she braced her foot against the top of the backrest of the couch.

“Oh, fucking hell Daddy!” Sabrina cried out as you drilled your tongue as deep into her as you could, feeling her hole squeeze against your tongue.

In response you spanked her ass without removing your tongue from her, the loud clap breaking her moans.

“Fuck! Sorry, baby,” she said. “I was bad again, wasn’t I?”

Gemma, even closer than before, answered for you. “You were. Do you like being a brat, or does it just come naturally to you?”

“I want to be good,” Sabrina moaned.

“Fuck. I can see him tonguing you,” Gemma said. She was only inches from you now, probably leaning in and looking from up close under Sabrina’s ass. You spread Sabrina’s cheeks, showing Gemma everything. “God, that’s fucking hot. Your holes spread open like that for John. Would you let him fuck your ass if he wanted?”

“Yes,” Sabrina groaned.

“You’d be a buttslut for him, too?” Gemma asked.

“The buttiest, sluttiest buttslut,” Sabrina moaned. It felt like she might yank out some of your hair, she was holding her grip on you so hard.

“But then he’d own every one of your holes,” Gemma said. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes, I want Daddy to own my holes,” Sabrina whispered. “Wait, sorry! I want baby to own- no, that sounds weird. Fuck, John, just own my holes. Fuck, just fuck me, please! I’m losing brain cells here.”

You laughed, pushing Sabrina’s hips away and looking up at her past her little tits. “Get in position, then,” you said.

She quickly squatted, placing her hands on your shoulders to steady herself as she shifted, and your cockhead nuzzled at her pussy lips.

“Kiss me, Sabrina,” you ordered her, and she did, leaning forward and pressing her naked chest to yours as your lips met and her tongue entered your mouth. You could feel her nipples, hard, scraping against your chest.

A hand took your cock and adjusted it, and you realized it must have been Gemma’s since Sabrina’s were resting on your shoulders, her fingers trailing in the hair on the back of your head, and yours were spread on her lower and middle back, feeling the soft slickness of her skin.

Gemma shifted you both slightly, then she spit rudely and you felt it hit the tip of your cock and likely Sabrina’s fuckhole. “There, you’re ready,” Gemma said.

You ended the kiss with Sabrina and pulled your head back, only one or two inches at most. “When you’re ready,” you said.

Sabrina bit her lower lip and nodded, her big eyes wide and meeting yours. She was fucking cute as hell and sexy as fuck. Naked. In your lap.

It had been four days since you found out her secret.

Sabrina’s eyes went up, not quite rolling back but getting close as she sat down on your cock. You could feel her slimy, slick lips spreading, and then her hole clinging as if it wanted to resist your cock entering her but inevitably failing. Then you were in, and Sabrina moaned and whimpered softly as she took you about halfway down, then stopped as it got too tight.

“You are wonderful,” you whispered to her.

“You’re not too shabby yourself,” she smirked but still didn’t look back down.

She rose up slightly, then pushed lower. It took three more repetitions like that until she was fully seated on you. “God, fuck,” she groaned. “That’s good.”

“Is he filling you up?” Gemma asked. You looked over Sabrina’s shoulder and saw that your Australian nearly-girlfriend had stripped off her work pants, now clad only in that fancy but sturdy white bra and nothing else. Her hand was cupping between her legs and she was slowly rubbing herself as she stood about three feet away, watching you and Sabrina.

“Just right,” Sabrina moaned and nodded. “The stretch is- God, it’s perfect.”

“Hmmm,” Gemma moaned, biting her tongue as she watched.

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You leaned forward and kissed Sabrina again, this time driving your tongue into her mouth as you felt her slowly massage your cock with her cunt. She pulled you close, wrapping her arms around your neck, and began grinding her hips forward and backwards, shifting your cock in her but not really thrusting.

She smiled into your lips as you growled a little, both of you knowing she was teasing you.

You took her ass in both hands and slowly lifted her, pulling her pussy off of your cock entirely, then lowered her back down. She gasped when you re-entered her, and moaned all the way down.

“Naughty boy,” she said. “What are you trying to do, make my pussy gape?”

“Oh, it will be by the end of this,” you said. “You wanted me to fuck you unconscious and tuck you into bed after, remember?”

“I did say something like that, didn’t I?” she laughed.

Sabrina took over the movement, bouncing her hips slowly, still getting used to your cock, and you bent your neck down to catch her nipples between your lips. Her chest was small, her rosy pink nipples delightfully pert, and you immediately started sucking on them hard.

“Fuck, yes, John,” Sabrina gasped, speeding up her humping. “Yes, just like that.”

“What’s he doing?” Gemma asked.

“He’s sucking my nipples,” Sabrina said. “He’s doing it just- Ungh - just the way I want a guy to. Maybe even harder? Yes, yes! Like that. And pinch the other one - yes! Fuck, Gemma, do you like your nipples played with hard like this?”

“My tits are pretty sensitive,” Gemma said. “I like it soft, and lots of teasing. But I like it hard near the end. My ex would always forget about my tits when he was close to coming, but that was when I wanted him to really grab them and pinch my nipples hard.”

“John will do that,” Sabrina panted. “God, John, you read me so well. You’ll do that for Gemma too, right?”

“Best I can,” you muttered, releasing her nipple from your lip and raising your mouth to her neck, kissing the base, then up the side and right to the spot under her jaw.

“Oh, John,” Sabrina squeaked, then she tensed as she came. She didn’t even sit down, she paused mid-bounce, your cock only about a third in her as her body stopped working and she clung to you, shuddering lightly. “Huuuuuunguh!” she finally exhaled, and her body loosened and she sat down fully on your cock again.

“That looked like a good one,” Gemma said. You finally got another look at her, and she’d sat down on the coffee table, legs wide and one hand still cupped at her mound as the other braced behind her, keeping her up. Her blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail now, and her chest was flushed.

“It was,” Sabrina groaned in your arms. She lifted her face and kissed you. “How the fuck did you do that?”

“You told me that was your spot,” you said and kissed her there again. She closed her eyes and breathed in as you did it.

“I forgot I said that,” she said. “I don’t usually tell a guy that.”

“Well, now I know for sure,” you said. “And you get to benefit. Anything else you want to tell me?”

“If you tickle my left foot while I’m cumming, I’ll go multiorgasmic,” she said.

“Really?” you asked.

“I dunno, try and we’ll find out,” she smirked.

You shook your head with a wry smile and looked over her shoulder at Gemma. “Well, Miss Director? Anything you want to see?”

“Doggy,” Gemma said. “Sabrina, you get on the floor and rest your arms and head on the couch and spread those legs for our man.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sabrina said, stepping off of you and your cock bobbing wet in the air. “Spreading legs, ma’am.”

You laughed and stood up as well, and Sabrina took up the position. She looked back at you over her shoulder as she braced her knees wide and then humped her bare ass up and down a few times.

“Are you asking for a spanking?” you asked her.

“I’m trying to be a good girl, but getting punished is fun too,” she said.

“How many should I give her?” you asked Gemma.

“Five for now,” Gemma grinned.

“That’s it?” Sabrina asked.

“Fine, each cheek,” Gemma giggled.

“Yes, thank you!” Sabrina said, then faced forward.

“You two do realize how off the wall this is, right?” you asked, making them both laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s fun,” Sabrina said.

“And really hot,” Gemma said.

You just shrugged, not about to question things further, and knelt on the floor behind Sabrina. The first spanking landed lightly, and even though her butt jiggled and then flexed as she clenched in surprise, Sabrina looked back over her shoulder at you. “Do it for real,” she said.

“What do you say?” you asked.

“Please spank me fucking hard, man who owns my holes,” Sabrina said.

“Better,” you said and spanked down on her other cheek harder than the last one. Sabrina gasped and jumped a little, but then preened and stuck her butt out further. You followed up with another one, coming up at her cheeks this time. Over and over you spanked her, her fair skin turning bright pink until you’d sent one last clap through the room with the tenth spanking.

“Feel this,” you said while turning to Gemma and hovering your hand over Sabrina’s butt without touching it.

Gemma came forward and hovered her hand as well. “Shit, it’s warm,” she laughed. “Sabrina, your ass is literally giving off heat right now.”

“Stings so good,” Sabrina mumbled and then sniffed hard as you palmed both of her pink cheeks and lightly massaged them. “Daddy, please fuck me again?”

“Jesus, she either doesn’t learn, or it’s an actual thing with her,” Gemma said, sitting back down on the coffee table.

“Fuck, I- I swear I don’t have a daddy fetish,” Sabrina said, looking over her shoulder at both of you. “I just started and now I can’t stop. I need something else to call you, John.”

“We’ll workshop it,” Gemma chuckled.

“I’ll forgive you this time,” you said, lining up behind Sabrina and pressing your cock back into her slowly.

“Thhaaaaank yooou,” she moaned.

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“God, Sabrina,” you groaned. “Your pussy grips me so fucking well.”

You were sliding into her deep and firm, but slowly. Working your cock through her tight cunt was a pleasure as you held her pert little ass cheeks and she was stretched out in front of you. Her skinny torso was arched nicely, pushing her ass back at you, and her dark brunette hair was loosely tousled around her shoulders as she pressed her head down onto her arms on the couch cushion.

“Oh, fuck, look at that,” Gemma said, standing next to you and looking down at your cock slow-fucking Sabrina. “Damn, girl. Your pussy looks so fucking sexy. Every time he pulls out, it clings on and doesn’t want to let go.”

You pulled out fully, watching as your head came back out of Sabrina’s pussy lips and the hole winked at you for a moment before you pushed back in.

“And I love that sound,” Gemma continued. “You make the cutest little ‘Uh’s every fucking breath. You’re just a little sex pet.”

“Just wait until he’s fucking you,” Sabrina countered, not looking back. “Slow-stroking you as he stretches your Aussie pussy. You’ll be moaning every time too, bitch.”

“I hope so,” Gemma breathed out. She was still fingering herself, hiding her pussy from your view. She put her other hand on your shoulder. “Fuck her harder.”

So you did, speeding up your strokes.

“Fuck! Yes, baby, fuck,” Sabrina groaned. “Take that pussy. Pound it.”

You shifted your grip from her ass to higher up on her waist, feeling her ribs as you pulled her back against you. Every once in a while you would stop thrusting, shoving in as far as you could and pulling her back on you. She would groan pleasantly, and squeeze you.

Soon your fucking was picking up more speed, the slapping of your thighs against her butt growing louder.

“God, you’re a noisy bitch,” Gemma laughed as Sabrina started moaning louder.

“I don’t care,” Sabrina crooned. “So fucking good.”

“Maybe next time we’ll need a ball gag or something,” you joked.

“Or we use her panties. I’d do it now, but she wasn’t wearing them,” Gemma said.

“Fuuuck no, not panties,” Sabrina groaned. “That’s so gross.”

“What if I gave you a choice,” you asked, still fucking her. “Panties or socks?”

“Oh, god,” Sabrina laughed. “Panties, then.”

“What about a toy, though?” Gemma asked. “Would you like a little rubber ball gag to scream into?”

Sabrina nodded, not wanting to answer verbally.

Gemma leaned close and gave you a suggestion, and you took it.

Shifting your stance, you got off your knees and squatted behind Sabrina, leaning down over her and finding just a touch more depth to your thrusts. She immediately started gasping and looked back at you with surprised eyes. The stance was hard fucking work for you, and you were already starting to feel a burn in your legs, but you were able to fuck her so hard and deep you didn’t want to stop.

“Take me,” Sabrina said. “Take me like your bitch. Fucking fuck- fuck!” Sabrina said.

“Talk about losing brain cells,” Gemma chuckled.

“At least I’m smart enough not to waste time not getting fucked,” Sabrina shot back.

“Haven’t you two known each other for several years?” Gemma retorted.

“Never talked until this summer,” Sabrina grunted. “You could have gotten this last night.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” you said. You’d been bracing your hands on either side of Sabrina on the couch seat, but now you reached down and put a hand around her neck. “Shut your mouth and don’t fucking cum until I say you can.”

Sabrina whimpered and nodded, the feel of your fingers on her throat a power trip for you.

You applied pressure and kept fucking her hard and deep. Sabrina’s body tensed, but she fucked back at you even harder than she had been. You eased off the pressure, and felt her throat work, sucking in air, and then applied it again.

“Fuck,” you grunted as you pulled back too far and your cock slipped out of Sabrina’s hot depths and stabbed down across her lips instead.

“I got it,” Gemma said. “Don’t stop choking your little bitch.”

Sabrina growled and whined wordlessly in her chest.

Gemma grabbed your cock and positioned it, her hand so different from a cunt but in a delightful way. “There, go,” she said.

You pushed, feeling the pressure of penetration, but Sabrina tensed under you again and you very quickly realized you were feeling something different. Letting go of Sabrina’s throat, you shifted and looked down to see that your cock head was pressed halfway into Sabrina’s asshole.

“Awwwe, fuuuuck,” Sabrina moaned, quivering beneath you.

“Gemma!” you said. “What the fuck?”

“Oops, wrong hole,” she giggled.

“You can keep going if you want, Daddy,” Sabrina moaned pornographically.

You hesitated, sorely tempted to plunder her ass. “No,” you decided, pulling back out and watching her asshole quickly close. “When we do that, we’re doing it right. Gemma, that wasn’t cool.”

She pouted and looked like she wanted to argue, then looked away for a moment. “I know. She just… got to me with the waiting comment. Sorry, Sabrina.”

“Just get him back in the right hole!” Sabrina said, wagging her ass. “I was getting so close.”

“Get a wet cloth or something,” you told Gemma.

“I don’t care, just fuck me!” Sabrina said.

“Hey,” you said and spanked her hard enough to leave a new pink handprint that slowly began to fade. “If this is my pussy now, I don’t want it getting sick or infected.”

That made Sabrina hesitate her bum-wagging, and as Gemma silently went to the kitchenette she sat up and turned on her knees, turning to press her body against you. “Thank you,” she said and kissed you tenderly. “It would probably be fine, but thank you.”

“Life isn’t porn,” you said quietly, holding her. “And I don’t want to have to take weeks away from fucking you just because we didn’t clean up after ourselves and you’re on antibiotics. Or worse.”

She hugged you, arms around your neck, resting her cheek on your chest.

Gemma came back with a wet cloth, and Sabrina shifted aside to give her room to clean you while Sabrina kept hugging you. Once you were wiped down, Gemma took a breath and nodded. “I am sorry about that, Sabrina. And to you, John. That wasn’t OK.”

“It’s already forgotten,” Sabrina said. “At least until you’re fully participating like this, then I’ll get you back.” She winked.

“Oh, God,” Gemma said, rolling her eyes.

You noticed she didn’t deny that this would happen again.

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“What now?” Sabrina asked.

“You still want my suggestions?” Gemma asked, surprised.

“It’s hot not being in control,” Sabrina said. “And fuck, you talking about what John is doing to me? That is toe-curling.”

“I’m good with it if she is,” you said.

“Let’s go back to doggy,” Gemma said. “But this time, face down on the floor and your ass up in the air.”

Sabrina grinned and slid down from you, rolling into position. “Like this?”

“Peel those cheeks open,” Gemma ordered, and Sabrina obliged, showing off her flushed and wet pussy and puckered little asshole. “Look at her,” Gemma said quietly. “Just offering you her most private parts. Her intimate bits. But for you they don’t need nice names like that, because she’s given them to you. Isn’t that right, Sabrina? For John they are just your fuckholes.”

“Yes,” Sabrina said, getting back into it. “My fuckholes.”

You positioned yourself behind Sabrina and nudged your cock back between her pussy lips. “Is that right? These are my holes to fuck as I want?”

“Yesss, they are,” Sabrina hissed as you nudged your cock against her clit.

“Any time I want?” you asked.

She nodded and tried to push her ass back to gain penetration, but you dodged her, keeping just skin to skin.

“What about in the office?” you asked. “The rules say no.”

“We should definitely follow the rules,” Sabrina sighed. “But if you order me to, I’ll break them.”

Gemma fake gasped as if she was shocked. “Sabrina, are you really that much of a whore that you would fuck John in the office, where anyone could walk in and see you?”

You could hear Sabrina’s smirk even though you couldn’t see it. “Whores, escorts and prostitutes fuck for money. I’m John’s slut. His three-hole, any day, any time slut.”

Hearing her say that sent shivers down your spine. Was it real? Or was this the game? Making the sex steamier?

“That’s a pretty big claim, especially considering he’s going to have a girlfriend,” Gemma said. “What if he ordered you to give him a blowjob right under the conference room table?”

“I’d do it,” Sabrina said. You were poking into her pussy now, just nudging in and slipping out, not even putting in the head the whole way.

“What if he ordered you to eat me out?” Gemma asked.

“I’d lick you so hard you’d come all over my face, and then I’d take a picture for him,” Sabrina said.

“You’re a horny little bitch,” Gemma said.

“Yes I am,” Sabrina agreed. “Now can I please have that cock again, Daddy?”

This time you knew she’d said it on purpose, and you rewarded/punished her by giving her a double-spank on both cheeks, then thrust inside of her.

“Bounce back on me,” you ordered, and she did.

“Look at that slut,” Gemma said. She was standing right behind you, watching as Sabrina slammed her hips back and you stayed still. You leaned your head back and rested it against Gemma’s abdomen, right below her tits, and she hugged you lightly around the chest.

Soon you wanted a change of position, so you took charge and pulled out of Sabrina. “Come on,” you said, lifting her to standing. She followed eagerly, and you took her to her little kitchen table and bent her over it so she was pressed flat against the top. She reached across, extending her body to grab the opposite side of the table, while you penetrated her again and then lifted one of her legs up onto the table as well so that she was only braced on the floor by one foot. This gave you a lot of depth to your thrusting, and soon the two of you were back up to pace, thrusting hard at each other as your balls tapped against her clit.

Gemma took a chair and sat across from you, looking Sabrina in the eye as she brought her heels up on the edge of her chair, spreading her legs as she cupped her pussy again, teasing you. “Sabrina, you’re so beautiful,” Gemma muttered. “Fuck, and the expression you make when he’s fucking you…”

“Are you kidding?” Sabrina gasped. “I’m nothing compared to you. And your tits, and ass?”

“I swear to the devil himself, if either of you ever tries to say either of you aren’t fucking beautiful, I will literally tie you up and make love to whatever part of you that you think you don’t like until it’s your favourite thing ever,” you said.

“What if I don’t like my armpits?” Gemma asked.

“I’ll kiss them, lick them, and fuck them every day until you admit that they are as sexy as the rest of you,” you said.

“What about my nose?” Sabrina asked.

“I’ll spend hours just kissing it, and nuzzling my nose against it, and giving it beautiful things to smell,” you said.

“I thought you were going to say you’d fill it up with cum just to prove your point,” Sabrina laughed.

“I don’t think that would prove anything,” you said. Then you pushed down on Sabrina’s lower back, pinning her in place, and lifted her other leg up on the table so that she was sitting in a sort of frog position, just her ass and pussy hanging over the edge.

“Ho-ly fuckamoly,” Sabrina hiccuped, eyes wide as you pushed as deep into her as you could.

“I’ve never even seen that position before,” Gemma said.

“Just came up with it,” you grunted.

“Keep fucking me like that,” Sabrina moaned. “Just keep- going- like that…”

“Are you about to come, slut?” Gemma asked her. The Australian girl was leaning forward in her chair now, watching Sabrina’s face closely as she also fingered herself hard enough that her bra-clad tits were shaking.

“Yesss, so close,” Sabrina hissed.

“Remember, Daddy said you’re not allowed to come until he says so,” Gemma said.

“Oh, fuck, oh, God,” Sabrina gasped. She looked back over her shoulder at you, pleading. “Da- John! John, please let me come. I want to be a good girl. The best girl for you. Please let me come, please!”

You leaned down over her pressing your chest down against her bare back and pushing her against the table as you continued humping into her. “Not yet,” you grunted.

“John, please, I don’t know how long I can hold it,” she whimpered.

“Don’t you fucking do it yet,” you growled. She nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing. You reached forward and took her hands, pulling them from the table edge she’d been holding and wrapping your fingers between hers from above. She squeezed tightly.

“That big fucking cock stretching you out,” Gemma gasped, watching you both. She had one foot up on the table now, but that brought her crotch out of view under it and you wouldn’t have been surprised if she had two or even three fingers inside of herself. “Fucking your little bratty cunt. Can you hold out and make him happy? Or is it too much? Is his big fucking cock too much for you?”

“I can’t-” Sabrina gasped. “John, please?”

“Where am I going to come?” you asked.

“Inside me,” Sabrina gasped.

“I was going to say her face again, but that’s fucking hot,” Gemma said.

“Really?” you asked, whispering into her ear.

She nodded jerkily. “My ex and I never fucked without a condom,” she gasped. “You’re the first guy to fuck me raw, and I want to feel it all.”

“Are you protected?” Gemma asked sternly, though she didn’t stop frigging herself.

“Yes, pill,” Sabrina gasped. You could feel her tensing beneath you, her legs quivering. Her juices were leaking down your balls and legs.

“Do it,” Gemma said. “Cum inside her. Give her her first creampie.”

“Fuck!” you shouted, and you pressed your chest down harder against her, still thrusting. You could feel the orgasm building like lava in your balls, bursting to get out.

“John, please may I come?” Sabrina asked. “I- I can’t-”

“Come,” you said.

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Sabrina came.

She came hard.

“NNggaaah!” she screamed, and you were dead certain every neighbour she had probably heard it. Her pussy clamped down and she squirted, her ass thrusting back up at you as you pounded down into her cunt. Her warm juices splashed against your balls as they pulled up into you and you thrust as deep into her as you could and unloaded.

“Fuuuck yes!” You shouted yourself, maybe not as loud as her but with just as much feeling. You came, feeling your cum rocket out of you and quickly filling her tight cunt. Marking her as yours. The first to fuck her raw, the first to come inside her.

The only.

You didn’t have time to consider that primal desire.

Prying your fingers from hers, you reached with one hand and palmed Sabrina throat, choking her again with light pressure. With your other hand, you reached down and tickled her left foot.

The sound of Sabrina sucking in breath roughly despite your choking was almost scary, but the feeling when her orgasming pussy flexed and writhed felt like she was trying to suck you, and all the cum you were pumping inside of her, into some black hole.

“Daddy, yes, please!” she groaned through your choking, and you squeezed her harder. Your orgasm ended, but still hard, you started thrusting into her again feeling the squishing of your cum and hers as you fucked into her. You kept tickling her left foot, which she couldn’t pull away from you because of her position on the table.

“Holy shit,” Gemma said, eyes wide as she watched you fuck Sabrina straight through both of your orgasms, and quickly push Sabrina towards another.

Your cock lost a bit of its rigidity post-orgasm, but stayed hard enough to slide through Sabrina’s cunt, questing deeper. “I fucking love this pussy,” you said. “I love your mouth. I’m going to love your ass. But I will never, ever get tired of this pussy getting filled up with my cum.”

You released her throat, and she whooped as you picked her up off the table and carried her over to the couch, your cock only falling out of her when you tossed her onto the cushions face up. You didn’t give her time to think, kneeling between her legs on the couch and manhandling her legs apart. “Look at this messy fucking cunt,” you said, and palmed it, rubbing her clit hard and getting both of your cum all over your fingers.

“John, please may I come again?” Sabrina begged you.

“Do it,” you said. “You don’t need to ask me again.”

“Thank yoouuuu,” she wailed as she let go, squirting again. She held her own knees, spreading herself apart, as you watched her pussy flex and release, spraying three little squirts of clear juices across the couch. Then, before she finished her orgasm, you replaced your hand with your cock and thrust back into her, crushing your body down on hers as you began thrusting quickly.

Sabrina wrapped her arms around your back and her legs around your hips, panting into your ear with girlish whimpers as you pounded away. “Thank you,” she kept gasping. “Thank you, thank you.”

You kissed her, sloppy and hard with both of your efforts to fuck each other. She came again, almost biting your tongue when she did it, but no squirt this time.

“Fuck, you two,” Gemma groaned. She was still over at the table, watching you fuck, though she’d pressed her legs closed, apparently having finished herself off. “How are you still going?”

Sabrina moaned wordlessly, squeezing her eyes shut tight as her muscles all flexed. Not another orgasm, just a shock of another building.

“One more,” you said to her. “One more. What will get you there?”

“I- I don’t know,” she gasped. “One more, one more.”

You buried yourself inside of her, all the way to the hilt, and you cupped her face softly and kissed her lips as tenderly as you could.

She came, sobbing just a little as you switched tacts on her, and as she clung to you she cried and came, and feeling her cunt milk you for all it was worth you came again as well, though little came out.

The crying only lasted about fifteen seconds and she quickly wiped her face, embarrassed.

Then the door banged loudly with knocking.

“Hey! Shut the fuck up!” an angry voice echoed from the hallway.

“Sorry,” Gemma shouted. “We’re done!”

“Motherfuckin’ rabbits,” someone muttered in the hall, walking away.

All three of you started chuckling, then giggling, then laughing.

Sabrina shut her eyes, breathing deeply as you softened inside of her.

“Trying to fall asleep?” you asked her.

She nodded.

“Hold on,” you said. “Stay right there.” You slipped out of her and stood. “Gemma, if you want I can ride home with you, make sure you get in OK, but I’m going to come back here for the night.”

“No, it’s OK,” Gemma said. “I get it. She needs that.”

You helped Gemma find all her clothes and get dressed, enjoying the smiles she gave you as you carefully helped her put on her shirt, or slip on her shoes at the door. You stood there, at Sabrina’s apartment door, you naked and her completely clothed.

“You still sure about this?” you asked.

Gemma nodded. “If you are. That was a lot. Not having second thoughts about us, you and me, are you?”

You kissed her softly, hugging her. “If you can handle it, I can,” you said.

“OK,” she nodded again, and reached for the door. “And by the way? Now I’m really excited for Friday.”

“Me too,” you grinned. “Text me when you get home alright.”

“I will,” she said, and took your chin in her hand and kissed you again, then opened the door and slipped out.

You shut and locked the door, then turned back to the living room. “Fuck,” you sighed, looking at the mess you’d made.

Well, that Sabrina had made. You went into the kitchen and found her paper towels, and went about cleaning up the puddle of cum on her table, then sopped it up from the floor beneath as well. Then you went to Sabrina and picked her up in your arms. She was dozy but not fully asleep, so she wrapped her arms around your neck and let you carry her into her room, and helped wriggle her under her covers.

“Where are you going?” she asked, eyes popping open when you didn’t get in with her.

“I’m just cleaning up out there, I’ll be right back,” you said.

“OK,” she sighed, eyes drooping again. “Don’t be long.”

“I won’t,” you grinned. You went back out, and did some more sopping of the couch and the wetness there. That seemed to be the last of it, so you threw out the wad of paper towels and found a can of Febreeze under the sink and sprayed it around the entire room.

When you returned to the bedroom, Sabrina looked like she was asleep but as you crawled in next to her she backed up into you, pulling your arms around her as she nestled her ass against your soft cock.

“You know, we’re not going to be able to do this every time,” she said quietly. “Especially not after filming. But I really like the post-fuck cuddle.”

“Noted,” you said and kissed the back of her head.

“Was Gemma OK with you staying?” she asked.

“She was,” you said.

“Good,” Sabrina said. “Though she could have stayed too.”

“I don’t know if she’s ready for that,” you said.

“She will be,” Sabrina yawned. “Not all the time, but I can see it in her eyes. You heard her ask if I would eat her out. Nothing romantic, but I guarantee the three of us in a bed together is going to happen.”

“For post-threesome snuggles?” you asked.

Sabrina nodded.

She fell asleep soon after, snuggled in your arms. About twenty minutes later your phone went off, and you checked the message.

Gemma: Are you still awake?

Uh oh.

Chapter 61

You were still half-spooned with Sabrina as you looked at your phone. You quickly dimmed the screen down to the lowest brightness so you wouldn’t wake her up, and did your best to type one-handed. Auto-correct had to do some work.

You: I am. What’s up, you get home OK?

Gemma: Yeah, fine. Just super fucking horny, and sort of confused.

Gemma: I just left you with another girl. Are you in bed with her now?

You: Yes. She’s asleep.

Gemma: You really tired her out. It was super fucking hot.

You: So you enjoyed your live sex show, huh?

There was a pause, and then Gemma sent you a picture. She was in the bathroom in her apartment and looked like she had just started to wipe off her makeup and get ready to go to bed, the area around one of her eyes was cleaned up and looking more raw and natural. She was just in the background though, the actual photo was of her hand, and two of her fingers were covered in a sheen of slickness.

Gemma: You could probably bottom out in me in one thrust right now, even with your big dick.

You: God, you tease. Lol. And hello, beautiful.

Gemma: OMG. Delete that photo. I didn’t realize you could see my face. Taking off makeup, don’t judge.

You: Judge what? You’re a stunning woman. I appreciate the work you put in to accent it too, but it’s nice to see just You.

The typing dots appeared and disappeared several times before she replied.

Gemma: Really?

You sighed and hesitated for a moment, before slowly lifting the covers off of yourself and taking a picture. She’d gotten you hard all over again. You were laying on your back, your cock sticking straight up and tenting against the covers. Also in view was Sabrina’s naked bum pressed against your hip.

You: Does that answer your question?

Gemma: Maybe. Yes.

