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🕑 Added 2025-02-25 04:15:46 +0000 UTCChapter 631
It wasn’t your first blowjob from Amanda. Hell, it wasn’t even your third or fourth. You’d both had plenty of fun with each other the last couple of times you’d been together, and she’d already shown before that once she was into it she got into it. What you hadn’t done was participate in anything on camera with the big-breasted woman before - hell, you hadn’t even actually seen much of her content at all. The most you knew was that she’d only been doing solo stuff until now.
The scene was a pretty basic setup. You were pre-positioned in a chair, sitting slightly slouched with your hips on the edge of the seat to make your pelvis maximally accessible as things progressed. Amanda started about five steps away, and waited a moment after Sabrina’s call of action before coming forward - she offered you a drink, was flirty, and you worked the PoV camera to ‘nod’ and ‘shake your head’ a few times instead of verbally answering her. She sat on your knee, did a little more flirting, and then slid down to her knees between yours as she grinned up into your eyes and reached for your belt.
You almost forgot to work the camera at that point because Amanda had those big, expressive eyes and utterly cute, cherubic face, and you could see in her whole expression that this wasn’t just a scene.
The more sex you had with different people, and the more amateur or OnlyFans-model porn you watched as research with Sabrina (and it was research, you weren’t even jerking off and sometimes you didn’t even get hard you were so deep in analysis mode), the more you started to see subtle differences in how performers were acting. Obviously, some of the girls, and guys, were better actors than others. And some had tricks they used to get around that; editing styles, not talking at all, not bothering with ‘scenes’ and just cutting right to intimate moments. But others, even some top ones, didn’t have those tricks and didn’t really adjust.
They were often smokin’ hot, and slutty in their various ways, but they never seemed to really be into what they were doing despite their words or various wanton porno moans. There wasn’t a spark of excitement or lust in their eyes. Giving a blowjob, getting kissed, getting eaten out or fucked - it was all mechanical or routine. Maybe it was because they were doing it primarily as a business first, so their partners didn’t really excite them. Maybe it was because they were burnt out or something, or they were drunk or high - there was no avoiding the various rumours, whether they were true or not, that the ‘mainstream’ porn industry kind of chewed girls up and spit them out for a long time.
Whatever the reason, you’d never seen that look in Sabrina’s eyes when you were filming with her, and every scene you did together was a smash with her fans. That wasn’t just your judgement either, they told her so - sure, there were the sort of comments you would expect; overly sexual, focused on her body, or ‘what they would do with her’ sort of stuff. But there were a surprising number of comments that were about her energy, and personality. How you were lucky to have someone so engaged and excited to be with you.
You agreed. Wholeheartedly.
And Amanda was giving you that same energized, excited, horny look. Except her eyes were going to be on camera, and all her fans - if she released it - would get to see that look too.
You knew at that moment that if she did decide to release it, this scene would be a fucking hit. And she hadn’t even wrapped her lips around your cock yet.
“God, that’s a nice, big fucking cock,” she murmured as she fished it out of your pants, grinning before tilting her head and bringing her lips to kiss the side of it wetly, then up a little higher to suckle for a moment on the side of the head.
It took almost ten minutes from that first suck, with Amanda moaning and groaning as she sucked and stroked your cock in between saying dirty little things to you, for her to reach back and unzip her dress. Lowering it, she released those iconic, huge tits and laughed at the look on your face before shimmying her chest to set them wobbling.
“You’ve been an amazingly controlled date tonight,” she said with a grin. “I only caught you glancing at them a few times. Most guys can’t keep their eyes off of them, not that I can really blame them.” She pinched both her nipples, giving her tits a little shake and then slowly tugging on them. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get your lips on my nips. But, not until later.” She grinned and pushed those bare tits to your legs as she slurped your cock between her lips again.
This time she got sloppy. Drool spilt from her lips as she crammed as much of your cock into her mouth as she could. The wet slurping sounds, and the occasional gag, filled the apartment. And Amanda had taken some of Sabrina’s pointers to heart, making sure to spend long moments looking up into the camera like she was looking into your eyes. And when she would pull away, gasping for air as strings of spittle would keep you connected for a moment before snapping and spilling down onto her bare tits, she would be grinning. Knowing what she was doing to you. And then she would say something like, “Fuck, I want this cock so fucking deep in me. I can’t wait to drink your juicy, creamy cum.”
Then, at a signal from Sabrina that the scene had gone on for almost twenty minutes already, Amanda sat up higher on her knees and got her tits more into things, wrapping those huge pillows around your cock and stroking you with them as she murmured more dirty nothings to you and her audience.
When she leaned back away from you, her cleavage smothered in slick spit and her breasts spilling out to the side, you were a little surprised when she pulled up the front of her dress to show she wasn’t wearing panties. “Fuck, I’m so fucking wet for you,” she groaned, sliding two fingers between her puffy, flushed labia and teasing her clit for a moment before bringing them to her mouth and sucking them. “Mmmm, are you gonna repay the favour and eat me out? Are you gonna shove your tongue so far up my little box that I feel like I’m making out with you from the wrong side? Are you gonna make me come on that tongue and leak my cream and juices all over your face so I can lick it off while I get your cock in me?”
You managed, barely, not to grunt your agreement.
She laughed and lunged forward, gobbling your cock again and stroking right at the base with one hand while massaging your balls with the other. She came away with a hard suck. “Come all over my face and tits,” she begged you. “Fucking cover me in your cum. God, I want to feel it all over my face. Give me that cum, baby. Please give me that-” She interrupted herself, starting to suck you fervently again, and then started to moan and laugh as you thrust up into her mouth as your orgasm roared up out of your balls. The first blast hit her tongue, and the second spattered her lips as she pulled off of you. Everything else sprayed across her chin, neck and broad chest as she stroked you wildly with both hands until you were done.
You were pretty sure you hadn’t fucked up the shot, but the camera might have gotten a little shaky. Amanda was nicely speckled with pearly ropes and beads of your cum, grinning as she slowly continued to stroke your cock with one hand.
“I hope that was fucking good, baby,” she said. “But now I want more.”
