The OF Girl Ch. 561-570

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All Characters are 18 years or older.

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. Fair warning to readers, this story will jump categories. This collection of chapters includes spying, admissions, MFF threesome, 'breeder' kink dirty talk, mild shibari, shower sex, and OF business talk.

OFG is a variation story based on the setup by Aurelian14. Originally written in small chapter releases, they will be collected here on Literotica in 10 chapter chunks for smoother reading.

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Chapter 561

"Oh, shitshitshit, there they are!" Sabrina whispered. She had one hand clawing your knee and another grabbing Amanda's as the three of you sat on the bench. Eric had been waiting for about ten minutes when the 'roommate' girl and Joy came wandering up one of the streets nearby.

"They even walk like bitches," Amanda said and then chuckled.

You snorted and shook your head, but couldn't stop watching either. Joy and her... friend? Acquaintance? They stopped at the corner, waiting for the light. You raised Sabrina's phone, zooming in and taking a series of pictures, following them as they crossed the street. They were dressed in the same dresses as in the picture they'd sent to Eric, and were done up for a night out drinking.

Eric stood and walked towards them, though he was facing away from you so you couldn't see his face. The blonde seemed legitimately excited to see him, breaking into a grin and walking a little fast, pulling ahead of Joy, and she flirtatiously hugged Eric and kissed him on the cheek. Joy had a look on her face that was judgemental, but you were pretty sure she wasn't showing signs of recognition.

The blonde was talking, and Joy muttered something. Eric was talking and gesturing. The blonde touched his arm flirtatiously. Eric played a hand through his hair. Joy got a look on her face.

"There's no fucking way she doesn't recognize him," you murmured, still taking pictures.

"I honestly expected her to slap him or something," Sabrina said. "I mean, it hasn't even beenthat long since she got the boot from the office."

"I feel like I'm watching a car crash about to happen, but the car spinning through the air might actually land on its tires," Amanda said.

Joy said something else. Eric asked a question. The blonde grinned and pulled Joy towards her and then kissed Joy, with tongue, before grinning at Eric again and winking.

"Holy shit, he might actually get laid," Sabrina murmured.

Joy asked a question, Eric answered, and then Joy moved forward and grabbed his crotch. Eric half turned at that, and you thanked the heavens because you got a clear shot of Joy's hand grabbing Eric's junk, and her kissing him.

"Boom goes the dynamite," you said.

"What?" Amanda chuckled.

"Money shot," you said.

Whatever she felt, Joy must have approved because the blonde plastered herself to Eric's side and kissed him again, and then the three of them started walking off.

"And thus the wild Eric has been seduced, to be led away for a night of passion before his head is cracked open and devoured as all praying mantis females are wont to do," Sabrina said in a terrible British nature documentary voice.

"I am honestly shocked at this development," you said, lowering the phone and shaking your head. "Eric is gonna go have a threesome with that cute blonde andJoy."

"And we just got evidence to help refute her claims of lasting harm," Sabrina grinned, accepting her phone from you. "I'm gonna email them to my lawyer right now, and give her better versions when I can."

"So what now?" Amanda asked. "Do we follow them or what?"

"Now we can go for drinks," Sabrina said, typing on her phone. You noticed she sent a few pictures to Gemma in your WhatsApp group as well. "Unless of course you want to just head to my place so we can fuck."

Amanda blushed so fucking cutely. "Let's go for drinks," she said, nervously playing with her hair. Then she hesitated. "One drink."

"One drink it is," Sabrina grinned, standing up and offering the other girl a hand. "But it'll cost you."

"Cost me what?" Amanda asked as she accepted the help standing.

"John got a kiss but I didn't," Sabrina smirked, raising an eyebrow.

Amanda chuckled in her chest and glanced around, then leaned in and kissed Sabrina sweetly on the lips. It wasn't as naughty as the one you'd shared with her, but it wasn't a peck either.

"Mmm, perfect," Sabrina grinned. Then she looped her arm through yours and took Amanda's hand on her other side, making you wonder if she was protecting Gemma's spot by putting herself in the middle. "Come on. Let's get that drink."

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The discussion of how to broach the OnlyFans thing with Amanda had been a distraction topic between you and Sabrina since Gemma had left. If you were alone and trying not to feel sad over Gemma leaving, you were workshopping what to say.

