The OF Girl Ch. 091-100

"Thank you, Daddy," Sabrina moaned happily as her orgasm wore off. "Thank you."

"That's my good girl," you said, raising the camera back up to show off her cum splattered body again.

She took in a deep breath, smiling widely. "And cut!"

You stopped the recording on the phone you were holding, then reached over and stopped it on both of the other phones as well.

"Fuck, that was so good, John," Sabrina panted, looking at you with a wide grin. "Fuck, you holding that 'good girl' title over me was so fucking hot."

"Just stay there,good girl," you smiled. "Let me get a towel for you."

You quickly went to the kitchen and fetched a wet washcloth, coming back and sitting next to Sabrina. She hadn't moved a muscle, still holding her legs open and basking in the feelings inside her with her eyes closed. You kissed her softly, and she responded in kind, her lips moving on yours in a sweet little makeout as you blindly began to wipe up her torso. Soon her tongue prodded your lips, and you met hers with yours, and you were making out.

"Thanks," she said, smiling sweetly as you finally separated. "John, I-" she stopped herself.

You knew what she wanted to say. You fuckingknew it. It was on your lips too, but it was so fucking wrong to say it. Or was it?

You were saying 'I Love You' with Gemma. That meant something.

"I know," you said instead, and kissed her again softly. "I know."

She hugged you, and you used that hug to pull her up and she curled into your lap. This seemed to be the most natural position for you two at this point - naked, with Sabrina sitting on your lap.

The moment ended and Sabrina stretched, causing her stomach to growl cutely and she blushed. "Guess it's lunchtime, huh?"

"Definitely," you chuckled.

Sabrina hopped to her feet and you watched her cute butt bounce as she walked over into the kitchenette.

"You OK with just some sandwiches?" she asked absently. "I did groceries yesterday after you gave me shit for having an empty kitchen. BLTs?"

"Sure, sounds good," you said.

Sabrina happily hummed to herself as she started putting together the quick meal, and you sat back and watched her work. She was different here, like this, than she was at work. There she was smiling but focused, business-like but cheery. Focused. But watching her in the kitchen, bopping back and forth from cupboard to cupboard, you couldn't help but feel like the office almost stifled her natural bubbly personality.

Then again, maybe it was just the clothes. Sabrina seemed so comfortable in her own skin that it was infectious.

Sabrina asked you about mayo, and caught you staring at her. "What?" she asked, blushing through a smile.

"Nothing," you said, unable to keep a smile from your own lips. "You're just really beautiful."

"Thanks," she said and turned away to finish her work. When she came back over to you, carrying both sandwiches on one plate and one large glass of milk to share, you felt like you had a moment of reverse deja vu. Like you could see a glimpse of a future where Sabrina was this adoring housewife, and you both lived in a white picket fence type of house. There was a golden retriever over in the corner panting happily, and she was early in her first pregnancy, beaming with happiness.

"John?" Sabrina asked as she slid back onto your lap, back in the apartment.

You shook your head, shaking that wild feeling. "Sorry, I just- I zoned out for a second. What was that?"

"I was saying that this would make a good scene," Sabrina said. She sat the plate down her lap and lifted one of the sandwiches, lifting it to your lips to feed you. "You know, meme on the whole 'go make me a sandwich' thing. Maybe I bring you the sandwich you asked for and then I blow you while you eat it."

You took the bite, and she turned the sandwich and took her own bite, chewing cutely. "S'good?" she asked.

Swallowing quickly, you smiled and nodded. "Very," you said, and kissed her on the cheek. "This is all very, very good."

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Sabrina continued to feed you and herself through the meal, and the two of you flirted and laughed and talked about your childhoods. It was calm and wholesome and relaxing, and when both sandwiches were done you stroked your fingers through her hair to move a loose strand behind her ear and kissed her again.

"You know I can feel you," Sabrina said, putting her hand on your chest with a teasing smile.

"I know," you smiled. "But I'm enjoying this."

"I know, me too," she said. "But we still have more work to do. Think you're ready with another big load for me?"

"One more kiss and I will be," you grinned.

The two of you went through the same routine as before, deciding on where it would happen and how, then positioning cameras and testing lighting. Sabrina had filmed several blowjob clips using realistic dildos already, so she'd worked out a few angles that would work better than others to hide her face while showing off her lips and mouth, but it was still going to require her to edit in some face blurring for incidental catches.

