The OF Girl Ch. 091-100

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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 MF sex, some rough sex, oral and use of toys.

OFG is a variation story based on the setup by Aurelian14, and is an ongoing patronized work sponsored by him. 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 91

Gemma took her time, looking into your eyes as she thought about what you'd asked her.

"John, I- I just want to be with someone and know that they are all in on me. That they can't get enough of me, and that I'm theirs. Saying it out loud sounds kind of ridiculous, but during our last go when you said I was yours, that's my fantasy right now. My ex fucked up my heart by making me feel worthless, but you- God, John, you came up with a reason to tell me you love me and I fucking believe you every time you say it."

You smiled and took her hands in yours. "That's because it's true. I don't know how we can be here so quickly, but everything I mean behind the 'I love you' is true. You make me feel like a million bucks and king of the world."

She kissed you quickly and then continued. "So that's it. You've already fulfilled my fantasy. You love me, and I can't get enough of you. In this bedroom, or yours,I'm yours. At work or if we go out somewhere, we're a partnership, but in here you get all of me."

"What about Sabrina?" you asked. "I really do fucking love you, Gemma, but Sabrina is mixed up in this as well and she and I- well, we're not saying I love you and we're not dating, but something is there."

"I know," Gemma sighed. "She and I have talked about it, the three of us have talked about it, but... John, I don't know where this feeling is coming from because I wouldnever have gone for this even two weeks ago, but here it is. I think you and Sabrina are hot together. Every time I see you kiss, it just makes me wet and my nipples hard - especially if you just kissed me. There's something about me knowing that she wants you, and you can take her and make her so fucking happy, but that you're still going to come back to me that turns me the fuck on. So as long as you and I get this kind of time together, and we keep having these kinds of talks... Well, I'm in it. When she teases me I get that little spike of jealousy, but I'm not jealousof her, I'm just jealous I'm not there too."

"Thank you," you said. "For being brave enough to tell me that."

"You asked," she smiled.

"I'm really glad I did," you smiled back. "And I'm so happy. But I still want a more specific answer. What can I do for you this time, when we fuck, to take it to the next level?"

"I don't know," she chuckled, shaking her head. "I really don't."

You kissed her, then tilted your mouth lower and kissed her neck, then down to her chest. She fell back from her sitting position and you followed her, kissing down between her breasts and then took the sideboob meat of her cleavage between your teeth and gently bit her just a little bit. "What about if I want to mark you as mine?" you asked. "Right here on your tits? Where only you and I know, but here in the bedroom it's obvious."

Gemma breathed deeply and nodded, watching you.

"What about down here?" you asked her, running a hand along her inner thigh.

"Yes," she whispered quietly.

"What about here on your beautiful stomach?" you asked, kissing lower. "Then it would be more obvious if you wear a crop top for me, but not at work. People would see the big hickie and know that you're a slut marked by your man."

She hesitated this time, but her breathing deepened again and her nostrils flared a little. "Yes," she said.

"And how about if I put you over my knee? If I spanked you for a long time, leaving my handprint welt or bruise on your ass?" you asked.

"That's kinky, Daddy," she said with a smirk.

"Oh, really? Daddy again?" you asked. "What if I want to tie you up so that I can have my way with you as much as I want? I could tie your legs open and just leave you like that, coming back to you over and over. Maybe leave the door open so that Becca and Charlotte and Lucy can all see that big pretty grin of yours while you wait for me to fuck you for the sixth or seventh time that day."

"John, fuck me," Gemma said. "Right now."

You adjusted and she spread her legs further. You quickly inserted your cock into her swampy, wet cunt and then took her tits in both hands, squeezing roughly. Gemma moaned like a whore as you drove your cock into her.

"What are you?" you asked her.

"Yours," Gemma groaned happily.

"And what am I?" you asked.

Gemma reached up and pulled you down into a heavy kiss. "Mine," she whispered.

You let go of her tits and grabbed her ankles, pushing them wide and back. "Hold these, spread yourself open for me. I want to fuck as deep as I can into you."

"Yeesss," Gemma hissed and did as you told her. She took hold of her ankles and spread herself wide, opening up her pelvis for you to start slamming into her. You took slow, but hard and deep strokes, driving into her as deep as you could and grinding her clit against your pelvis. Every time you pulled out, her pussy would hug you and her lips would cling to your shaft.