“Aaaand- Cut!” Sabrina called, grinning her ass off. Then she turned off her recording and tackled Amanda from the side, already starting to kiss your cum off the other girl’s face.
Chapter 632
The content payback, negotiated more between Amanda and Sabrina since you were out of action for a little bit after a nearly thirty-minute blowjob scene that had left your balls feeling a little achy from the sheer volume of semen Amanda had milked out of you, was a lot less involved.
They came to the decision of three clips, short and with no easily identifiable elements, of you fucking Amanda that Sabrina could post with some teasing captions like ‘Met a new friend!’ or ‘Mister knows how to show the new girls he’s the Boss!’
The key was, beyond your usual No Faces policy, not giving a front-on view of Amanda’s breasts either. She wasn’t the only woman on the internet with a gorgeous, extra-extra-full rack like hers, but there was a good chance that if someone watched both hers and Sabrina’s content by chance they would recognise those boobs.
“Oh, fuck,” Amanda groaned happily as you slipped into her pussy from behind. She was bent over, hands and knees, on the carpet of her living room so that you could get an angle that wouldn’t connect to where she usually filmed in her place.
You had, in fact, spent some time before this doing just what she’d asked during the blowjob scene, eating her out and wedging your tongue deep into her tasty little pussy. And Sabrina had gotten in on things too, her clothes practically evaporating off her body as she started making out with Amanda, and then spun around and started making out with you as you both tongued the bigger girl’s clit.
Amanda was good and ready, already one mild orgasm into the night, when you dragged your cock back out of her.
“Fuck, you tease,” she laughed, looking back over her shoulder at you with a playful glare as she tried to push her thick ass back towards you.
“Mmm, yes I am,” you chuckled, giving her meaty butt a spank and then grabbing it firmly. “But coming from the girl who kept me on edge for a whole half hour, I think it’s a little rich for you to complain, isn’t it?”
“Ugh,” she grunted and then lowered her head and let her thick brunette hair cascade around her as you pushed into her again. “Fuck.”
“Come on, start fucking her properly,” Sabrina snickered, sliding up beside you with her phone ready. “We want that ass-rippling, boobs-bouncing-as-she-screams-your-name look.”
Amanda looked back over her shoulder at you again, tossing her hair to the side. “Well,” she said, giving you a hungry look. “If that’s what the Director wants…”
- - - - -
“Oooooh yeah, that’s good,” Amanda groaned.
“Fuck, hold on, I just want to…” Sabrina said.
You were sitting on Amanda’s couch and the thick girl had just sat down, straddling your cock and taking it fully.
“Fuck that’s so good and deep,” Amanda moaned, leaning towards you and hugging her arms around your shoulders. Her tits crushed and squeezed against your chest as your lips met in a steamy kiss. Then she gasped and arched her back, her chest pressing even harder against you.
Sabrina giggled.
“What did she do?” you murmured through the kiss.
“She’s got her tongue up my butt, the little whore,” Amanda groaned back.
“You love it,” Sabrina said.
Amanda hesitated, then snorted softly and started kissing you again as she worked her hips, stirring your cock in her deliciously.
“Nice,” Sabrina said, pulling away from the two of you and sitting on her butt, grabbing her phone and framing the picture. “Wait, hold on. Amanda, raise your hands over your head- yeah, like that, grab them and then bend your elbows. Perfect. Now bounce on him, I can see your side boobs going. Alright, now moan like a fucking whore who wants nothing more than to get her cunt filled with cum.”
Amanda started to bounce, using her knees and hips, as she leaned a little further away from you to give her tits the room to bounce. Her grin as she watched your eyes was delighted. And then she let out a moan that almost had you losing all sense of control. It was primal and deep, begging and demanding. Because, even if she said she was kind of over her breeding fetish after the last time Sabrina took it too far, it was still there.
“Fuuuuck,” Sabrina said, standing up and setting the phone down on the side table. “OK. Timeout. I need some fucking relief. That was fucking hot.” She climbed up onto the couch, awkwardly swung her leg over you, and leaned forward with an innocent-looking expression on her face as she silently asked you to lick her.
That made you chuckle and you reached up and pulled her more forcefully towards you by her hips, tasting your girlfriend happily. Then she gasped as Amanda pressed her face between her tight little cheeks and paid her back.
- - - - -
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Amanda groaned. “So good. Pound me so good.”
You grunted, fucking down into her hard, her ass clapping against your hips loudly as she started to shudder, heading towards an orgasm.
You couldn’t wait. “Sorry,” you grunted. You wanted to get her off again, but you’d been holding out for a long time. And the goal was for you to come.
Pulling out of her, Amanda realised what was going on and reached back. She was on her stomach on the couch, a pillow under her hips to help keep them raised a little, and you’d been fucking her in prone bone as you buried your face in her hair and inhaled her scent. Now she spread her ass cheeks lewdly, giving you your target as you stroked your cock and then painted her ass crack, her little butthole, and down to her flushed, angry, thoroughly fucked pussy.
Then you pushed back into her as you both moaned, pushing your cum between her labia and deep into her.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” Sabrina said, ending her third recording. Amanda let out a surprised, ‘Oof!’ as your girlfriend climbed up onto the couch again, laid down on top of her in the opposite direction like a wrong-side up 69, and rested her chin on Amanda’s ass as she opened her mouth and said, “Aaaaah.”.
You knew what she wanted and gave it to her. Sabrina let out a guttural groan as she tasted Amanda’s cunt and your cum all over your cock.
“No fair,” Amanda complained with a grin, bending and leaning halfway off the couch to make eye contact with you. “I did all the work, I should get some of the reward.”
Chapter 633
“If you want us to go, we will,” you offered.
Amanda let out a hefty breath, rolling her neck slowly.
You were all still naked, having migrated to her bed after the clips were recorded. That was when the threesome proper had really started. Both girls now looked good and fucked, hair mussed and wearing the same sloppy grins that you were.
Amanda was sitting at the head of the bed, leaning back against her pillows, her sweaty tits on full and glorious display. You and Sabrina had done a number on her nipples, sucking and tweaking and twisting them hard, and they were still a warm red and standing tall. Not that Sabrina had gotten away unscathed - she was sporting a few new hickey marks from you, and Amanda had turned your girlfriend’s ass a hot pink to get her back for all the teasing earlier.
