The OF Girl Ch. 061-070

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

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

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

She nodded. "Yup. And all the comments are raving about it. They loved that it was actually in public and that it felt 'real.'"

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

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

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

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

"OK, I'm getting really hungry," you said. "What have you got in the kitchen?"

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

"I will if you have groceries," you said.

Sabrina made an exaggerated grimacing face. "I don't have much."

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

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

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

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

That made you do a double take. "I'm sorry, did you just say 'pineapple' on yours?"

"It's a thing!" Sabrina said. "And it's delicious."

"I know it's a thing, but that doesn't make it right," you laughed.

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

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

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

Chapter 68

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

"Basic bitch," you snorted.

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

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

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

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

"You sure?" you asked.

"Yes. It's going to haunt me until I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never seen it," you shrugged.

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

"I- uh, sure?" you said.

"Wait, have you watchedany Nathan Fillion shows? Firefly? The Rookie?"

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

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

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

"I'm kidding," Sabrina smirked. "We can fuck while we watch."

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

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

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

"Shhh," she shushed you. "Nathan Fillion."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is even more distracting," you pointed out.

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

Chapter 69

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

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

"Yes," she grinned, fist-pumping. "I told you."

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

"Oh, that's not happening tonight," Sabrina said. "You're coming over on Saturday for that."

"Yeah?" you asked. "We're making weekend plans now?"

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

"No, no games," you agreed. "It's just nice to have plans."

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

"Anyone ever told you that you're kind of devious in the cutest way?" you asked.

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

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

You hugged her back. "Me, too."

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

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

"Tell her I'm happy to skewer her kebab as much as she'd like," you said.

"Oh, that's a good one," Sabrina chuckled. "She says she expects the whole hog experience!"

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

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

"She says she's stuck making nice with your Ex to keep the peace, or else she'd be three fingers deep right now," Sabrina smirked.

"Tell her to have a good night," you said. "And that I'm looking forward to tomorrow."

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

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

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

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

Sabrina blushed and played her tongue along her bottom lip. "Well, the ballgag I ordered on amazon hasn't come in yet and I was thinking about what you and Gemma were saying yesterday about gagging me with my panties..."

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

"Mhmm," she nodded with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that for Gemma?" you asked.

"Mmmf," Sabrina nodded.

"You're leaking onto the carpet," you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never think I don't want more of that," you told her.

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

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

"Fuck," you sighed, a grin plastered on your face.

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

Chapter 70

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure, girl," Charlotte said.

"Go talk, find out why he's really here," Becca grinned.

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