This time you would be the one that was stationary, lounging on the couch in your pants and shirt. Once the cameras were rolling, you put on the role again and called out to Sabrina. "Babe, come out here."

Sabrina came out of the bedroom wearing a black set of lingerie that was all lace and mesh. To top it off, she was wearing thigh-high black stockings that contrasted amazingly with her pale skin. "Yes, Daddy?" she asked. She strode over in front of you and knelt between your legs, bringing herself into the frame perfectly for the 'main shot' phone in your hands. "I really hope I've been a good girl since last time, Daddy. Ireally want to taste some Daddy Dick today."

"You have been," you said, reaching out one hand and running your thumb along her jawline and then across her lips. She took your thumb between them and sucked, and you slowly pulled it out, her lower lip dragging with it until your thumb reached her chin and her lip snapped back up. "You've been absolutely perfect in every way."

"Can I suck your cock, please?" Sabrina begged. "I really deserve a reward."

"Go ahead," you said.

"Thank you, Daddy," she grinned, those small but supple lips of hers twisting into an excited grin. She leaned forward, her bra-clad chest pressing into the obvious bulge in your pants, and she made kissing noises right next to the phone. The actual positioning made a kiss impossible, but the view on the phone definitely looked like it was real.

You winked at Sabrina, and she grinned and winked back, before moving back into the frame.

Sabrina worked slowly, first feeling and kissing your cock through your pants, fawning over your size for the camera. Then she unzipped your pants and reached her hand in, feeling you up without showing anything to the camera. Finally, she unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down, your cock snapping up to attention to her delighted, if exaggerated, gasp of delight.

She started with a handjob, then teasing with her tongue around the very tip of your cock, then slowly lower. Licking your shaft like an ice cream cone. Them taking you between her lips, slowly working lower and lower, then back to teasing with her tongue. Back to her lips.

At one point you couldn't help yourself and you reached forward, brushing your fingers through her hair. She'd been playing up all her talking for the camera, looking right at it instead of at you even though her eyes weren't in the shot, but when you did that her eyes came back to you and softened.

"You are the best," you said. "And you're mine."

"I am," she grinned. "All yours."

The blowjob continued. It was great for you, though any blowjob that isn't downright horrible is generally going to be enjoyable. It just wasn't the same as when Sabrina was able to go all out. When she choked herself on you, when she went wild, she had the freedom to be herself. She couldn't do that on camera because half the screen would have to be blurred out if she took you too deeply.

It was good, but it was work, not passion.

"Where do you want to come, Daddy?" she eventually asked. "In my mouth? Or my pretty titties?"

We'd already discussed the finish. "I want to cover those beautiful breasts," you said.

"Mmmm, I love that, Daddy," she hummed and grinned, and then took off her bra.

Sabrina went back to blowing you and soon you nodded to her that you were close. She talked dirty to the camera but kept her eyes on you as she started beating you off quickly with both hands, sitting up to point your cock at her tits.

You nodded, letting her know you were about to go off, and since her face was completely off-camera she shot you a silent air kiss. Then you let your toes curl and your ass clench as you came four big globs across her small breasts, one particularly large spurt covering her left nipple and areola entirely.

"Yes, that's it, Daddy," she crooned, stroking your cock like she was petting a cat as she sat back with a big grin on her face. With her other hand she scooped that fingerful of cum from her nipple and brought it to her mouth, making sounds like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.

"Thank you," she said, and bit her lower lip for the camera. "And cut."

Chapter 99

You were tired, and this time it was Sabrina who went to get a fresh washcloth. She scrubbed down her chest quickly, then tenderly washed your wilting cock and balls.

"That was hot, but not the same," she said as she finished, and gave your soft prick a little kiss.

"I was thinking the same thing," you said. "I could feel you holding back."

"I just wanted to deep throat you so bad," Sabrina smirked.

You sighed and sat up, stretching a little before you stood and stretched out your back. "I'm gonna be honest, Sabrina, I don't know if I've got another good load in me. Between last night and today... Well, to be honest, my balls are kind of aching."

"Oh no," Sabrina said, actually concerned for you. "Baby, why didn't you say something?"