Sabrina was currently laying lengthways across the end of the bed on her back, stretching her thin body like a cat, as naked as Amanda and just as pretty even if they had opposite builds.
You’d just returned from the washroom and had felt the awkwardness of indecision in the room as you stood, holding your briefs in one hand.
“I mean, I don’t want to kick you out or anything…” Amanda said.
“‘Manda,” Sabrina said, rolling onto her side to look at the other girl. “Darling Amanda. Are you trying to tell me that needing to wake up early isn’t worth getting to shower with John right now, and then snuggling up in bed with his cock pressed to your ass and his arms hugging you? And then waking up tomorrow morning to one last glorious fuck that leaves you full of his cum sloshing around in that horny little cunt of yours all day, reminding you that even though you had a shit team for your internship - other than your absolute freak of a fellow girl - you did, in fact, meet a real man and that made the summer worth it?”
Amanda worked her mouth a few times and then laughed softly. “I’m fucking fucked out and somehow you can say that shit and it makes me feel like maybe just one more time,” she said, gently touching between her legs, then she sighed and rolled away from her spot, swinging her legs off the edge of the bed and getting to her feet.
“So?” you asked.
“You really need to ask, John?” Amanda asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards her washroom, her hips swaying a little more than necessary and making her ass wiggle.
“I’m always right,” Sabrina called after you.
“And yet for some reason, you’re not following us,” Amanda called. “My shower can fit the three of us. What are you waiting for?”
- - - - -
“No more,” Amanda mumbled, and you felt her shift and pull Sabrina’s questing hands up higher under the sheets.
“Sorry,” Sabrina giggled softly. “I just wanted to check.”
“Yes, I’m still fucking wet,” Amanda grumbled goodnaturedly. “That doesn’t mean I want another fucking right now.” She made it hard to believe her as she wiggled her ass back at you, but after the bonus shower round, you were pretty fucked out yourself.
The three of you were under the fresh covers you’d put on her bed. You were spooned up behind Amanda, her wonderful, soft curves cradled against your body and your half-hard cock pressed against the firm meat of her ass cheek as you hugged her from behind. The heat of her big breasts pressed to your upper arm was a welcome warmth. Sabrina was lying on the other side of her, snuggled up close so they were almost nose to nose, and your arm that wasn’t wrapped under and around Amanda was reaching across to stroke your girlfriend’s hip comfortably.
“Just checking, do you consent to one of us waking you up with mind-blowing sex?” you asked Amanda softly, whispering in her ear.
“Yes,” she said, then snickered softly. “Just don’t accidentally put it in my butt.”
“You’d probably love it,” Sabrina teased.
“I won’t put it in your butt,” you promised her with a soft laugh.
“M’kay,” she grinned. “Then you can wake me up however you want, you two fucking devils.”
“The correct term is Succubuses,” Sabrina chuckled.
“That’s not the- You know what, never mind,” you said, feeling your Nerd starting to show.
- - - - -
“Oh my God,” Amanda moaned into your lips. “Oh my God, oh my God.”
“That’s it, baby. Take that cock. You look so pretty taking his big cock,” Sabrina cooed, stroking her fingers through Amanada’s hair.
You were over Amanda in missionary, her ankles locked behind your back as she clung to you tightly. You weren’t fucking as the early morning light leaked around the corners of her window shades. You were making love. There was no denying that with how intimate things had been since you woke up. How soft and loving.
And it was so good.
“I’m close,” you warned your sweet, big-titted partner.
“Little more,” she begged. “Little more, little faster.”
You pulled up from her into more of a raised pushup position and started to fuck her fast, gritting your teeth to keep from losing it. You thrust a little harder, a little faster, a bit more in-and-out than grinding. Her breasts started to bounce as she fucked back at you, her hands on either side of your neck.
“Yesss,” she hissed.
“You’re such a good girl,” Sabrina said softly, shifting a little higher on the bed to get closer to Amanda. She gently pulled the other woman’s face to the side so they could kiss softly, their tongues teasing each other between their lips.
Amanda moaned in her chest, her back arching wonderfully as she started a long, easy, simmering orgasm. And that set you off, thrusting deep into her and unloading, filling her just the way she wanted and fantasized about. Dumping your load into her. She felt it and pulled you even tighter in with her legs, keeping you locked there.
If the summer wasn’t ending, you realised, Amanda could have been a problem.
Then again, they were all close to being a problem. Maybe it was a good thing this summer was coming to an end before you and Sabrina met any more gorgeous, smart, sexy girls who were into getting fucked senseless and creampied multiple times over.
Yes, you understood how fucking insane that sounded, too.
Chapter 634
“We’ll call when we’re coming up to visit,” Sabrina said, hugging Amanda tightly at the door to the buxom brunette’s apartment. You’d managed to get dressed - though you were in the same clothes from the night before - and were ‘on time’ getting out the door. Amanda had more time to get ready for her day and was currently only dressed in a robe, still glowing from your morning sex. “And if you’ve found your dream man by then we can just hang out. If not, you can come meet a couple of our other friends and get your fill of some fan-fucking-tastic sex.”
“Do call,” Amanda said, kissing Sabrina on the cheek as they hugged. Then it was your turn and she turned to you, gave you a brief look and had the audacity to blush a little before she boldly opened her robe to hug you, inviting your hands to wander. You chuckled and did as requested, hugging her tightly and letting one hand slide inside her robe to her back, while the other went lower to her ass and gave one cheek a good, firm squeeze. “But I don’t know about meeting more sex fiends,” she continued. “I feel like between you guys and Maeve I’ve had the summer of my life. Too many devils on my shoulders and not an angel in sight.”
“Your choice,” you said, pulling her a little closer as she slunk her arms up and over your shoulders, pulling you down to kiss you and feed you just a touch of tongue. Once you pulled back, the hand on her back sliding down to her hip, you looked her in the eyes.“We’d be perfectly happy just to spend more time hanging with you. Last night and this morning were both amazing.”