All at once, you pulled out of her completely and scooted lower, driving your tongue into her pussy and smashing your nose against her clit.

"Fuck!" Gemma shouted, losing her grip on one of her legs as she came more in surprise than anything else.

That was when you pivoted your lips from her pussy to the thigh that was still stretched wide for you, and you took that taut, soft skin between your lips and sucked hard. Gemma gasped and hiccuped, and her hand went into your hair but didn't pull you away. When you finally released the suction with a pop, you left behind a rapidly forming bruise.

"Fuck," Gemma whispered, brushing her fingers over the mark as she looked at you with a silly grin.

You took Gemma's leg and turned her hips sideways, shifting her onto her side but lifting that marked leg up onto your shoulder to keep her spread open. You drove yourself back into her, watching her eyes widen as she was filled up again, and you leaned back in and kissed her hard.

"Fuck me full," she gasped.

"Not until I fuck you silly first," you said with a grin.

"Do it," she dared you. "Fuck me until I'm mush, John. Then fill me up and cuddle me with your cock corking me up and keeping me full."

"And I'm the kinky one, huh?" you laughed.

She kissed you in response, trying hard to hide the blush that spread from her cheeks down to her chest.

Chapter 92

You and Gemma fucked. She came twice in the half-sideways position, her tits a mesmerizing wobble and bounce as you stared into each other's eyes. Then you pulled her down the bed more and put her legs together so that her pussy was just peeking out from between her thighs and you rapidly stuffed your cock in and out of those lips until she was giving you loud 'huh!'s on every new insertion and her pussy was gaping.

Then you spread her legs wide again and rooted yourself inside her, cradling her close as you laid on top of her and made out while slowly fucking her. She wanted to be on top, so you rolled to the side and now it was Gemma's turn to ride you, working her hips as her tits danced above you. This was when you left the second and third marks on her, biting and then sucking on her cleavage and leaving matching hickies on both boobs.

It was inevitable. You weren't an ironman of stamina - realistically, the only reason you lasted as long as you did was because you'd fucked her three times already that day.

You came as Gemma rocked on your cock, pulling her down to kiss her, crushing her tits to your chest.

"John," she moaned happily, kissing you over and over.

"Don't move," you told her, holding her tight.

"Never," she promised you.

She actually fell asleep first, her bedroom light still on and her bare ass pointed towards the door. Your cock stayed semi-hard inside of her but didn't make a resurgence.

"I do love you," you whispered to Gemma as her head cradled on your chest. It was wild.

Monday morning you had asked Sabrina if she was filming OnlyFans content. If you hadn't made that connection, or if you'd taken a different tact, none of this would have been possible. How long would it have taken for you to clue in that Gemma was interested in you?

Five business days had changed your life.

And you did, really and truly, love Gemma.

You also loved Sabrina. It was a little different. With Gemma it was more raw romantically. With Sabrina? It was lust and comfort in equal measure. That was love, wasn't it? And the insanity of it all was that they both knew, and were happy to go along with it.

Holding Gemma, you knew what you had to do to keep this feeling.

Gemma was going to leave in a little over two months, back to Australia and her life there. She was yours for that long. That was the agreement. That was how it all fell into place.

All you needed to do was show her that you didn't just love each other, but that you were the love of her life.

How hard could that be?

*****

"Nice ass, blondie."

You woke up as Gemma shifted on top of you, blinking rapidly as you tried to adjust to your surroundings. Gemma hadn't moved through the night, and you could feel the slimy, sticky remains crusting between the two of you as she shifted in confusion.

Becca was at the door, flicking the room light on and off as she grinned wickedly at the two of you still naked and above the covers. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakery!"

"Becca, fuck off," Gemma groaned.

"Looks more like you two are fucking off," Becca laughed. "Is he inside of you right now?"

"Becca! Fuck off!" Gemma yelled a little louder.

Becca was laughing as she shut the door.

"Morning," you said, hugging Gemma with your arms wrapped around her warm, naked back.

"Ugh," she groaned and snorted, putting her cheek back down on your chest.

"Not a morning person?" you asked.