Gemma: Fuck, why did we decide to wait to Friday?

You: Because we’re going to make it our thing, not our group thing.

You: Also because I could probably fuck a long time, but my balls are currently running on empty.

Gemma: Oh yeah? Where would you want to drop a big, creamy load for me?

You: I can think of several places. I think the first one is your ass and back though, after we prone-bone. I want to lay my body down against yours and feel you under me from head to foot.

Gemma: Jesus fuck, John. I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy text me something so fucking sexy.

You were typing when you got another photo from her, this one of her bare ass, her panties pulled down and one hand clawing her meaty cheek, but not spreading it.

Gemma: This ass?

You: That’s the one. The second one will happen after I spend some time with my face between your thighs. I plan on getting another taste of you, but right from the source. Just remembering tasting your fingers earlier today makes my mouth water, and I want to make you shiver all over as I lap you up.

Gemma: Yeah? Well I want a taste of you too. After you eat me out, I’m going to show you exactly how much I want your cock all over me. I can’t deepthroat like Sabrina, but I’ve got some tricks of my own. Plus…

Another picture came through, this one of just Gemma’s tits in her bra, but pushed between them was what looked like a hairspray bottle right where a cock would go for a titfuck.

Gemma: Wink wink.

You: Fuck, I might need to jerk off before I can go to sleep now.

Another picture came through, this one actually a quick GIF of Gemma grinning, still in her bra, and kissing the camera lens.

Gemma: I will definitely be breaking out the vibe tonight.

Gemma: But for real - I wasn’t planning this on being a sexting thing.

Gemma: What you asked me at the door when I left... I was thinking about it a lot on the way home (and your cock). I’m still confused. About us. And Sabrina.

You: Confused worried, or confused curious?

Gemma: Both? Mostly curious, but worried about how Sabrina and I make this work.

You: Do you want to stop, or cool it off?

Gemma: No.

You: Does answering that help?

The dots started, then disappeared for a long time, then came back.

Gemma: Yes. How are you a genius when Sabrina and I are so much smarter than you?

You: What can I say? It’s a gift.

Gemma: Are you still hard?

You: Half.

Another picture. Gemma was in bed now, lying on her back with her shirt under her tits. Her big, bare tits, hanging heavily to either side of her torso with wide and pale areola and stubby pencil eraser nipples.

You: You are amazing. I can’t wait to cover those with kisses. And I’m back to 100%.

Gemma: Stick it in Sabrina and send me another pic.

This time you hesitated a lot longer, glancing back over to Sabrina and back. Then you decided, what the fuck was the worst that could happen?

Well, the answer was actually pretty bad, but thankfully ‘worst case scenario’ wasn’t in the cards.

You slid back onto your side, Sabrina immediately trying to snuggle her bum back against you, and you quickly manoeuvered your cock down between her legs and up. As she pressed back, you reached around her bare hip to her front and slid your fingers against Sabrina’s pussy, and she responded by lifting her leg just a touch - enough for you to point yourself to the right place and slide in about a quarter of the way.

Sabrina mumbled something happily in her sleep, and pressed her bare back against you as well. Her pussy was slick and hugged your cock head.

You shifted slightly, brought the camera around and sort of blindly took a photo of you both from her front, and brought it back out to check. You had to try twice more before you got a decent picture that showed Sabrina’s pussy from the front, with your shaft clearly inserted into her.

Gemma: Lucky bitch, lol

Gemma: Thanks. That’ll help get me to sleep nice and quick ;)

You: I’m glad. I’ll be here, hard and horny AF for a while I think. Sweet dreams.

Gemma: You too, love you.

Gemma: Fuck, autocorrect!!!!

Gemma: I just meant to call you LUV. Like a pet name. But now that sounds weird too.

You: lmao. Gemma, it’s OK. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

Gemma: You too. Though I might be blushing like crazy.

You sighed out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head. Now Gemma and Sabrina had both accidentally said ‘I love you’ to you this week. Did that mean something?

Honestly, you were too tired to think about it, so you set an early alarm on your phone, tossed it aside and wrapped your arm around Sabrina, happy to feel her small, naked body against yours as your cock slid just a little deeper into her warmth.

Chapter 62

You woke up to an absolutely wonderful sensation.

“Fuck,” you groaned, your hands coming up and holding the naked thighs that were straddling you. “Sabrina?”

“Open your eyes, sleepy head,” Sabrina whispered from above you. “You almost slept through your alarm.”

You did - there was a sliver of light leaking in from the window, the early summer sun already bright, and you found yourself looking into Sabrina’s eyes as she slowly undulated her body atop yours.

“Morning,” you said with a smile.

“Good morning,” she hummed happily, her hands pressed flat against your chest as she used you as leverage to work her hips. “I hope you don’t mind, I woke up with your cock inside me and horny as hell.”

“Not at all,” you said. “Feel free to wake me up like this any time.”

“I’ll remember that,” she grinned, then kissed you for a while as you fucked softly. When it ended she slowed her hips. “I didn’t end up posting anything at all to OnlyFans last night, is it OK if I take a picture with your dick? I’m thinking a caption like ‘Sorry, finally got to meet Daddy’s Dick last night. WOW.’”

You snorted softly and slid your hands from her thighs to her ass and squeezed. “I don’t know about the caption, but you can take the picture.”

She smirked, knowing exactly what she’d done, and then slowly disengaged from you and threw the covers off of you both. She grabbed her phone and tried a few different angles, then ended up having you take the photo as she licked the head of your cock.

“Just lips and chin,” you said, turning her phone around to show her.

“Perfect,” she nodded and immediately started adding filters and such.

“Ahem,” you said, getting her attention back, then glancing at your hard cock.

“Sorry, D- John,” she said and then started blowing you.

You let the near-name use slide as you revelled in the blowjob. Eventually, in not that long a time, you felt your balls tensing and the orgasm coming on. “Nearly there,” you grunted.

“Come on my lips,” Sabrina said, starting to jerk you off. “I want to taste it, and I want to show my followers that my mouth is yours, just like you said.”

“Fuck!” you groaned, her words surprising you, and you erupted four solid streaks of cum. Three of them trailed from her delicate chin and over her lips, but the first one had missed her mouth completely and hit her in the side of the nose and into her eyes.

“Ick,” Sabrina said, squinting her eye closed.

“Hey, you were the one aiming,” you said.

“I wasn’t expecting you to shoot a fucking rocket,” she laughed.

Eventually you took the photo for her, this time excluding your dick and just showing her pursed lips and chin covered in cum, her small tits hanging in the background as she sat on her hands and knees.

You went and got her a washcloth from her bathroom, and carefully helped her wipe her eye.

“Thanks,” she said, blinking a few times. “I’ve never gotten cum in my eye before. I’m not going to be seeing your swimmers all day, am I?”

That one set you back for a solid second. “Um, I- don’t think so? But I’m also not sure?”

“Well, it stings a bit, I should probably flush it out,” she said.

“OK. Do you want help, or should I get going?” you asked.

“Oh, you need to go do a walk of shame, don’t you?” Sabrina asked, and laughed.

“Yeah, I do,” you said. “There’s no way I’m going back to work wearing the same clothes. Eric would definitely notice and I wouldn’t hear the end of it. And he knows about Gemma and I going on a date, so she might hear about it, too.”

“Definitely go,” Sabrina said, scooting to the edge of her bed and standing, coming around to you still butt ass naked. She stood between your legs and leaned down, kissing you softly. “Thanks for last night, by the way. I can’t remember if I said that or not. Best sex I’ve ever had, hands down. No competition.”

“I’ll let Gemma know,” you smirked.

Sabrina rolled her eyes and kissed you again. “She helped, but it was mostly you,” she said. “And the good news is, if you come over tonight after work I can run you through my OnlyFans plans and equipment and stuff, and we can fuck again.”

“You need to stop talking,” you said.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to end up with another boner we need to take care of, and I need to get home for clothes and not be late for work.”

“OK, OK,” she laughed. “Go. I need a shower badly. I think I can literally feel your cum inside of me still. Not to mention down my leg. And my face must look like a mess.”

“I hadn’t even noticed,” you said.

“That’s because you caused it,” she smirked.

You got dressed slowly, the early hour counteracting your energy from being with Sabrina, and she walked you to the door still naked.

“I’m really glad we’re doing this,” Sabrina said as you were slipping on your shoes.

“Me, too,” you said and grabbed her hand.

Her fingers entwined with yours and she went up on tiptoes to kiss your lips again.

“Have a good day at work, honey,” she chuckled.

“You too, pooh bear,” you said and gave her naked butt a goose.

You stepped into the hallway and headed for the elevator.

“John,” Sabrina called from behind you.

You turned and saw she’d stepped into the hallway of her apartment complex, still entirely naked. Sure, it was only a little after 5am, but someone could have come out and seen her. The thing was, the look on her face said she didn’t care. The look in her eyes said more. Said the thing she couldn’t say with her lips. The words that would make the whole arrangement fall apart.

The words she’d already said to you once, by accident.

You stepped back to her and kissed her one last time, holding her close, then turned and walked down the hall to the elevator.

Chapter 63

It turned out the shitty thing about doing a 5 AM walk of shame on a Thursday morning was the lack of Uber drivers available. The nice thing was that when you finally got one, the drive was fast because traffic was still light.

You quietly let yourself into the apartment and managed to get in, shave, shower and change without Moshe coming out of his room. Part of you wondered if you should check on him since he’d had another Open Mic night at a comedy club, but you decided not to test fate and got out of there just five minutes later than you usually would have.

Once you were on the bus you surreptitiously scanned through your conversation with Gemma again, seeing the preview images of the pictures she’d sent you and getting that warm feeling in your chest as you couldn’t keep the silly grin off of your face. There was something about the fact that she had sent you those pictures that made them so much hotter than regular porn. She was trusting you with them, choosing you to share something she didn’t share with others.

That got you thinking about Sabrina, and you went and checked her OnlyFans. She’d posted the two pics under a post titled ‘Sorry about last night, got a little busy…’

“Oh my god,” you muttered to yourself, snorting at the fact that she actually did caption the photos calling your cock ‘Daddy’s Dick.’

“Ahem,” someone coughed near you, and you looked over to see an older woman, arms crossed as she glared at you and that she had a view of your phone - a phone that was showing porn on a public bus.

You immediately blushed and cleared your phone, putting it away. It was another awkward thirty minutes on the bus before you were able to make your exit.

It was the first time this week you hadn’t gotten in early, and Gemma and Sabrina were already both standing at the welcome desk talking with Becks when you entered the building. Both girls turned and smiled brightly at you, and you didn’t miss them handing each other their phones back.

“Good morning,” you said.

“It definitely is,” Sabrina said, at the same time Gemma said, “Morning.”

“Alright, you two,” Becks said from behind her desk. “Unless you two are planning on spilling the beans about what’s going on, I have work to do.”

“Lips are sealed for now,” Sabrina laughed, miming locking her lips and throwing away the key.

“I don’t know if you’d believe us anyways,” Gemma chuckled.

Becks narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Whatever it is, don’t get fired.”

“Yes, mom,” Gemma said, rolling her eyes.

“Hey, I’m not that much older than you three,” Becks said, which ended up causing all three of the women to laugh - you decided to stay out of that one.

You, Gemma and Sabrina piled into the elevator, and once the door closed you turned and kissed Gemma lightly. “Good morning, beautiful,” you said quietly.

“Good morning,” she grinned, then put on a faux-serious look. “But remember Rule 6.”

“I know,” you said. “If it wasn’t for that, I’d be kissing down the side of your neck right now.”

“He’s really good at that,” Sabrina smirked.

Gemma put her hand on her neck with a smile. “I’ll just have to imagine it for now I guess.”

You quickly turned and gave Sabrina a quick peck hello as well.

“Have you seen the post from this morning yet?” she asked.

“I looked quickly, but an old lady caught me looking on the bus,” you said, which got both of the girls coughing from trying to stop laughing.

“Oh my god, I wish I’d seen that,” Sabrina laughed, wiping under her eyes to try and not smudge her makeup with tears.

Gemma, who’d gotten control of herself a little faster, exhaled out a breath and grinned. “Sabrina showed me the pics. They were hot. I showed her the ones from last night, too.”

“Lucky boy,” Sabrina winked and nudged you in the side. “But for real, my fans are freaking out right now. And I have a lot more women following me than I thought, and they really like the looks of DD.”

“DD?” you asked.

Sabrina casually patted the front of your pants.

“Oh!” you said. “I can’t believe you called it that.”

“It’s a good code name,” Gemma said.

The elevator door opened and Eric was standing there, looking surprised. You realized that the three of you hadn’t even pressed the button to go up to the firm floor.

“Guys?” he said in surprise. He had the coffee order in his hands.

“Hey, buddy,” you said, stepping forward and helping him by taking half the coffees. “We saw you coming and decided to wait for you.”

“Cool, thanks,” Eric said and stepped into the elevator with us. “So, anyone do anything fun last night?”

“No,” you all said, probably a little too quickly.

Eric looked around suspiciously. “Wait, did you three go out for drinks without me?”

“Nope,” you said. “We did go give blood though. Have you ever given blood at a blood drive?”

Eric immediately made a face. “Yeah, no. I don’t do needles.”

“And that’s why we didn’t invite you,” Gemma said. “You told us that during our first week in the office.”

“I did?”

“Mhmm,” Sabrina nodded. “But don’t worry, we’ll find something to do soon. Actually, I hear John’s roommate is a standup comic. How do you feel about going to a comedy club next week?”

Chapter 64

Work was blessedly normal. You were feeling the effects of the early morning on your energy levels, but drinking a second coffee helped to push that off. Without any special work to do, all five of you interns were able to power through your regular work and made a good dent in the seemingly never-ending pile of documents that were sent to you.

The only real problem is that you wanted to chat with Gemma and Sabrina. Not about anything important, you just wanted to… be with them. But you were stuck to the usual light conversation and easy banter that had been developed by the three of you over the last month in the office. Sure, a little extra grin or a silent wink happened sometimes, and Sabrina had a tendency to bite the corner of her lower lip in a way that told you she was thinking about your cock when she looked at you, but that was it.

Then, at lunch, Eric and Andy made it clear they were expecting you to follow through on your promise from yesterday and they took a long lunch. That freed you and the girls up to talk, shutting the intern conference room door, but you still kept it fairly light. The feeling that you were doing something illicit was a little fun, but the risks if someone overheard you were too large to get any of you to broach a more risque topic.

Plus, it would have been against the rules, right?

At about forty-five minutes into the long-lunch coverage, you couldn’t handle it anymore and you took out your phone and started a group text.

You: You two are killing me.

Gemma: Are you as horny as I am?

Sabrina: Yes! Fuck, I could grind on the edge of this table and go off.

You: Not helping!

It was strange because the three of you didn’t stop your conversation in the room. Sabrina was talking about this anime show her sister watched, and Gemma was trying to figure out which one it was.

Gemma: Do you need to go relieve yourself?

Sabrina: Our code is ‘satisfy’ himself. I’ll explain later.

You: I can’t do that here in the office.

Sabrina: Garrison is out for the rest of the day, and Wexler is still out on vacation. Go use the washroom near their offices.

You: Really?

Gemma: Do it. But send us a pic.

You looked up from your phone at the two of them. Gemma was flushed and nodded quietly. Sabrina wiggled her eyebrows for a moment and touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip.

“I’ll… be back,” you said, slowly standing.

“See you soon,” Gemma said.

“Have fun,” Sabrina snickered.

“You two might be the death of me,” you sighed, and stepped out of the conference room to the sound of their soft laughter.

Walking down the hallways of the office, you saw that most of the associates, and all of the partners, were still out to lunch, so you felt a little safer ducking into the washroom and locking the door behind you.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, unzipping and pulling your hard cock out of your pants. You’d only been half-hard before the group text started, but the girls encouraging you to come jerk off together had pushed you to full strength.

Closing your eyes, you started to stroke, but then you remembered that you didn’t need to just imagine things. Soon you were looking at the pics that Gemma had sent you - particularly the one with her fingers covered in her juices, and her bare breasts. Then you swapped to the latest post of Sabrina’s OnlyFans, with her next to your dick, and her lips covered in your cum.

It didn’t take long for you to get close, and you swapped to camera mode on your phone and quickly snapped a picture of your cock, super hard and swollen, and sent it to the group chat.

Gemma: Fuck yes, babe. So hot.

Sabrina didn’t respond, at least not with words. Another picture came back to you. It was a little dark, but you assumed that was because she took it quickly. It was an upskirt shot of Sabrina, sitting at the conference table, and she didn’t have panties on under her skirt. It wasn’t exactly the hottest shot and was a little blurry. You could have found any number of better ones on her OnlyFans, but you grabbed your cock again and started pumping hard knowing she had taken that just for you, and in a risky spot.

Gemma: Sabrina!

Sabrina: Shotgun bathroom time next. I’m so fucking wet right now.

You came, pointing down into the toilet and wishing that you had Sabrina in front of you right now. Or Gemma - your first time being in the office bathroom would be filthy hot, your orgasming-brain thought perversely. Later, your regular brain would decide that was kind of gross and definitely wouldn’t be the way you wanted it, but in the moment the imagined vision of coming all over Gemma’s tits and face in the bathroom curled your toes.

When you were done you were panting lightly and took your time to clean yourself up, wash your hands and also your face. You shook your head at yourself in the mirror. We really shouldn’t do that again, you thought to yourself. It was way too risky.

You returned to the conference room and found that Andy and Eric had returned from their long lunch. Almost as soon as you sat down, Sabrina shot to her feet and left. She was gone for about fifteen minutes, and you would later find out she had recorded fingering herself in the same washroom you had used, hiking up her skirt and sitting on the toilet to do it. The lighting was weird though, so she only showed it to you once and then deleted it.

Then, about ten minutes after she came back, Gemma left. The Aussie came back about ten minutes later with a cup of water, trying to hide her satisfied smile behind it.

You: Hope you two had fun.

Sabrina: Not as much as I would like, but enough.

Gemma: I’m good. For now.

You could only shake your head and suppress your grin, repeating ‘Rule 6’ to yourself over and over.

Chapter 65

After work, you and Gemma only had a chance to exchange smiles and your regular goodbyes, trying not to raise suspicion. Via text, you sent her a more flowery goodbye and told her you were excited for your date tomorrow. In the group chat, she told Sabrina not to wear you out too much.

You rode the bus with Sabrina back to her place, still chatting like a normal - well, maybe it was more like a normal couple than normal co-workers. You managed to both get seats, and she held your hand in both of hers in her lap as you talked about work and school. She told you a bit more about her twin sister, and her younger sister. You told her about your friends from high school.

At her stop, you both got off the bus and she slipped her arm through yours again. No longer around co-workers or crowded into a bus, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Sabrina, just so you know, before we get any work done I’m going to need to fuck,” you said. “That upskirt has been burned into my brain all afternoon.”

She broke into a smirky smile, her eyes twinkling as she looked up at you. “You liked that one, huh?”

“I liked that it was just for me,” you said.

“Wait,” she said, stopping your walking. “John, this is important. Are you saying that you don’t like me doing OnlyFans?”

You paused and looked into her eyes, long enough for her to know you absorbed her question but not so long that you were struggling with it. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. That is your decision, and I’m not going to try and sway you either way because we’re friends first, and friends support friends. I just meant that getting something special, just for me, felt more special.”

She cocked her head, really looking at you, and then nodded. “OK. Good answer,” she said, and you both started walking again. “And first thing’s first, you’re going to fuck me until I squirt again, and we’re putting towels down this time. You did a decent job of cleaning up - thanks for that by the way - but I still had to flip over the couch cushions this morning.”

That made you laugh, and also made you hard.

Up on her floor, you had just slid your hand down and palmed Sabrina’s butt through her skirt as you walked to her door when her next-door neighbour came out into the hall. The woman was Latina, maybe around thirty, and was pretty but obviously tired. She took one look at you and Sabrina and sighed. “Dios mio, again?”

“Hey, Alita,” Sabrina said. “I, uh… sorry about yesterday?”

“Girl, I mean yeah, get yours,” Alita said. “But have you ever heard of a ball gag?”

That made you snicker, and Sabrina elbowed you in the side. “I really am sorry, Alita. It was rude of me.”

“It’s nothing,” the Latina woman waved her off. Then she eyed you up and down. “This the guy?”

“I’m the guy,” you said with a bit of a smirk.

“Hmmm,” she hummed, still checking you out. “Not bad, girl.”

“Oh, way better than not bad,” Sabrina grinned. “Way, way better.”

“Don’t you tempt me,” Alita said. “My boyfriend still has a year and a half on his bit, stupid fucker.”

“Well, he books way in advance, and to get an appointment you have to be accepted by the CTA,” Sabrina said.

“What?” Alita asked, and you were as confused as she was.

“His girlfriend is my girl, and you need to get us both to give permission to play with him,” Sabrina grinned. “I’m calling us the Cock Takers Association. Kinda like a Home Owners Association, but way more fun.”

This made you facepalm, and Alita snorted her laughter. “You know, everyone thought us millennials were going to fuck up the world,” she said. “But you Gen Z kids are freaks.”

“Freaks who have a lot of fun,” Sabrina grinned.

“Nice to meet you, and for what it’s worth I’m sorry for yesterday, too,” you said, pushing Sabrina towards her door.

Alita just sighed and locked her apartment door. “I’m out for like two hours, any chance you’ll be done by then?”

“Probably,” Sabrina said. “At least the loud stuff.”

Alita shook her head and laughed, walking towards the elevators while Sabrina got her door open and pulled you inside.

“Really?” you asked her once the door was shut.

“What?” she asked, slipping off her shoes.

“I’m not having sex with your random neighbours,” you said, following suit and kicking off your dress shoes. “Not that she isn’t pretty or anything, but I’m focused on Gemma. And you.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Alita could use the dicking from what I can tell. We’ve chatted a few times. But I know, and I’m not about to go pimping you out. However, threesomes for content were discussed by Gemma and I. If we both say yes, are you against that?”

“Well, I guess no,” you said.

“Yeah, you guess no,” Sabrina smirked. She took your hand and led you towards her bedroom. “Most likely it will be another model, but Alita lives alone, has to put money in her boyfriend’s account at the prison, and is helping her younger brother go to trade school. If I offered, she might actually jump at the cash to film with us.”

You had reached her bed, and you kissed Sabrina briefly and then turned her around so she was facing it and away from you. Then you reached down and started lifting her skirt up her pale, skinny thighs. “Well, what’s her boyfriend in prison for? If this guy is going to come hunt me down, I’m not interested.”

“Tax fraud,” Sabrina assured you, leaning forward as you lifted the skirt over her ass and up to her waist, presenting her bare butt to you. “I wouldn’t put you into a dangerous situation.”

“OK,” you said, and palmed her ass cheeks and spread them, running a finger up her wet pussy lips and quickly teasing her asshole, making her shiver. “I trust you.”

“And that’s why I lo-ike you so much,” she said. Maybe it was just you sliding a finger inside her pussy, maybe it was something else.

You unzipped, and she helpfully climbed up so her knees were on the bed, giving you a better angle. “Ready?” you asked.

“Since you came all over my face this morning,” Sabrina said, and reached between her legs to find your cock and pull you into position. “Now fuck me hard until I have to bury my face in sheets to stop from bothering the other neighbours.”

Chapter 66

It was kind of funny. You both knew this first fuck of the day - well, of the afternoon - was really more of a warmup than anything else.

So you fucked.

“God, that’s good,” Sabrina groaned as you sheathed yourself inside her. It had only taken two thrusts to be balls deep, she was so wet and ready for you. “Unh, I can feel you stretching me back out again. I wonder how long it’ll take for me to just adapt to your cock?”

“I hope that never happens,” you laughed, even though the idea of fucking Sabrina so much and often that her body literally moulded itself to you was hot as hell. “This feels amazing.”

“Guess I should do those kegel exercises more, huh?” Sabrina chuckled.

You started thrusting, feeling her clench whenever you went deep like she was trying to keep you in there. You both stopped talking for a bit, just focusing on the sex. At one point she shifted and sat up higher, leaning back and reaching behind her to run her hands through your hair. You leaned your neck around and kissed her, releasing her hips and quickly unbuttoning her blouse by feel.

She moaned into your lips, and you grunted softly as the slap of her small ass on your hips was the only music in the room.

“Faster,” she gasped, releasing the kiss, and she bent back down, getting her ass higher as she pressed her chest to the bed.

You spanked that upturned ass, making her bark out a shocked laugh, and then sped up. She thrust back at you, meeting your impacts, and you felt one of her hands sneak down between her legs and start rubbing at her pussy.

“You close?” you asked.

“Sort of, but not yet,” she said.

You spanked her again, palmed her ass cheeks and tickled her butthole with a finger. “How about now?”

She laughed again, and you could feel her body flexing on your cock and on your finger. “Try harder,” she said.

With a grunt and a frown, you fucked into her hard and stayed there, which made her moan appreciatively. “You need to be more expressive,” you said.

“Fuck your big cock in me, Daddy,” Sabrina said, looking back at you teasingly.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” you said, and pulled out of her.

“Sorry,” she said. “Please keep fucking me?”

You pushed her hip, rolled her from her knees to her side, pulled her to the edge of the bed and lifted one of her legs to your chest, lining back up. “What’s going to get you to come quickly?” you asked.

“Fuck me hard while you lean over me. Make me feel you on top of me,” she said.

So you did. Thankfully she was flexible enough that you were able to thrust into her again and lean forward, her leg pulling back towards her chest as you compressed her until you were buried in her to the root and were hunkered over her. You started fucking her, leaning your weight into her leg.

“Like this?” you asked.

Sabrina didn’t say anything, but she nodded quickly and gasped. You kept fucking her, feeling her pussy stretching in a new way from the different angle, hitting different parts of her.

“Bite me,” Sabrina gasped.

“Where?” you asked, not even phased by her at this point.

“I- don’t know?” she panted.

You pressed her leg harder as you leaned down and kissed her, then softly bit her lower lip.

“Hot,” she gasped. “Now my tit.”

To get your mouth that low you had to roll her more onto her back into a missionary position, though she kept both her legs pulled back to the outside of her chest. You pulled up her bra, a lace thing that was more for decoration than support, revealing her pretty little tits and you sucked one of her pink nipples into your mouth before trailing your lips lower and softly nibbling right under her areola.

“Oh fuck,” she grunted, her voice strained. “Yes, do it. Mark me. Mark me!”

You took a little bit of her tit between your teeth, just so she could feel it, and then sucked hard.

“Yes! Fuck!” she shouted and came.

You kept sucking, long and hard, and as she clenched on your cock over and over you felt your own orgasm peaking and remembered that, once again, you hadn’t worn a condom.

“Where am I coming?” you asked.

“My tits,” she panted. “Come on my tits again.”

You pulled out and straddled her on the bed jerking your cock a few times and then exploding, your eyes locked on the blossoming hickey you’d just left on Sabrina’s chest.

Both of you were panting as you caught your breath from the vigorous but short fuck.

“Grab my phone,” Sabrina said, waving weakly towards where she had set it down on the bedside table before you stripped her skirt off.

You did, handing it to her, “What do you need?”

She unlocked it and brought up her camera app and handed it to you. “Take a picture,” she said. “I’ll show you how all the posting stuff works. And we can send it to Gemma.”

You smirked and shook your head, not sure if that was a good idea or not. But you accepted the phone and shifted around until you got a good frame of the shot - Sabrina’s small tits splattered with your pearly cum, both of her nipples popping out, and the hickey just below the left nipple. Her smile, naughty and satisfied, just at the top of the frame.

“Nice, that’s a good one,” she said when she took a quick look.

“Just working with a beautiful canvas,” you said

“Charmer,” she rolled her eyes. “Come here, let me show you my process.”

You laid down next to her and she held the phone up, running you through the programs she used for filters, and then showing you the mobile back end of OnlyFans. It was relatively simple - you weren’t actually sure what you’d been expecting, but it was fairly intuitive and only slightly more complicated than Twitter.

Halfway through her arms had gotten tired, and you’d rolled both of you onto your sides so you were spooned behind her, looking over her shoulder. With the tutorial done, Sabrina also sent the final edited picture off to Gemma and then sighed, blacking out her phone. “I’m going to need another shower, we need to stop ending up like this,” she said.

“You asked me to do it,” you reminded her with a smirk.

“Yeah, well next time just come in my mouth, or in me again,” she said.

“Are you sure about no condoms?” you asked. “Just because we started doesn’t mean we don’t get smart and start using them.”

She shook her head. “It’s too good, I don’t want to go back. And I trust you.”

“Trust me with what?” you asked.

She hesitated and shrugged. “I don’t know, but I do. With whatever. With fucking without a  condom. And I forgive you for not reminding me to put down a towel. I can feel a wet spot under us.”

“Y’know, we have a weird friendship,” you snorted.

“At least we’re having fun,” Sabrina grinned.

Chapter 67

Sabrina didn’t end up having a full shower. You helped her get her clothes off and fetched some wet paper towels from the bathroom, wiping her down with a little extra groping on the way. Then, naked as the day she was born and you in nothing but your socks, Sabrina grabbed her various gear and gave you a tour of her OnlyFans work.

She had a few different kinds of lights, though she said the ‘ring light’ was the easiest to use and most effective, and she had four different stands she’d ordered from Amazon to hold her phone. She explained how each one was supposed to work, and how two of them had ended up being pointless. Then she showed you the programs she’d tried on her laptop.