“Yeah, well, I guess we’ll see how I feel after a few weeks without another dose of this dick,” she smirked a little, blushing again as she brushed the front of your crotch.
You kissed her one more time, lightly this time, and then you separated.
“Dare you to see us out the door like that,” Sabrina smirked, eyeing Amanda’s naked body from between the open sides of her robe - it was a fantastic, slightly iconic view.
“I’m not crazy like you, or Gemma. Or Maeve,” Amanda smirked, covering herself back up and cinching her robe tight. “Now get out of here, you fucking rabbits.”
- - - - -
“So, I’m just saying,” Sabrina mused, leaning back against you as you rode the bus home. Walks of Shame felt a lot different when you were making the walks with someone else - especially when there was no shame involved whatsoever. “What if we all ended up in law school together?”
You frowned slightly. “‘We’ as in…?”
“Me, you, Gemma, obviously,” Sabrina said. “But also Amanda and Maeve. Like, we could be this big power study group, but we also have mind-blowing orgy sex to blow off steam. And then Amanda and Maeve could be together, but still get your dick whenever they wanted. Fuck, they could live with us for sheer convenience.”
“Sabrina,” you said slowly. “What you’re describing sounds an awful lot like me becoming some ancient sheikh with his harem or something equally ridiculous.”
Sabrina snorted and snickered. “OK, maybe. But you wouldn’t have some eunuch taking care of us to make sure no one puts a hand on your ladies. We’d do that for ourselves.”
“I’m not going to deny that there’s a little bit of that scenario that doesn’t sound amazing,” you murmured, hugging her a little tighter. The bus this early was still fairly empty, but not completely, and you wanted to make sure some rando wasn’t listening in. “But a situation like that would also take time away from you and Gemma that I don’t want to give away. Consider how fucking busy we’ll be with law school; would adding two more very regular partners really be a good thing?”
“John,” Sabrina cooed softly, snuggling back against you a little more. “I need to tell Gemma you turned down a harem for us.”
That had you snorting now. “Sabrina, baby, you say that like I’m not already the luckiest man in the modern world.”
“True, you are pretty lucky,” she grinned. Then she sighed. “I miss Gemma so bad.”
“Me too, baby,” you murmured. “Me too.”
- - - - -
Becks gave you a look as you and Sabrina rushed through the lobby. She didn’t need to say anything - you knew you were late. On your second-to-last day of work, you were showing up late. You knew it, she knew it, there was no getting around it.
“The bus,” you offered her with a shrug.
“Sure,” Becks smirked with a raised eyebrow.
“You look hot,” Sabrina added as you rushed by. “And your boobs look great!”
“Thanks,” Becks guffawed. Thankfully the lobby was empty… And they did look great in the black dress she was wearing.
In the elevator, the two of you started getting yourselves together. The bus really was the problem - not the one to the apartment, but the one coming downtown. It had broken down on an overpass and the two of you had ended up needing to abandon ship and order an Uber because the replacement bus would have taken forever to show up.
“Good?” Sabrina asked you as the elevator was coming to a stop, wanting confirmation she was presentable. You’d both jogged from the end of the street where the driver had dropped you off, which was more of a feat for her since she was wearing her thin little dressy flats with barely any soles.
“Good,” you nodded, confirming she looked professional and tidy. “Me?”
“Good,” she nodded, reaching over to unbutton one button on your shirt. “Better than good. Yummy.”
The doors to the elevator opened and you rolled your eyes at her as you bustled onto the floor and headed for the conference room. Eric looked up as you entered. “Hey guys,” he said.
You both replied quickly and got yourselves sitting down and your laptop open. Then you looked at the clock and laughed.
Forty minutes late, and no one had even noticed. Why had you been in such a rush? Andy had gotten away with being late pretty much every day. You could have shown up a half hour late on the daily and, as long as the coffee order had been delivered by someone, you doubted even Garrison would have noticed.
This really had been a great fucking internship even if you didn’t include the actual fucking that had come out of it.
“Pssst,” Sabrina hissed, getting your attention. You looked over at her and she was shaking her head, clearly thinking something along the same lines. “Love you,” she said.
“Love you too,” you answered.
“Gross,” Eric smirked.
Two days left.
Chapter 635
“How come I never get called out for special meetings?” Eric complained.
You and Sabrina had each gotten an email from Garrison summoning you down to his office, and considering it was well after you’d arrived late it was likely not about your little situation that morning.
The morning so far had been pretty calm, and the three of you had gotten down to some work. Eric’s Love Life Saga had been put on pause, and there weren’t any new developments other than that his not-yet-girlfriend Beth had gotten her restraining order properly filed with the police. They hadn’t met up last night, and Eric had an appointment scheduled at a clinic for when he went back to school to deal with his crabs situation.
You still internally snickered whenever that came up, knowing he’d gotten it either directly or indirectly from Joy.
“You do get called into special meetings,” you pointed out to Eric as you and Sabrina were heading around the conference table. “When you get sued.”
“And mine are all settled or dead,” Eric said. “And Sabrina’s still getting sued by Joy. Hah! Have fun, suckers.”
“Gee, thanks, Eric,” Sabrina smirked. “After all I’ve done for you, helping set you on the right track with the love of your life.”
“I… wouldn’t say she’s the love of my life yet,” Eric backtracked. “But… OK, yeah. Sorry.”
“Hear that?” you asked Sabrina. “He said yet. And he didn’t deny being in love with her.”
Eric’s spluttering behind you as you left the conference room was delightful.
“You think this is about Joy?” Sabrina grimaced at you as the two of you walked quickly down the corridors, passing the offices of the law firm Associates and paralegals.
“I mean, I’m not sure what else it would be about at this point that isn’t that,” you shrugged. “Except that I’m being called in too, so… hard to say.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Sabrina said.
Steps from Garrison’s door you gestured for Sabrina to take the lead, and you couldn’t help but glance down at your girlfriend’s ass. She was dressed in a cute little pantsuit, which was usually more Gemma’s style, but Sabrina had worn this one occasionally throughout the summer. It was red and sleek, and you knew that if she was wearing taller heels her ass would pop in those slacks, but in her flats it still looked cute and perky.