"No, it's not anything bad," you said. "They just feel like they're a gas tank running on empty right now, that's all."

"OK, let's take a break," she said. "And we'll change up the last scene we were going to shoot. Instead of you using a toy on me while I give you a blowjob, we just do you using a toy on me. We'll set up a camera overhead on a stand instead of you holding it, so you can use both hands. And maybe you could... choke me again?"

You pulled Sabrina up from where she'd been kneeling on the floor and kissed her firmly. "Honey, anything you want."

She burst into a grin. You hadn't realized how self-conscious she might have been about your experiences together that week. Fuck, again you were getting struck by the realization that everything that had happened with you, Sabrina and Gemma had only been going on for a week.

Sabrina ended up deciding that a break from filming and fucking was the perfect time to watch the second episode of Castle, and she had you sit on the floor in front of the couch so that she could sit behind you and massage your shoulders. Soon you were half-engrossed in the cop procedural, and groaning and wincing at the pressure Sabrina was putting on your upper back as she tried to work on knots you didn't realize you were carrying around.

When she was done you leaned back and pulled her legs over your shoulders from behind so that they were hanging against your chest. You absent-mindedly rubbed her feet, not putting so much effort into it as to call it a massage, but enough to make her feel good to thank her for her own efforts.

By the time the episode was over, you were feeling a lot more relaxed than before and turned your head to kiss Sabrina's knee. "Do you want to watch another, or get this last scene done?"

"Mmm, yes? Both?" Sabrina said.

So we went to work. This time we set up everything in her bedroom, going through the motions. Framing, camera position, lighting. Quick dry run.

The scene started with Sabrina on her back, naked on the bed with her legs slightly spread and an array of her toys laid out next to her.

"Are you sure I can't do anything for you, Daddy?" Sabrina kicked off the scene.

"No. It's my turn to make my girl feel as good as she makes me," you said. You stroked her cheek, then down to her breast, pinching her nipple softly. "Of course, good girls also have a naughty side that needs to be fulfilled, don't they?"

Sabrina nodded her head excitedly and hummed an affirmative.

You started with your hands, careful to keep your head from blocking the scene from the camera above. Starting with her shoulders and collarbone, you felt her all over. Squeezing and teasing her breasts, running your fingers over her stomach. Palming and even spanking her thighs a little. Stroking her cunt.

"You are so fucking excited," you said.

"I really am, Daddy," she said. "You make me feel so good in the worst ways."

"Not so bad in the best ways?" you asked.

She giggled and stuck out her tongue. "That, too."

You transitioned from your fingers to a silly-looking feather, which did little more than tease her a bit and make her giggle more when you played it along her sides. Then came a little bullet vibe. You started at her lips, and she sucked on the humming device, before teasing it down her throat and circling her nipples. Then you surprised her by bringing it down to her pussy and half-inserting it, making her gasp and thrust her hips upwards.

The vibe played around her entrance for a long moment as you let her juices coat the little device, then you removed it and placed it onto the centre of her chest still running. Sabrina was panting now, more at the rapidly changing stimuli than anything else, and you reached over and picked up the life-like dildo she'd chosen. It was about six inches and looked thick compared to her - at least, you remember thinking that when you saw her using it a week ago on her page. Now, holding it in your hand, it was smaller than you were.

You couldn't help but smirk a little.

The dildo went to her mouth, which she turned to the side to give the top camera a good view as you fed it to her, more and more until she was deepthroating it, the fake balls pressed against her chin.

"That's it," you said softly. "Good girl. Goood girl. Get it covered in your spit."

When you pulled it out Sabrina coughed lightly, but opened her mouth with her tongue out.

"Nono," you said. "That's not where it's going."

Moving her legs wider, you used the fingers of one hand to lewdly spread her pink and swollen pussy lips and inserted the head of the cock into her entrance.

Just the head.

You set the dildo down on the bed, and {her] shot you a pleading look. It was the ultimate tease. A true 'just the tip' scenario when she desperately wanted to be filled.

Instead, you picked up the last item on the bed. Sabrina had included it as a joke reference to a show you'd both seen, the adult cartoon Archer, which was originally about a spy organization.

A pingpong paddle.

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You hefted the ping pong paddle and tilted her knee a little more open, exposing her soft thigh.

"Daddy?" Sabrina asked, her voice quavering a bit.

