The OF Girl

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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 sexting, a workplace quickie with some exhibitionism, an Eric saga, and the start of an MFF threesome.

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 621

You took some time that afternoon, while Sabrina and Eric were finally more focused on work than talking through his love life, to start looking up news articles about the whole Tommy situation.

What you found was... a little shocking.

First, Moscheactuallygot the story fairly correct as much as you could tell.

Tommy Tiernan had been doing a Masters in Philosophy, and he'd been murdered in what was suspected to be a professional hit gone wrong. The news articles made a point of showing how much Tommy looked like the son of a local mob boss - since you weren't from the city the name wasn't recognizable to you - and that even the police had thought Tommy had been the guy right up until they went to give notice to the father and the son answered the door, alive and well.

The articles went on to acknowledge that Tommy had, in fact, simply been out for a walk in the city when he'd been attacked. He'd been shot five times at close range by the assailant and had likely been dead within moments. They didn't mention if he'd had THC or anything else in his system, but considering he'd been pretty clearly murdered and not in an accident, that probably wouldn't have mattered much to the cops or coroner.

You tried looking for any news of the case moving forward, but other than a small, buried article about 'Assassin Still At Large' a couple of months later, there didn't seem to be any follow-up from the media. Then, pushing your luck on how long you were durdling around instead of getting work done, you did some more research on the guy Tommy was supposed to be.

'Entitled Asshole Nitwit' was where you landed, only because you weren't sure where 'Criminal' should have fit into the description grammatically. The guy seemed to have been in the news perennially for getting into very public fights, getting into accidents with expensive cars, and an early possession charge that sounded an awful lot like it had been knocked down from possession with intent to distribute based on the writing of the journalist.

You compiled the links to the most interesting and thorough articles and saved them to send to the girls... soon. Gemma was asleep, after all, and it wouldn't be fair to tell Sabrina first, would it?

Sabrina looked over at you suspiciously when you coughed and covered your mouth to stop from snickering.

Then you got back to work... for about thirty minutes before you got a text.

A very explicit text.

'Hey John. I would like to sext with you and then send screenshots to my paypigs. Are you available?'

To be fair, it was explicit in its request, not its content.

That got you coughing though and you had to clear your throat.

"John?" Sabrina asked.

"You OK, man?" Eric asked.

"Yep," you croaked, nodding and waving them off. "Fine. I'm fine."

"Well someone texted yousomething," Sabrina said, half closing her laptop as she raised an eyebrow at you from across the conference table. "And Gemma's asleep." She made a grabby hand at you, asking for your phone.

You'd already been planning on double-checking with her on how to answer Maeve, so you put your phone on the table and slid it over to her. She picked it up and checked the message, snorting and smirking. "That'ssoher," she said.

"What's so who?" Eric asked.

"No one," you said.

"Aw, come on," he complained. "I told you guys, like,somuch."

"It's a friend of ours," Sabrina said. "Who is overseas. She's asking if she can send him some... explicit stuff."

"Wait, sheasked?" Eric asked. "She didn't just send you titty pics or something?"

"She's very blunt, and pays attention to consent," Sabrina murmured as she was typing on your phone. You'd only find out what she was sending once she passed it back, but you had a feeling you knew the general gist of what she would say.

"So... what's she going to send?" Eric asked.

"I'm not comfortable sharing that," you said before Sabrina could answer.

Your girlfriend rolled your eyes at you and sighed, then looked at Eric. "He's so prudish in very specific ways," she chuckled.

"Yeah, so prudish," you snorted. "Protecting the privacy of my friends."

Sabrina shrugged, sliding your phone back over to you. "That's fair, I guess," she said, then looked at Eric again. "Do as I say, not as I do, young grasshopper. You probably should keep things a little more private."

"What? Youaskedme for the details!"

"Yeah, but I didn't need them to help," Sabrina smirked.

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you checked your messages to see what Sabrina had said to Maeve.

'Hey M. It's Sabrina. Go wild, babe. We're stuck in the office and Gemma sent him a pic of her titties earlier so he's a little wound up already with no chance for relief :P'

'Also you're fuckin' gorgeous and we miss you already! Have fun!'

As you were reading and sighing internally, Maeve responded.