“Good morning, Mister-” Sabrina started, knocking on the door and easing it open slightly to poke her head in, but stopping and hesitating for a moment. “-Garrison,” she continued. “Hi, Carol.”
You followed Sabrina in to find Garrison behind his desk, and Carol from HR sitting in one of the chairs in front of it looking imperious. Your relationship with Carol had been a little bit of a rollercoaster over the summer, primarily caused by Joy and her mother causing waves. The fact that Bellagamba had been removed from her Partner status at the firm, and Joy had been proven to be a snake in the grass, should have gotten her off your back.
And yet, here she was, holding back a scowl.
“Good morning,” you said.
“Take a seat you two,” Garrison said, gesturing to the two chairs positioned next to each other where both he and Carol would be able to see you both. He sounded tired even though it was almost noon.
Sabrina glanced at you with a slight frown, and you both took your seats quietly. There was no point in asking questions - you’d already been smart before this and Garrison’s lessons had only reinforced that keeping quiet was going to be your best bet in a situation where you weren’t sure of where you stood.
“Alright,” Garrison said, sitting forward and leaning his elbows against his desk. “Here’s the situation. Are you two living together?”
Sabrina glanced at you with a raised eyebrow, and you gave her a one-shouldered half-shrug before turning back to your mentor. “I moved into Sabrina’s apartment this past weekend, prepping for the end of the summer,” you said. “We’ll be moving back to our college at the same time, and my situation with my living arrangement here in the city was getting weird.”
“I offered my place for the last week,” Sabrina added. “After Gemma suggested it.”
Garrison and Carol glanced at each other this time. Carol sighed in the back of her throat and scribbled something on a notepad in her lap, then looked up at the two of you. “I have a relationship declaration form signed regarding John and Gemma,” she said. “I don’t have one about you two. At this point in an internship term, I wouldn’t usually consider it pertinent to follow up on any rumours, but in this case, I believe I need to - are you two participating in a relationship of an intimate nature?”
“I’m sorry, are there ‘rumours’ about that?” you asked, pivoting around the question slightly.
“Not rumours,” Garrison said. The fact that it may not have been said directly, but he was aware something was going on, made this whole thing more complicated. He grunted softly, shaking his head and frowning. “More of an accusation.”
“From who?” Sabrina asked. Your mind was racing, trying to figure out who would make an issue of you and Sabrina at this point. None of the Associates or Partners would care unless it was some unknown jealous creeper. That could be directed at Sabrina or Becks, too. Lucy also knew that you and Sabrina were together because of everything that had happened and Becca and Charlotte’s, and Eric being involved with her; she could be vindictive enough to call in an accusation and make some wild claims.
Carol cleared her throat and glanced at Garrison. Garrison’s frown turned to a grimace. “It came up during discussions between Tanya Bellagamba and our outside legal representation handling the suits and counter suits in regards to her and Joy.”
“Fuck,” Sabrina blurted out. Bluntly. And then she blushed and bit the inside of her cheek.
Chapter 636
“I’m assuming that it’s true, then?” Carol asked, grimacing.
You swallowed hard and took a breath. Things had just gotten very complicated. Garrison was staring at you and Sabrina hard, like he was trying to tell you something but you weren’t getting the telepathic message. Carol was one step shy of glaring openly. Considering how sweet but utterly corporate HR she’d been earlier in the summer, you had a feeling your view of HR people in general was going to be tainted by this woman for the next twenty years.
Sabrina looked at you, and you met her eyes for a moment - she wasn’t projecting it, but you could see the panic in her eyes. If the Bellagambas were digging into either her or you, or both of you, then that put the rest of her life potentially under a microscope. The OnlyFans account could get out, and it would be public knowledge if they found a way to get it into argumentation over the case. But it wasn’t just that. How were they digging into you? If they’d hired a PI or something to follow you, then they’d know about Emma visiting. And if someone had tried listening in at the apartment door, or asked questions of the neighbours, they might know that there had been some loud sex going on while the three of you had been in there - and that the same sort of loud sex had been happening for half the summer between you two and Gemma, pointing to this not being a new thing. Plus, if there was a PI, then they could have followed you on the weekend, leading them to Becks and Tasha, or Amanda last night.
The sheer number of secrets you were hiding didn’t end there, but at least that was everything from the last week… or so… Probably.
“It’s new,” you said with a mild sigh, admitting it in the room and reaching over and taking Sabrina’s hand openly. She looked surprised for a moment, then gripped your hand tightly as she rolled her lips in and bit them for a nervous moment. You looked back to the two adults in the room. The key here was to be vague enough that you weren't giving away too much, even to Garrison, so it wasn’t something he would need to act on. The Firm was thankful to you and Sabrina, but how thankful they were might have its limits if it saved them an imperial boatload of cash by cutting Sabrina loose from the defence.
“How new?” Carol asked tightly.
“Well, that’s kind of complicated to narrow down,” Sabrina said. “But Gemma gave her blessing for us to get together before she left.”
Thankfully, your girlfriend was on the same wavelength as you, and by the quirk of Garrison’s eyebrow you had a sneaking suspicion he was rooting for this to not become a thing. Sabrina hadn’t lied - Gemma had given permission, it was just for you two to move in together rather than the implied starting of your relationship. Context mattered, and the two of you were walking a fine line even if you weren’t on trial or sworn in.
“Gemma left last week,” Garrison said slowly. “Which means that the time period we’re talking about is well after the incident of the break-in and injury. Not to mention the other previous issues.”
Either he was on your side completely, or he didn’t want to pick a side and was trying to sidestep the entire issue.
“It seems that way,” Carol continued to grimace. Then she sighed in the back of her throat again, like an internalised hiss. “It would likely be… imprudent to have them sign the form now, wouldn’t it?” she asked Garrison.
He flinched slightly as he considered the implications of putting a paper trail on your relationship at this point. You could follow the trail of thought quickly - Pro: Show nothing is being hidden, hopefully making it a ‘non-issue’ by putting a date on it post-incident. Con: Confirm that there is a relationship that could have affected Sabrina’s actions, putting her motives into question.