"Yes, honey?" you asked.

"Did I do something naughty?"

You smiled and blew her an air kiss, your eyes locked with hers. "Not at all, babe. I just know that sometimes you like beingtreated like a nasty, naughty slut. And I can do that because... why?"

Sabrina licked her lips and stared horny heat at you. "Because I'myour nasty, naughty slut."

You slapped her exposed thigh, the loud clap of the paddle on her skin strangely satisfying. "Yes, you are."

You gave her a few more slaps with the paddle on her thighs, leaving them a soft pink but nothing worse, then closed her legs around the dildo and tilted them up and back, slapping the underside of her thighs as well until they were the same shade. The dildo fell out on the last slap.

"Well, that just won't do," you said, dropping the paddle and unceremoniously sticking the dildo back into her pussy. All the way.

"Ooooh, fuck Daddy!" Sabrina moaned loudly. "Yes! Thank you, thank you."

You lowered her legs and spread them again, taking hold of the dildo and quickly pumping it into her in firm, hard thrusts.

"Oh- Fuck- Daddy! Yes, just like that. Just like that. Fuck my dirty, nasty, slutty fuckhole, Daddy. Fuck me fucking sideways. Fuck me frontways. Fuck me fuck fuuuuuck meeeee," Sabrina was quickly driving towards to first orgasm.

You didn't let up, but you did reach forward with your free hand and grab her little tit, squeezing it hard. "Hold it," you said. "Don't you fucking cum until I say so."

"Oh nooooo, please Daddy, please," Sabrina whined. "Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck, please."

"Hold it!" you ordered.

"OK, OK," she panted, her chest heaving as her muscles started to flex from the effort. She grit her teeth hard, her abdomen scrunching, her toes clenching. Little whimpers leaked through her teeth.

"Who's your Daddy?" you asked her.

"You are," she sobbed.

You couldn't help yourself and you bent your head into the shot, kissing her. She howled into your mouth as she came, her girlcum messily flooding out of her around the dildo you didn't stop fucking her with. You could feel it splatter on your wrist and arm, but you were busy kissing her and absorbing the sound of her orgasmic cries.

Once it had worked out of her, you pulled your head back and she looked at you with a sloppy smile and glazed eyes, but you weren't done yet. You were still slowly thrusting the dildo in and out of her, and with your other hand you picked up the ping-pong paddle again and gave her a slap on the stomach.

She gulped in air and her eyes went wide at the sting and shock, coming back to earth from whatever orgasm afterlife she'd been floating in.

You dropped the paddle on her stomach lightly and picked the bullet vibrator back up from where it was still humming on her chest. Then you slammed the dildo back into her pussy as deep as you could and wedged the bullet vibe between her clit and the fake balls of the dildo.

The sexiest part of Sabrina, you'd found, wasn't her mouth. It wasn't her pussy, or her butt, or tits. No, the sexiest part ofboth your girls was their eyes. The way they looked at you. They way they could talk to you through those looks.

You kept that dildo and bullet vibe hammered into her cunt with one hand, and with the other you wrapped your hand around Sabrina's throat and started to softly squeeze.

Sabrina humped her hips, her body responding to the pleasure by wanting to receive thrusts, but none were coming. Her nipples looked like they could have cut glass, they were so hard. The muscles from her collarbone to her toes rippled as her body was frozen like it wanted to thrash but couldn't bring itself to do it.

You squeezed her throat a little more, careful. Ever so careful, but unresisting. Then you let her get in two big breaths and squeezed again.

Sabrina's eyes slowly rolled back as she came again. Hard.

She didn't squirt this time, though she did end up flooding the bed a bit. Instead, her legs snapped closed and twisted as she curled up. Her hands clutched the sheets of the bed and yanked at them hard.

You let go of her throat again and gave her a soft slap on the cheek, and she gasped in air as a new wave of her orgasm hit her and she went limp except for his hips humping erratically.

"Huuuhuhuhuh," Sabrina stuttered through her breathing, struggling to get control of herself.

You pulled the dildo out of her, the vibe falling to the wet sheets. She rolled over, apparently having completely forgotten the cameras and the filming, and practically crawled up into your arms, trying to wrap herself as close to you as she could as she continued to shudder and quake through aftershocks of her orgasm.