"After a night like that, no," Gemma groaned. "God, you are hard."

"Morning wood," you said. "Sorry."

"Don't be," she smiled, then peeled herself off your chest and sat up, dropping her pussy further onto your cock. "Mmmm, now this could make me a morning person."

Despite the mess that you both were, you had sex. It was lazy and fun and kind of gross all at once. Gemma didn't get off in the end, but she perked up significantly and claimed that's all she needed. She also enjoyed you coming inside of her again.

"From never getting creampied to creampie queen," you smiled at her once you'd filled her up again.

"Only for you," Gemma grinned, then slipped off your deflating cock, quickly grabbed the roll of paper towels you'd brought in the night before, and staunched the leakage.

"We should really get out there," you said. "Becca woke us up for breakfast."

"Fine," Gemma said.

You ended up putting on your boxers and button-down shirt, while Gemma slipped on an old pair of panties and a long nightshirt that looked like it had seen better days. Her breasts, despite you having just delighted in them, were fascinating to you as they were loose but hidden under the thin fabric.

"Boys," Gemma grinned and rolled her eyes, seeing you staring.

"Women," you shot right back to her, then palmed her tits through the shirt and gave them a squeeze. "Woman I love."

"Boy I love," she teased you back. "Are you going to be able to keep your hands to yourself at the table, or am I going to have to put on a bra?"

"Oh, I'll control myself out there," you promised her. "But last night you said in the bedroom you're mine. And right now I want to play with your amazing tits while I kiss you good morning properly."

"Mmm, morning breath," Gemma begged off.

"So don't open your mouth," you told her, and kissed her with closed lips.

"Now who's making us late for breakfast?" she pointed us out.

"Becca will understand," you smirked, still massaging her breasts through her shirt. Her nipples were standing out now, and you were running your thumbs over them.

"The girls are going to think I'm a total slut," Gemma sighed.

"Would that be a problem?" you asked. "If you're a slut for me?"

"No," Gemma decided after a moment.

"Because?"

"Because they know we're saying the L word," she said.

"Lesbians?" you asked.

"Love," she clarified with another roll of her eyes. "Love."

"I think I'm catching the difference in how you say it, love," you smirked.

"Oh, come on then," she laughed, taking your hand and leading you out of the room.

Chapter 93

Charlotte was already sitting at the kitchen table when you and Gemma came in. Her bright hair was a wild mess and she didn't have makeup on, making her look a little more sallow-eyed than you'd seen her before. She was wearing a sweater that looked more like a dress and was sipping from a big mug of coffee.

Becca, meanwhile, was sort of dancing to herself in front of the stove where she was frying up bacon and eggs in a couple of pans. She was wearing a black athletic bra with a white elastic band under her bust, and a tiny black thong. That was it. Her ass, nicely sculpted and jiggling with her movements, was completely out.

"Jesus, Becca," Gemma said.

"What?" Becca asked, as if she didn't know.

"John is here," Gemma said.

"Ah, so what?" Becca asked. "We got a way better look at each other last night. Plus, I'm making breakfast for all three of you. Suck it up."

You grabbed a chair at the table, snorting out a little laugh at Becca's antics, while Gemma went to the coffee pot and poured two mugs. She knew your order from work, so when she delivered it the coffee was perfect and you just breathed in the smell of it for a moment as she sat next to you. "Thanks, love," you said.

"Iknew it!" Charlotte said, and turned to Becca. "I told you I heard them saying that last night."

"Oh, God," Gemma sighed through a laugh.

Charlotte turned on Gemma. "Really, Gemma? Really? The L-word in the first week?"

"Oh, leave off, Char," Gemma said. "It feels good to say it and hear it, and we've been working closely together for a month. That's still not that long, but I can say for certain that I love him way more than I ever did my ex and I thought I was going tomarry that prick."

"What about you, Mister?" Charlotte turned on you. "What kind of guy are you, telling a girl you love her on the second date?"

"The kind who is in love with her," you said. "Look, we talked about it before we said it. We know there are time limits on the horizon, but right now? I love spending time with her at work, I love spending time with her outside of work. I love her as a person, and I also happen to be in utter lust with her too. Good enough?"

"Ugh, this generation," Charlotte said, waving both of us off. "Whatever happened to no strings attached fucking around in college?"