What you caught Joy doing in the office wouldn’t change, but the case against Sabrina could change dramatically if a case could be made about her being vindictive, jealous, or her motives being anything other than in defence of you.
“Can I ask,” Sabrina cut in before Garrison answered the question. “If the ‘rumour’ of us being together came with any substantiation or evidence? Or was it just a sort of spaghetti-thrown-at-the-wall thing to see what stuck?”
“From what I understand, it was somewhere between the two,” Garrison said. “It was a pointed accusation but didn’t come with any additional information or threats. The legal team sent it over to us to check out.”
“So the next step is to tell them… what?” you asked. “Confirm that we are currently in a relationship, but that the incident with Joy occurred without any connection to our relationship status? We do have you as a witness on the phone to confirm Sabrina didn’t say anything that would hint at her actions being anything other than they seem.”
“And this, folks, is why lawyers make awful clients,” Garrison smirked a little. “When we get emotionally involved in something, it becomes harder to foresee all possible outcomes and make a judgement call. That’s why we have outside counsel, and that’s why you two should remember never to represent yourself in court, even if it seems like an open-and-shut simple thing to you.” He grunted softly, shaking his head. “Fill out the form, please, you two. Carol, don’t backdate it or anything, and keep it sparse. I’ll bounce it back over to our counsel that there is a relationship between our employees, but it is irrelevant to the facts of the case, and we’ll see what they decide to do with it. You two keep your heads down for the last- Jesus, the last day and a half you’re here.”
“Yes, sir,” you and Sabrina both nodded.
Carol looked like she wanted to argue something, but nodded and stood up. “Come on, you two,” she said. “We’ll get that form signed and get you back to work.”
Following her out, Garrison’s eyes on your back, you could have sworn you heard Carol mutter about ‘Fucking interns never keeping their hands off each other.’
Chapter 637
“You should go,” Sabrina murmured to you as the pair of you left Carol’s office. The process of filling out the HR paperwork for the relationship disclosure form had been done in near silence as the old woman watched you gloomily.
You felt like there was stuff you and Sabrina needed to talk about, but you hadn’t expected her to need space - let alone ask for it dismissively like that. “What do you mean?” you asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Hmm?” Sabrina asked, then replayed the last thing she said in her mind and opened her eyes wide as she grabbed your arm. “Oh. No, not like that. Fuck, I’m just in my own head, John. Sorry. I meant… you should go.” Her tone shifted at the end, more…lascivious.
Which was more confusing.
“What?” you asked. “Where am I going?”
“Where’s your phone?” Sabrina asked.
“Back in the conference room, I didn’t take it with me into the meeting because I thought it was going to be quick.”
Sabrina snorted, covering her mouth with the back of one hand. “OK, so… you know what? Don’t go get it, this’ll be more fun.” She tugged you out of the hallway and towards the elevators. “Just trust me.”
“Obviously I trust you, but I still don’t know where I’m going,” you said. It was close enough to noon that you could probably leave right away with no issues - though the ‘keep your head down’ thing meant you probably shouldn’t leave early with Sabrina.
“You, baby,” she said, making you both smile a little at her being able to say that in the relative open at work now. “Are going down the street to the coffee shop. I’ll text Gemma and fill her in on all of this stuff. She might still be awake.”
“What am I doing at the coffee shop?” you asked.
“You’ll know when you get there,” Sabrina smirked. Then she winked and pressed the Call Elevator button and turned away, strutting a little since she knew you liked her ass in those slacks, and checking to make sure you were watching just before she turned the corner. You were, which made her grin brilliantly before she disappeared.
Without your phone, you shook your head and got in the elevator, riding it down to the ground floor and heading out. You really had no idea what this was. In the lobby you stopped at the front desk, leaning against it and waiting for Becks to be finished on a phone call.
Her boobs really did look fucking great in the dress she was wearing, and part of you wondered - or hoped - that you were taking her down to the coffee shop for a little mini-date or something for lunch.
She shot you a look and a smirk, and then a wink, as she saw you waiting, then signed off the phone and rolled over towards you. “How can I help my favourite male legal intern?” she asked with a smile and a playful look in her eyes.
“Ouch,” you said. “Not even your favourite legal intern or your favourite male intern?”
“Well, Gemma and Sabrina have you beat on most things for the legals, and there’s this guy Ken who works on the tenth floor for the architecture firm and he’s got the whole Brad Pitt Fight Club body and a dick the size of a small donkey,” she smirked and said quietly, leaning towards you and giving you a subtle, deeper look down her top.
“OK, fair on the first one, but I’m very concerned for the cardiovascular health of this Ken guy if he’s that big. Getting an erection might be dangerous,” you chuckled.
“What’s up?” Becks laughed.
“I was hoping you could tell me,” you said. “I’ve been summoned and/or sent to the coffee shop and I don’t know why. It’s not with you?”
“Nope,” she shook her head. “Though that would be kinda cute. How come you haven’t taken me on a cute little coffee date for lunch?”
You gestured around, indicating how insane the entire summer had been, and she snorted as she smirked at you again. “Maybe tomorrow?” you promised her. “Depending on if Garrison has some lunch planned to see off me, Sabrina and Eric.”
“It’s a date,” Becks grinned and winked again. “But if Sabrina’s sent you to the coffee shop and you’re lingering here flirting with me, you might be in trouble, buster.”
“True,” you sighed. “OK, I’ll see you later.”
“I want to know what happens,” she called after you quietly since she didn’t know if anyone was down a side hallway from where she was sitting. “All the details.”
“There might not be any details,” you pointed out as you headed for the doors.
“If it’s got to do with Gemma or Sabrina, there’ll be details,” Becks laughed.
She wasn’t wrong.
It was warm out, but not as hot as you worried considering it was midday in August. The sidewalks were already busy with the noon rush of folks working downtown scattering towards lunch spots, and the walk ended up being pretty pleasant as a soft breeze rolled down the street and cut the heat of the flow of people and the exhaust from the cars and buses.