And then you got down to real business and she started showing you the post metrics, and the excel sheets she had put together to track what sort of content got the best responses. She’d decided not to post anywhere but OnlyFans - avoiding the usual social media work that other OnlyFans girls used to drum up subscribers.

The thing about the whole operation she’d put together was that it looked an awful lot like what you would have done as well. Which made sense, considering you’d both taken a lot of the same business and economics classes back at university, if not at the same time then at least with the same professors. You gave a few suggestions, a couple of which she showed you she’d already tried and they hadn’t panned out as useful, and a couple which she had overlooked originally.

“It’s impressive,” you said. You were sitting on the couch, and Sabrina was leaning her naked back against your shoulder and chest as she sat cross-legged with her laptop in her lap. “But I’m guessing you knew that.”

She glanced back at you with a smirk. “Yeah, I just wanted to show it off to someone,” she said. “Not like I can just submit this all for credit in an economics class.”

“Wouldn’t that be something?” you laughed. “Do a self-guided project class and create a successful OnlyFans page?”

“It would be more useful than a lot of other classes they offer,” she grinned. “But no, I’m not showing it off because I think I need help on this side of things. I need the… well, first I need a better content rollout plan. The progression of what I do on screen seems to be a direct driving factor to growth and longevity - I don’t want this to be a flash in the pan so I can’t just do whatever, but I also don’t want to do this for years. And of course, I also need you for your cock and camera skills.”

“Of course,” you chuckled. “Alright. Well, let’s go over what you’ve already released. Full nude, including close-ups. Solo play with fingers, vibrators and dildo, including blowjobs and masturbation. You talk in your videos, but no face. You did a Jerk Off Instruction video which was super hot, and was one of your best performing videos. And the teasing video from the restaurant is right behind it, right?”

She nodded. “Yup. And all the comments are raving about it. They loved that it was actually in public and that it felt ‘real.’”

“And this morning you sent out a tease of an actual blowjob, and with cum on your lips. Am I missing anything?” you asked.

Sabrina thought about it for a moment. “You could probably also classify my Jill Off Instruction video as a different category. It definitely didn’t do as well as the Jerk Off one, but I’m pretty sure that’s what got me a good number of female fans.”

“Good point,” you nodded. You reached around her and took command of the laptop keyboard, quickly opening a simple notes document and writing out what you’d listed. “So then we need to look at what other performers are doing, and whether it fits with your brand, and then create a schedule of content creation and releases.”

You kept working, trading back and forth at the keyboard fluidly, and then you noticed that it was already almost nine o’clock at night.

“OK, I’m getting really hungry,” you said. “What have you got in the kitchen?”

“Why, are you offering to cook for me?” Sabrina asked.

“I will if you have groceries,” you said.

Sabrina made an exaggerated grimacing face. “I don’t have much.”

“Alright, let me go look.” you said, and she leaned forward to let you up from the couch. You did a quick sweep of the kitchen - there was a variety of breakfast stuff, including cereal and bread and eggs, but little in the way of meat beyond a couple of old-looking pieces of bacon. “Jesus, Sabrina. What have you been eating for dinner?”

“It’s been a busy week!” Sabrina said. “Would you have preferred if I cancelled last night in favour of going to the grocery store?”

You opened your mouth, but realized there was no right answer you could give to a woman currently sitting naked in front of you. “Alright, I’ll order pizza,” you said.

“Thank you,” she beamed a smile. “Pineapple on my half, please.”

That made you do a double take. “I’m sorry, did you just say ‘pineapple’ on yours?”

“It’s a thing!” Sabrina said. “And it’s delicious.”

“I know it’s a thing, but that doesn’t make it right,” you laughed.

“Fine,” she said. “Order it on the whole pizza, and you have to eat a whole slice with it, and if you end up liking it you have to eat me out for a whole hour.”

“Alright, then if I don’t like it do you have to blow me for an hour?” you asked.

“Yes,” she agreed, standing up and sticking out her hand. You shook on it, both smirking and sure you’d be the winner.

Chapter 68

Once the pizza was ordered, the two of you ended up lounging on the couch again, but instead of working Sabrina brought up Netflix and started playing a rerun of the Office.

“Basic bitch,” you snorted.

She dropped her jaw in shock and slapped your arm. “So what? It’s a good show. Jim and Pam are my favourite TV couple.”

“OK, I don’t want to ruin something you like,” you said. “So you tell me if you’re willing to hear my thoughts, or want to just keep enjoying the show.”

“I want to keep enjoying the show,” Sabrina said, and you nodded and hugged her to you, and she snuggled in.

About ten minutes into the episode Sabrina groaned. “Alright, tell me your commentary.”

“You sure?” you asked.

“Yes. It’s going to haunt me until I know.”

“Alright, so at the start of the show Jim is the protagonist, right? And Pam is obviously the love interest. But the thing is, Jim and Pam are actually the bad guys because he doesn’t respect the fact that Pam is in a relationship, and she gets into an emotional affair with Jim instead of respecting Roy or just breaking up with him. And sure, they go back and forth on it for a while, but at the end of the day Pam is cheating on Roy emotionally. People hated the storyline near the end of the show when Pam almost cheats on Jim with the documentary camera guy, but here’s the thing - she’s been a cheater from the very start of the show. It’s totally in character for her to do that.”

“Well… that…” Sabrina said, frowning deeply. “I don’t think-” She exhaled in frustration. “So who is the protagonist, then?”

“No one,” you said. “Literally no one. They trade off here and there on who looks like the hero on the show, but really none of them are good people. Which I guess might be the point. Well, other than Roy - he’s the only character who got a full character arc by the end when he meets Jim again and had bettered his life after getting out of the toxic Office space.”

Sabrina sat silently for a bit, still watching the show, and about five minutes later she sighed loudly again and then exited out of the show. “OK, you were right, that did ruin the show for me. Thanks for being right, jackass.”

You chuckled. “I’m sorry, I did warn you. I haven’t been able to not think that since I read it online.”

“Well, now I need to pick another favourite TV couple. Got anything against Castle?”

“Never seen it,” you shrugged.

Sabrina sat up, eyes wide with excitement. “Really? I can break your Castle cherry?”

“I- uh, sure?” you said.

“Wait, have you watched any Nathan Fillion shows? Firefly? The Rookie?”

“I watched a couple of episodes of Firefly, it was alright,” you said.

“Alright? Alright!?!” Sabrina said. “OK, no more sex until we finish all of Firefly and all eight seasons of Castle, and all the current seasons of the Rookie.”

You blinked, trying to process quite how much TV that was going to be.

“I’m kidding,” Sabrina smirked. “We can fuck while we watch.”

“Phew,” you laughed. “I thought we were going to be holing up here for the next two weeks straight to get through this thing, and Gemma was going to have to come to do a search and rescue.”

Sabrina queued up the first episode of Castle and then shifted, climbing into your lap more and snuggling even closer as the show got running.

“You know, sitting like this is very distracting for me,” you said.

“Shhh,” she shushed you. “Nathan Fillion.”

You were about halfway through the pilot episode when there was a knock on the apartment door. “Pizza!” the delivery guy said through the door.

“Shit,” you said, and Sabrina scrambled off of your lap and you darted into her bedroom to pull on your pants and get your wallet. Sabrina hid in the kitchenette out of sight as you accepted the pizza and paid the guy, and after the door was shut and you brought the pizza to the table she came back out, still entirely naked.

Then she surprised you, and went to her knees and undid your pants, sliding them down to reveal your cock, and she took it in her mouth.

“Um, wow, and thank you,” you said. “But I think the food is up here?”

She snorted a laugh and bobbed a couple times on your cock before starting to jerk it off with one hand. “I just want to tease Gemma a bit more, hold on.” Then she started blowing you again until you were completely hard, and stood up. “Stay right there,” she said, kissing you on the lips, and went into her room. She came back with her phone, got back down in front of you and adjusted your stance a couple of times, and then where she was kneeling, and then snapped a picture as she looked into the camera and your cock head was between her lips. In the background the fresh pizza was clearly visible.

Sabrina giggled as she declared the picture ‘perfect’ and started typing away, followed by the swooshing sound on a sent text.

She stood and reached for the pizza. “Um, excuse me?” you said, looking down at your now hard and spit-covered cock.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Sabrina grinned. “I’m not leaving you high and dry. Get your slices, and I’ll get us some drinks.”

Soon you had a couple plates of pizza, and Sabrina brought you back over to the couch and sat you down, then sat back in your lap but this time impaled herself on your cock. “And now we watch,” she said, and took a bite of pizza and made a cute face at you.

“This is even more distracting,” you pointed out.

“I know,” she grinned. “But believe me, focusing on the show is definitely worth it.”

Chapter 69

The show was, well, it was OK. But it made Sabrina happy, and she was sitting with your cock inside of her, so you were happy too. The pizza was the bigger surprise.

“Alright, it took a slice to get used to it, but I’ll admit when I’m wrong,” you said. “Pineapple on pizza isn’t the weirdest topping.”

“Yes,” she grinned, fist-pumping. “I told you.”

“You did,” you laughed. “You did. So when do you want to start this hour of oral?”

“Oh, that’s not happening tonight,” Sabrina said. “You’re coming over on Saturday for that.”

“Yeah?” you asked. “We’re making weekend plans now?”

Sabrina raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want to try and play games like that? Because you know I’m going to be horny as fuck.”

“No, no games,” you agreed. “It’s just nice to have plans.”

“Oh, we’ve got lots of plans,” Sabrina grinned, referring to the outline that you and she had put together for content releases on her OnlyFans.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re kind of devious in the cutest way?” you asked.

“Only the people who bothered to notice,” she said and kissed you on the tip of your nose.

She ended up rotating on your cock, swinging her leg awkwardly so that she was straddling and facing you, and settled in with her head on your shoulder as she hugged you. “I like this,” she said.

You hugged her back. “Me, too.”

Sabrina’s phone pinged then, and she opened it up to see a photo texted to her from Gemma. It was Gemma, frowning as she held up a salad and pointed her middle finger at the camera. You both started laughing and Sabrina quickly texted back, telling you what she was saying. “Looks like you’re missing out on your daily dose of MEAT.”

A reply came in, and Sabrina snickered. “She says she’s abstaining because she expects she’ll get so much meat tomorrow she’ll have the meat sweats.”

“Tell her I’m happy to skewer her kebab as much as she’d like,” you said.

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Sabrina chuckled. “She says she expects the whole hog experience!”

Sabrina leaned away from you, creating space between your bodies, and took a quick picture of her pussy currently being stuffed and stretched by your cock. “He’s really great at getting the stuffing all the way up inside the turkey,” she said as she typed.

Gemma reacted with a drooling emoji, then another picture, this one showing the rest of the room she was in. It was the living room of her apartment, and all three of her roommates including your ex Lucy were sitting around eating and watching TV.

“She says she’s stuck making nice with your ex to keep the peace, or else she’d be three fingers deep right now,” Sabrina smirked.

“Tell her to have a good night,” you said. “And that I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

“Done,” Sabrina said, and set her phone aside. “I assume you wanted me to end the conversation for a reason?”

“Yes, actually,” you said, and then rolled you both so that she was laying with her back on the couch and you were on top of her. “Because I plan on fucking you vigorously and repeatedly.”

“Towels,” Sabrina said, holding up a finger to tell you to wait and squirming out from under you. She went into her room and you heard some rustling and came back with a pair of towels along with what looked like a pair of clean panties.

You moved to let her spread out the towels on the couch and raised your eyebrows at the panties. “What are those for?”

Sabrina blushed and played her tongue along her bottom lip. “Well, the ball gag I ordered on Amazon hasn’t come in yet and I was thinking about what you and Gemma were saying yesterday about gagging me with my panties…”

“So you bring me a fresh pair to use?” you asked.

“Mhmm,” she nodded with a smile.

“You know this is opening the door,” you said. “Sometime in the not-too-distant future, you’re going to be horny as hell, and I’m going to peel your soaked panties off of you and push them into your mouth and you’re going to love it.”

She shrugged, looking at you innocently. “If that’s what Daddy wants.” The innocent look failed with the smirk she let slip.

Soon enough Sabrina’s mouth was stuffed, the panties keeping her lips slightly parted but definitely helping to muffle the moans and shouts she was letting loose as you pounded her roughly into the couch. It seemed like since she knew she was gagged, she really let go - you only wished you knew what she was mumbling and saying.

You came in her twice. The first time was right after she pushed you back and frigged her own pussy as she squirted down onto the towels, and you stabbed back into her and came almost immediately. The second time was as she was riding you reverse cowgirl. You’d wrapped one of your hands around her neck and were applying some pressure, finding the point where she enjoyed the choking and you felt comfortable applying it, while your other hand was rubbing hard at her clit. She was in charge of the thrusting like this and was bouncing fast until suddenly she screamed into her gag and slammed her hips down, squeezing hard as she came again but didn’t squirt.

That second orgasm washed over you suddenly, and you filled her totally. And Sabrina loved it to the point that she had you hand her the phone and she took a video, showing her panty-stuffed mouth, down her sweaty and glistening naked body with the bruises of a few new hickies, all the way to her red and abused pussy as she slowly stood up off of your cock and a bright white dollop of your cum oozed out of her dark little stretched hole.

“Is that for Gemma?” you asked.

“Mmmf,” Sabrina nodded.

“You’re leaking onto the carpet,” you said.

“Mmf, fck,” Sabrina said, then carefully peeled the panties out of her mouth and shoved the fabric against her crotch. “Nice call.”

“No sweat,” you chuckled, watching her try and sop up your dripping cum with one hand as she sent the raunchy video to Gemma with the other.

The two of you cleaned up the pizza and the towels, and by the time Sabrina was leading you into her bathroom for a shower, Gemma had replied with a weary face. “She says she’s still stuck.”

You showered with Sabrina, a first-time experience for both of you, and while you didn’t fuck again there was a lot of groping and teasing. But you weren’t staying overnight again, and so once the shower was over and you were both clean, Sabrina watched you get dressed and then walked you to the door. “Thanks for the help today,” she grinned. “And the sex.”

“Thanks for the sex, and trusting me to help,” you grinned back.

She bit her lip and went up on her tiptoes to kiss you, and you held her close as you made out a little bit.

“Never think I don’t want more of that,” you told her.

“I’ll never get tired of giving it to you,” she said. “Now go, before I pull you back into my bed.”

“Oh, what a horrible fate that would be,” you chuckled, opening the door and stepping out. She blew a raspberry at you and stood naked in the doorway, giving you one last look before winking and shutting the door.

“Fuck,” you sighed, a grin plastered on your face.

It was definitely time to head home, but as you were leaving the building you thought of a cunning plan. Just a little one, but you liked it.

Chapter 70

When you knocked on the door you could hear the sound of the TV blaring inside the apartment.

“Turn it down,” someone said, and the TV volume dropped and you heard footsteps coming toward you. The peephole darkened for a moment as someone looked through it, and then the door opened.

“Well hello there,” Becca said, opening the door. The beautiful-if-boyish person (you still hadn’t clarified if she/they were just tomboyish or did the whole identification thing) leaned against the door jam and crossed her arms. Becca was wearing a baggy hoodie that looked like it belonged to someone twice their size or more and hung down to the thigh, and fuzzy moccasins. “Little late to be calling on an upstanding woman, isn’t it?”

“It is, but I bring gifts,” you said, pulling one hand from behind your back to show off the four McDonald’s Triple Thick ‘milkshakes’. “One of the chocolate ones is for Lucy, I know that was her favourite back in high school. I wasn’t sure what you, Charlotte and Gemma would want so I got one of each.”

“You, sir, are the devil,” Becca said, looking delighted at the surprise treat. “I really shouldn’t, but I’m definitely going to.” Becca picked the strawberry one and then opened the door for you. “Ladies, there is a gentleman caller at the door.”

“Oscar?!” you heard Lucy exclaim, and she darted into the doorway and you watched her excited features crash into disappointment, followed by disgust. “Oh, it’s you.”

“It’s me,” you said. “But I brought you a peace offering.” You offered her the tray, and even though she sneered at it Lucy took one of the chocolate shakes and turned away. Without saying thank you.

“John?” Gemma said, coming around to the hallway. Her eyes did the opposite of Lucy’s, moving from confusion to surprise to joy. “What are you doing here?”

“Making up for Sabrina teasing you incessantly,” you said, and presented her with the shakes, and then pulled your other hand out from behind your back to show her the fresh slice of pizza, still steaming it was so fresh on its cardboard tray.

“Oh my gosh, you didn’t have to,” Gemma said, coming forward and hugging you as you held the food and drinks out of the way. She kissed you lightly on the cheek, then again on the mouth.

“Now, now,” Becca said, closing the door. “You know the rules for this boarding house, Gemma. No gentleman callers after dark.”

Gemma rolled her eyes. “We’ve been watching a documentary series about women during World War II. Becca can’t get over the ‘Ladies Only’ boarding houses and the rules they had to follow.”

“It’s interesting, and ridiculous!” Becca laughed. “Imagine paying rent, and being told you had a curfew for the privilege.”

Gemma accepted the pizza and took the other chocolate shake, and led you into the living room where Lucy was sitting and trying to scowl around the straw in her mouth like a pouty child. Charlotte, the last of the roommates, was lounging in leggings and an athletic bra, her highlighter green hair pulled back into a short ponytail.

“Hey, I hope vanilla works, the others claimed everything else,” you said, stepping over to her and offering her the shake.

“Do I look like a vanilla girl?” Charlotte grinned, but accepted the shake. “Actually, don’t answer that. The best sex I ever had with a guy was vanilla as fuck, but he did it well. But you’re offering me free barely-dairy desserts, so you won’t hear me complaining.”

“Do you guys mind if we pause for like ten minutes?” Gemma asked.

“Sure, girl,” Charlotte said.

“Go talk, find out why he’s really here,” Becca grinned.

Lucy just pouted, her lip twitching like it wanted to curl into a sneer.

“Come on,” Gemma said, and you followed her deeper into the apartment and back to her room. Once she’d shut the door and set down the pizza and shake, she turned and hugged you again and now you could hug her back. “Why are you here?” she asked. “It’s late.”

“Well, I knew you were up,” you said. “And I didn’t want to wait to see you tomorrow when I couldn’t hold you or kiss you.” You kissed her again, with just a touch of tongue for emphasis.

“Those are all excellent reasons,” Gemma smiled, her eyes looking into yours as you didn’t let each other go. “But this feels like a booty call. You can’t tell me Sabrina left you hanging, I saw that video.”

“It’s only a booty call if you want me to go down on you quickly,” you said. “Which I’d be happy to do. But my goal was just to tell you I appreciate you, and you’re special.”

She hugged you again, pressing her face into your chest, and you held her as you realized she was tearing up. She sniffed hard, and pulled away, waving at her eyes. “God, if I cry the girls will be all over me,” she laughed. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why that just hit me like that.”

“It’s OK,” you said. “At least you’re a pretty crier.”

She snorted. “Thanks,” she said, and rolled her eyes a little. “I just- all of this was unexpected.”

“That’s the point,” you said. “You deserve unexpected joy.”

“I’m used to unexpected disappointment,” Gemma countered. “So I’m still trying to figure out how to react to this.”

“You’re doing pretty well,” you assured her, and took her back into your arms. “I am very excited about our date tomorrow.”

“Where are we going this time?” Gemma asked.

“Hey, I planned the last one, I thought it was your turn,” you said, only half joking.

“No, you asked me out, you pick the place,” Gemma countered.

“I asked you out on the first date, we mutually agreed on the second one,” you said. “But, if I have to, I’ve got something.”

“I promise I’ll plan the next one,” she said.

“Wow, you’re pretty hopeful about getting to the third date,” you grinned, teasing her. Then she goosed your butt and you laughed. “Alright. My current roommate is trying to be a stand-up comedian, and he says the Friday shows are really good. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“Be here for seven,” Gemma said. “No - six thirty.”

You raised an eyebrow. “The place doesn’t open until nine.”

“Good,” she said. “Then we’ll have time to fuck, clean ourselves up and still get there for a good seat.” Then she kissed you hard, sliding her tongue between your lips.

You made out for a few minutes, just standing in the middle of her room until finally she broke away from a breath. “Will that hold you over through the work day tomorrow?” she asked.

“After what you just said, it might not hold me over the Uber ride home,” you laughed.

She grinned and rolled her eyes again. “Boys,” she shook her head. “Well, do me a favour and don’t jerk off tonight. Or tomorrow. Yeah? I’ll do the same.”

“Alright, I can do that,” you said.

“Good, because I can’t wait for your first bi-”

Knock knock knock. “Gemma,” Becca called into the room. “How much longer are you two going to be?”

“Just saying goodbye now,” Gemma called back.

Footsteps padded back down the hallway.

“Just out of curiosity, is Becca…?” you asked.

“Female,” Gemma said. “Very female. Her and Charlotte actually get into arguments over activism stuff sometimes because Charlotte thinks Becca is lying to herself and wants to be non-binary, and Becca says Charlotte is trying to force her to take up a political cause she doesn’t care or believe in. It’s… a lot. But even when they are going at it, it’s better than any regular conversation with Lucy now that she knows about you.”

“Sorry,” you said.

She kissed you on the lips lightly. “Not your fault, love,” she said.

“Love, huh?” you raised an eyebrow.

“It’s just a pet name, and sounds way better said out loud than through text,” Gemma said.

“Alright, love,” you grinned, taking her hand. “Have a good night, love.”

“See, you’re not saying it right,” Gemma said. “It’s supposed to be off the cuff.”

“Whatever you say, love,” you smirked.

“God, sometimes I regret kissing you,” she rolled her eyes. “Ever since then you’ve been a lot more confident in your teasing.”

“Is it too much?” you asked.

“No, actually,” Gemma grinned. “It just makes me fucking wet. Now come on, get out of my apartment before the girls revolt and demand further tributes from you for interrupting Docu-Night.”

Chapter 71

It had been another long night, but you still made it in to work on time and with a pep in your step. It was funny how much more satisfying it was to walk into your shit-pay internship when you knew you were going to see two beautiful women that you were having relations with.

They weren’t waiting for you at the front desk like the day before, but you noticed that Becks didn’t have her coffee so you assumed Gemma was off doing that since it was a Friday, and her day for the task. Instead of heading upstairs, you decided to put Sabrina’s advice into practice and spent some time talking with Becks.

“So, anything planned for the weekend?” you asked.

Becks raised an eyebrow, setting down the notebook she had been writing in. “I’ve got a date with my guy,” she said. “I haven’t seen him all week, so I’m sure we’re going to go do something fun.”

“That sounds nice,” you said. “How long have you been seeing him?”

“John, what is going on here?” Becks asked, giving you a sceptical look. “Is this a whole thing where I’m friendly with Gemma and Sabrina, so now you want to try and use me to get to know their secrets or something?”

“No, I-” you floundered for a moment and decided that at this point the truth was going to sound better than anything you could come up with. “Sabrina was ragging on me early in the week for not being good at talking with secretaries. Or… other people. I thought since I wanted to wait for them, I’d practice making small talk with you.”

“So you’re not actually interested in anything you’re asking me about and just wasting my time?” Becks asked.

“OK, so that makes it sound way worse than I was thinking,” you admitted. “Look, I’m sorry. This clearly wasn’t a good idea. I’m just going to take the loss and-”

“John, it’s OK,” Becks grinned. “Sabrina told me all about it. And I know you weren’t trying to waste my time, I just wanted to see the look on your face and test if you’d lie or not. And you didn’t, so you passed in my book.”

You took in a deep breath and rubbed your face with one hand for a moment. “Alright, well, you got me,” you chuckled. “But seriously, I am interested in knowing what your and your boyfriend do on dates. I’m not from the city, so I’m grasping at straws trying to come up with ideas.”

“Why, are you dating someone?” Becks asked.

You tried to keep a straight face, but you already knew Becks was suspicious and there was no hiding it from her.

“Is it Gemma or Sabrina?” Becks asked. “Because at first I thought it was Sabrina, but then I saw Gemma slip something into your pocket the other day when Sabrina’s uncle came in for that meeting.”

“I, uh,” you stammered.

“Wait, are you dating both of them?” Becks asked.

“He’s dating me,” Gemma said as she finished backing her way through the open front door to the lobby. She had two trays of drinks and a little box of pastries stacked in her arms. “It’s new, no labels yet.” She strode over to the front desk and smiled as you took the pastries and the top drink tray from her. She set down the tray she was holding and took one of the drinks from yours, handing it to Becks followed by opening the pastry box and offering her one. “Coffee and a snack to stop the questions?”

“Oh, I’ll take both, but I’m not done asking questions,” Beck said, taking the drink and selecting a turnover from the box. “What’s going on with Sabrina, if you two are seeing each other?”

You glanced at Gemma, who also glanced at you. “I feel like that’s a question that you should ask Sabrina,” you said.

“I did, she said I should ask you two,” Becks frowned.

“Really?” Gemma asked.

“No, but I want to know,” Becks smirked. “But now I really know there’s something going on. So is this a Poly thing, like you’re a throuple?”

“No,” Gemma shook her head. “I’m not into girls.”

“But John is with both of you?”

“Not exactly,” you hedged. “Gemma and I are dating. Sabrina and I are… friends.”

“Friends,” Becks raised an eyebrow. “Just friends?”

“That’s all I’m saying,” you said.

Becks half turned in her chair and raised her voice a little. “You were right.”

Sabrina came sauntering out from a side hallway, a smile on her lips. “I told you he wouldn’t spill,” she said. Then she walked right up to you and kissed you quickly on the lips. “I appreciate you,” she smiled.

“Well, if you’re breaking the rules,” Gemma said, and then leaned in and kissed you as well, just a touch longer than Sabrina had.

“So, what, was this all a setup or something?” you asked.

“Sort of, but not really,” Sabrina said. “Becks was grilling me about what was going on, and I told her if she asked you that you would say we were friends and wouldn’t tell her anything else. She bet that when push came to shove you would crack.”

“And a bet is a bet,” Becks sighed, fishing her phone out from behind her desk and scrolling through it quickly. “This one?” she asked Sabrina, showing her the phone at an angle to prevent you and Gemma from seeing.

“That one works,” Sabrina nodded.

“Alright, don’t say I don’t pay my debts,” Becks said, and she tapped her phone a couple times and it made the whoosh sound of a sent file.

Then your phone buzzed in your pocket, and when you took it out and opened it you had a text from an unknown number. And that text was a photo, a nude taken in a bathroom. You couldn’t see the woman’s face, but she was standing with her bare ass to the mirror, twisting her body to look back and take the photo, one of her naked tits visible as well.

“You can keep that, though please don’t share it. And definitely not with anyone in the building,” Becks said. “It doesn’t have a face so you can’t prove it’s me, but also I’d rather not have the rumours.”

“Uh, thanks?” you said. “You look really good, you clearly work out and put the effort in.”

“Thanks,” Becks smirked.

“Wait, what was going to happen if Becks won?” Gemma asked.

“Her boyfriend was going to get an unsolicited titty pic,” Sabrina said.

You found that you really didn’t like that idea - and immediately recognized the ridiculousness of that feeling considering hundreds of people were currently paying to see her naked on the internet. Not to mention the photos of her with your dick, or your cum on her.

“Alright,” you said, trying to banish the thoughts in your head. “Let’s head upstairs. Becks, thanks?”

“That’s the only one you’re getting, so no asking me for more,” Becks smirked. “Not that you seem to need more inspiration if you’re dating Gemma and are friends with Sabrina like I think you are.”

Chapter 72

“OK,” you said once the three of you were in the elevator. “Gemma, hi,” you kissed her again. “Sabrina, hello,” you kissed her again as well. “And now, I think we really, really need to re-review Rule 6 and stick to it.”

“I agree,” Gemma said. “Even if I don’t want to in the moment, we can’t have another day like yesterday.”

Sabrina sighed. “Fine, fine. It’s important, I know. We need to stay on task. No distractions.”

“Even by text,” you said.

“What?” Sabrina gasped, faking shock. “You think I would try and circumvent the rules like that?”

“You already have a queue of photos you were planning on sending him today, don’t you?” Gemma asked.

“I wouldn’t call it a queue, it’s just one or two.”

You rolled your eyes. “And what were you going to do after work when we weren’t going to meet up?”

The elevator dinged, reaching the office floor, and opened for you. You had remembered to press the button this time rather than getting caught in the elevator just sitting and talking.

“Film some content,” Sabrina said quietly. “The Fans are really taking to this whole DD thing. Half of the messages I get are asking who you are, and a bunch more are just asking for more.”

You sighed. “OK. I think O.F. conversation is off the table at work too. For safety.”

“Fi-ine,” Sabrina sighed.

The three of you went to the intern office, and Sabrina went off with Gemma to help deliver the coffees around the office while you got settled in.

The work day seemed to crawl by. As usual, Eric was only slightly obnoxious and generally spent more time on his phone browsing dating apps than he did working. You were pretty sure he was juggling three of four of them at this point. Andy fulfilled his requisite number of almost-falling-asleeps.

By the time lunch came around, you were antsy. You and Gemma and Sabrina hadn’t had your usual level of banter going on. Gemma hadn’t teased you once, and Sabrina was trying to bury herself in her work. You decided that if the three of you continued like this you might just explode and do something stupid, so you dipped out over lunch telling the girls (and guys, though they were less curious) that you needed to run a quick errand. Instead of just going into the bodega outside the office building, you jogged down the street and around the corner to the pharmacy.