Part of the issue was the awkwardness of it. Amanda was in a similar but different position than Sabrina had been - she wasn't 'hiding' her identity, she was just using a different name. She had to be aware she had a possibility of being recognized and approached, while Sabrina had been fairly certain she was anonymous.

Another part of the issue was trying to learn from previous mistakes. Your approach with Sabrina had at least been an attempt at soft, but you'd drawn out the important details a little too much. Beentoo soft, which had given her time to let panic set in. Trying to figure out a way to broach the subject without making Amanda go through the same thing was your biggest concern.

Then, of course, there were Sabrina's thoughts on the subject.

"Aren't you concerned that she's going to, like, eat him alive or something?" Amanda was asking, referring back to Joy and Eric.

"As a one-time thing, he might enjoy it," you said. "He also mentioned 'hate-fucking' but I honestly don't know if he actually has that in him or not."

"After not being recognized by her?" Sabrina cut in. "I think he could manage it. Speaking of stuff we didn't think we had in us, by the way - Amanda, babe, John and I fuck on camera for OnlyFans and we realised that you're making content too. Want to talk about it?"

Based on the wide-eyed look and the way Amanda froze in her seat, you were pretty sure Sabrina's method hadn't been any smoother than your own.

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"Um. What? I-" Amanda stammered. "I geo-locked North America though..."

You blew out a breath.

"Ooh," Sabrina winced. "Um, OK, so I use a VPN for everything to do with content for safety and stuff, and that includes research, so... that's probably how I found your actual account. But I definitely originally saw you posted on social media first."

Amanda looked like she was about to cry. Her eyes were brimming with tears and she'd put both hands over her mouth.

"Hey," you said, standing from your barstool and scooping both arms around her, pulling her tight to your chest. "It's OK. We can help you figure out what you want to take down and how to do it. There are processes for that."

"Oh my God," she whimpered through her hands, leaning against you heavily. "Oh my God."

"Well, I was kind of expecting a different reaction than this," Sabrina mumbled, more to herself than to you or Amanda, then reached over and pulled one of the other girl's hands down to hold it tightly. "OK. So... first, you have nothing to be ashamed of, OK? You're stunning and gorgeous, and putting content online doesn't reduce any of your intelligence or wits. It's just making use of the tools your Momma gave you to get ahead. And like I said, John and I have been doing content too."

Amanda sat up at that, blinking and wiping her free hand under her eyes to try and get rid of her tears. "You- you do?" she asked.

"We do," you said, still with an arm around her shoulders. "It's Sabrina's account, but I've been helping for a few months now."

"Helping is an understatement," Sabrina said. "He's helped on the back end, and he's an absolute stud in front of the camera too. Imagine what we did last time but with cameras."

Amanda looked up at you, her brow slightly furrowed. "Seriously?" she asked. "You guys just... do it all?"

You gave her shoulder one last squeeze before perching back on your bar stool. You'd settled in at a Sports Bar, wanting to make sure you didn't accidentally run into Eric, Joy and the blonde, and now you wondered if Sabrina had done it to make sure you could have this conversation in relative privacy as well - between the unnecessarily loud music, the din of the crowd on a Thursday night, and someone turning up one of the games on the numerous huge TVs hung around, there wasn't a shot anyone was listening in on the three of you.

Checking out the girls, for sure. But not listening.

"Sabrina set a precedent with her content ahead of time. She only shows from the lips down, and we've stuck with that. And no names, obviously," you said.

"And that worked, and keeps working. The only exception was John stumbling across my page and recognizing the carpet in our office," Sabrina said. "That's technically how we ended up getting together, too. He came wanting to let me know I'd missed a hole in my security, and offering his support. I thought he was trying to blackmail me at first, I was so scared. Then we... Well, the rest is history."

"Fuck," Amanda said, burying her face in her hands again. "How long have you guys known?"

You grimaced, glancing at Sabrina. She nodded slightly, agreeing to field that one. "I put two and two together before our night with Maeve," she said. "I would have mentioned something sooner, but we didn't know if Maeve knew, and I didn't know if we wanted to outour secret or not. But we decided we like and trust you, and wanted to connect over it instead of burying it."

Amanda groaned, shaking her head. "It's just... out there?"