You weren’t sure what the coffee shop would be like at noon - the entire summer you’d never gone there for lunch since they only had snacky baked goods and hot drinks, and by the time you got to lunch you wanted something a little more substantial and cool. Approaching it, you found that - at least for now - a lot of folks seemed to agree with that sentiment. It wasn’t as busy as the sub place or even the bodega that you and the other had often hit for lunch over the past few months. You’d never seen it so quiet, actually, having only stepped foot in there during the morning rush. The lights were dim, most of the lighting coming in through the front windows, a few baristas were working behind the corner and about a dozen customers sitting around typing at laptops or reading books compared to the press of thirty-plus you usually ran into like a wall.
Frowning, you looked across the sitting area again, not seeing anyone you recognised who would be waiting for you. As you were about to head to the register to order something before taking a seat, you glanced right towards the bathrooms.
Becca winked at you, her short hair styled back away from her face as she smirked and cocked an eyebrow. She was dressed in what looked like a pair of tights that would have bordered on inappropriate for a professional if she wasn’t wearing a nice blouse that hung long enough that it could have been considered a dress. Definitely good for a quiet, no clients in the office, sort of day.
You were about to say hello when she backed towards the women’s bathroom and opened the door, biting her lip suggestively and hovering half-in and half-out. Waiting for you.
Oooh, you thought. I just had the wrong Rebecca!
Chapter 638
Becca met you with a kiss as you slid into the small women’s washroom of the coffee shop, though it was a little less of a kiss than you would have expected for a bathroom bootie call.
“Hey,” you said quietly.
“Hey,” she grinned, matching your level of volume. Then she winked as she locked the bathroom door. It was a single-stall room, so you were secure to do… things. “Sorry, I can’t mess up my makeup, I’m not trying to be colder than usual.”
“So then I should do something like this, then?” you asked, stepping closer to her and sliding your hand up her hips, under her long shirt.
“You should,” she grinned, biting the tip of her tongue as she grinned. Your one hand travelled up her soft, smooth stomach towards her breasts while your other found the waistline of her tights with your fingertips and trailed around her to her back, then slithered down to grab her bare ass.
“So what’s all going on?” you asked. “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you today, but I thought we’d already said goodbye until some nebulous ‘next time.’” Your hands found her breast, surprised that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipple was already firming up and you ran a thumb over the little rubbery nub. Becca was just built differently than your girlfriends or anyone else you’d been with that summer, sort of like Amanda was. Just a little stockier, with a great set of moderate tits and her firm butt, and her hair giving her that tomboyish but still feminine charm with her high cheekbones and pretty, playful eyes.
“I was texting with Gemma earlier,” Becca murmured, leaning towards you and starting to undo your pants without taking off your belt. “And she promised to send me hot pics of you two for me to masturbate to if I sent her hot pics of me and you. Which, I mean, fair deal except she knew I wouldn’t have any unless we did this. So here I am being a little slut and meeting you in a coffee shop bathroom for a quickie.”
Her hand snuck inside your fly and found your cock, squeezing it as it stiffened quickly, and you responded by leaning forward and kissing her lightly. You wanted to kiss her harder, but understood the implications - keep it fast, keep it light, so that you didn’t get caught.
“I’m happy to help,” you smirked a little. “But you do know I have those same pictures, right?”
“And you’ll have these ones too, but this is more fun than you just sending me them,” she murmured, fishing your cock out. Then she twisted her lips a little, looking down at your cock in her hands. “Sorry, can’t blow you either.”
“I think I can live,” you smirked, letting go of her tit and ass to spin her by her hips so she was facing the bathroom sink. She immediately lifted her shirt up and pushed down her tights over her ass, revealing that she was wearing a thong that quickly followed down to her knees. You went down on one knee and she whimpered a controlled moan as she palmed her bare ass cheeks and spread them so you could give her a firm lick.
“I don’t need much, I’m pretty much ready,” she whispered.
“I can tell,” you chuckled, sliding your tongue through her labia and then circling it up towards her ass.
“Fffff-” she grunted as you teased her tight little doughnut hole. “We are not doing anal in this bathroom.”
“Just wanted to tease it,” you grinned, kissing the inner curve of one ass cheek and then dipping down to drive your tongue into her pussy. She was slick already and you were rewarded with the taste of her oozing into your mouth.
“Here,” she murmured, letting go of one cheek, pulling her phone from somewhere and handing it to you. “Take pictures.”
“How do I take a picture of myself eating you out?” you snorted.
“So stop eating me out and fuck me,” she grunted. “I’ve got a lesbian lover, I’m not here for oral even if you are good at it. I’m here for your dick.”
She did have a point.
You stood up, your cock plenty hard enough already, and raised her phone before swapping it to recording instead of photos, then started the recording. “Spread again for me,” you murmured softly.
“Mmm, like this?” she asked, grabbing both her meaty ass cheeks and spreading them wide and lewd as she arched her back a little more to make sure her pouty little pussy lips were on display between her athletic thighs.
“Exactly like that,” you groaned as you shuffled forward and teased your cock up and down her lips, getting her natural lubrication smeared on the head before sliding into her. The camera catching it all.
“Fuck that’s good,” Becca moaned.
“Mhmm,” you grunted, then firmly grabbed her waist and pulled her towards you as you stabbed deep into her cunt, but did it slow enough that her ass didn’t clap against you.
“Fuck,” she mumbled at the same time you did.
You leaned forward, holding your cock in her, and slid your hands up under her shirt on her belly and then up to grab both her firm tits. “I’m glad you set this up,” you mumbled in her ear, your lips brushing her piercings.
“Shoulda done this months ago,” she grinned, looking at you in the mirror over the sink. Then sighed. “Coulda, woulda, shoulda. Now fuck me.”
You hummed a chuckle and kissed her at the corner of her jaw, then pulled out and thrust back into her slow and forceful. You built up a rhythm, rocking at each other as your eyes stayed locked in the mirror. It was nasty, and illicit, doing it in a bathroom, and yet somehow it felt totally natural to how you two had flirted all summer. The bathroom at her and Charlotte’s was second only to the kitchen for how much visual and physical teasing had gone on until it had finally come to a head.