You were back before the others, who were taking their time in the bodega, and quickly scribbled out the notes you wanted and slid your little gifts under the screens of Gemma and Sabrina’s closed laptops. When the four of them returned to the office, the guys didn’t question you but both of your girls gave you questioning looks as they saw you just had a couple of protein bars and a Gatorade for lunch.

Gemma was the first one to find her card, opening her laptop as she sat down to eat the salad she’d purchased. She cocked her head and smiled at you with a question in her eyes, and she opened the envelope and quickly looked at the front and opened it. Her smile grew as she read the note, and she barked a laugh which drew the attention of the others.

“What was that?” Eric asked, his face already half-stuffed with the sandwich he’d purchased.

“Nothing, nothing,” Gemma shook her head. “I just got a really good note, that’s all.”

Sabrina was curious and craned her neck to look at Gemma’s lap, where she noticed the envelope. She looked to you, but you played dumb and didn’t meet her eyes, just drumming the top of your laptop absently with your fingers as the only clue.

“What kind of note?” Eric pressed on with Gemma. “Wait, are you on Hinge? Or Bumble? Because they seem dead today but I don’t know if it’s just me and I need to update or something.”

“Nope, definitely not on any dating apps,” Gemma shook her head. “Why would I need one?”

“To date?” Andy said. “How else are you supposed to meet people?”

Gemma cocked her head, giving Andy an incredulous look. “By going out… literally anywhere? You met me and Sabrina a month ago, maybe if you’d asked us out one of us might have said yes.”

“Wait, really?” Andy asked.

“Don’t bother asking Gemma,” Eric said and turned to you. “I’m guessing if Gemma isn’t on apps, you two are a thing now? Or is it just casual and you’re both playing the field?”

“Hey, Sabrina,” Andy said. “If Gemma is dating John, do you want to go out with me this weekend?”

Sabrina had actually found your envelope and was giggling softly to herself at your message to her when Andy asked her the question. She looked up a little confused for a second and needed to tune back into what he’d just said. “What do you mean ‘if Gemma is dating John?’ Am I just your second choice or something?”

“Sabrina,” Erica said, talking over Andy’s verbal stumbling to explain. “Would you like to go out tomorrow?”

“Sorry, I’ve got plans. Really big ones,” Sabrina said, and then glanced over at you with a smirk.

“Well, how about Sunday?” Erica pressed.

“I dunno, I might be busy then too,” Sabrina said. “Honestly, my plans might run all weekend.”

“How do you have plans all weekend? I can barely keep plans together for a couple of hours.” Eric asked. “What kind of friends do you have that just go and go and go?”

Sabrina hiccuped, trying to hold in a laugh, and Gemma coughed as she grinned into her fist and looked at you. “I just found some really good friends,” Sabrina said. “They take their time, have fun with everything. We can just sit for hours, and then do something really active. Get messy together. You know, friend stuff.”

“Oh, you’ve got girlfriends coming in from out of town or something,” Eric said. “You could have just said that.”

Sabrina didn’t bother to correct him, she just smiled and shrugged.

As you all finished your meals - though you didn’t exactly fill up with the protein bars - Gemma and Sabrina took photos of their cards and sent them to your group chat.

Gemma’s card was a cheap, goofy Anniversary card that had a wedding cake on the front with several pieces cut out of it. It said ‘Happy 4th Anniversary’ across the front, but you’d written ‘Day’ in sharpie between the 4 and Anniversary. Inside there was a cartoon couple microwaving pieces of the cake and the message said, ‘I think it’s safe to eat the rest of the cake now.’ More importantly, you’d written ‘Gemma, I am so excited to spend more time with you tonight. Even if the jokes are crummy, the drinks are watered down and we get ripped off by our Uber driver on the way home, it will still be amazing because it’s you and me. Just promise to hold my hair back if we get too weird tonight :P. XX John.

Sabrina’s card was just as corny and cheap, but was titled ‘I’m So Sowwy’ on the front with a big, sad-eyed puppy. On the inside the same puppy was being cuddled by another puppy and the quote was, ‘It’ll get better. Pwomise.’ You’d written, ‘BFWMB, You might be alone tonight, but I promise that you will find complete satisfaction tomorrow. We’ll just keep trying until you’re so satisfied you can’t stand right. Deep breath, DD.’

Gemma: BFWMB?

Sabrina: Best Friend With Major Benefits.

Gemma: Bahaha, that’s so good!

Chapter 73

After work you rushed back to the apartment - the time crunch was real if you were going to make it to Gemma’s for your 6:30 meetup. The problem was ‘rushing,’ when you were relying on public transit, was mostly just running and then waiting at a bus stop or deciding to take an Uber. And while you certainly weren’t broke, you weren’t exactly swimming in cash working a shit-paying internship and you were now dating.

And dating added up quickly, especially when you were Ubering places.

All your rushing got you home about five minutes earlier than usual, and you entered the apartment to find Mosche sitting on the kitchen counter eating your bag of chips.

“Oh, hey dude,” he said. “What’s up?”

“Hey,” you said. “You’re going up for the open mic at Curly’s, right?”

“Yeah, man. I’m supposed to meet Tantric Girl there too. Are you coming out tonight?”

“Yes, and I’m bringing a date,” you said. “Can you please promise me not to try out your crowd work on us? I promise we’ll laugh at all your jokes.”

“Oh, yeah, sure dude,” Mosche said. “Are you bringing that Sabrina girl? She was cute as hell.”

“No, I’m bringing this girl Gemma,” you said, already unbuttoning your office shirt and edging towards the hall and your bedroom for the summer.

“Oh, should I not bring up Sabrina around her? That would be awkward, right?”

“Actually, that’s not a problem,” you said. “Gemma is the girl Sabrina was getting ready for me to go out with on Tuesday.”

“Oooh, cool,” Mosche said. “How’s that… going?”

“Good,” you said. “Actually, really good, but I gotta go, dude. I’m supposed to be across town in like thirty minutes. I’ll see you at the show.”

“Awesome, dude! Thanks for supporting the art,” Mosche called after you.

It was funny - ever since Sabrina had torn through your wardrobe trying to put together a date outfit on Tuesday you had been judging your own clothes more harshly. You decided to just use the secondary outfit Sabrina had been considering, trusting her judgment for clothes over your own at this point.

Ten minutes after you entered the apartment, you were back out of it and trying not to jog too quickly and break out into a sweat as you headed down the street. You texted Gemma, asking her what colour she was going to wear. She sent you back a picture that looked like she’d zoomed way in on a piece of blue fabric, but you couldn’t even tell if you were looking at a hem or fold or what.

Two blocks over you entered a florist shop and started holding the picture up to the various flowers. One of the workers came over to ask if you needed help, and you ended up explaining the whole thing with the matching flower on your first date with Gemma, and soon you had both workers helping you out as they tittered over how cute you were being.

You ended up with a bright blue flower that looked sort of like a daisy. You didn’t even know what the hell kind of the flower it was - your mind was almost entirely on getting to Gemma’s place and what was waiting for you.

One Uber ride later, you were waiting at the elevator in her building when it dinged and opened, and you were stopped in your tracks as you came face to face with Lucy. Your ex. And she was dressed to the nines in a short, little black dress and tall heels.

She looked you up and down and scoffed. “Really?” she asked.

“What?” you asked back.

“You’re such a fucking nerd,” Lucy said. “You look like a dork, and you're coming to pick her up with a flower? Not even a rose or something?”

“This is our second date,” you said. “I think roses have a little more symbolism than that.”

“Whatever,” she scoffed. “Get out of my way. I have a dinner date.”

“Well, you look nice,” you said, wanting to tell her off but deciding to keep up your ‘kill her with kindness’ routine that you’d started last night. “I hope you have a great time.”

She just narrowed her eyes at you as she walked past, and you didn’t even glance down at her ass to watch her walk away. First, because you fucking knew she was going to look back to try and catch you doing it. Second, because there was a way nicer ass waiting for you just one elevator ride away.

“Why the fuck do I feel nervous?” you muttered to yourself in the elevator. Gemma was great, and she liked you. Kissing her felt natural as hell. You’d already been on one date, and other than the disastrous end of finding out she was living with Lucy, it had gone pretty much as great as you could hope for.

Plus, there was all the stuff you’d done between you, her and Sabrina.

There was only one answer for your nerves. You really liked her.

You weren’t even downbad or particularly horny after a long dry spell. You’d fucked Sabrina less than twenty-four hours ago. Twice.

Off the elevator, you walked to Gemma’s apartment door and made sure you were straightened out, and fixed your hair a little, and checked the flower was all good. And you knocked.

“I got it, it’s for me,” you heard Gemma call from somewhere inside. Just on the other side of the door you heard her approach with a tapping of heels on the floorboard.

Then she opened the door, and you saw her smile with bright red lipstick and her makeup done up beautifully, and your heart surged into your throat. “Hey, John,” she said. “Come on in.”

Chapter 74

Gemma was wearing blue heels and a beat-up, worn bathrobe.

“Hey you,” you said, stepping into the doorway and leaning down to kiss her softly. She put her hand on your arm, holding you in place as she kissed you back a little firmer, slipping just a touch of tongue into it.

“Hi,” she grinned again.

She closed the door and you lifted the flower. “This is for you, but it looks like you’re not quite matching with it yet.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, taking the flower and smelling it lightly. “And I think it will match my dress wonderfully when I finally get it on. But for now, it also matches something else. Want to see?”

“Of course,” you said.

She took your hand and quickly led you through the apartment and to her room. With Lucy obviously out, you weren’t sure who else was there because you didn’t see her other roommates. Inside her room she closed the door and then turned to you, kissing you again. “You look nice,” she said. “Another Sabrina outfit?”

You chuckled. “The runner-up from Tuesday,” you admitted. “I think I need to do some clothes shopping if I’m going to keep up in the aesthetic department with you.”

“That would probably be a fun date,” Gemma said, still in your arms. “Letting me and Sabrina treat you like a dress-up doll.”

“Only if I get to treat you as a dress-up doll right back,” you said.

“Mmm, let me guess. You’d like to do that in Victoria’s Secret?”

“Well, you’re the one who suggested it now,” you said. “So that or Walmart?”

She rolled her eyes and kissed you again. “Want to see my dress for tonight?”

“Yes,” you said.

She broke from your arms and went to her bed, lifting the blue dress you had spotted and held it up against her body. It was another summer dress, baby blue with little white dots in a splatter effect that had a full square-necked top and a flowy bottom that looked pretty short. She held up the flower you’d given her next to her ear to show you the matching. “Looks good?”

“Looks great,” you said. “You’re radiant.”

She smirked and hung the dress over her desk chair, and carefully put the flower on her desk, before slipping off her robe and turning to you, posing in nothing but bright, vibrant blue lingerie. The bra was silk fronted with a fringe of lace, cupping her large breasts securely and hinting at the depth of cleavage as they pushed together. The bottoms were see-through lace of the same vibrant blue, cupping her slightly tanned hips and mound tight enough to show a bit of camel toe.

“How about now?” she asked.

You had no words. You tried to find them, but your tongue had been stunned. So instead you stepped forward and scooped her up into your arms bridal-style. She whooped in surprise as you did it, throwing her arms around your neck as she started laughing, and then you kissed her.

“That good, huh?” she asked breathlessly once the kiss pulled back.

“Wow,” you said.

You took two steps over to the bed and lowered her down onto it, kissing her the entire way. Coming down on top of her, she laid back as you made out with her slowly. She kept trying to pull at your shirt, but you grabbed her hands and held them down to the bed, making her squeak in appreciation as you took command of her.

Kissing her was great. Amazing. But there was so much more you wanted to do with her.

You left her lips, kissing down her chest and through her cleavage, then down her stomach. Gemma had the kind of stomach of a woman who was fit, but not hitting the gym super hard or blessed with thin genetics like Sabrina. Her stomach was toned but soft, and it fluctuated as she breathed in and out in anticipation as you kissed down passed her navel and towards her panties.

Once in position between her legs, you lightly kissed her mound over the panties and looked up her body to her eyes.

“I’d be happy if you just fuck me,” Gemma offered.

You scoffed lightly. “I’m not looking to make you happy,” you said. “I’m looking to get you screaming my name as you see stars.”

That made her grin and blush. “I’m not as kinky as Sabrina,” she said.

“Says you,” you countered. “We’ll see.”

You started by kissing her again through the panties and working your way down that thin, near-transparent fabric to her hidden lips. She was wet in anticipation and you could already taste her through the panties. Gemma spread her legs wide, opening herself for you as you began to lick, and then make out with her pussy through her panties. They soaked through from your spit, giving you an even better look at her pussy beneath the blue lace. Her flushed outer lips were thick and prominent, and slowly the wet crotch of the panties began to bunch up and slide between them, giving you more and more skin-to-tongue access.

“Oh, fuck,” Gemma moaned, her Aussie accent crooning in the air as you slowly worked her pussy with your tongue and lips. “John, fuck, stop teasing me.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, pulling back.

“I said stop teasing me,” she said.

“Hey now,” you said. “You’re not the one in charge down here, I am. And I’ll tease you all I want, got it? Your pleasure is my responsibility, and I take that very seriously.”

Gemma bit her lower lip, her gaze like embers as she nodded silently in agreement. With your eyes locked, you slowly lowered your mouth back to her pussy and gave it a wide, slow lick, most of your tongue still on the soaked gusset of her panties but the outer edges sliding against her flushed labia.

She quivered, and her legs flexed, but she didn’t complain. And then you kissed her right inner thigh, leaving her pussy altogether, and then lightly took some of that soft skin between your teeth and gave her the lightest little nibble and suck. She hissed in a breath through her teeth when you did it, and she watched you with big eyes.

You did the same thing to her other thigh, then lower, right in the crook of her leg.

“John? Please?” Gemma murmured. “I’m so fucking horny for you.”

“One condition,” you said.

“Anything,” she readily agreed.

You waited a moment and then shrugged. “Naw, I’m having fun. I’m going to keep teasing you.”

“John!” she said, but then gasped as you buried your mouth on her mound again as pressed your lips firmly around her covered clit and sucked. “John,” she said again, crooning as pleasure began to fire up her nervous system.

Chapter 75

You wrapped your fingers into the elastic waist of Gemma’s bright blue panties and slowly pulled them down until they were bunched right over her mound before you broke off from sucking on her again. Then you raised up and pulled her thighs together so that you could carefully pull her panties off her completely, kissing her calves as you did so.

“What do you think, need a gag like Sabrina does?” you asked her with a teasing smirk, holding her wet panties up between you.

“God, maybe,” Gemma chuckled. “But not this time?”

You climbed up the bed to lay next to her. “Does that mean you’d want it at some point?” you asked. “You’d want me to get you dripping wet, your sexy lingerie getting soaked from all my teasing you, and then peel those wet panties off and say, ‘Open your mouth’ and you would do it knowing exactly where your sweet tasting panties were going to end up?”

“Fuck, John,” she exhaled heavily. “You’re asking me questions I don’t know if I want to know the answer to. My ex, he never-”

You kissed her, knowing there was a slight taste of her on your lips, and she didn’t seem to care.

“Don’t,” you said. “He’s not here. He’ll never be here again. This is between you and me, and what we want. What you want. Because what I want is to make you come so hard that you turn into a puddle that physically can’t get out of bed without a long rest.”

“That would sort of ruin our date,” Gemma laughed softly.

“Maybe, but would it really?” you asked.

“I guess not,” she smiled, and then kissed the tip of your nose. “Yes.”

“Yes?” you asked.

“Yes, between you and me,” she clarified, “I would let you stuff my wet panties in my mouth to muffle my screams as you turn me into an orgasm-puddle.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smiled, kissing her shoulder. “What about tonight? Right now? How do you want this to go? Assume that I’m going to bury my tongue into you as the first thing after this talk.”

Gemma closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She was still laying on her back, and you were laying beside her with one hand stroking the soft skin of her stomach. “I- Fuck, I’ve thought about this going so many ways,” she sighed.

“How about this,” you said. “Are you really an Anal Only girl, or was that a joke?”

That made her laugh louder. “John, of course I’m not that wild. Sure, yeah, I’m sort of petrified at the idea of getting pregnant and ruining my life. But I fixed that by getting an IUD, not by learning to only do anal. I’ve never actually even done anal before.” She suddenly got a little quieter and looked at you with concern. “That’s not- You weren’t like, counting on that or expecting it, were you?”

“Gemma, I’m not gonna lie and say I wouldn’t absolutely love to explore your ass as both of our first time doing anal,” you said. “But I sort of guessed it was a joke and another test. Fool me once at the bar, but you didn’t fool me twice at the park.”

“OK,” she sighed in reassurance and nodded.

“Now, after I lick you, and tongue you, and finger you,” you said. “Would you like me to fuck you, fuck you wild, or make love to you?”

“I want…” Gemma hedged, indecisive. “I want what you want.”

“That’s not an answer, love,” you said, kissing her shoulder again.

“Better,” she said.

“Hmm?”

“You threw it away better that time,” she smiled. “The pet name. It sounded natural.”

“Alright. It’s still not an answer though,” you said. “Fuck, or Make Love?”

“Make love,” she decided. “And tonight when we get back, then fuck me.”

You kissed her softly, running your hand up and down her belly. “OK,” you whispered into her lips. “I can’t wait to make love to you, love.”

“Not as natural that time,” she whispered back, smiling into your soft kisses.

“I felt it that time,” you teased back.

Then you slipped lower on the bed again, and took her legs in your hands and slowly spread her apart. She watched you gazing at her, and you took a deep breath and nodded. “You are absolutely wonderful,” you said.

“John, seriously, take off your shirt before I leak all over it,” Gemma smiled warmly.

You quickly did so, baring your torso. Gemma had kept her legs spread right where you’d left them, and you lifted one over your shoulder as you slid back between them, getting close to her pussy and taking a deep breath, then giving it a little lick with the tip of your tongue that made her quiver.

“Anyone ever tell you that you smell delightful?” you asked her.

“No,” Gemma said. “Do I?’

“Like heaven,” you said, and then slowly began to slide your tongue between those lips you’d already been kissing, tasting her from the very source and loving the hell out of it. Gemma quickly began to shift, writhing slowly on the bed as if you were tapping into her reflexes with each new place you prodded her with your tongue.

You started to bring your fingers into play, enjoying running them over her bald mound and squeezing the soft skin of her thighs to keep her in place. Then you did something you’d always been curious to do but hadn’t had the guts to, or necessarily the opportunity with someone you trusted. You placed your thumbs on each of Gemma’s outer labia, and you slowly spread her open. Truly open, with her inner labia spreading like a flower and seeing into the dark hole of her vagina proper.

Keeping her open like that, you slowly ran your tongue around the edge of that hole, then slipped it inside, tasting her fully as you groaned at the delightful sensations on your tongue and lips and Gemma moaned and whimpered softly. When you pulled your tongue back out, you looked inside her again and could see her inner walls flexing a little, and a goopy little bead of clear fluid seeping out of her.

“Fuck, you are so much more than hot,” you whispered to her, and began to make love to her with your mouth.

Chapter 76

The best part about eating out Gemma was her responsiveness. Everything you did brought a new little twitch, moan or whimper from her.

Her entire mound was shaved clean and smooth, and you made sure to let her know you appreciated every bare inch of her. You didn’t just drill your tongue into her, you worked all over her.

“John,” she moaned, enjoying you kissing the crook of her leg in a brief respite from sucking on her puffy labia. You slowly dragged your tongue into the centre of her pussy again and lapped firmly against her hole, gathering that delightful little ooze of her juices into your mouth.

“Yes?” you hummed quietly, running your hands up from her legs to her stomach, spreading your fingers along her sides to hold her in place as you began to tease her clit. Every time you did that she had a tendency to try and curl a little sideways, the leg that you didn’t have over your shoulder trying to bend back.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. “Yes, please.”

“Please what, love?” you teased her.

That made her giggle, and you drilled your tongue into her again as you nudged her clit with your nose at the same time.

“Please never stop,” she whimpered, reaching down and holding your wrists.

“I’m going to need to eventually,” you said with a smile, and kissed her pussy lightly. “Unless you’ve decided it’s just an oral date today, but I don’t think that’s it.”

“God, no,” Gemma said. “I take it back. Please stop immediately and put your dick in me.”

“Not yet,” you grinned and held her down firmer, starting to really work her out.

Gemma squirmed and moaned. She would vacillate between throwing her head back with her eyes closed and looking down at you with dreamy eyes. You enjoyed every second of it.

“I’m close,” she moaned.

“How close?” you asked.

“Almost- Almost-” she panted. Her chest was heaving, still clad in that beautiful blue bra.

“Don’t,” you told her, but you didn’t stop playing with her.

“What? Whyyyy?” she whined.

“Hold it for me,” you said.

“I’m not Sabrina,” Gemma said, opening her eyes and looking at you fiercely.

You left her pussy and quickly crawled up her body, kissing her firmly as you palmed her wet pussy and ran two fingers against her hole. “I know,” you whispered to her. “You’re my beautiful, amazing, genius, teasing Gemma. But I told you I’m in charge down there right now, right? Do you trust me?”

“Fuck,” she whispered back, her breath on your lips. “Yes.”

“So when I tell you to hold it?”

“I’ll try,” she whimpered, humping her pussy at your fingers to try and get you to penetrate her, but you didn’t.

“Just trust me, love,” you said.

“You’re still using it wrong,” she chuckled softly, closing her eyes and biting her lip as you continued to tease her.

“I know,” you said. You kissed her again and then dipped back down, starting to eat her out again.

“John,” she gasped again. “I’m- I’m trying-”

“Keep going,” you said, taking a break from teasing her clit with your lips.

“I can’t,” she hiccuped. “It’s almost… I’m almost…”

You spread her wide again, looking into that delicious pink pussy as you said, “Now.” And you blew cold air against her pussy in an incessant little stream as she let go and her hips ground in circles and her cunt started spasming. It was weird and wonderful, and as more of the viscous girlcum started oozing out of her you drove your tongue into her and slurped it up.

“Oh my Gawd!” Gemma shouted, heaving from the sudden change in stimulation as her orgasm redoubled and rolled through her all over again. She reached down and ran her fingers through your hair and got a grip on you, pulling you deeper against her cunt, her body tensing several times as the orgasm worked through her. Then her fingers went soft in your hair, and her body relaxed, and you rained kisses onto her pussy instead of drilling her with your tongue.

“John?” she asked.

“I’m not done down here yet,” you said.

She half-laughed, half-sobbed and gave in. You rode her cunt through two more orgasms, working her up each time and asking her to hold it for you. She did, a little longer each time, and each one getting a little stronger than the last. And each time more of her girlcum oozed out of her.

After the third orgasm you climbed up the bed again, lying next to her and hugging her to you as she panted and came down. Gemma clung to you, and lightly kissed your chest.

“Are you finally done down there?” she asked you quietly.

“I think I got what I wanted,” you smirked. “For now.”

She rolled her eyes. “Make love to me, John. With your dick this time, please.”

You weren’t sure why, but that got you laughing, and then Gemma started laughing as well, and for the next little while you both couldn’t get your giggle fit under control. Finally, even through the giggles, you started kissing again. You relaxed against each other, and Gemma started undoing your briefs while you slid a finger up and down her pussy, and then slowly inserted it into her.

She sighed happily, looking into your eyes as she got your pants as low as she could while you were both still laying down, and started running her fingers along your hard cock through your boxer briefs.

“I’ve been literally dreaming of this cock,” she smiled into your lips.

You kissed her. “I’ve been dreaming of you.”

“Dreaming, or fantasizing?” she asked.

“Both,” you said.

She smiled and wormed her fingers into the hole at the front of your boxers. As she did you added a second finger into your slow penetration of her pussy, and her eyes closed halfway as she revelled in the sensations.

“You made me pick the speed,” she said quietly. “So you pick the position. How are you going to make love to me, John?”

Chapter 77

The first thing you did was slide off your pants and underwear, your cock springing up to full attention. Then you sat on the bed and pulled Gemma to you so she was sitting with her bra-clad tits to your chest, her legs raised over your hips and resting behind you on the bed.

The two of you made out slowly. You let your hands roam from her hips to her sides and back, then up to her neck and into her blonde hair. She kept one hand on your cock, pressed between the two of you, slowly sliding her fingers around the head and down the shaft, while her other hand hung onto the back of your neck, keeping your lips pressed to hers.

It was intimate and warm, and you enjoyed every moment of it. Feeling close to her.

Gemma’s fingers ended up coated in precum as all the sexual activity and teasing came to a head. Then without a word between the two of you, Gemma broke the kiss and raised her hips up, positioning you at her entrance, and sat down onto your cock slowly. She whimpered twice, your eyes locked with hers, slowing her descent as her pussy hugged and squeezed you and stretched to accommodate.

Then she settled down, even closer than before, and you kissed her again. The kisses were lighter. Tender. Neither of you wanted to stop, but you also wanted to enjoy the feeling of you inside her for the first time.

“I love you,” you whispered to Gemma.

“John,” Gemma replied, softly and with a hint of worry.

“Shhh,” you hushed her. “I know. But I want to make a deal with you. Love is a big word, but I want to use it as shorthand. So for this summer, can the word ‘love’ just be code for ‘I find you utterly attractive, enjoy every moment I’m with you, and have a big romantic crush on you even though our situation is weird and we have a time limit?’”

She looked into your eyes, hers big and starting to brim with tears, and she nodded and then kissed you. As she did her hips circled slowly, stirring you inside of her. “I love you, too, love,” she said when she pulled back from the kiss.

“Now you’re using it wrong,” you smiled, hugging her to you.

“It’s all about the context,” she whispered back.

You held each other for a bit, her rotating her hips and you with your hands on her ass to help while she clung her arms around your neck.

Your orgasm came on suddenly - one moment you were feeling good, revelling in the warmth of her. The next you felt the tight surge.

“Fuck,” you said. “Gemma, I’m going to-”

“Shh,” she hushed you. Gemma kissed you again, her tongue sliding between your lips as she kept up the slow rotation of her hips.

“Condom,” you murmured into her lips, reminding her that you didn’t have one on.

She just kept grinding on you.

And there was nothing you could do. You came.

The orgasm rolled through you, and you felt every inch of your hot cum roll up through your cock and blast into Gemma’s pussy. The first one sent her cunt into its own tensing spasm, and the two of you came together, holding each other close as you sat on her bed. You weren’t sure when the kiss stopped, but you both rode the waves of your orgasms, her nose pressed up against the side of yours as your lips just barely touched, your breath mingling between you.

You dumped five heavy spurts into her. You were worried she was going to regret it, that her fears would rise up. But she surprised you. Instead of disengaging, of needing to have a conversation, she started to roll the both of you over without you disengaging from her. Soon, after going to your sides first, you were over top of her with Gemma on her back, and you were still hard inside of her in the missionary position.

“Can you keep going?” she asked you, reaching up and holding your cheeks.

“Looks like it,” you smiled, sliding slowly through her messy cunt.

She pulled you down and kissed you, and you began to thrust into her at a lazy but determined pace.

“I love you, too,” Gemma said.

“I didn’t say it that time,” you reminded her.

“Yes you did,” she said. “You said it with your eyes. And a little with your cock.”

You sighed a laugh and kissed her again.

She hugged you down onto her, and the two of you pressed as much of you against each other as you could. Gemma wrapped one of her legs around your hip as you continued to slowly fuck her and make out.

“Not quite what you promised me,” she whispered with a smile in your ear.

“Hmm?” you asked. “We aren’t done yet.”

“No. That one time you told me our first time together you would start by laying me down and prone boning me because you wanted to feel as much of me against you as you could. I think I masturbated to that a half dozen times.”

You chuckled. “I wish I could have seen that.”

“Maybe some other time,” she said. “But only if you jerk off with me.”

“Mutual masturbation, huh?” you asked.

“I’ve never had a guy willing to do that,” she said, biting her lip.

“I’ll gladly jerk off with you, love,” you said with a smile.

“Such a romantic,” she said dramatically, and then kissed you again.

“To be fair,” you continued after the kiss. “When I promised the prone bone you were still maintaining that you only did it in that gorgeous butt of yours.”

“Fair. And I did love how we actually started. And this.”

You continued the slow thrust, and Gemma started to show signs of working towards another orgasm. You kissed your way down her throat. “I want to leave a hickey on you,” you said.

“Don’t,” she gasped.

“I know, I won’t,” you said. “I just want you to know that I want to.”

“God you turn me on, John,” Gemma gasped.

“Gemma, I’m going to come again soon,” you told her.

“Whenever you want, love,” she said.

“What about you? You’re close,” you said.

She nodded.

“How close?”

Gemma closed her eyes and started to orgasm, and this time you followed her into it as her interior walls bore down on you, and you came into that writhing, squeezing pussy of hers again.

As you came down from it, you lifted yourself off of Gemma and slid to the side, still partially laying on top of her but letting the bed take your weight.

“God. Fucking. Damn,” Gemma sighed. “When I picked you making love to me, I didn’t realize I’d fall in love with you the first time.”

“I wasn’t expecting it either,” you said. “But you slipped that one time, and then started calling me ‘love’ and I liked it. I’m happy you love me.”