Sabrina winced now. "Kind of? I mean, the internet is a big place. And I've seen fairly big-name girls just disappear while I've been doing research. One month all their content is there, the next it's gone. There are ways to clean it up."

"Fuck," Amanda groaned, letting her hands drop. Then she gave the slightest smirk, shaking her head as she looked off at the wall. "I guess there wasn't exactly any mistaking me."

"No, there wasn't," Sabrina chuckled.

"How much did you see?"

"Well, I ended up subbing to your page for research purposes," Sabrina said. "I wanted to know what kind of content you were doing. So... most of it? Your content is really cute and wholesome even if you've got your tits out."

"I... wouldn't have called it wholesome," Amanda snorted softly. "Maybe 'homey.'" She turned to you. "Have you... watched it, John?"

"I've seen a couple of pictures Sabrina showed me to confirm it was you, but I haven't watched anything," you said. "It felt... weird, and an invasion of your privacy when we were already planning to get together for 'drinks' last time. "

"OK," she breathed out. "I- Fuck, I really don't know how to feel about all this."

"Well, I washoping you'd feel some camaraderie or something," Sabrina said. She was still holding Amanda's hand. "Two chicks, both doing amateur porn while in college, both hot and bothered for John."

Amanda chuckled, lowering her head as she shook it. "Sabrina, you're crazy. Maybe not as crazy as Maeve, but... yeesh."

"Thanks," your girlfriend grinned.

"If this changes anything about tonight, that's OK," you said.

"About tonight?" Amanda asked, then blinked. "Oh, um... no, I guess it doesn't."

"Still want a ride on his pogo stick?" Sabrina asked.

"Why do you make it weird?" Amanda laughed.

"You don't have to answer now, 'cause tonight is happening no matter what," Sabrina replied. "But if you want to do content with us, or just John, let us know, OK? I know you've only been doing solo stuff but you can think of John as a professional cock at this point if you so choose."

"I made a promise to myself when I started that I'd only ever show my boobs, and maybe my butt. No sex or masturbating openly for the camera. No showing my pussy," Amanda said.

"Well, I guess that means we aren't fucking you for my page," Sabrina shrugged. "You can still use him for a blowjob or tittyfuck video if you want though. I'm sure he wouldn't complain."

"I wouldn't," you chuckled, focusing on Amanda. "But I also wouldn't be offended if you don't want to. Your content isyour content."

Amanda shook her head slowly, then picked up her beer glass and drained the second half of it, sighing as she set it back down. "I'll think about the content," she said. "And I'll want to see what you guys do, and Idefinitely need to know about those ways to get my stuff removed from social media and other places. But for right now, I just want to get out of here."

"My place?" Sabrina asked.

Amanda nodded. "Let's go have pornstar sex, I guess," she said. "And fuck if that isn't something I was thinking I'd never say."

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"Giiirl," Sabrina said as Amanda unbuttoned her shirt and revealed the red bra she was wearing. It was full-cupped and large to support her considerable bust, but still sexy with detailing and some extra decorative strapping.

Amanda smiled with a cute nervousness and shrugged. "I get to write off bras for taxes, considering they're central to my side business."

You chuckled and turned to Sabrina. "Please tell me you've saved your receipts for all those sex toys?"

Sabrina blanched a little. "Well, fuck."

You went to Amanda as she was undoing the front button on her pants and caught her hands, pulling them up to your chest as you leaned in to kiss her. She met your lips eagerly, the kiss quickly deepening and she pressed herself to your front and moaned softly. When you pulled away you continued to look into her eyes. "You're stupidly cute and unbearably hot, and we've already had amazing sex once. You have nothing to be nervous about."

Amanda gave you a bashful look for a moment before taking a breath, shaking her head and blinking. "You make me a little nervous," she admitted, then looked at Sabrina who - within the time of the kiss - was already completely naked. "Both of you do, honestly. But I promise it's a good nervous, OK? Like... butterflies in my stomach, flutters in my fanny."

"Your fanny?" Sabrina giggled. "Did you get that one from Maeve?"

"Maybe," Amanda laughed. "I heard it on Love Island first, but never used it until Maeve and I became friends."

You were in the living room of Sabrina's apartment, not having even made it to the bedroom, and Sabrina directed you to the couch while she hugged Amanda from the side. "Did she have an OK send-off? Part of me feels like we should have paid more attention to it, but we were saying goodbye to Gemma."

