The OnlyFans Girl, Part 12 (MFF, Slow Burn, Lots of Tease, Ongoing Story)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wm1o25/the_onlyfans_girl_part_1_bg_slow_burn_lots_of/)*

*When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. This story was originally written in small chapters, of which 56-60 are presented here.*

**Chapter 56**

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 go 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 of 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 her lips pressed and her tongue entered your mouth. You could feel her nipples, hard, 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, 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 a pair of stretchy black panties. Her hand was down the front 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.

**Chapter 57**

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 into her lips, 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 said, 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 full 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 in her panties 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 rye 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.

“Yes, 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.

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.

**Chapter 58**

“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 behind her panties. 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. Everyone 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 but 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 inside 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.

**Chapter 59**

“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 in contact 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 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 came 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-spanking on both cheeks, then thrusting 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 stop. 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 fingered her pussy behind her black panties. “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 wherever 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, and you wouldn’t be surprised if she had two or even three fingers inside herself behind those panties. “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.

**Chapter 60**

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 pulled her own hands out of her panties, 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, 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.

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