“I’m happy you love me too,” Gemma said. “Every part of the codeword is true.”

You both laid there for a long moment, and then Gemma’s eyes snapped open. “Oh, crap,” she said. “That’s not something I’m used to.”

Chapter 78

“What aren’t you used to?” you asked, a little concerned.

Gemma blushed a little and glanced down your bodies, then back up to you. “So, I may have pulled a Sabrina...” she said. “I’ve never let a guy come inside me before.”

You looked at Gemma with concern, worried she was upset, but she was looking at you so earnestly that your worry faded. “Why?” you asked, not sure how you wanted to word the question.

“Because the last week has been better than my entire relationship with my Ex was, despite the fact that I’m sharing you with Sabrina,” she said. “Because I didn’t want to stop. And because I love you, too.”

You kissed her again, the only thing you could really think to do with your mouth to try and explain to her how what she said affected you.

“Stop,” she said, smiling into your lips after a long kiss. “The thing I’m not used to is the mess afterwards.”

“Oh. Leakage?” you asked.

“I’m currently clenching my vagina so fucking hard to try and stop your load from seeping out of me,” she started giggling.

“Can I see?” you asked.

“You want to see it coming out of me?” Gemma asked, a little surprised.

“Gemma, you are absolutely a walking wet dream for me,” you said. “And knowing I put those loads inside of you has me half-hard again already. Fuck, I went twice in a row without any wait time!”

“OK,” she agreed. “Fuck, this is kinky. Grab that towel over there, I don’t want cum on my sheets - we’re still coming back here tonight for round three.”

You got off the bed and grabbed the towel, and Gemma lifted her hips so you could spread it out underneath her. Then she spread her legs, and you got between them like you were going to eat her out again. Her pussy was messy and swollen, a mix of your cum and her cream glistening on her already.

“Ready?” she asked.

“And excited,” you said.

“OK, here goes,” Gemma said, and you could see a fluctuation in her lower abdomen and a little bit around her pussy as she relaxed, and then pushed out a bit. Her pussy opened up and a pearly white dollop of cum started to ooze out of her.

“Fuck me,” you said, watching with wide eyes as your creampie slowly rolled out of her. “God, you are amazing.”

Gemma snorted and laughed, making her pussy flex with her diaphragm, and another glob slid out of her.

“You are such a perv,” she grinned at you.

“A perv who loves every inch of you,” you said.

“Actually, speaking of pervs,” Gemma said, and reached over to her side table and grabbed her phone. “Take a picture for Sabrina. Make sure you don’t get my face.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Yes, absolutely,” Gemma smirked. “After yesterday? She teased me so much, I can’t not get her back for that.”

“Alright,” you said, and took a couple of pictures for her. Then she spread her pussy lips with her fingers, making the whole thing even more lewd, and you took a couple more.

“Can you wipe me up a little while I pick one to send?” Gemma asked as you handed her back her phone.

“Of course,” you said, and used the towel to softly wipe the dripping cum from her ass, your fingers brushing between her cheeks and over her asshole, then carefully around her pussy.

Gemma scanned through the options quickly and you heard the whoosh of a sent file, then another one. Your phone bingled a received text. “I sent them all to you,” she said. “Just one to her.”

“I promise I’ll never share them,” you said.

Gemma smiled. “I know you won’t.”

Then her phone went off and she laughed. “Sabrina says ‘Lucky Bitch!’” She started typing but another message came through. “Oh my god,” she laughed again, blushing.

“What is it?” you asked.

“She offered to come over and lick it out of me,” Gemma laughed. Then she started typing, narrating as she went. “I am a lucky bitch, but this is my cum. You have to earn your own.”

It was weird and strange and surreal for your girlfriend to be telling your Friend with Benefits that she was going to need to earn your cum herself. With Gemma as clean as you were going to get her with the towel, you climbed up on the bed and she let you shift her on her side so you could spoon behind her.

Gemma grinned and took another photo, this one of just your faces and not showing anything below the neck. She set that as your Caller ID for her phone.

“Guess I shouldn’t use one of the pictures you just sent me for you on my phone, huh?” you asked.

“Oh god, can you imagine?” Gemma laughed. “You’re in a meeting with one of the Partners and I don’t know, and I call you about something and that is what shows up on your screen?”

“The response might depend on who the partner is,” you grinned.

She just shook her head and rolled her eyes, settling down on the pillow. You laid there for a little bit, naked and spooned together comfortably. Your hand was again on her stomach, just softly playing your fingers on her skin and tickling her belly button every once in a while, which made her twitch and squirm.

“So you never went for my tits,” Gemma said after a while.

“I assumed if you wanted me to, you would have taken off the bra,” you said.

“They aren’t too big, are they?” she asked. “Sabrina has such a cute chest, and I’m hauling around these-”

You interrupted her by lifting your hand to cup and squeeze one of her breasts through her bra. “You are beautiful,” you said. “And I want to spend days just exploring every inch of these magnificent breasts.”

“You haven’t even seen them,” she said, and you could hear the smirk on her lips.

“Gemma, if you ever try to disparage your boobs, me and your vagina and your booty are going to sit down and organise an intervention,” you said.

“Oh, yeah?” she chuckled. “You’re going to turn my own pussy and ass against me, huh?”

You kissed her neck and shoulder. “It’s too late, you already missed the part where I made a deal with your pussy. Remember that long conversation I had earlier with it? That was your pussy and I in negotiations. She's a shrewd negotiator, but I got her to sign on the dotted line.”

“You’re getting ridiculous now,” she sighed.

“Good,” you said. “I’m just matching your energy of maligning your mighty mammaries.”

Gemma snorted hard and long, your alliteration getting her right in the funny bone.

Chapter 79

Eventually you checked the time and realized you had to rush to get ready for the actual date. Gemma tossed you a second robe she had, which barely covered your ass and didn’t cover the bottom half of your dick. Seeing you in the robe made Gemma almost fall over she was laughing so hard, but she said you should just hold your junk as you went down the hall to the washroom.

“Lucy is out, and Becca and Charlotte are probably cooking dinner,” she said. “We aren’t going anywhere near the kitchen.”

“Fine,” you sighed, cupping your soft cock.

Gemma checked the hallway, and then you both darted the half dozen steps to the washroom. Once inside you both quickly stripped and Gemma revealed her tits to you for the first time. They were big and wonderful pillows that hung with a delightful natural weight. Her areolas were wide circles of a dull, soft pink with pretty gumdrop nipples.

It took you both about five minutes to actually get into the shower together because you immediately set to work trying to prove to Gemma that her breasts were the most wonderful things you had ever seen. Stepping under the water didn’t deter you, and you had a very fun time soaping Gemma up and rinsing her off as she held her blonder hair up on her head to keep it from getting wet.

Your hands travelled everywhere, and you revelled in the broad smile she had the entire time as you loved on her body. Then it was your turn, and as you blocked the shower spray with your body Gemma began the same process with you, soaping you up and feeling you all over. She gave you the same treatment she’d gotten, and soon you were hard again.

Gemma had just gone down to her knees and was teasing the tip of your cock with her tongue as you held her hair up for her when there was a banging on the bathroom door.

“What?” Gemma yelled over the noise of the shower.

“I need to pee! You’ve been in here twenty minutes,” someone shouted back.

Gemma stood up and made sure the shower curtain was fully blocking you both and shouted. “Come in.”

You heard the door open. “Sorry, I just really have to go,” Becca said. There was movement and you heard the toilet seat rattle. After a moment of standing under the shower with Gemma, both of you trying not to laugh at the situation, Becca spoke up again. “So… is that a one occupancy shower, or two?”

“Uh, two,” Gemma said.

“Nice,” Becca said. “Just remember the pipes aren’t designed for jizz, and all the hair you bitches shed clogs up the drain so one of us will end up needing to clean it out.”

“Well that wasn’t what I needed to hear,” you joked.

“Hey, it would be your jizz,” Becca laughed.

The toilet paper roll rattled a couple of times, and then the toilet flushed and Becca washed her hands. “Sorry for the interruption!”

“Hey, Becca, what’s the time?” Gemma asked her roommate.

“Um, like five to eight?” she said.

“Shit, we need to hurry. Hey Becca?”

“What’s up?” Becca asked.

Gemma slid the shower curtain aside, revealing the both of you naked and glistening with water, to Becca. Her pretty but boyish roommate was in the doorway, looking back, and her face lit up with laughter as Gemma flashed the both of you to her. Almost as soon as she’d done it, Gemma slid the shower curtain closed again, giggling.

“Damn, girl!” Becca called. “And nice dick, John!” Then she shut the door, leaving.

“Oh my God,” you laughed. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“I can’t either,” Gemma kept giggling. “I don’t know what came over me.”

You kissed her, and then she quickly finished getting you rinsed off. Once you were out of the shower, it was another mad dash to her room - being hard actually made it easier to hide your dick behind the too-short robe, but no one was waiting to catch you.

Gemma did a light touch-up of her makeup and fixed her hair while you dressed, and you helped her with the catch on her bra and zipped up the dress. It clung to her wonderfully, the square collar cut not showing any cleavage but the cut accenting her bust wonderfully.

“Last touch,” you said, picking up the flower you had brought and weaving it into her hair over her ear. She smiled widely again at this and you couldn’t help but kiss her. “God, you look so good I want to take it off of you and start all over again.”

“Charmer,” Becca shook her head with a smirk.

You took a selfie of the two of you to send to Sabrina, who replied that you looked great and asked if Gemma was wearing underwear. She was, but another pic of Gemma’s thong was enough to get Sabrina off her back as she declared it ‘sexy enough.’

Gemma grabbed a black clutch with her ID and wallet, and you started to head out but were stopped in the living area by Becca and Charlotte. Both of the women were standing with their arms folded and judgemental stares. Then they made a big production of pretending to be disapproving parents, with Charlotte asking questions about your intentions, while Becca paced around you as if inspecting your outfits for appropriateness.

“Alright, I guess you can go,” Charlotte finally passed her judgement, then broke into a grin. “Maybe next time we double date? Becca hasn’t taken me out in months.”

“Bitch, it’s been three weeks,” Becca laughed. “And we’re not even dating!”

“She keeps saying that, and yet we keep waking up in bed next to each other in the morning,” Charlotte said with a shake of her head. “It’s scandalous, really.”

Outside the apartment and waiting for the elevator, Gemma explained it to you because you were feeling lost as hell. “They’re fuckbuddies who are roommates,” she said. “Becca goes out on dates once a week, but Charlotte isn’t really looking. She’s happy with the way things are between them.”

“Sounds like a recipe for trouble,” you said.

“Maybe, but it seems to be working for them,” Gemma shrugged. “As long as it doesn’t collapse while I’m here, I’m just happy they are happy.”

Chapter 80

You took an Uber through the city to the comedy club and texted Mosche and he said he would meet you out front.

To be honest, getting dropped off right at the front door with its shitty little red carpet and gold-white lights lining the awning over it, you sort of felt like a celebrity. Not because of the setting or scenery, but because of Gemma.

“Have I mentioned you’re looking radiant?” you asked her as you helped her out of the back seat.

“You did, actually,” she smirked.

“Well, you are also ravishing,” you smiled.

“Oh yeah?” she asked, leaning close and dropping her voice. “So later on, am I doing the ravishing or you?”

“We can ravish each other,” you said and kissed her.

You took Gemma’s hand in yours and turned, looking for Mosche and not finding him. There was only a short line waiting to get into the club, which was minutes from opening, so you shrugged and walked with Gemma to the line. You chatted, held hands, and stole quick kisses.

When the door opened a big burly guy with a beard halfway down his gut came out and started carding people on their way in. He let the both of you in without any issues, and after paying a cover fee of fifteen dollars each, you immediately went to the bar. The comedy club wasn’t the nicest one in town, but Mosche said it was the best because of its history. He could rattle off dozens of names, only some of which you could recognize, of comedians that had performed or cut their teeth there.

“Two Brambles, please,” you said to the bartender.

“You remembered my drink,” Gemma grinned.

“Of course I did,” you said, kind of making a curious face. “You showed it to me four days ago, and it’s also delicious. How could I forget?”

Gemma glanced away and you realized you were turning a happy moment into a melancholic one for her due to memories.

“Hey, come back to me,” you said, squeezing her hand. “You’re here with me, in this club.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Nothing to be sorry for, love,” you said. “We can talk when you’re ready, but I figure maybe this isn’t the right place?”

She looked around and grinned. “Yeah, definitely not the right place.”

“Twenty bucks,” the bartender said, presenting our drinks.

Fuck me sideways, you thought.

You put a twenty and a five on the bartop, and he didn’t even say thank you as he walked away to other customers.

“Hey you guys,” Mosche said, appearing from somewhere around the back of the bar, his lanky gait making him stand out.

“Dude, I thought you were meeting us out front?” you asked.

“Oh, man, I totally forgot. I was talking with that girl I told you about, she’s here for Open Mic night, too.”

“Alright, well, Mosche, this is Gemma. Gemma, this is my roommate for the summer, Mosche,” you said.

“Hey there,” Gemma said.

“Whoa,” Mosche said. “You sound just like the Virgin Mobile answering machine lady.”

And thus began the most awkward conversation you thought you had ever seen Gemma be a part of, and that included the idiocy of Andy at work. She kept a smile on her face, but clearly she had been through all of the questions Mosche had dozens of times. He asked about dangerous animals. He asked about toilets flushing in the opposite direction. He cracked a joke about hanging off the bottom of the world. He even did a Crocodile Hunter impression. That was when you finally had to stop him because Gemma squeezed your hand.

“Alright, Mosche, alright,” you said. “I think that’s a little much.”

“Oh, is it too soon?” Mosche asked, honestly curious. “Everyone keeps telling me comedy is tragedy plus time.”

“No, I’ve just heard it before,” Gemma said.

“Oh, yeah I guess that isn’t very original material,” Mosche pondered. Then his face lit up and he waved someone over to us. The bar had been filling up, and people were already grabbing seats at the tables in the theatre area of the club. “This is the girl I was talking about. Tasha, hey, this is my roommate John, and this is Gemma. She’s Australian.”

You suppressed the eye roll you wanted to give him, and turned to the woman. She was slender, with a wavy blonde bob to her jawline and a very bohemian hipster look. She had a septum ring in her nose, and a chest tattoo of an octopus of all things. “Hey,” she said with a sultry grin.

You and Gemma both said hi, and then the conversation stalled for one painful moment as Mosche failed to bring her into the actual conversation. He just looked at her with a silly little grin on his face. “So I hear you’re going up tonight?” you asked Tasha. “Open Micing like Mosche?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “I’ve been doing my research for a while, putting together my tight ten. This is the third time I’m going up.”

“Nice,” Gemma said. “That’s exciting. Break a leg!”

“Thanks,” she said and practically eyefucked Gemma.

“Right, well, looks like we should probably try to grab a table,” you said. “Tasha, nice to meet you. Mosche, remember you promised not to practice your crowd work on us, yeah?”

“Fine, fine,” Mosche said.

“Oh my God,” Gemma murmured to you as you walked hand in hand into the tabled area. “Thank you for ending that.”

“I was just waiting for your signal,” you chuckled as you looked for a table. The place had filled up quickly and you were trying your damnedest not to need to head for the open table just to the right of the front of the stage.

“I gave you a signal?” Gemma asked.

“You squeezed my hand,” you said. “That wasn’t a signal?”

“I-” she blinked, as if surprised. “I guess it was.” Gemma started heading for that front-row table. “Come on, this is the only empty one.”

“I don’t know if we want it,” you said.

“What? Why? it’s a great view,” Gemma said.

She settled into a chair, and you sat down next to her. “Because,” you said. “This is the hot seat.”

She smirked. “Oh, it can’t be that bad.”

Chapter 81

The good news was that the show started off fine. The host, a pretty average-looking guy with a close-cropped beard, opened the Open Mic night with some bland jokes at the participant's expense, and reminded the crowd to tip their waitresses and to laugh or groan as much as they wanted.

Then he introduced the first ‘comedian.’ It was a big guy, heavily muscled and he looked like he was probably juiced up. He had an awkward start, catching a few chuckles from the crowd with his stiffness more than being funny. Each act was going to get ten minutes, and he went through his material in about six.

You and Gemma had spent more time looking at each other than the guy, and you had to assume he had noticed this.

“So I guess it’s time for me to do some crowd work,” he announced - already just a painful transition. Then he stomped across the stage right in front of you. “What’s your name, honey?”

You bristled at the audacity and glanced at Gemma to check if she wanted you to do anything, but she met your eye quickly and gave you a half-wink. “Gemma,” she said.

“And what’s a girl like you doing out with a guy like this?” he asked.

“Well, I thought we were at a comedy show, but it looks like they forgot to screen for funny,” Gemma retorted. She said it with a smirk, and I saw that the game was on.

The guy rocked back a bit as a couple of other people in the crowd chuckled. His nostrils flared and he frowned. “I’m not surprised really. I could feed you my funny bone and make you laugh over and over.”

“Oh, that explains everything,” you said, and turned to Gemma but kept talking loudly. “All the steroids shrunk his funny bone along with his cock.”

This got us a few more laughs, and the guy was starting to go red. He lifted an arm and flexed. To be fair to him, it was an impressive muscle, but he looked ridiculous doing it. “Boy, I could fold you in half and-”

“Alright, and that’s time for Corey Muscles,” the host said, stepping on stage and getting between the muscle-bound comedian and us. He said something to the guy away from the mic, and the guy backed off but didn’t stop glaring at us. Once he was gone, the host checked his clipboard. “Alright, let’s get a change of pace. Next up, give a warm welcome to the Mistress of Mayhem, Julie Miles!”

A woman, probably in her late twenties, strutted onto the stage wearing thigh-high black leather boots, booty shorts and a leather corset. To be quite frank, the outfit wasn’t working for her. She was built wide, and you would have been hard-pressed to find a way to consider her attractive. Thankfully you didn’t have to try and find a way to try to describe her, because once she stepped on stage she said. “What’s up, what’s up, party people! I’m Julie Miles, but I like my bitches to call me their Bull Dyke!”

It went downhill from there. She got some laughs based purely on how crude she was, but that was about it. About halfway into her set, she asked the audience, “So who here eats pussy?”

Several people in the crowd gave shouts from the darkness, and Gemma laughed and gave you a playful shove as you grinned at each other. Julie Miles, Bull Dyke must have seen it because she waddled over towards you. “Uh oh, looks like our princess over here has a frog on her hands. I saw that look, don’t tell me your date doesn’t work out at the Y!”

“Oh, he does,” Gemma grinned, reaching under the table and squeezing your knee out of sight. You knew she was both assuring you, and also asking you to let her take this one.

“Wait, is that an Australian accent?” Julie asked.

“Well it isn’t Scottish,” Gemma heckled.

“So then I guess you know all about going down under then, huh?” Julie retorted.

“Everything I know about it I’ve learned from him,” Gemma said, glancing at you with a smile.

“Oh, God no,” Julie scoffed. “Honey, let me tell you - you ain’t had a good pussy licking until you’ve been with a proper lesbian. Let me guess, he spends about five minutes down there, then pops up and sticks it in?” Julie seemed to have the sense to try and at least pivot into whatever joke she wanted to get to, but Gemma wasn’t letting her escape.

“Actually,” she said loudly. “It’s more like an hour of heaven.”

This stopped Julie in her tracks and forced her to pivot back to the conversation. “It takes him an hour to turn you on? Look, girly, if you want me to teach him some lessons I charge by the hour and I can’t be held responsible for your starting to question your orientation.”

To Julie’s credit, this netted her some laughs from the crowd.

“Oh, no,” Gemma said. “An hour gets me to orgasm number four or five. But if you want some lessons, I’m sure we could arrange a demonstration. You just gotta be careful, you might find your Bull Dyke status taking a trip back down the Kinsey scale.”

This set Julie back on her heel for a moment, and you could see the host hovering off the side of the stage, clearly annoyed that he might need to intervene again.

“Oh, honey. Seems like someone’s had too many drinks,” Julie said and turned back to the audience.

Gemma snorted. Loud and long. And the look on her face was screaming ‘Hah, coward.’

Julie stopped again. “You got a problem, bitch?”

This got some mutters from the crowd.

“Just waiting for you to say something that isn’t about someone’s pussy,” Gemma said. “Are you really that downbad that it’s the only thing on your mind, ever? You know you could always ring up an escort service, though they might charge you extra, wedged into those boots like that.”

“Aaaand that’s time,” the host said, sliding on stage and taking the mic from Julie before she could retort. “Alright, it’s a fun crowd tonight! Nice and rowdy, just the way we like it. Next up on the stage…”

Chapter 82

As the next act started, the host scuttled around through the crowd and approached your table.

“Hey,” he said to you and Gemma quietly. “Just so you know, heckling isn’t cool.”

“They approached us both times,” Gemma countered. “If they don’t want to take shit, they shouldn’t try to give shit.”

The host opened his mouth, but then frowned and nodded.

“Look, we’re just here to have a good time and support my roommate,” you said. “We’re not looking to start heckling.”

The host sighed. “Well, you’ve got two options. I can either move you to a new table and it’ll probably blow over, or if you two stay here it’s gonna become a thing. Benny up there doesn’t try to do crowd work, but a lot of the Open Mic performers try and fill time by practising crowd work even if they are shit at it. I guarantee they are already back there getting riled up by Corey and Julie, and we’ve got a couple of our semi-pro’s who won’t hold back.”

Gemma looked to you to see if you had an opinion. “I don’t care either way,” you said. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes,” Gemma smirked and turned to the host. “We’re fine where we are. We could use a waitress though. We’re going to need some beers if we’re going to do this right.”

“You got it, and your funeral,” the host shook his head with a wry grin.

By the time ‘Benny’ finished his lackluster spot, one of the waitresses had come over and taken your order.

The host got everyone to clap for Benny, and then told a couple of jokes that got more laughs than the first three acts put together, before introducing the next one.

And the host was right - this guy told about two minutes of minorly funny jokes, and then pivoted and started trying to engage you. He tried taking a shot at you for your job as an intern, which you pointed out you made more money in one summer than he would for a year of open mics. Then he tried to bash you for wanting to be a lawyer and you quipped that being a lawyer was a great way to learn to speak in public, and that maybe he should try some classes to figure out how to engage with an audience since you were all starting to fall asleep.

The next act came in hot, talking about young couples thinking they were hot shit but clearly they didn’t know anything because the divorce rate was skyrocketing. Then he asked Gemma if you were rich and she was a gold-digger, and warned you that you were going to be a statistic. Gemma asked how many times he’d been divorced, and that shut him up quickly.

The act after him was clearly the newest of all the wanna-be comedians who had been up so far. Each of his jokes he started with ‘So did you guys hear…?’ and he read a bunch of jokes about Australia off his phone. He got booed off stage, and you and Gemma didn’t even start it.

Then the Host introduced one of their ‘regular crowd favourites’, and you had to assume it was one of the semi-pros he had mentioned.

Oscar Benicio was a Hispanic guy who dressed up like an office worker, complete with a frumpy suit with a pocket protector and a ratty tie. He started his spot with gusto, and actually did start warming up the crowd, but you saw he kept glancing sideways at you and Gemma. When the waitress quietly circulating the room came to your table and you and Gemma started whispering your request for another pair of beers, he paced across the stage and cleared his throat into the mic. “Ahem. Children?”

You and Gemma turned to look at him, curious as to why he was interrupting something that everyone in the room was doing. You also heard the annoyed sigh of the waitress, who just wanted to take your order and get her tip.

“Children,” Oscar said again. “It’s rude to talk when someone else has the mic. Didn’t your parents teach you any better?”

You and Gemma glanced at each other, trying to decide who was going to take this one, and Oscar jumped on the hesitation. “That’s right, children. Behave, and maybe we’ll give you a sucker on your way out. People here paid for a show, not to listen to you talking.”

“Sorry, miss,” I said loudly to the waitress. “I guess we’re not allowed to order any drinks without upsetting wannabe George Lopez?”

“Hey, motherfucker,” Oscar said. “That’s fucking racist.”

“Why?” I asked. “Because you stole that second joke of yours from the third season of his show, or because you can’t actually think of anything funny to say?”

“What, hey, I didn’t steal any jokes!” Oscar fumed.

“Alright, dude,” you said. “Don’t freak out. Just go watch the show, I’m sure you just did it by accident.”

“What the fuck? Hey, security, get this punk out of here,” Oscar said.

The host, sighing and shaking his head, got up on stage and talked to Oscar, who shoved the mic into the host’s chest and stormed off.

“Did he really steal that joke?” the waitress asked you.

“I’ve got no idea,” you said. “I’ve never even seen an episode of the George Lopez show, but the way he got so pissed makes me wonder.”

Gemma laughed, and the waitress just rolled her eyes and took your order.

Tasha, the woman Mosche was interested in, was up next and she killed it, at least by the standard of the night so far. You and Gemma laughed supportively, which seemed to almost be like giving the rest of the room permission to laugh as well. Tasha obviously needed some more practice, but she was a solid entry for the night and you had to wonder if she was going to fall into the trap the others had. When she came over and sat on the edge of the stage next to you and Gemma, you got a little worried.

“Alright, so I’ve gotta ask,” she said, still holding the microphone. “Everyone backstage is fuming about ‘the blonde bimbo and the bean pole’ out here ruining the night. So blondie, I’ve got a question for you - he’s gotta be big, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Gemma said. “But that’s not why I’m with him. Just a happy surprise.”

“OK, but like, this big?” Tasha asked, holding the mic up and measuring with her hands.

“Bigger,” Gemma said.

“This big?” Tasha asked, moving her hands apart another inch.

Gemma just shook her head with a smile.

“This big?” Tasha asked, moving her hands another couple of inches.”

“That’s about right,” Gemma said.

“I don’t believe you,” Tasha said. “Girl, that kinda dick would end my life. There’s no way he’s that big.”

Gemma scooted her chair to the side and then reached into your lap, rubbing her hand down your cock and thigh until she was cupping the end, then she stretched your pants over it to show Tasha the outline.

“Holy shit, she’s not joking!” Tasha laughed. “She just showed me the outline of it in his pants, folks! God damn dude, if we hear about a girl murdered by clubbing tonight, we are all witnesses that you’re carrying a deadly object in your pants.”

Tasha pivoted, rounding out her ten minutes with a joke about her disappointment with her first ‘big dick’, which got some more laughs and light applause.

Mosche was next, and thankfully he didn’t eat shit and bomb. He wasn’t great either - Tasha was better than him already, to be honest, mostly due to her natural confidence - and thankfully he didn’t try and engage with you or Gemma.

The host announced an intermission, and you and Gemma stood up to stretch.

Chapter 83

Mosche met you and Gemma at the bar, Tasha in tow.

“Hey buddy,” you said. “That went great!”

“Yeah, thanks,” he said with a grin

“You did really well too, Tasha,” Gemma said. “Congratulations.”

“Ah, I still have a long way to go yet,” Tasha waved off the compliment. “You two definitely set a fire in the back room though. People are pissed no one is getting to you, and Oscar is furiously trying to figure out if he ripped off a joke from some old TV show or not.”

“Oops,” you said, not feeling bad at all.

“Just a forewarning, Tommy Lin came in randomly tonight - he’s one of the hotshots a lot of the semi-pros look up to because he’s a full-time comic. They’re all feeding him info and ideas to rip into you two,” Tasha said.

“Oh, it wouldn’t be that bad I don’t think,” Mosche said. “Tommy doesn’t really do crowd work.”

“I saw him deal with an actual heckler once though,” Tasha said. “He got the guy so mad that he actually took a swing at Tommy.”

You turned to Gemma. “You want to stick around for this, or maybe we take this date on the move and go for a walk?”

Gemma squeezed your hand twice, which you were holding down at your sides, as she seemed to think about it. “I dunno, what were you thinking?”

“There’s usually a gourmet hotdog food truck parked down the block from here on Fridays,” you said. “Let’s grab some food.”

“You just want to see me with a sausage in my mouth, don’t you?” Gemma smirked, making Tasha guffaw a bit and then laugh. It took Mosche a hot second to catch on to the innuendo.

“So what if I do?” you countered. “How’s that Nickleback song go? ‘Cause you look so much cuter with something in your mouth’?”

Gemma scoffed playfully and bit her bottom lip as she thumped you on the shoulder.

“From what I saw, he’s got a whole footlong for you,” Tasha teased Gemma. “If I were you, I wouldn’t even be stopping for food. We’d already be back at my place for some homemade gourmet snacks.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Gemma said, whispering conspiratorially. “This whole date is just intermission between the real fun.”

“Damn, girl!” Tasha laughed.

Back over at the stage, the host started talking into the mic and calling people back to their tables.

“Alright, we’re on our way out,” you said. “You two have fun with the rest of the night. Mosche, I don’t think you should expect me back at the apartment tonight.”

“Remember what I said,” Tasha grinned. “If a pretty blonde turns up dead on the news tomorrow, I’m letting the cops know you killed her with your cock.”

“Harrharr,” you said.

As you and Gemma turned towards the exit, you thought you heard Tasha say to Mosche, “So, you’ve got the apartment to yourself tonight, huh?”

Once you were outside of the club, you found the night had settled in and things had cooled off nicely. You spotted the food truck down the street and turned towards it.

“That was fun,” Gemma said, swinging your hands between you happily. “We should really go see an actual show this summer and not just an Open Mic though.”