“Fuck your hands feel good on me,” she mumbled, trying to stay quiet as you plumbed her depths and mauled her tits.
You let go of one boob, grabbing the phone from the sink counter again and starting a new recording. “Say that again,” you said.
Becca smirked and looked into the camera through the mirror. “I fucking love the feel of your boyfriend’s hands all over my body, Gemma,” she whispered. “Especially with his dick splitting my slutty little cunt in two.”
Chapter 639
You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been going at it, but you were fairly certain you were running out of time. What that would mean if you and Becca ran out of time while fucking in a public restroom was a little up in the air, and the fact that you were supposed to be ‘keeping a low profile’ had entered your mind briefly.
It was damn fucking hard to think straight when a damn beautiful woman was asking for your dick, though.
The good thing was that you were almost done.
“That’s it,” Becca mumbled. “Do it. Do it.”
She was leaning back against the sink counter a little awkwardly with her back to the mirror, one leg up and hooked over your shoulder while she kept the other one spread to the side, knee resting on the counter as well while her foot pressed to the bathroom wall. This spread her open nicely for you to fuck her, and in this position she’d also pulled her shirt up to show you her tits.
You weren’t fucking her though. Not really.
With the goal of nasty pictures intended to entice Gemma to send naughty pics and clips to her, Becca had decided the grand finale should be extra filthy. So, in this awkward fucking position, you had just the head of your cock wedged into her pussy, teasing her entrance, and she had her upper arms pressing tits together enticingly as she reached down and pinched her labia, spreading them to give a very clear look at her clit and your cock entering her for her phone recording the proceedings. This, of course, was hot but wouldn’t have gotten you off, which led to the last piece of the puzzle - you jacking off your cock with your free hand, using her pussy like it was a cum receptacle.
“Do it,” Becca muttered, trying not to start babbling dirty talk as she bit her lip hard and looked at you with eyes begging for a harder, longer fuck than you both knew could happen. “Do it.”
You clenched your jaw, feeling your orgasm rising, stroking fast and giving yourself a little extra something by letting go and pawing at her ass as it hung off the edge of the sink counter before going back to stroking.
“Um, excuse me?” a voice came, muffled, through the bathroom door. Accompanied by a solid knocking. “Are you OK in there?”
“Fine, sorry,” Becca called, her eyes going wide in shock but also begging you to keep going. “I’ll be out in a minute!”
“Are you sure you’re OK, I heard a weird voice,” the woman outside said.
“I just have a big meeting and I was doing some reflective affirmations,” Becca said, shrugging at you. “You know, ‘I can do it, I am powerful.’ That kind of stuff. I’m so sorry, I’ll be out in a minute.”
“OK,” the woman said.
You hadn’t heard her approach, so you weren’t sure if you would hear her leave or not. Which meant that now you had to be really quiet.
The other option, obviously, was to stop. But your orgasm felt like it was simmering behind your eyeballs and Becca started to hump her hips a little in encouragement, looking at you with a begging urgency.
It didn’t take much more at all for you to feel your orgasm start to ooze to the finish line, burning like pleasurable magma in your body for a moment before you had to clamp your mouth down on a grunt as you started to stroke yourself off into Becca’s pussy, blasts of your cum shooting into her as she flexed her Kegels and made the entrance to her pussy flinch a little, milking your cock head just that little more in encouragement.
The situation was ridiculous, but the sexual act was fucking nuts and scratched a weird itch you hadn’t known you had for some reason. And considering you’d put something like four loads into Amanda that morning and the night before, that was saying something.
And you got it recorded.
Pulling your cock away from her slowly, you got the first pearly white drip of your cum oozing out of Becca’s pussy before she let go of her labia and greedily stuffed her fingers into herself, pushing it back in. Then, with two fingers shoved up her pussy to keep herself plugged, Becca lowered her legs and stood up, pushing her chest to yours as her shirt fell back down to cover her, and kissed you softly. Still preserving her makeup.
‘Fuck that was hot,’ she mouthed to you.
‘Oh my God,’ you mouthed back, nodding in agreement.
She pulled up her thong, getting it on straight to catch any leakage, then leaned over and flushed the toilet, which gave some noise cover as you both shuffled around to get yourselves straightened out. Which included her taking a quick suck of your cock, pulling the last dregs of cum out of you and almost making you groan loudly again.
You both washed your hand, grinning at each other in the mirror as you playfully elbowed each other, and then you dried your hands first at the blow dryer machine, which let you grab her butt and give it a little massage while she dried hers.
You almost ran into Becca’s back as you were leaving the bathroom when she hesitated while opening the door, and you found out why. The barista was giving you both a look of shock. The same barista from the other day when Becca had insinuated that the girl had lost her chance at you.
Becca shrugged. “Couldn’t help myself, needed a pick-me-up before that big meeting,” she said.”I guess you could take a turn if you wanted, but you’ll probably taste me on him.” Then she headed right by the poor girl and for the front door.
You looked shocked. The barista looked scandalised and immediately turned and rushed away, blushing furiously.
Well, at least some part of your life wasn’t turning out to be more like a porno than real life.
Comments
BreaktheBar
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Steve
How do I go back chapters? I just signed up here.
Anthony
I think you did a great job 👏
BreaktheBar
Fair comment. As we're coming to a close of this arc of OFG I'm finding myself trying to hit the right amount of goodbyes while making sure to keep the plotlines that will move forward updated. It's a delicate balance and due to where the last set of chapters ended this one had two sex scenes planned for it as 'goodbyes' to those ladies (at least for now). Definitely messed with the pacing a bit in terms of spacing it out for this specific release.
Jason Hatter
Got to say, this non-stop sex fest really didn't do anything for me. You do plot really well, but it's pretty absent here.
HN
Seconded!
Gregory Sullivan
I still wish Sabrina's little wish of them all being together in school, plus a few others in my opinion, would happen
Graham Cairns
“I just have a big meeting and I was doing some reflective affirmations,” Becca said, shrugging at you. “You know, ‘I can do it, I am powerful.’ That kind of stuff. I’m so sorry, I’ll be out in a minute.” I laughed out loud at this bit :-)