"Oh, she's good," Amanda said, hugging Sabrina back for a moment. "She almost definitely preferred less attention and not more. And she's travelling first class the whole way."

"That whole 'pay pig' situation is kind of wild," Sabrina chuckled. "Did you tell her about your stuff?"

Amanda nodded. "She was the only person in my life who knew. Well, other than you guys I guess. She gave me some insights on things I should say or do, and how I could make it obvious I was looking for my own FinDom submissives, but I don't know if I could do it."

"I know," Sabrina sighed, her hands having travelled down from Amanda's shoulders to her waist, where she finished what you'd interrupted and unbuttoned Amanda's slacks for her. "On the one hand, it's like - more money for the short amount of time we're planning on doing this. On the other, itfeels weirdly abusive and cunty even if it's what they want? And then I've got the addition of John and not wanting to even hint at there being something with another man."

"To be fair, I could always be the one to manage the pig herd," you chuckled. "Wait, is that what a group of those guys would be called? A herd of pay pigs?"

"I think it's a sounder of pigs," Amanda snorted.

"Wait, I thought it was adrift of pigs," Sabrina said.

That caused an interruption in the proceedings as you all had to google what 'a group of pigs' was called. It turned out all three of you were correct, along with Drove, Team, Passel, or a Singular depending on if they were wild pigs, and male or female.

"Clearly the correct answer is a passel of pay pigs," you said. "Because alliteration is king."

"And you could be the swine herder of the passel," Sabrina smirked. Then she sighed. "Not that I'd be OK with that, either. It would feel like conning them, not doing it myself. Like girls who hire agencies or whatever to talk to their fans for them. Do you do that?"

"No," Amanda answered. "Honestly, I barely interact with my fans directly. I get alot of guys claiming to be international princes from Dubai, or wherever, and I always think 'Why would you be looking at titty pictures on the internet if you're an uber-wealthy prince?' It feels weird."

"Why the fuck don't I have supposed-Dubai Princes in my DMs?" Sabrina laughed. "John, we're doing something wrong."

Amanda shucked off her pants, leaving her in a matching pair of red panties to her bra, and she looked at you. "I think you're a little overdressed, John."

"I think I am," you agreed, and undid your own shirt and pulled it off.

"Come on," Sabrina said, grabbing Amanda's hand as she tossed her phone onto the far end of the couch. "Let's take his pants off for him. Unwrap our present ourselves."

Amanda grinned, and soon you had the two of them kissing your chest as their hands playfully battled at your belt and zipper to get your pants off. They worked together to get your pants down around your ankles, and Sabrina pulled them off while Amanda came back up and pressed her bra-clad tits to your stomach as she rubbed her hand up and down the stiffness of your cock through your boxers and grinned as she looked into your eyes.

"What is it about you guys that makes it so easy to feelfree to have sex with you?" she asked curiously.

"Communication?" you suggested. "Though youwere the one to bring it up first."

"To be fair, that was Maeve," Amanda smirked. "I just thought you were attractive, and told her as much. That was before I knew he was dating you and Gemma, Sabrina."

"Oh, I know," Sabrina chuckled. "And you've been respectful - Gemma feels the same way. That's why we're open to doing this more." She reached up and pulled your boxers down, your cock popping up and getting wrapped in Amanda's hand quickly as she started to stroke you. "Any thoughts on doing content with him or us?"

Amanda hesitated, biting the inside of her lip as she looked down at your cock, then up to your eyes, then back to Sabrina. "Like I said, I... I gave myself my unwritten rules," she said. "Like you guys with what amount of your face you'd show. I don't show my pussy, I don't masturbate on camera. Just topless play, some blowjobs and tit play with dildos, and showing my ass sometimes."

"Just spitballing, but you could do a super-premium video giving John and blowjob-titjob. Charge an arm and a leg for it," Sabrina suggested. "But it's OK if you don't want to film with us. We're happy to just be friends."

"Friends who rub each other's pussies through their underwear?" Amanda asked with a laugh. You'd missed that happening since Amanda was leaning so close.

"Are there any other better kinds of friends?" Sabrina grinned. "Now figure out what you're doing with my boyfriend's cock, because I think I'm going to do more than some rubbing down here."