“I’d like that,” you said. “Maybe we don’t sit in the front row for that, though.”

“What, afraid of taking on the pros?” Gemma grinned at you.

“No, I just don’t want to need to leave halfway through because the headliner doesn’t want to contend with you,” you laughed. “I can hold my own, but you destroyed that second woman with one hand tied behind your back.”

“Hey, John?” Gemma said.

“Mhmm?”

“I love you,” she said with a shy smile.

“I love you, too,” you smiled back. You stopped walking and she pressed her front to yours, tilting her chin up to kiss you lightly.

“My ex would have been embarrassed by tonight,” she said. “But you went along and rolled with the punches. And you made it feel totally normal to be saying ‘I love you’ even if it’s way too early. You’re making me feel really, really special.”

“That’s only because you are really, really special, love,” you said, holding her hips as you looked down at her in the light of the streetlamp.

She kissed you again, firmer and softer at the same time. Insistent. “Let’s eat,” she said quietly. “And then I want you to take me home and fuck me so fucking hard that I squirt like Sabrina did the other night.”

Now you kissed her, and then you walked down the rest of the way to the food truck. You ordered for both of you and Gemma insisted on paying since you had covered the club and drinks. A couple of the other people at the truck recognized you from the club and scowled at you - apparently, they thought you had ruined their night out. Then a trio of ladies came from down the other direction of the street, yammering loud and drunk about the club they had just left.

You saw Gemma listening in, and once the two of you had hungrily scarfed down your ‘gourmet’ hotdogs you tossed the trash. “Alright,” you asked. “Your place, or dancing?”

She beamed at you, confused and happy. “How did you know I was thinking that?”

“Because I’m paying attention, Gemma,” you said. “And I love you.”

“Every bit of the codeword, huh?” she asked.

“Every bit,” you said, nuzzling the tip of your nose against hers.

“Dancing, just for a bit,” she said. “I love dancing.”

“Then we’re dancing,” you agreed.

The club, a place inanely called ‘Here’, was a block away and you quickly found the line to get in. There were about a dozen people ahead of you in line, and you were standing and chatting for a couple of minutes when a taxi pulled up to the curb and disgorged a bunch of guys.

“Oh, God,” you groaned.

“What?” Gemma asked.

“Oh, hey you guys!” Eric said, grinning like mad. “Gemma, looking hot!”

Chapter 84

“I didn’t know you guys liked going to the club,” Eric said, sliding into line behind you and Gemma. “Here is usually pretty good. We just came from Nobody. Nobody was there though, so we came here.”

You really couldn’t be sure if Eric did it on purpose or not.

“This is a spontaneous stop,” you told him. “Gemma felt like dancing, so here we are.”

“Nice,” he said, and blatantly looked Gemma over again. “How come you don’t wear this to the office?”

“Because it’s not business appropriate,” Gemma frowned at him. The conversation was interrupted momentarily as a group was let into the club and you all shifted forward.

“Eric, that’s like me asking why you don’t wear what you are into the office,” you said. He was in a ridiculous colourful dress shirt with an extra high collar and a gold chain showing through the open buttons.

“Hey man, I’m out on the town, these are my Peacocking clothes,” he said. “I don’t need to peacock at work.”

You rubbed the bridge of your nose. “Do I even want to know what you mean?”

“Dude, I’ve got a couple of podcasts you should definitely listen to. And a YouTube guy who talks all about picking up chicks,” Eric said. “Most 304’s only care about one thing, so if you’re out looking for a good time you gotta peacock and make sure you’re flashing around your money to show off status.”

“Eric, what the fuck is a ‘304’?” Gemma asked.

“Oh, it means a hoe,” he said. “Like if you were to spell it on a calculator upside down, like 5318008 upside down spells boobies.”

You just blinked rapidly, trying to process everything that was spewing out of his mouth.

“So you are… peacocking,” Gemma said. “To pick up hoes, based on the recommendations of podcasts and a YouTube channel?”

“Fuck yeah,” Eric said. “Did you know only ten percent of men are fucking eighty percent of women? Why do you think I spend so much time on the dating apps? It’s all a numbers game.”

“Eric, you do realize that you get what you pay for, right?” you asked. “If you look like a fuckboy, and act like a fuckboy…”

“Hey, I don’t care if people think I’m a fuckboy,” Eric said. “Cause you’ll know what I’ll be doing?”

“Fucking?” Gemma filled in.

“Exactly,” he said. “Speaking of which, Gemma-”

“If you say anything rude to me right now, Eric, I will legitimately file a complaint at work on Monday,” Gemma said.

Eric snapped his mouth shut and screwed up his face. “Well, how come you’re here with John then?”

“Because he’s my boyfriend,” Gemma said. “And he wasn’t fucking rude about asking, and didn’t try to peacock, or neg me, or whatever other dumb shit they tell you to do.”

“Whatever,” Eric scoffed and turned to you. “Dude, you gotta be careful you don’t go full beta and let her run all over you. Seriously, take the red pill.”

You sighed and shook your head, putting your hand on Eric’s shoulder. “Eric, I have no fucking clue what you just said to me, but I’m going to choose to assume it wasn’t insulting to me or Gemma. I’m choosing that, because I don’t want to have to wake up and choose violence sometime this week, alright?”

“Whatever, dude,” Eric said. “Your loss, my gain once we’re in there. You’ll see.”

“I don’t need any gain,” you said. Then you pulled Gemma closer and kissed her right in front of his face. “I’ve got everything I need.”

You saw a smirk on Gemma’s face, and a look in her eye, and knew she was thinking of Sabrina and how she fit into ‘everything I need.’

Eric turned back to his friends, and you and Gemma moved up a few spaces when more people were let into the club. You were at the front of the line and just waiting for the big bouncer to let you inside when a sleek black car pulled up to the entrance and let out a guy with a bunch of tattoos, dressed sort of like Eric was but in clothes that looked to be at least three times more expensive.

He had sunglasses on despite it being night out, and he turned and helped first one, then two ladies out of the car behind him. Both of the women were the kind of slim-waist, big booty girls that you would picture as being featured in a rap video.

“Holy shit, that’s DeezChains,” Erica said behind you.

“Who?” you asked.

The guy went straight from the car to the bouncer, who nodded to him and let him in. DeezChains hesitated for a moment, sending the two women with him inside, and he leaned in and whispered something to the bouncer and slipped him something before going inside himself.

The car peeled away, and you had to assume this guy had his own driver or something.

“Miss,” the bouncer said, stepping forward and moving the rope that was blocking the line. “Mr Chains says you can go on in and find him in the VIP section.” He looked pointedly at you. “Alone.”

“What the fuck is with people tonight,” you sighed.

“I’m good,” Gemma said, still holding your hand and giving the bouncer a look.

He just shrugged and closed the rope again.

“Ho-ly shit. DeezChains just tried to pick you up, Gemma. Do you realize how high value he is?” Eric gushed.

“If that’s what that dude thinks of as ‘picking up,’ I’m not interested whatsoever,” Gemma said. “Plus, Eric, I’m with John.”

Chapter 85

You and Gemma did, eventually, get let into the club. Gemma insisted on paying the cover fees, and then she quickly led you past the bar and onto the dance floor. She had your hand in hers and kept grinning over her shoulder at you as if making sure you were OK. The club had a dark dance area flashing with dozens of flickering coloured spotlights. The DJ booth was set up behind the main bar, and there was a stage area that overlooked the main dance floor where couches and bottle service tables were lined up.

The music was loud and you could feel the beat of it in your chest. The place was full, and you only got a few steps onto the dance floor before you and Gemma were pressed close together. You lifted her hand and spun her in place, pulling her close to you. She gasped and smiled with an open mouth, her eyes bright and reflecting the coloured lights as she looked up into your eyes.

“You can dance?” she asked, though you only really caught half of the words and inferred the rest from reading her lips.

“I do what I can,” you said.

And then you danced. Gemma wasn’t nearly as scantily clad as many of the other girls and women on the dance floor, and she was clutching her small purse with her, but you still never wanted to take your eyes off of her. She spun and whirled, her grin infectious and her laugh warm whenever she pressed close.

The song changed into a slower, heavier beat and you pulled her to you, and she turned in your hands to press her ass back against your crotch. You ground against each other to the beat, and your hands wandered from her hips to her sides, and higher as she lifted her hands into the air. You kissed her shoulder, and then the nape of her neck, and she lowered her hands behind your head as she rolled her head to the side to give you full access to her bare neck.

You were deep in the crowd and you didn’t care what someone might see. You palmed one of her wonderfully large tits as your cock pressed against her ass through your clothes. She moaned, unheard through the loud music. You brought your lips to her ear and kissed the lobe before whispering. “God, I love you,” to her.

She turned in your grasp again and pulled your face down to hers, kissing you deeply as she rotated her hips against yours.

The song changed again, a little faster, and you kept grinding. Her chest pressed against your abdomen, your hands on her hips as hers rested on your shoulders. It was like you were slow dancing at a grade school dance, except filthy. You kissed often, and your hands started to wander again.

When that song ended, Gemma bit her lip and pulled your head down again, but this time it was to whisper in your ear. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”

You’d never really considered yourself sexy before, but the ego boost made your heart beat faster and you couldn’t help but grin wildly.

The next song was a dance pop beat from a couple of years before, and Gemma’s eyes lit up happily. You went back to dancing more loosely, touching here and there, holding her hand and twirling her. It was the fun kind of dancing that your family had always done at weddings, and Gemma seemed to love you for it as she whirled and laughed.

You were so into the dancing that you were actually confused when one of the bouncers came up and tapped Gemma on the shoulder. You both stopped dancing and she leaned in to listen to whatever he was saying to her. She recoiled a bit and gave him a look, then said something loudly back to him. He shrugged and walked away.

“What was that?” you asked her, leaning close to be heard.

“That fucking guy wants me to come to VIP,” Gemma said. “I told him I wasn’t interested and to fuck off.”

“That’s my girl,” you smirked.

She rolled her eyes but grinned. “Kiss me,” she said.

You gladly did. Another song change turned the kiss into another slow grind as you made out on the dance floor.

Another song picked the speed up again, and as that one ended Gemma spoke into your ear again. “I’m going to the washroom. Get us drinks?”

“Sure, I’ll meet you over by that wall,” you said.

You watched her leave over towards the busy washrooms, and you thought of the old ‘hate to see her go, but love to watch her walk away’ line. “I’m one lucky fuck,” you laughed to yourself out loud.

You pushed your way to the bar and, once you finally got some service, ordered a pair of beers and then elbowed your way back out of the crowd. You managed to snag a spot beside a waist-high counter mounted to the wall and set the beers down, fetching out your phone. The line for the washrooms seemed long, so you probably had a couple of minutes to wait for Gemma.

Sabrina: How’s it going?

Sabrina had messaged you about an hour before, and you hadn’t realized it.

You: Really good. We left the comedy club and are out dancing. Eric is here tho.

Sabrina: :O You went dancing without me? You DANCE!?

Sabrina: I so want to grind up on you sometime soon. And Gemma. I bet she’s a great dancer.

You smirked and glanced around quickly, then tilted your phone down and took a picture of the bulge you were only partially successful at hiding. You sent her the picture.

Sabrina: Hahaha! You better rail the fuck out of her.

You: That’s the plan. You good?

She started typing something, then stopped. Then you got a picture message - it was Sabrina with a realistic dildo in her mouth all the way to the hilt, her eyes watering as her lips stretched around the rubbery cock. It was a photo she’d never post on her OnlyFans, so you knew it was for you and you alone.

Sabrina: Just practising for DD.

You: I don’t want this night to end, but I can’t wait for tomorrow.

Sabrina sent you a kissing face emoji and a heart.

“Ugh,” Gemma huffed, walking over to you from the direction of the washrooms. She took one of the beers immediately and took a big swig.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. The music here off the dance floor wasn’t as directly loud, so you could at least hear each other without half shouting.

“I just wanted to do something sexy for you,” Gemma said, and palmed some fabric into your hand. “But then this woman came up to me on my way out of the stall and told me I should go to the VIP to meet that Chains guy. That’s the third fucking time!”

Gemma’s panties, the blue ones you had eaten her through earlier, were in your hand. There was a guy hitting on her repeatedly by proxy.

“OK,” you said. “Do you want to get that sexy, bare ass of yours out of here, or tell off this guy and dance some more?”

Chapter 86

The first step you took was finding Eric.

You couldn’t really believe that it was ever a ‘good’ idea to find him for anything, but it was what it was.

Eric had gotten in with his bro-crew or whatever they called themselves. You and Gemma found him over in a cluster about halfway between the main bar and the dancefloor, him and his guys chatting up several women who looked like they might have been a few years older than the three of you. You clapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to you in surprise.

“Hey,” you half-shouted to him over the noise. “You busy?”

Eric looked back to the woman he had been chatting with, but she seemed much more interested in one of his buddies. He turned back to you and shrugged. “What’s up?”

You gave Eric the situation about the DeezChains guy harassing Gemma by sending people to her and, of course, he didn’t see any problem with it. What he did respond to was the chance to get one over on such a ‘high value guy,’ which seemed like the pettiest shit you could come up with but still somehow convinced him.

Together with Gemma, the three of you came up with a messy plan and headed towards the VIP area.

The raised platform of the VIP was accessible up a short flight of stairs, with a bouncer manning the velvet rope to block off access. As you and Gemma approached, Eric slipped off onto the dance floor - and you could only hope he was actually going to do what he said he would. The Bouncer took one look at Gemma and started unhooking the rope to let her in, but then hesitated when he saw you were with her. He still unhooked the rope, but put a hand up towards you.

“Invite only,” the big guy said.

“I’m invited, right?” Gemma asked. “He only sent three different people to come tell me as much. So I’m inviting my boyfriend.”

“That’s not how it works, miss,” the bouncer said with a deadpan expression.

Gemma gave him a look over, then leaned closer and yelled to be heard over the music. “That fuckwit is harassing me despite the fact that I made it clear I was not interested in his pathetic advances. So you can either allow me to go make sure he understands in no uncertain terms that I consider any further advances by him or through a proxy to be sexual harassment subject to the laws of the State, or when he does it again I’ll hold this club liable for the sexual harassment as well since it’s employees like you that are perpetrating it on his behalf. So, are you going to let me and my escort through, or would you like me to be filing a legal suit on Monday?”

The bouncer looked at you and you just smirked. “We both work for a prestigious corporate law firm,” you said. “I wouldn’t test her.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Just don’t make a fucking scene about it, alright?” He moved the rope aside to let us through.

“I’m not the one making a scene,” Gemma countered. “I’m the one ending it.”

I took Gemma’s hand and led her up the short flight of stairs and headed toward DeezChains’ table. There were five tables in all, each one looking out over the dance floor and surrounded by plush black leather couches and chairs. DeezChains’ table was packed while he held court from the middle of the couch with his arms around the shoulders of a woman on either side of him. It looked like a couple of his buddies were occupying the two big armchairs, while another half dozen women were hanging around sitting on the arms of the chairs and soaking in the VIP bottle service.

The friend in the chair facing you saw you coming and leaned forward, talking to DeezChains, then stood up to intercept you. He was that sort of slick-haired smooth talker with a smile that could probably drop loose panties easily, but you felt… nothing. You weren’t jealous, you weren’t threatened. Even a couple of weeks ago, or back at University, you would have been down on that dance floor or grabbing a beer at the bar wondering what it would be like to be this guy, and now you didn’t care. You had everything you could want between Gemma and Sabrina, and what did this chode have? An eFamous friend to mooch off of?

“Heeey,” Smoothtalker said. “Chains is super happy you decided to come join us, but you gotta drop the baggage, sweetie.”

You didn’t think you’d ever seen the look Gemma gave this guy before - it was a little scary. “Fuck off, you sloppy ass cunt rug,” she said, pointing one strong finger at him as her accent almost seemed to double and she dropped the C-word as casually as could be. Her Aussie was coming out strong.

The guy just sort of gave her a look of consternation at her vulgarity, and Gemma took the lead now and pulled you right past him and into the circle around the table.

“Hey, dickweed,” Gemma said, standing with one fist on her hip and another holding yours. “First off, I don’t know what sort of coward cunt you are sending little boys and girls to come to tell me you like me as if we’re all eight years old and you want me to check a box if I like you back. But more importantly, when I say no I mean fucking no, you weaselly snake of a human shite. This is your formal fucking warning - I’ve had to tell three different people I am not interested in you, and if it happens again I will press charges for harassment.”

DeezChains looked from Gemma to you and back, and cracked a self-satisfied smirk. “Baby, you got a sexy fuckin’ way of talking,” he said. Then he actually shooed away one of the women sitting next to him. “I got a Lambo in my garage, a heated pool at the back of my crib and a cock that can please any woman. This is your shot for a night you’ll never forget. Send your little sad puppy off to his mommy and grab a seat! The champagne is flowing and the night is young.”

Gemma looked to you with a raised eyebrow, as the two of you silently decided who was going to field that mess of a come-on.

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“Buddy, you have literally no idea who I am or what I do,” you said, taking the trade-off from Gemma. “And, I’m pretty sure by my count, that was another unwanted sexual advance immediately after being told that what you were doing was sexual harassment.”

“Pffft, if I wanted to sexually harass someone, you would know it,” DeezChains smirked. “Now how about you take a drink from one of my bottles as a consolation prize, because you are getting your ass thrown out of this club.”

“Actually, you aren’t getting anything done,” Gemma said. “And I wouldn’t sit next to you if I’d been forced to walk across broken fucking glass because you give off the rapiest vibes I’ve ever seen. I hope to God you don’t have a little sister because she’s probably racking up a fortune in therapy bills.”

“Fuck you,” DeezChains said, finally dropping his smirk. “You’re just an uppity fucking bitch who doesn’t know a good thing when she sees it. If your raggedy ass apologizes, I might let you suck my dick after I fuck your little bitchboy here in the ass.”

“Oh, so you’re bisexual?” you asked. “Wow, that’s actually a lot more progressive of you than I was expecting.”

“What? No,” he said. “I’m not fucking bisexual.”

“Well, you just said you wanted to fuck my ass,” you said. “I’d call that pretty gay there, pal.”

DeezChains looked like he was losing his mind. “I’m not fucking gay! Get money, fuck bitches. That’s my whole thing.”

“Didn’t he just call me a ‘bitchboy?’” you asked Gemma loudly.

“That was- I was- Fuck off, already!” Deez Chains said.  “Get the fuck out.”

The ladies in the group were starting to back away - two of them had already left VIP altogether - and now Smooth Talker grabbed your arm. You turned to him, wrenching your arm away. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you said.

“Or what? My boys can fuck you up and no one in this club will say a word. Fuck, report me for sexual harassment, DeezChains don’t give a fuck!” DeezChains shouted. “It’s your word against ours, and there’s more of us and I’ve got plenty of witnesses.”

“Yeah, but we’ve got a Livestream, you idiot cunt,” Gemma said, and gestured down onto the dance floor where Eric was standing right up against the bannister, his phone held up and recording everything.

“What the fuck!” DeezCHains yelled. “Get that fuckers phone!”

The other friend, who had watched this whole thing without opening his mouth, lurched to his feet from the chair and tried to grab the phone from Eric, but Eric jerked away in time. DeezChains and the second friend both tried to chase him, tripping over the table and trying to get over the bannister. You took the opportunity to pull Gemma with you, backing away from the table and towards the VIP stairs.

“Good enough?” you asked.

“We’ll see,” she said. “If anything else happens, we’ve got that Livestream recording as evidence.” She stopped us at the top of the stairs and flung her arms around your neck, pulling you down into a kiss.

“What was that for?” you asked.

“For… trusting me. Knowing I would want to do that and being OK with it,” Gemma said. “Look, John, I don’t always make good decisions. I can be a hothead, especially after I broke up with my ex because he manipulated me so much.”

“Gemma,” you said, looking into her eyes with a little smile and a shrug. “I love you.”

“God, I love you too,” she said, and kissed you again, pressing her body to yours as you held her hips.

“Ahem,” the bouncer at the front of VIP ‘coughed’ to get your attention. “How about you two fuck off now?”

Gemma grabbed your hand and pulled you down the stairs and out of VIP, right to the dance floor, bumping your way between dancing couples and groups, deep to the back away from VIP and into a darker corner where couples were grinding hard. She pushed you lightly with her fingertips, backing you up to the wall and then lifting her chin slowly, asking you for a kiss as the dance music blasted from speakers just a few feet from you.

You kissed her, and it was the sort of kiss that should have been done in bed. It was erotic and passionate and wanting. Without breaking the kiss, you spun so that she was the one with her back to the wall, and she ran her fingers through your hair as you palmed her tit through her dress and grabbed her ass with the other.

She rolled her body against yours in time with the thumping beat of the bass. You slid your hand from her breast to her arm, to her hand and wreathed your fingers with hers and pulled it up above her head and pinned it to the wall. Her other hand held onto your shoulder for leverage as she dry-humped you on the dance floor.

The song changed, but you didn’t stop making out. You just changed position, Gemma turning to face the wall and driving her ass back against your crotch as a new beat started.

You got lost in the pushing and grinding. Sometimes Gemma was against the wall, sometimes you were. Sometimes she faced you, sometimes she was facing away. But always she was pressed against your hard cock in your pants. Always you had a hand on her, if not both. You knew her lips intimately by now, but you wallowed in testing each other with different kinds of kissing, experimenting over and over until you fell into a teasing rhythm.

The fact that her thong was in your pocket and she was naked under her dress never escaped you. God, you wanted to just reach under and start teasing her more. Start fingering her in the back corner of the club. But her dress was bright and too long to just reach under without pulling it all the way up to her waist, and you weren’t going to expose her like that because she was yours to ogle and play with, and no one else's.

“I’m so fucking wet for you,” Gemma whispered into your ear as she ground her ass back against you again.

“I want you screaming my name tonight,” you told her.

“I will,” Gemma promised you. “Fuck. Take me home, John. I can’t wait any longer.”

“One more song,” you smiled, enjoying yourself too much to just end abruptly. “One more song, and then I’m going to fuck you as hard as I love you.”

Gemma moaned and kissed you, biting your lower lip in anticipation.

Chapter 88

The Uber ride back to Gemma’s place was full of filthy, flirty looks and surreptitious touching. Neither of you were drunk enough to just go at each other in the car, but you were also fairly certain the driver knew exactly what was going on back there.

Before leaving you hadn’t gone to find Eric - the plan had been for him to disappear and rejoin his group of pals, and since DeezChains hadn’t come looking for you or Gemma you brushed it off as just another part of the weird night out the two of you were on.

Once you were dropped off by the Uber driver in front of Gemma’s place, you ended up making out again as you leaned back against a lamp post and she hungrily pressed against you. Then she dragged you inside, and you were making out in the elevator. Then making out with her pressed against her apartment door.

“How are we doing this?” you asked her between kisses.

“What do you mean?” Gemma asked the same way, barely pausing the makeout.

“Roommates,” you said. Your hands were full of her ass, and she had one hand planted between the two of you on her bulge as she held your head down to hers.

“Fuck ‘em,” Gemma said. “Becca and Charlotte are either out or fucking themselves. Lucy can suck a dick.”

Gemma finally got her key out of her clutch, and you held her by the chest from behind, massaging and squeezing her tits, while she unlocked the door - both of you giggling and trying to muffle your noise. It was probably two in the morning, so it was possible people were asleep.

Once you had the door closed, you could hear that people definitely weren’t asleep.

Moaning and the soft clapping sound of hard fucking was leaking through the apartment, along with the muffled sound of someone talking.

“That’s gotta be Becca and Charlotte,” Gemma whispered.

You pulled her to you and kissed her again, and since you were now in her apartment you didn’t want to wait a moment longer. You pushed her against the wall and dropped to your knees, pulling up her skirt right there in the apartment entryway and pressing your lips between her legs.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Gemma groaned as you drove your tongue into her. You ate her fast and hard, her pussy already wet and willing as her juices got all over your face. Gemma held your hair tightly in her fingers, throwing her head back and moaning. “Yes, John, God. Fuck, you’re so good.”

You brought her close to her release quickly but didn’t push her over the edge. Instead, just as she was starting to quiver and her breath was hitching, you pulled away and stood. You took her chin and cheeks in your hand roughly and kissed her hard while you palmed her cunt with your other hand. She ground on it, trying to get her release as she whimpered into your mouth.

Letting go of her face, you spun her around and slapped her bare ass. Gemma’s butt was fit-thicc; wonderfully juicy without being huge, and it immediately sprouted a soft red handprint from your slap. You’d only intended it to be a tease, but Gemma seemed to think differently - she pushed her ass back and spread her legs, presenting herself to you deliberately.

You buried your nose into her hair, inhaling deeply of her smell, as you quickly undid your belt and shucked your pants and briefs down to your thighs. Your cock had been hard since the club, and it immediately popped up from your pants and wedged between Gemma’s ass cheeks. She waggled her butt enticingly, and you grabbed her pretty blonde hair in your fist and pressed her head to the wall as you gripped your cock in the other hand and got it lined up.

“I fucking love you, Gem,” you said.

“I fucking love you, too,” she grinned at you even as you kept her pinned to the wall.

You thrust forward, burying over half your cock into her hard and fast. She gasped, gulping air, then pushed back against you.

You’d already discussed this - the two of you weren’t making love. This was fucking, and so you fucked. Right there in the vestibule, you started pounding into Gemma’s warm, delicious cunt as her ass slapped against your pelvis. You fucked with quick, deep strokes, both of you grunting from the exertion.

“Yes, John. Fuck me. Fuck me!” She demanded. “God, so good. You fuck me soo fucking good. Claim my fucking cunt, John. Please! Fucking don’t stop. Uuuungh, yesss, so fucking- Yes!”

She came, and you hilted inside of her as she squirmed and bucked in your arms.

Gemma was panting as her pussy loosened its death grip on your cock. You squeezed her with your arms, hugging her to you as you kissed her cheek and jaw. “I love fucking you,” you told her.

“I love fucking you,” she agreed with a grin.

“Your turn to choose,” you said. “Where are we fucking next? Right here? Living room? Or are we moving to your bedroom?”

“Bedroom,” she said after a moment.

You pulled out of her, both of you groaning a little. “Take off your dress,” you told her. “Right here.”

Gemma gave you a grin and turned, quickly stripping her dress up and over her head, leaving her in only a bra and heels. At your nod, she took off her bra as well revealing those glorious breasts. You couldn’t resist them a moment longer and you picked Gemma up by her ass and crushed her to you, burying your face in her cleavage. She laughed and hugged your head to her while your hands gripped her ass hard.

You slowly lowered her leaving her tits behind and kissing her again, then she kept going down and got on her knees, licking her way up one side of your cock and down the other in a lewd, open-mouthed display. You kept your eyes locked with hers as she then started to make fast and messy love to your cock with her mouth, kneeling naked where any of her roommates might have come out to see her worshipping your cock.

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“Enough,” you said.

Gemma immediately left your cock, a slimy coating of her spit all over it. She’d licked and sucked every drop of the residue of her own juices from you. Helping her to her feet, you kissed her again and then gathered her clothes and you both rushed through the apartment towards her room.

There were still fucking sounds coming from the door at the end of the hallway - the room Becca and Charlotte shared was closed, but you could clearly hear the moans of the two women behind it and the distinct clap-clap-clap of fucking. All you could wonder was which one of them had to be wearing the strap-on.

Inside Gemma’s room, she closed the door and immediately started undressing you. As soon as you were as naked as she was she pulled you to the bed. You took charge again, laying her down on the bed on her stomach and mounting on top of her.

“Mmm, you did promise me a prone bone, didn’t you?” she hummed and giggled, spreading her legs helpfully so that you could run the head of your cock up and down her swollen cunt lips.

“I did,” you grinned, thrusting into her again, and she accepted you readily. As you seated inside her, you lay down on top of her completely, your bare chest to her back, her ass to your pelvis and your legs pressing together in a tangle. You took her hands in yours and placed them above her head, wrapping your fingers in hers.

“God, I love you,” Gemma said quietly as you pressed your weight down on her. Then she giggled and you could feel it up and down your body. “I still can’t believe we’re saying that.”

You grinned. “It feels too good not to. I love you too, Gemma.”

Then you fucked her again. With your legs stretched out as they were you didn’t have that much leverage so the thrusts weren’t particularly long, but you made up for that with being deep inside her and going fast. Soon you were both moaning and she was humping back at you, trying to get you even deeper.

“Are you close?” she asked you, her face sideways against the bed.

“Getting there,” you said, kissing her ear.

“Come on my ass this time,” she panted. “I want to send a picture to Sabrina, and I want you to end the night with another load in my needy little cunt. It felt so fucking wrong and right when you came inside me, like you were…. God, like you were marking your territory. Is that weird?”

You grinned down at her. “Want me to mark your ass as mine too, huh?”

She rolled her eyes but hitched her breathing as her fingers tightened on yours. “Yes, I do.”

You did something you’d never done before and took a chance, licking the side of Gemma’s face. “Mine,” you said. “You’re all mine.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned. “I’m yours.”

“Don’t you start with that, too,” you said, pounding her a little harder.

“You get kinky, I get kinky,” Gemma grinned.

“God, you’re perfect in every way,” you sighed.

“I love you and your cock,” she moaned.