"Char?" Becca said, coming over with two plates piled with fried eggs and bacon. "We're three years older than them, and you haven't slept with anyone but me in two years andwe are supposed to be no-strings casual. And I know, it's not my fault I'm the most skilled strap-on artist in the wild west, but still- shut the fuck up and leave them alone."

Charlotte stuck out her tongue at Becca, and Becca actually reached out and grabbed it between her thumb and forefinger much to the consternation of Charlotte.

"Gotcha!" Becca said. "Now, unless you're planning to put that tongue to use, how about you eat up?" She let go of Charlotte's tongue.

Charlotte stretched her jaw and tongue while shooting a look at Becca.

Through all of this, you'd been trying not to stare at Becca's ass or barely-covered mound as she moved around. Once she was sitting down things settled down and Gemma's roommates mellowed out and the teasing became a more mutual, almost sibling-like quality. Things had just started to get awkward for you when the topic of what everyone was doing with their Saturday came up, but the apartment door opening cut off the conversation.

Lucy came through from the entryway. Her hair was mussed, her makeup was a wreck and she was carrying her heels in one hand. You could tell she was hungry because of the way she seemed to almost sniff her way into the kitchen, following the delectable scent of bacon, until she froze a couple of steps in as she spotted the four of you at the table.

Or more likely when she spotted you at the table.

"Morning, Luse," Becca said. "Looks like you had a fun night."

"What's he doing here?" Lucy asked.

"Myboyfriend is here for breakfast," Gemma said. "That a problem?"

Lucy sneered out a frown and stomped out of the kitchen towards the hall with the bedrooms, then turned back around and re-entered with a glare. "I don't want him here," Lucy said.

"Well you don't get to decide who I date or fuck," Gemma countered.

"Well your sublease agreement says you can't have someone else come live with you in your room," Lucy countered.

"He's not moving in, Lucy," Charlotte said.

"Though I wouldn't mind if he did," Becca shrugged. "He does bring us snacks."

Lucy grit her teeth and let out a frustrated, girly growl that was more like a kid throwing a tantrum than the college co-ed she was. She even managed to stomp her foot a couple of times before she pivoted and stormed out of the kitchen again.

"Jesus fuck, she's acting like a right cunt," Gemma said.

"I'll go talk to her," Charlotte groaned, standing from her plate of food.

"Probably a good idea," Becca nodded. "I like antagonizing her too much."

"Look, this is her place too," you said. "I-"

"No no no," Becca stopped you as Charlotte slipped out of the kitchen after Lucy. "Just because she's had a shitty morning doesn't mean we have to. Or a shitty last night or whatever. She only ever dates rich guys, so she only ever really dates douchebags. You reap what you sow."

"Harsh, but fair," Gemma nodded. "Which also happens to be why I'm dating you, John."

"So you want to reap me?" you asked with a teasing grin. "Damn, Gemma. At least buy me dinner first."

"Augh," Becca scoffed. "You haven't bought him dinner yet? Maybe I should jump on this dating train and cook my famous veal parmigiana. I'll steal him away so quick." She stuck out her tongue playfully from between her teeth.

"Sorry, Becca," you said, popping your last piece of bacon into your mouth and then gesturing to Gemma for her to come sit in your lap, which she did. "I'm pretty all-in at this point, even for a woman as gorgeous and with your culinary talents."

"You know, I'm not so bad in the kitchen either," Gemma said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. This brought her breasts right under your chin, the nipples still poking the thin nightshirt. "How about you?"

"Oh, I think I could cook you under the table," you said. "You and Becca both."

"Oh, it's so on," Becca laughed. "We're doing a cook-off before the end of summer for sure."

Chapter 94

Becca ended up heading back to check on Charlotte after she didn't return from talking with Lucy, leaving you and Gemma to do the breakfast cleanup. Greasy plates and pans were soon stacked up next to the sink, and you were scrubbing and Gemma was drying and putting the dishes away. It was another side of Gemma you hadn't seen yet - domestic Gemma. You'd seen her at work as the accomplished, go-getting intern, you'd heard about her past. You'd seen playful Gemma, and competitive Gemma and snarky Gemma. And Sexy Gemma.