You pulled out of her, feeling your balls boiling, and shifted so that your cock was pressed between her ass cheeks and humped her quickly.

“Are you almost there, Daddy?” she asked, her Australian accent twisting the sound of it in delightful ways. “Are you fucking my ass cheeks and thinking of fucking my virgin ass?”

“Spread your cheeks,” you told her, and she reached between you and did so. You couldn’t see the effect since you were still prone on top of her.

“Come on my ass,” Gemma panted, pushing her hips back at you. “Come in my ass crack. Come on my asshole. Make me know it’s yours and you can take it whenever you want. Mark my fucking ass, Daddy. I love you.”

You came, the first spurt arcing up from her ass and across her lower back, but you repositioned and came right into her crack, the head of your cock actually sliding as it pulsed with your orgasm and releasing the second half of your orgasm right up against her asshole.

The feeling of it, the intensity of the moment, also overcame Gemma as she began her own small orgasm while she held her cheeks wide open for you like a willing fucktoy.

God, you really did love everything about her.

Panting, you rolled off of her to the side to get your bearings. Gemma released her hold on her ass cheeks and squirmed up to rest her head on your shoulder, throwing an arm over you just to have more skin-to-skin contact.

“Gemma, I- You are- Wow,” you sighed.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked. “John, I just came from you hotdogging my arse. I wasn’t even diddling myself. You are wow.”

That got you both chuckling, and soon enough Gemma was handing you her phone and laying back in the position you had fucked her and spreading her ass cheeks. You took a few photos with varying degrees of spreading, but all of them showed her ass crack filled with pearly white streaks of cum. It was the sort of filthy picture you could only imagine coming out of a porn set, and yet here she was before you.

And then, once Gemma had sorted through them and sent her favourite off to Sabrina, you sat in front of Gemma and fed your cock into her mouth again as she continued to lay on her stomach. She quickly sucked you back to full hardness and started to gag on your cock, but stopped as you caressed her face while fucking her mouth.

“Water,” she said. “Can you grab some from the kitchen? And a wet paper towel to clean my ass before you drill me into the bed again. I’d get it myself but I’d leave a trail of your cum.”

“Of course,” you smiled. “Water and cleaning supplies. Then a big dicking.”

“A very big dicking,” she grinned and kissed your cockhead.

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You didn’t bother dressing, just quickly darting from Gemma’s room towards the kitchen. The apartment was dark though, so you didn’t realize it was going to take a couple of minutes to quietly find the glasses in a cupboard and get two down without making a racket. By the time you were filling the glasses in the sink, you nearly jumped out of your skin when a voice speak up behind you.

“Sup,” Becca said.

“Holy fuck,” you gasped, then dropped the cup in the sink and covered your cock.

When you turned, you saw Becca walking into the kitchen wearing nothing but a strap-on dildo. You’d always thought Becca had an attractiveness to her - she had that boyishly short haircut and the kind of pretty-handsome face that could have just as easily fit on a guy as it did on her. She was striking.

Well, you were already hard, but yeah.

Becca had a somewhat boxy, athletic build with just a hint of curves at the waist and hips, but she made up for that with her smooth, long and powerful legs and a pair of full breasts sat high on her chest with pointy little nipples. She casually went over to the fridge and opened it up, the light from inside blasting past her as she bent over at the waist, showing off her sculpted ass and making the lime green dildo hooked up to her strap-on almost glow.

“Uh, hey,” you said, a little thrown by the casual nudity.

Becca got a couple of Gatorades out of the bottom drawer of the fridge and offered one over to you. “Sounded like you were putting in the work,” she said with a smirk. “Nice job. Little surprised you and Gemma are telling each other that you’re in love though. It’s been what, less than a week?”

You accepted the Gatorade and decided if Becca was comfortable with the nudity, you could be too and stopped trying to hide your cock. You cracked the seal on the sports drink and took a big swig. “Um, yeah. We just sort of decided to say it as a shorthand for everything else we were feeling,” you explained. “It feels good to say and hear it, and we both know she’s leaving at the end of summer, so I figure why waste time?”

“That’s a good point,” Becca nodded, cracking open her own drink and taking a long swig. “Nice, by the way,” she said, gesturing with her bottle down at your cock.

“Thanks,” you said. “You look pretty hot yourself. I wasn’t sure if it was you or Charlotte who was doing the fucking.”

“Oh, we trade off,” Becca said. “But usually it’s me. There’s just something powerful about making a woman squirm on your cock, y’know?”

“Oh, I know,” you grinned, thinking of what you’d just done with Gemma. What you did with Sabrina.

“Well, Charlotte’s gotten hers more than enough,” Becca said. “You want to fuck me quick? I could go back in there and make her eat your cum out of me.”

“Um,” you said loudly, going wide-eyed at the casual offer. “I- Becca, you are a gorgeous woman, but I’m not going to cheat on Gemma.”

“Good answer,” Becca grinned. “Congratulations, you passed the test. You are officially Roommate Approved.”

You took a deep breath and gave her a little glare.

“Oh, stop it,” Becca said, giving you a nudge with her elbow as she leaned against the countertop next to you. “I like Gemma, I had to check. If you had a little sister you would want to make sure her new fuckbuddy was treating her right and not messing around, wouldn’t you?”

“It’s kind of fighting dirty to ask me that while we’re both naked,” you said. “But I get the point.”

Becca snorted and drained the rest of her drink in a few big gulps. “Alright. Time for me to go get mine. Are you going to be staying the night? I’ll be making breakfast tomorrow morning.”

“Unless she kicks me out,” you said. “But what about Lucy?”

Becca rolled her eyes. “She’ll be doing the walk of shame tomorrow morning, probably. That’s how it usually goes. She doesn’t have a right to say anything. Take it from me - if you’re doing a walk of shame, it’s only because you think what you did is shameful. This, right here? You and me chatting like this? We’re both happy and comfortable with what we’re doing. No shame.” She winked at you, then turned and went back to the fridge, grabbing another Gatorade before heading towards the door.

“Oh, by the way,” she said, turning and looking over her shoulder with a playful smirk. “Let me know if you and Gemma want to try a threesome. I’d be very down to fucking both of you together, and I promise I won't even try to use my strap-on on you.” She winked again at you and then gave herself a playful spank on her ass as she walked out.

You shook your head, a little amazed at that whole conversation. What the fuck was your life coming to - when it rains, it pours?

You finished your Gatorade, refilled the glasses of water and found the paper towels. On your way back down to Gemma’s room, you could hear new moaning and satisfied heavy breathing coming from Becca and Charlotte's room where the door was standing half-open.

There was no other way for you to take it than an invitation to peek, so you did. Inside, Becca was sitting on Charlotte’s face on the bed. You couldn’t see much of Charlotte at all except for her bright hair. Becca was sitting up, riding Charlotte’s face as she worked her hips. She saw you looking and made a punk rock face with her tongue sticking out and the devil horns gesture. You grinned and shook your head - you would have given her a thumbs up, but your hands were full of the glasses of water.

“Fuck yes, you lesbian slut,” Becca said, turning her attention back to Charlotte and grabbing her Friends wiith Benefits by the hair and really working her hips. “Eat my pussy. Eat it!”

You left, going back to Gemma’s room, and shut the door.

“What took so long?” Gemma asked.

You chuckled and set the water down, passing her one. “A lot,” you said. And then you started to tell her about the conversation while you cleaned your cum out of Gemma’s ass with the paper towel. By the time you were done, Gemma was biting her lip and chuckling, her face flushed. She flipped over and sat up, pulling you down onto the bed fully and kissing you.

“I want to fuck you again,” Gemma said quietly into your ear.

“Good, because I’m not anywhere near done with you yet,” you replied. “But you need to tell me what you want this time. You saw how much better the sex was with Sabrina when she was open about wanting to be choked and controlled. What do you fantasize about, Gemma?”

Chapter 91

Gemma took her time, looking into your eyes as she thought about what you’d asked her.

“John, I- I just want to be with someone and know that they are all in on me. That they can’t get enough of me, and that I’m theirs. Saying it out loud sounds kind of ridiculous, but during our last go when you said I was yours, that’s my fantasy right now. My ex fucked up my heart by making me feel worthless, but you- God, John, you came up with a reason to tell me you love me and I fucking believe you every time you say it.”

You smiled and took her hands in yours. “That’s because it’s true. I don’t know how we can be here so quickly, but everything I mean behind the ‘I love you’ is true. You make me feel like a million bucks and king of the world.”

She kissed you quickly and then continued. “So that’s it. You’ve already fulfilled my fantasy. You love me, and I can’t get enough of you. In this bedroom, or yours, I’m yours. At work or if we go out somewhere, we’re a partnership, but in here you get all of me.”

“What about Sabrina?” you asked. “I really do fucking love you, Gemma, but Sabrina is mixed up in this as well and she and I- well, we’re not saying I love you and we’re not dating, but something is there.”

“I know,” Gemma sighed. “She and I have talked about it, the three of us have talked about it, but… John, I don’t know where this feeling is coming from because I would never have gone for this even two weeks ago, but here it is. I think you and Sabrina are hot together. Every time I see you kiss, it just makes me wet and my nipples hard - especially if you just kissed me. There’s something about me knowing that she wants you, and you can take her and make her so fucking happy, but that you’re still going to come back to me that turns me the fuck on. So as long as you and I get this kind of time together, and we keep having these kinds of talks… Well, I’m in it. When she teases me I get that little spike of jealousy, but I’m not jealous of her, I’m just jealous I’m not there too.”

“Thank you,” you said. “For being brave enough to tell me that.”

“You asked,” she smiled.

“I’m really glad I did,” you smiled back. “And I’m so happy. But I still want a more specific answer. What can I do for you this time, when we fuck, to take it to the next level?”

“I don’t know,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “I really don’t.”

You kissed her, then tilted your mouth lower and kissed her neck, then down to her chest. She fell back from her sitting position and you followed her, kissing down between her breasts and then took the sideboob meat of her cleavage between your teeth and gently bit her just a little bit. “What about if I want to mark you as mine?” you asked. “Right here on your tits? Where only you and I know, but here in the bedroom it’s obvious.”

Gemma breathed deeply and nodded, watching you.

“What about down here?” you asked her, running a hand along her inner thigh.

“Yes,” she whispered quietly.

“What about here on your beautiful stomach?” you asked, kissing lower. “Then it would be more obvious if you wear a crop top for me, but not at work. People would see the big hickie and know that you’re a slut marked by your man.”

She hesitated this time, but her breathing deepened again and her nostrils flared a little. “Yes,” she said.

“And how about if I put you over my knee? If I spanked you for a long time, leaving my handprint welt or bruise on your ass?” you asked.

“That’s kinky, Daddy,” she said with a smirk.

“Oh, really? Daddy again?” you asked. “What if I want to tie you up so that I can have my way with you as much as I want? I could tie your legs open and just leave you like that, coming back to you over and over. Maybe leave the door open so that Becca and Charlotte and Lucy can all see that big pretty grin of yours while you wait for me to fuck you for the sixth or seventh time that day.”

“John, fuck me,” Gemma said. “Right now.”

You adjusted and she spread her legs further. You quickly inserted your cock into her swampy, wet cunt and then took her tits in both hands, squeezing roughly. Gemma moaned like a whore as you drove your cock into her.

“What are you?” you asked her.

“Yours,” Gemma groaned happily.

“And what am I?” you asked.

Gemma reached up and pulled you down into a heavy kiss. “Mine,” she whispered.

You let go of her tits and grabbed her ankles, pushing them wide and back. “Hold these, spread yourself open for me. I want to fuck as deep as I can into you.”

“Yeesss,” Gemma hissed and did as you told her. She took hold of her ankles and spread herself wide, opening up her pelvis for you to start slamming into her. You took slow but hard and deep strokes, driving into her as far as you could and grinding her clit against your pelvis. Every time you pulled out, her pussy would hug you and her lips would cling to your shaft.

All at once, you pulled out of her completely and scooted lower, driving your tongue into her pussy and smashing your nose against her clit.

“Fuck!” Gemma shouted, losing her grip on one of her legs as she came more in surprise than anything else.

That was when you pivoted your lips from her pussy to the thigh that was still stretched wide for you, and you took that taut, soft skin between your lips and sucked hard. Gemma gasped and hiccuped, and her hand went into your hair but didn’t pull you away. When you finally released the suction with a pop, you left behind a rapidly forming bruise.

“Fuck,” Gemma whispered, brushing her fingers over the mark as she looked at you with a silly grin.

You took Gemma’s leg and turned her hips sideways, shifting her onto her side but lifting that marked leg up onto your shoulder to keep her spread open. You drove yourself back into her, watching her eyes widen as she was filled up again, and you leaned back in and kissed her hard.

“Fuck me full,” she gasped.

“Not until I fuck you silly first,” you said with a grin.

“Do it,” she dared you. “Fuck me until I’m mush, John. Then fill me and cuddle me with your cock corking me up and keeping me that way.”

“And I’m the kinky one, huh?” you laughed.

She kissed you in response, trying hard to hide the blush that spread from her cheeks down to her chest.

Chapter 92

You and Gemma fucked. She came twice in the half-sideways position, her tits a mesmerizing wobble and bounce as you stared into each other's eyes. Then you pulled her down the bed more and put her legs together so that her pussy was just peeking out from between her thighs and you rapidly stuffed your cock in and out of those lips until she was giving you loud ‘huh!’s on every new insertion and her pussy was gaping.

Then you spread her legs wide again and rooted yourself inside her, cradling her close as you laid on top of her and made out while slowly fucking her. She wanted to be on top, so you rolled to the side and now it was Gemma’s turn to ride you, working her hips as her tits danced above you. This was when you left the second and third marks on her, biting and then sucking on her cleavage and leaving matching hickies on both boobs.

It was inevitable. You weren’t an ironman of stamina - realistically, the only reason you lasted as long as you did was because you’d fucked her three times already that day.

You came as Gemma rocked on your cock, pulling her down to kiss her, crushing her tits to your chest.

“John,” she moaned happily, kissing you over and over.

“Don’t move,” you told her, holding her tight.

“Never,” she promised you.

She actually fell asleep first, her bedroom light still on and her bare ass pointed towards the door. Your cock stayed semi-hard inside of her but didn’t make a resurgence.

“I do love you,” you whispered to Gemma as her head cradled on your chest. It was wild.

Monday morning you had asked Sabrina if she was filming OnlyFans content. If you hadn’t made that connection, or if you’d taken a different tact, none of this would have been possible. How long would it have taken for you to clue in that Gemma was interested in you?

Five business days had changed your life.

And you did, really and truly, love Gemma.

You also loved Sabrina. It was a little different. With Gemma it was more raw romantically. With Sabrina? It was lust and comfort in equal measure. That was love, wasn’t it? And the insanity of it all was that they both knew, and were happy to go along with it.

Holding Gemma, you knew what you had to do to keep this feeling.

Gemma was going to leave in a little over two months, back to Australia and her life there. She was yours for that long. That was the agreement. That was how it all fell into place.

All you needed to do was show her that you didn’t just love each other, but that you were the love of her life.

How hard could that be?

*****

“Nice ass, blondie.”

You woke up as Gemma shifted on top of you, blinking rapidly as you tried to adjust to your surroundings. Gemma hadn’t moved through the night, and you could feel the slimy, sticky remains crusting between the two of you as she shifted in confusion.

Becca was at the door, flicking the room light on and off as she grinned wickedly at the two of you still naked and above the covers. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!”

“Becca, fuck off,” Gemma groaned.

“Looks more like you two are fucking off,” Becca laughed. “Is he inside of you right now?”

“Becca! Fuck off!” Gemma yelled a little louder.

Becca was laughing as she shut the door.

“Morning,” you said, hugging Gemma with your arms wrapped around her warm, naked back.

“Ugh,” she groaned and snorted, putting her cheek back down on your chest.

“Not a morning person?” you asked.

“After a night like that, no,” Gemma groaned. “God, you are hard.”

“Morning wood,” you said. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she smiled, then peeled herself off your chest and sat up, dropping her pussy further onto your cock. “Mmmm, now this could make me a morning person.”

Despite the mess that you both were, you had sex. It was lazy and fun and kind of gross all at once. Gemma didn’t get off in the end, but she perked up significantly and claimed that’s all she needed. She also enjoyed you coming inside of her again.

“From never getting creampied to creampie queen,” you smiled at her once you’d filled her up again.

“Only for you,” Gemma grinned, then slipped off your deflating cock, quickly grabbed the roll of paper towels you’d brought in the night before, and staunched the leakage.

“We should really get out there,” you said. “Becca woke us up for breakfast.”

“Fine,” Gemma said.

You ended up putting on your boxers and button-down shirt, while Gemma slipped on an old pair of panties and a long nightshirt that looked like it had seen better days. Her breasts, despite you having just delighted in them, were fascinating to you as they were loose but hidden under the thin fabric.

“Boys,” Gemma grinned and rolled her eyes, seeing you staring.

“Women,” you shot right back to her, then palmed her tits through the shirt and gave them a squeeze. “Woman I love.”

“Boy I love,” she teased you back. “Are you going to be able to keep your hands to yourself at the table, or am I going to have to put on a bra?”

“Oh, I’ll control myself out there,” you promised her. “But last night you said in the bedroom you’re mine. And right now I want to play with your amazing tits while I kiss you good morning properly.”

“Mmm, morning breath,” Gemma begged off.

“So don’t open your mouth,” you told her, and kissed her with closed lips.

“Now who’s making us late for breakfast?” she pointed us out.

“Becca will understand,” you smirked, still massaging her breasts through her shirt. Her nipples were standing out now, and you were running your thumbs over them.

“The girls are going to think I’m a total slut,” Gemma sighed.

“Would that be a problem?” you asked. “If you’re a slut for me?”

“No,” Gemma decided after a moment.

“Because?”

“Because they know we’re saying the L word,” she said.

“Lesbians?” you asked.

“Love,” she clarified with another roll of her eyes. “Love.”

“I think I’m catching the difference in how you say it, love,” you smirked.

“Oh, come on then,” she laughed, taking your hand and leading you out of the room.

Chapter 93

Charlotte was already sitting at the kitchen table when you and Gemma came in. Her bright hair was a wild mess and she didn’t have makeup on, making her look a little more sallow-eyed than you’d seen her before. She was wearing a sweater that looked more like a dress and was sipping from a big mug of coffee.

Becca, meanwhile, was sort of dancing to herself in front of the stove where she was frying up bacon and eggs in a couple of pans. She was wearing a black athletic bra with a white elastic band under her bust, and a tiny black thong. That was it. Her ass, nicely sculpted and jiggling with her movements, was completely out.

“Jesus, Becca,” Gemma said.

“What?” Becca asked, as if she didn’t know.

“John is here,” Gemma said.

“Ah, so what?” Becca asked. “We got a way better look at each other last night. Plus, I’m making breakfast for all three of you. Suck it up.”

You grabbed a chair at the table, snorting out a little laugh at Becca’s antics, while Gemma went to the coffee pot and poured two mugs. She knew your order from work, so when she delivered it the coffee was perfect and you just breathed in the smell of it for a moment as she sat next to you. “Thanks, love,” you said.

“I knew it!” Charlotte said, and turned to Becca. “I told you I heard them saying that last night.”

“Oh, God,” Gemma sighed through a laugh.

Charlotte turned on Gemma. “Really, Gemma? Really? The L-word in the first week?”

“Oh, leave off, Char,” Gemma said. “It feels good to say it and hear it, and we’ve been working closely together for a month. That’s still not that long, but I can say for certain that I love him way more than I ever did my ex and I thought I was going to marry that prick.”

“What about you, Mister?” Charlotte turned on you. “What kind of guy are you, telling a girl you love her on the second date?”

“The kind who is in love with her,” you said. “Look, we talked about it before we said it. We know there are time limits on the horizon, but right now? I love spending time with her at work, I love spending time with her outside of work. I love her as a person, and I also happen to be in utter lust with her too. Good enough?”

“Ugh, this generation,” Charlotte said, waving both of us off. “Whatever happened to no strings attached fucking around in college?”

“Char?” Becca said, coming over with two plates piled with fried eggs and bacon. “We’re three years older than them, and you haven’t slept with anyone but me in two years and we are supposed to be no-strings casual. And I know, it’s not my fault I’m the most skilled strap-on artist in the wild west, but still- shut the fuck up and leave them alone.”

Charlotte stuck out her tongue at Becca, and Becca actually reached out and grabbed it between her thumb and forefinger much to the consternation of Charlotte.

“Gotcha!” Becca said. “Now, unless you’re planning to put that tongue to use, how about you eat up?” She let go of Charlotte’s tongue.

Charlotte stretched her jaw and tongue while shooting a look at Becca.

Through all of this, you’d been trying not to stare at Becca’s ass or barely-covered mound as she moved around. Once she was sitting down things settled and Gemma’s roommates mellowed out and the teasing became a more mutual, almost sibling-like quality. Things had just started to get awkward for you when the topic of what everyone was doing with their Saturday came up, but the apartment door opening cut off the conversation.

Lucy came through from the entryway. Her hair was mussed, her makeup was a wreck and she was carrying her heels in one hand. You could tell she was hungry because of the way she seemed to almost sniff her way into the kitchen, following the delectable scent of bacon, until she froze a couple of steps in as she spotted the four of you at the table.

Or more likely when she spotted you at the table.

“Morning, Luse,” Becca said. “Looks like you had a fun night.”

“What’s he doing here?” Lucy asked.

“My boyfriend is here for breakfast,” Gemma said. “That a problem?”

Lucy sneered out a frown and stomped out of the kitchen towards the hall with the bedrooms, then turned back around and re-entered with a glare. “I don’t want him here,” Lucy said.

“Well you don’t get to decide who I date or fuck,” Gemma countered.

“Well your sublease agreement says you can’t have someone else come live with you in your room,” Lucy countered.

“He’s not moving in, Lucy,” Charlotte said.

“Though I wouldn’t mind if he did,” Becca shrugged. “He does bring us snacks.”

Lucy grit her teeth and let out a frustrated, girly growl that was more like a kid throwing a tantrum than the college co-ed she was. She even managed to stomp her foot a couple of times before she pivoted and stormed out of the kitchen again.

“Jesus fuck, she’s acting like a right cunt,” Gemma said.

“I’ll go talk to her,” Charlotte groaned, standing from her plate of food.

“Probably a good idea,” Becca nodded. “I like antagonizing her too much.”

“Look, this is her place too,” you said. “I-”

“No no no,” Becca stopped you as Charlotte slipped out of the kitchen after Lucy. “Just because she’s had a shitty morning doesn’t mean we have to. Or a shitty last night or whatever. She only ever dates rich guys, so she only ever really dates douchebags. You reap what you sow.”

“Harsh, but fair,” Gemma nodded. “Which also happens to be why I’m dating you, John.”

“So you want to reap me?” you asked with a teasing grin. “Damn, Gemma. At least buy me dinner first.”

“Augh,” Becca scoffed. “You haven’t bought him dinner yet? Maybe I should jump on this dating train and cook my famous veal parmigiana. I’ll steal him away so quick.” She stuck out her tongue playfully from between her teeth.

“Sorry, Becca,” you said, popping your last piece of bacon into your mouth and then gesturing to Gemma for her to come sit in your lap, which she did. “I’m pretty all-in at this point, even for a woman as gorgeous as you and with your culinary talents.”

“You know, I’m not so bad in the kitchen either,” Gemma said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. This brought her breasts right under your chin, the nipples still poking the thin nightshirt. “How about you?”

“Oh, I think I could cook you under the table,” you said. “You and Becca both.”

“Oh, it’s so on,” Becca laughed. “We’re doing a cook-off before the end of summer for sure.”

Chapter 94

Becca ended up heading back to check on Charlotte after she didn’t return from talking with Lucy, leaving you and Gemma to do the breakfast cleanup. Greasy plates and pans were soon stacked up next to the sink, and you were scrubbing and Gemma was drying and putting the dishes away. It was another side of Gemma you hadn’t seen yet - domestic Gemma. You’d seen her at work as the accomplished, go-getting intern, you’d heard about her past. You’d seen playful Gemma, and competitive Gemma and snarky Gemma. And Sexy Gemma.

Domestic Gemma wore a soft but ready smile, with a teasing glint in her eye and a tendency to nudge you with her elbow, hip or shoulder. You stole kisses off of her every once in a while, and soon the dishes were all clean and stacked away again.

“You need to go soon,” Gemma said, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“I do,” you said. “You could come with me if you want. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

Gemma smirked. “I’m sure she wouldn’t, that little harlot.” The word ‘harlot’ somehow sounded so much hotter in Gamma’s accent. She chuckled and went up on her tiptoes to kiss you again. “It’s fine. Last night was… it was one of the best dates I’ve ever been on, John.”

“Ouch,” you grinned back to her. “If it was only ‘one of’ the best dates? Give me some constructive criticism for next time.”

“Ummm,” Gemma made a show of thinking. “Well, there were definitely enough orgasms.”

“Well, that’s something,” you nodded.

“And there was action and witty repartee. Lots of dancing, and kissing, and romance. There was one thing you could try and do next time though.”

“What’s that?” you asked.

“Less Eric,” Gemma said.

You laughed and nodded slowly. “Noted. I’ll check Eric’s plans from now on to make sure we’re not double booking.”

Gemma ended up leading you to the washroom and into the shower. You’d had fun with her there the night before, and you had almost as much fun now soaping her up and cleaning her off. You even ended up washing her silvery blonde hair, running your fingers through every inch and massaging her scalp with the shampoo and conditioner. Then it was Gemma’s turn to wash you, which left you teased and excited, but she didn’t finish you off.

Instead, she dried you off with a towel and gave you a light-hearted slap on the butt like a football player. “Alright, love. Time to go make Sabrina your bitch.”

You snorted and started trying to figure out how you were going to go from the washroom to Gemma’s bedroom to find the rest of your clothes. “I think she would be happy to report she already is.”

This made Gemma snicker. “Seriously though,” Gemma said, drying her hair with a towel and then wrapping it up - the whole process was delightful considering she wasn’t wearing a stitch and her big tits were free to wiggle and bounce. “What are you and Sabrina up to today?”

“Well,” you said. “I owe her a win on a bet over pineapple on pizza, and then I think she wants me to film her, or join in on a couple of blowjob scenes. How, um… how does that make you feel?”

“Fine,” Gemma shrugged. “Just remember the rule - I don’t want your pretty, rugged face in any of the videos.”

“You’re pretty amazing, you know that?” you asked her.

She preened a little in the mirror with a smile. “Oh, I know.”

You left the bathroom at the same time, Gemma leading the way with a towel wrapped around her body, and thankfully didn’t run into any of the roommates - less thankfully, you got a wolf whistle from back down the hallway just as you were turning into the bedroom.

“Nice cheeks, sweetcheeks!” Becca called after you.

“That woman is trouble,” you said once the door was shut.

“She takes a second to warm up, but then she’s… well, yeah. She’s trouble.” Gemma grinned.

Re-dressed in your date clothes from yesterday, Gemma ended up holding up a couple of sundresses and asking your opinion - you opted for a cute red one. She slipped it on over her head without putting on underwear, fixing it around her bust and hips for a moment before taking your hand.

“You know I love you, right?” she asked.

“I know,” you said.. “And I love you too. Why ask that?”

“Because… because I don’t want you to think I’m just saying it. Or I’m saying it for fun. Well, it is fun to say with you, but I really do mean it. Every word of our code, OK? But I also feel weird saying it when I’m about to send you off to another girl, not that I’m trying to change the arrangement at all. I’m just a little self-conscious about the whole thing and trying to figure it out, and oh God I’m starting to ramble so I’m going to shut up.”

You kissed her for an answer, just a light one, and then hugged her close as she rested her head on your chest.

“I know, love. Me too,” you said.

You held each other for a little bit, then Gemma decided she wanted to send you with a little extra tease for Sabrina and she took off the sundress again and had you take pictures of the hickies you’d left on her. The one on her thigh had developed into a big one, and she ran her fingers over it and bit her lower lip. The matching pair on her inner cleavage were smaller but a little darker, a little more firmly set in, and made for a really hot picture.

Gemma slid her dress back on again. “God, I almost wish you’d put one on my neck,” she said. “Or somewhere everyone would see. I don’t know what it is about you, John, but I love the idea that I’m carrying a mark you left on me. I hated when my ex would give me a hickie by accident, but somehow with you I just… Hooo, you make me want to do silly shit.”

“No silly shit,” you said, taking her hand and kissing your fingers. “At least not spur of the moment.”

She brought you to the door and you ended up making out a little bit as a goodbye kiss, only getting interrupted by Lucy stomping down the hallway.

“Alright, get out,” Gemma said. “I’m going to have to spend the day taming the grouchy bear.”

“Have fun,” you said, and kissed her on the tip of the nose.

*******

Sabrina opened her door with a smile on, and that was all.

“Good morning, Daddy,” she said, stepping partially into the hall to take your hand and bring you inside her apartment.

“You know you’ve got Gemma saying that now, too?” you said.

Sabrina’s tinkling laughter, and cute little butt, led you into the apartment.

Chapter 95

“So tell me everything,” Sabrina said, spinning in the middle of her apartment living room and giving you a teasing smile with the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. She was completely naked, her lithe body completely on display to you. Where Gemma was fit with curves, Sabrina was skinny fit. Where Gemma had the golden tan of someone who had spent their life outdoors in the sun, Sabrina was pale. Blonde to Brunette. Even their pubic hair was different, Gemma shaved smooth and Sabrina with that little exclamation mark.

“First thing’s first,” you said, and stepped towards her and swept Sabrina up into your arms in a cradle carry, kissing her warmly as she kicked her legs playfully and smiled into your lips. Her tongue was alive against yours and she cupped your jaw with her hand to stop you from pulling away too quickly. “Good morning,” you finally said once the kiss ended.

“Now that’s the way to greet a girl,” Sabrina smiled.

You turned and sat down on the couch, keeping Sabrina on your lap. “Sabrina, I need to tell you-”

“Wait,” she said, giving you a serious look. “Is this something intimate between you and Gemma?”

“Yes,” you said.

“Then wait until we’re together,” she said. Sabrina was looking into your eyes, hers large and earnest. “If it might affect the three of us, wait for it to be the three of us.”

“OK,” you agreed.

“OK,” she said. “Just tell me all the sexy and fun parts.”

So you did, starting with running into Lucy at the elevator, and making love to Gemma before she even got dressed. At this point Sabrina spread her legs and started absently stroking herself, and you moved her fingers away and started to slowly work her pussy lips yourself while teasing her nipples with the fingertips of your other hand. You told her about coming inside of Gemma twice, and it being her first time to do that, making Sabrina giggle that they were creampie sisters now. Then you told her about going to the shower, and getting interrupted by Becca. Going to the Comedy Club and battling the comedians, which Sabrina said she would have been so embarrassed by but laughed about after the fact.

When you got to meeting Eric outside the club, Sabrina held your wrist to stop you from slowly teasing her so that she could focus more on the story. She listened to everything that happened with the DeezChains guy incredulously, and was even more shocked that Eric had actually proven useful. That made you wonder if you should have tried reaching out to him last night, or even that morning, but… you had Sabrina naked in your lap. You went back to the story, about dancing with Gemma in the back corner of the club, making out with her in the dark. Grinding against her. Fondling her all over as you bumped and rubbed. Sabrina started to shift her ass against the crotch of your pants, teasing your hardon.

Then she really started to get horny as you told her about the elevator, and the hallway, and the entryway. You were two fingers deep into her by the time the story got back to the bedroom. Sabrina got soaked, her juices dripping down your hand and wrist.

“Fuck me,” Sabrina demanded after you told her about running into Becca in the kitchen.

“Mmm-mm,” you refused her. Then you set her on the couch and slipped down to the ground between her legs. “I owe you an hour of oral.”

“I thought-” she said, but you stopped her by pulling her butt to the edge of the couch and spreading her legs wider.

“Sabrina? Just close your eyes and enjoy, OK?”

She did as you said, nodding as she closed her eyes and you bent your head down to take a long, slow lick of her wet pussy.

An hour, it turns out, is both a hell of a long time and surprisingly short. After the first orgasm you pulled out of Sabrina you realized the both of you had forgotten the need for towels, and after a quick pause to position several of them around you went back to work.

You lost count of the number of smaller orgasms Sabrina had roll through her - just shudders and tensing and her toes curling. She had four major orgasms that sprayed or flooded her messy girlcum on you, and the towels, and the couch.

By the time you were done, Sabrina was exhausted, your jaw was sore and your tongue felt like you might have pulled a muscle. You picked up Sabrina from the couch and brought her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed and then stripping off to lay next to her naked. She was half asleep when you carried her in, and you were happy to drift off with her considering the long night you’d had.

You woke up to an amazing feeling - warm and wet and tight, and when you blinked your eyes open you found Sabrina slowly bouncing up and down on your cock, carefully trying not to wake you as she used you as a living dildo.

“Got restless?” you asked her.

She sat all the way down on your cock with an abashed smile. “I spent an hour wanting you to put this cock inside of me, John. Then you just have it sticking up like that right in front of me. What was I supposed to do?”

“Nothing different,” you grinned. “Lean back a bit.”

She did, and you used your thumb to strum her clit as she slow-stroked herself on your cock.

“You know, we aren’t supposed to be having sex,” you reminded her. “We’re supposed to be filming lots of foreplay today.”

“In a minute,” Sabrina muttered, working herself to an orgasm. “The best foreplay is going to happen once we’re completely comfortable with each other. That’s what I read anyways. Never fuck a scene partner for the first time on camera.”

“Sabrina, I don’t think it meant ‘that day,’ you said.

“Semantics,” she laughed. “Now pinch me.”

You reached forward and pinched her tight stomach hard, and she came on your cock. When she was done, she sat down on it fully and looked at you with a sort of drunk smile. “That was perfect,” she said. “Now, what were we doing again?”

Chapter 96

By the time you got out of bed it was already almost noon, but you were supposed to be getting work done so decided to at least get everything set up for the first thing Sabrina wanted to film.

Even though she’d already given you a run-through of her various equipment it was still a surprising amount of work to get everything set up. You both decided the first scene was going to be mutual masturbation - Sabrina had done plenty of masturbation scenes already with various toys and dildos, so it made sense that the first actual video she put out with a live cock would be one where she didn’t actually touch it. The escalation was more important to keep her Fans hooked and wanting more.

Still, you set up the lights and did a ‘dry’ run-through of what you would do, checking the lighting for where you would be moving and making sure everything would look good. There were three different ring lights stationed around the room, and Sabrina ended up using her various tripods to position her old phone and your phone at different angles to catch everything from a couple of angles, while you would film her from her newest phone as the ‘main shot.’ The whole thing was going to be a mess of editing, but Sabrina was sure the upgraded quality and multi-shots would raise her OnlyFans up another level.

Once everything was ready to go, you ended up stepping out of her apartment, holding the door mostly closed.

“Ready?” you called in.

A buzzing sound, soft but insistent, started. “Alright, ready. Action!”

You smiled and shook your head, but stopped from chuckling. You started the recording and waited a moment, then stepped into the apartment keeping the camera low.

“Oh, Daddy!” Sabrina said in mock surprise. “I didn’t realize you were coming over, I would have waited for you.”

You panned the camera up from its slight tilt at the floor while you crossed the room, careful not to show the various lighting or camera rigs. Sabrina was revealed slowly, first her bare feet with her toes flexing, then her long, skinny legs and thighs, then her hips and pelvis where she was currently ‘hiding’ her pussy but was still holding the buzzing pink vibrator in one hand.

“It looks like my girl is being naughty today,” you said. “Didn’t I tell you that you weren’t allowed to come again until I did?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Sabrina pouted. You kept panning upwards, across her skinny torso and her little bare tits that she pressed upwards with her arched back. Her nipples were hard and you wanted to throw the camera aside and dive on them, but resisted. Then you finished the panning upwards, her body from her shins to the tip of her nose in the frame. “I swear I wasn’t being bad, I just wanted to play with myself a little bit because I was thinking of Daddy’s Dick and got horny. I swear I was just going to edge myself.” She was using what you’d come to think of as her ‘OnlyFans Voice,’ a little lower than her usual register and breathy. You could only assume it was the kind of voice used for phone sex back in the day.

You sighed heavily, exaggerated, for the camera. “And how am I supposed to believe that? I know my bratty girl likes to push the rules sometimes.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes at you, knowing it was out of frame, but kept herself from smiling. She knew exactly what you were doing calling her a brat - it was just revenge for her officially titling you ‘Daddy’ in her videos and pictures.

“Please, Daddy,” Sabrina said. “I don’t want to be a brat. I just want you.”

“Show me how much you want me,” you said. “Use that toy.”

“You really want to watch me like this?” she asked, doing a sexy little bite of the corner of her lip.

“Do I need to tell you twice?” you asked.

“No, Daddy,” she said, spreading her legs a little wider and moving her hands from her pussy, showing it in full, the lips just a little pink but definitely wet along the crease. She slowly started to play the toy along her breasts with one hand while she slid a finger up and down her pussy lips. Then, after toying with the tip of the vibe around her nipples, she brought it to her mouth and gave it a couple of quick sucks.

“Is that what you want to see, Daddy?” she asked. “My pretty little mouth filled up?”

“Just one of many things I want, my little brat,” you said.

“Oh, do you want to see my pussy getting filled too? To see me squirming and writhing as my clit and lips get swollen as I tease myself for you?”

“I’m waiting,” was your answer.

Sabrina lowered the vibrator down her torso, over her belly button and mound, and tapped it against her clit. She hissed in a breath, pursing her lips as she began to work the humming toy along her pussy.

“Will you kiss me, Daddy?” she asked.

“Only good girls get kisses,” you told her. “And right now you’re still acting like a needy, naughty brat.”

“I’m soooorry, Daddy,” Sabrina moaned as she slowly inserted the vibrator into her pussy.

She began to slowly masturbate herself, bringing her knees back further so that her feet were in the shot as well. She worked her talents, twisting her lips sexily, breathing and gasping and even hiccuping once. When she wasn’t pulling back one leg or the other to make sure the other cameras were getting a good view, she was softly twisting and tugging on one of her nipples.

And the whole time her eyes stayed glued to yours, big and sexy and wanting more.

Eventually, after about seven minutes of her playing with herself for the camera, you started to undo your pants with one hand, the clinking of the metal of your belt loud enough to get picked up by the camera.

Sabrina perked up as planned. “Yes, Daddy! Oh, please fuck me. I’ll suck your big Daddy Dick so good.”

“Do you think you’ve earned my cock?” you asked her, letting your pants drop to the floor. You hadn’t bothered with your boxers.

Sabrina hesitated. “No, not yet, Daddy,” she sighed.

“That’s a better girl,” you said. “Now, keep fucking yourself with that little toy of yours, but don’t you dare come until I do.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said.

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You quickly started stroking your cock, getting closer to Sabrina and changing the angle of the camera shot until you were looking down at her, your cock in the shot as you stroked it.

“Oh, Daddy, that looks so fucking good,” Sabrina crooned and moaned. “God, I just want to taste it. Please, Daddy, can I taste your delicious Daddy Dick? Just a little, pretty please?”

“What kind of girl gets a taste?” you asked her.

“Good girls,” she whined.

“And what are you?” you asked her.

“Your needy, naughty girl,” Sabrina panted. She was getting closer, the soft degradation play starting to get to her. It took everything you had not to pull that vibrator out of her and thrust into her hard, or to shove your cock into her mouth.

She babbled a little bit, talking about your cock. How big it was, how she loved the way it stretched her out. How she dreamed about it.

Sabrina pushed herself closer and closer to an orgasm as you stroked yourself, sometimes in the frame and sometimes out.

“Are you close, naughty girl?” you asked her.

She nodded fast. “Yes, Daddy, but I’m trying to hold it for you.”

“Now that’s my good girl,” you said. “What do you need to wait for?”

“Your cum!” Sabrina whined. “Please, Daddy, please can I have your cum? I know I don’t deserve Daddy’s Dick right now, but I really, really want your cum. Please can I be a good girl now, Daddy? Pleeaaase?”

“Yes,” you hissed, and shifted your cock back into the frame as you stroked yourself to an orgasm, splattering Sabrina’s upper torso, tits, chest and neck with your cum as you tried your damndest to keep the camera still.

“Oh, yes Daddy! Yes, I’m your good girl, your good fucking girl,” Sabrina moaned, starting her own orgasm as she stuck out her tongue to catch the last little spurt. Then you panned lower, getting a closeup on her pussy as she pulled the vibrator out of herself and jammed it against her clit, watching as a little gush of clear girlcum oozed out of her and her muscles clenched. The shot angle was planned - Sabrina was sitting back on a pillow so the background of the camera caught up her body, but still ended without showing more of her face than her lips.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Sabrina moaned happily as her orgasm wore off. “Thank you.”

“That’s my good girl,” you said, raising the camera back up to show off her cum splattered body again.

She took in a deep breath, smiling widely. “And cut!”

You stopped the recording on the phone you were holding, then reached over and stopped it on both of the other phones as well.

“Fuck, that was so good, John,” Sabrina panted, looking at you with a wide grin. “Fuck, you holding that ‘good girl’ title over me was so fucking hot.”

“Just stay there, good girl,” you smiled. “Let me get a towel for you.”

You quickly went to the kitchen and fetched a wet washcloth, coming back and sitting next to Sabrina. She hadn’t moved a muscle, still holding her legs open and basking in the feelings inside her with her eyes closed. You kissed her softly, and she responded in kind, her lips moving on yours in a sweet little makeout as you blindly began to wipe up her torso. Soon her tongue prodded your lips, and you met hers with yours, and you were making out.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling sweetly as you finally separated. “John, I-” she stopped herself.

You knew what she wanted to say. You fucking knew it. It was on your lips too, but it was so fucking wrong to say it. Or was it?

You were saying ‘I Love You’ with Gemma. That meant something.

“I know,” you said instead, and kissed her again softly. “I know.”

She hugged you, and you used that hug to pull her up and she curled into your lap. This seemed to be the most natural position for you two at this point - naked, with Sabrina sitting on your lap.

The moment ended and Sabrina stretched, causing her stomach to growl cutely and she blushed. “Guess it’s lunchtime, huh?”

“Definitely,” you chuckled.

Sabrina hopped to her feet and you watched her cute butt bounce as she walked over into the kitchenette.

“You OK with just some sandwiches?” she asked absently. “I did groceries yesterday after you gave me shit for having an empty kitchen. BLTs?”

“Sure, sounds good,” you said.

Sabrina happily hummed to herself as she started putting together the quick meal, and you sat back and watched her work. She was different here, like this, than she was at work. There she was smiling but focused, business-like but cheery. Focused. But watching her in the kitchen, bopping back and forth from cupboard to cupboard, you couldn’t help but feel like the office almost stifled her natural bubbly personality.

Then again, maybe it was just the clothes. Sabrina seemed so comfortable in her own skin that it was infectious.

Sabrina asked you about mayo, and caught you staring at her. “What?” she asked, blushing through a smile.

“Nothing,” you said, unable to keep a smile from your own lips. “You’re just really beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she said and turned away to finish her work. When she came back over to you, carrying both sandwiches on one plate and one large glass of milk to share, you felt like you had a moment of reverse deja vu. Like you could see a glimpse of a future where Sabrina was this adoring housewife, and you both lived in a white picket fence type of house. There was a golden retriever over in the corner panting happily, and she was early in her first pregnancy, beaming with happiness.

“John?” Sabrina asked as she slid back onto your lap, back in the apartment.

You shook your head, shaking that wild feeling. “Sorry, I just- I zoned out for a second. What was that?”

“I was saying that this would make a good scene,” Sabrina said. She sat the plate down her lap and lifted one of the sandwiches, lifting it to your lips to feed you. “You know, meme on the whole ‘go make me a sandwich’ thing. Maybe I bring you the sandwich you asked for and then I blow you while you eat it.”

You took the bite, and she turned the sandwich and took her own bite, chewing cutely. “S’good?” she asked.

Swallowing quickly, you smiled and nodded. “Very,” you said, and kissed her on the cheek. “This is all very, very good.”

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Sabrina continued to feed you and herself through the meal, and the two of you flirted and laughed and talked about your childhoods. It was calm and wholesome and relaxing, and when both sandwiches were done you stroked your fingers through her hair to move a loose strand behind her ear and kissed her again.

“You know I can feel you,” Sabrina said, putting her hand on your chest with a teasing smile.

“I know,” you smiled. “But I’m enjoying this.”

“I know, me too,” she said. “But we still have more work to do. Think you’re ready with another big load for me?”

“One more kiss and I will be,” you grinned.

The two of you went through the same routine as before, deciding on where it would happen and how, then positioning cameras and testing lighting. Sabrina had filmed several blowjob clips using realistic dildos already, so she’d worked out a few angles that would work better than others to hide her face while showing off her lips and mouth, but it was still going to require her to edit in some face blurring for incidental catches.

This time you would be the one that was stationary, lounging on the couch in your pants and shirt. Once the cameras were rolling, you put on the role again and called out to Sabrina. “Babe, come out here.”

Sabrina came out of the bedroom wearing a black set of lingerie that was all lace and mesh. To top it off, she was wearing thigh-high black stockings that contrasted amazingly with her pale skin. “Yes, Daddy?” she asked. She strode over in front of you and knelt between your legs, bringing herself into the frame perfectly for the ‘main shot’ phone in your hands. “I really hope I’ve been a good girl since last time, Daddy. I really want to taste some Daddy Dick today.”

“You have been,” you said, reaching out one hand and running your thumb along her jawline and then across her lips. She took your thumb between them and sucked, and you slowly pulled it out, her lower lip dragging with it until your thumb reached her chin and her lip snapped back up. “You’ve been absolutely perfect in every way.”

“Can I suck your cock, please?” Sabrina begged. “I really deserve a reward.”

“Go ahead,” you said.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she cheered softly, those small but supple lips of hers twisting into an excited grin. She leaned forward, her bra-clad chest pressing into the obvious bulge in your pants, and she made kissing noises right next to the phone. The actual positioning made a kiss impossible, but the view on the phone definitely looked like it was real.

You winked at Sabrina, and she grinned and winked back, before moving back into the frame.

Sabrina worked slowly, first feeling and kissing your cock through your pants, fawning over your size for the camera. Then she unzipped your pants and reached her hand in, feeling you up without showing anything to the camera. Finally, she unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down, your cock snapping up to attention to her delighted, if exaggerated, gasp.

She started with a handjob, then teasing with her tongue around the very tip of your cock, then slowly lower. Licking your shaft like an ice cream cone. Then taking you between her lips, slowly working lower and lower, then back to teasing with her tongue. Back to her lips.

At one point you couldn’t help yourself and you reached forward, brushing your fingers through her hair. She’d been playing up all her talking for the camera, looking right at it instead of at you even though her eyes weren’t in the shot, but when you did that her eyes came back to you and softened.

“You are the best,” you said. “And you’re mine.”

“I am,” she grinned. “All yours.”

The blowjob continued. It was great for you, though any blowjob that isn’t downright horrible is generally going to be enjoyable. It just wasn’t the same as when Sabrina was able to go all out. When she choked herself on you, when she went wild, she had the freedom to be herself. She couldn’t do that on camera because half the screen would have to be blurred out if she took you too deeply.

It was good, but it was work, not passion.

“Where do you want to come, Daddy?” she eventually asked. “In my mouth? Or my pretty titties?”

We’d already discussed the finish. “I want to cover those beautiful breasts,” you said.

“Mmmm, I love that, Daddy,” she hummed and grinned, and then took off her bra.

Sabrina went back to blowing you and soon you nodded to her that you were close. She talked dirty to the camera but kept her eyes on you as she started beating you off quickly with both hands, sitting up to point your cock at her tits.

You nodded, letting her know you were about to go off, and since her face was completely off-camera she shot you a silent air kiss. Then you let your toes curl and your ass clench as you came four big globs across her small breasts, one particularly large spurt covering her left nipple and areola entirely.

“Yes, that’s it, Daddy,” she crooned, stroking your cock like she was petting a cat as she sat back with a big grin on her face. With her other hand she scooped that fingerful of cum from her nipple and brought it to her mouth, making sounds like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted.

“Thank you,” she said, and bit her lower lip for the camera. “And cut.”

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You were tired, and this time it was Sabrina who went to get a fresh washcloth. She scrubbed down her chest quickly, then tenderly washed your wilting cock and balls.

“That was hot, but not the same,” she said as she finished, and gave your soft prick a little kiss.

“I was thinking the same thing,” you said. “I could feel you holding back.”

“I just wanted to deep throat you so bad,” Sabrina smirked.

You sighed and sat up, stretching a little before you stood and stretched out your back. “I’m gonna be honest, Sabrina, I don’t know if I’ve got another good load in me. Between last night and today… Well, to be honest, my balls are kind of aching.”

“Oh no,” Sabrina said, actually concerned for you. “Baby, why didn’t you say something?”

“No, it’s not anything bad,” you said. “They just feel like they’re a gas tank running on empty right now, that’s all.”

“OK, let’s take a break,” she said. “And we’ll change up the last scene we were going to shoot. Instead of you using a toy on me while I give you a blowjob, we just do you using a toy on me. We’ll set up a camera overhead on a stand instead of you holding it, so you can use both hands. And maybe you could… choke me again?”

You pulled Sabrina up from where she’d been kneeling on the floor and kissed her firmly. “Honey, anything you want.”

She burst into a grin. You hadn’t realized how self-conscious she might have been about your experiences together that week. Fuck, again you were getting struck by the realization that everything that had happened with you, Sabrina and Gemma had only been going on for a week.

Sabrina ended up deciding that a break from filming and fucking was the perfect time to watch the second episode of Castle, and she had you sit on the floor in front of the couch so that she could sit behind you and massage your shoulders. Soon you were half-engrossed in the cop procedural, and groaning and wincing at the pressure Sabrina was putting on your upper back as she tried to work on knots you didn’t realize you were carrying around.

When she was done you leaned back and pulled her legs over your shoulders from behind so that they were hanging against your chest. You absent-mindedly rubbed her feet, not putting so much effort into it as to call it a massage, but enough to make her feel good to thank her for her own efforts.

By the time the episode was over, you were feeling a lot more relaxed than before and turned your head to kiss Sabrina’s knee. “Do you want to watch another, or get this last scene done?”

“Mmm, yes? Both?” Sabrina said.

So you went to work. This time you set up everything in her bedroom, going through the motions. Framing, camera position, lighting. Quick dry run.

The scene started with Sabrina on her back, naked on the bed with her legs slightly spread and an array of her toys laid out next to her.

“Are you sure I can’t do anything for you, Daddy?” Sabrina kicked off the scene.

“No. It’s my turn to make my girl feel as good as she makes me,” you said. You stroked her cheek, then down to her breast, pinching her nipple softly. “Of course, good girls also have a naughty side that needs to be fulfilled, don’t they?”

Sabrina nodded her head excitedly and hummed an affirmative.

You started with your hands, careful to keep your head from blocking the scene from the camera above. Starting with her shoulders and collarbone, you felt her all over. Squeezing and teasing her breasts, running your fingers over her stomach. Palming and even spanking her thighs a little. Stroking her cunt.

“You are so fucking excited,” you said.

“I really am, Daddy,” she said. “You make me feel so good in the worst ways.”

“Not so bad in the best ways?” you asked.

She giggled and stuck out her tongue. “That, too.”

You transitioned from your fingers to a silly-looking feather, which did little more than tease her a bit and make her giggle more when you played it along her sides. Then came a little bullet vibe. You started at her lips, and she sucked on the humming device, before teasing it down her throat and circling her nipples. Then you surprised her by bringing it down to her pussy and half-inserting it, making her gasp and thrust her hips upwards.

The vibe played around her entrance for a long moment as you let her juices coat the little device, then you removed it and placed it onto the centre of her chest still running. Sabrina was panting now, more at the rapidly changing stimuli than anything else, and you reached over and picked up the life-like dildo she’d chosen. It was about six inches and looked thick compared to her - at least, you remember thinking that when you saw her using it a week ago on her page. Now, holding it in your hand, it was a little smaller than you were.

You couldn’t help but smirk a bit.

The dildo went to her mouth, which she turned to the side to give the top camera a good view as you fed it to her, more and more until she was deepthroating it, the fake balls pressed against her chin.

“That’s it,” you said softly. “Good girl. Goood girl. Get it covered in your spit.”

When you pulled it out Sabrina coughed lightly, but opened her mouth with her tongue out.

“Nono,” you said. “That’s not where it’s going.”

Moving her legs wider, you used the fingers of one hand to lewdly spread her pink and swollen pussy lips and inserted the head of the cock into her entrance.

Just the head.

You set the dildo down on the bed, and Sabrina shot you a pleading look. It was the ultimate tease. A true ‘just the tip’ scenario when she desperately wanted to be filled.

Instead, you picked up the last item on the bed. Sabrina had included it as a joke reference to a show you’d both seen, the adult cartoon Archer, which was originally about the ridiculous characters in a spy organization.

A pingpong paddle.

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You hefted the ping pong paddle and tilted her knee a little more open, exposing her soft thigh.

“Daddy?” Sabrina asked, her voice quavering a bit.

“Yes, honey?” you asked.

“Did I do something naughty?”

You smiled and blew her an air kiss, your eyes locked with hers. “Not at all, babe. I just know that sometimes you like being treated like a nasty, naughty slut. And I can do that because… why?”

Sabrina licked her lips and stared horny heat at you. “Because I’m your nasty, naughty slut.”

You slapped her exposed thigh, the loud clap of the paddle on her skin strangely satisfying. “Yes, you are.”

You gave her a few more slaps with the paddle on her thighs, leaving them a soft pink but nothing worse, then closed her legs around the dildo and tilted them up and back, slapping the underside of her thighs as well until they were the same shade. The dildo fell out on the last slap.

“Well, that just won’t do,” you said, dropping the paddle and unceremoniously sticking the dildo back into her pussy. All the way.

“Ooooh, fuck Daddy!” Sabrina moaned loudly. “Yes! Thank you, thank you.”

You lowered her legs and spread them again, taking hold of the dildo and quickly pumping it into her in firm, hard thrusts.

“Oh- Fuck- Daddy! Yes, just like that. Just like that. Fuck my dirty, nasty, slutty fuckhole, Daddy. Fuck me fucking sideways. Fuck me frontways. Fuck me fuck fuuuuuck meeeee,” Sabrina was quickly driving towards to first orgasm.

You didn’t let up, but you did reach forward with your free hand and grab her little tit, squeezing it hard. “Hold it,” you said. “Don’t you fucking cum until I say so.”

“Oh nooooo, please Daddy, please,” Sabrina whined. “Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck, please.”

“Hold it!” you ordered.

“OK, OK,” she panted, her chest heaving as her muscles started to flex from the effort. She grit her teeth hard, her abdomen scrunching, her toes clenching. Little whimpers leaked through her teeth.

“Who’s your Daddy?” you asked her.

“You are,” she sobbed.

You couldn’t help yourself and you bent your head into the shot, kissing her. She howled into your mouth as she came, her girlcum messily flooding out of her around the dildo you didn’t stop fucking her with. You could feel it splatter on your wrist and arm, but you were busy kissing her and absorbing the sound of her orgasmic cries.

Once it had worked out of her, you pulled your head back and she looked at you with a sloppy smile and glazed eyes, but you weren’t done yet. You were still slowly thrusting the dildo in and out of her, and with your other hand you picked up the ping-pong paddle again and gave her a slap on the stomach.

She gulped in air and her eyes went wide at the sting and shock, coming back to earth from whatever orgasm afterlife she’d been floating in.

You dropped the paddle on her stomach lightly and picked the bullet vibrator back up from where it was still humming on her chest. Then you slammed the dildo back into her pussy as deep as you could and wedged the bullet vibe between her clit and the fake balls of the dildo.

The sexiest part of Sabrina, you’d found, wasn’t her mouth. It wasn’t her pussy, or her butt, or tits. No, the sexiest part of both your girls were their eyes. The way they looked at you. They way they could talk to you through those looks.

You kept that dildo and bullet vibe hammered into her cunt with one hand, and with the other you wrapped your hand around Sabrina’s throat and started to softly squeeze.

Sabrina humped her hips, her body responding to the pleasure by wanting to receive thrusts, but none were coming. Her nipples looked like they could have cut glass, they were so hard. The muscles from her collarbone to her toes rippled as her body was frozen like it wanted to thrash but couldn’t bring itself to do it.

You squeezed her throat a little more, careful. Ever so careful, but unrelenting. Then you let her get in two big breaths and squeezed again.

Sabrina’s eyes slowly rolled back as she came again. Hard.

She didn’t squirt this time, though she did end up flooding the bed a bit. Instead, her legs snapped closed and twisted as she curled up. Her hands clutched the sheets of the bed and yanked at them hard.

You let go of her throat and gave her a soft slap on the cheek, and she gasped in air as a new wave of her orgasm hit her and she went limp except for her hips humping erratically.

“Huuuhuhuhuh,” Sabrina stuttered through her breathing, struggling to get control of herself.

You pulled the dildo out of her, the vibe falling to the wet sheets. She rolled over, apparently having completely forgotten the cameras and the filming, and practically crawled up into your arms, trying to wrap herself as close to you as she could as she continued to shudder and quake through aftershocks of her orgasm.

There was nothing you could do but hold her, cradled in your arms as she buried her face in your neck. She didn’t cry or moan, just sort of shivered and jerked.

After a couple of minutes she kissed your neck and whispered, “Thank you. You can put me down.”

You did so slowly, and she tried her best to fall back into a position properly framed.

“Well, fuck Daddy,” she said, resuming her OnlyFans voice. “That was… wow.”

“Only the very best, because you are wow,” you replied.

“And cut,” Sabrina said, and collapsed back onto the bed fully. You quickly turned off the recordings, and the lights, and crawled up on the bed with her.

Sabrina immediately crawled so she was spooning in front of you, wrapping your arms around her and even pulling one of your legs over hers. “John, that was… that was the most powerful sexual experience I think I might ever have,” she whispered.

You kissed her shoulder softly. “Shhh, Sabrina. That was utterly amazing, but we’re just starting to figure things out.”

“That’s what scares me, baby,” she said. “That it could get even better than that. You might actually kill me.”

“Never,” you whispered. “Never.”

You held her like that until she fell asleep, the exhaustion of the experience catching up with her, and you let yourself doze off too, loving the feeling of holding Sabrina in your arms.