'Thank you, Sabrina. It would be nice to see you guys again too. Having sex with you was really great.'

That made you chuckle a little. Classic Maeve.

Chapter 622

By the end of the work day, you were uncomfortable. Physically.

Mostly because your cock had been hard for a couple of hours, trapped in your briefs and slacks, the tenting hidden by the conference table as you went back and forth between working on dry document work and absolutely filthy sexting with a beautiful, autistic British woman who had almost no inhibitions when she felt safe.

"You OK?" Sabrina asked you with a little smirk as she closed her laptop.

"Yep," you said. "Just, uh, want to get this one thing done before I sign off for the day."

It hadn't exactly been helpful, to your work or to the sexting, when Mr Garrison had come by to check in on the three of you and spent fifteen minutes just kind of shooting the shit. Maybe he'd gotten tired of talking with the other partners, or maybe he'd noticed your group productivity had been lower today and he was either checking in on you or just trying to boost your spirits or something.

What it did was make you feel self-conscious about your boner. Said boner, however, didn't seem to give a fuck.

It probably had something to do with the super explicit roleplay with Maeve - she was using it to tease the hell out of at least one of the guys who sent her money to basically be denied sex with her, so she'd been abit much.Even for your current sexting standards with Sabrina and Gemma.

First had been the logistics; were you OK to receive pictures? (Yes) Could you send any? (No) How long could you reasonably keep up the sexting? (A few hours) Would you prefer to roleplay with her being the dominant, you being the dominant, or something more mutual? (Mutual - you had the feeling either of you being more dominant would either be odd for you or ruin the image of her being powerful to her simps) In that case, are you a casual hookup, or something more?

That one you looped Sabrina in on quickly and the two of you suggested going with the truth with just a touch of more 'what if?' and making it sound like you were going to meet up with Maeve sometime sooner than 'I dunno, maybe one day.' The Brit had agreed.

Then came the roleplay intro, with Maeve playing the casually bored college student stuck in on a Monday night, and you were the casually bored-at-work college student (with a big dick) getting internationally booty called.

OK, so the scenario wasn't exactly realistic in that last bit. And you still felt like the girls overdid it with how big they said your dick was. It wasabove averagebut it wasn'tmassiveby any means. Especially not in the porn world. Then again, the pictures you'd taken with Emma the afternoon before had been maximizing camera angles, so maybe there were more 'above average' dicks in porn than there were massive anyways.

She started with a casual'R u at work still?'and some scene-setting banter about time zones between the UK and the US, then opened things up with a selfie lying on a couch in what you guessed was her apartment. Her curly brunette hair was pulled back into a ponytail but several strands were (accidentally on purpose?) loose and framing her face. Her makeup was done in her usual half-gothy style that gave her an alt vibe without going full emo or goth, and she was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses along with dark burgundy lipstick. She was wearing a loose crop top that barely covered her breasts, the bottom curves just showing in the shadow under it in a hinting tease and her nipples making little tents accented by the lamp casting light down from behind her.

After that came a string of 'roleplay' that you really couldn't be sure where the 'story' ended and the real stuff began, because she was talking about how she was thinking about the sex you'd had pretty much every day, getting graphic about how she would touch herself. She didn't explicitly say that it had been group sex with your two girlfriends and another woman, but shedidtalk about some of the positions the two of you had fucked in.

You played things back fairly straight, though you had to fudge a little about how often you'd thought about her - ithadbeen a pretty busy week between Gemma leaving, Emma visiting, the waterpark with Becks and Tasha, and now living with Sabrina. There hadn't exactly been a lot of time where you'd been left horny and with time to daydream. For the most part though you were able to use those same experiences with Maeve to remind her how attractive you found her, both her body and her mind. And how she'd felt in your hands.

'You mean these tits?'she escalated when you mentioned you loved how wonderfully soft and jiggly her breasts were, and how mauling them with your hands had made her moan. She wasn'tquiteflashing in the picture, artfully pulling the middle of her crop top up to show off the bulging cleavage of her breasts while her nipples andmostof her puffy areolas were covered by the shirt still.

'Not sure, tough to recognise them when they're in disguise like that :P'you sent her back.

For all that Maeve wasn't much for innuendo in real life, and was pretty blunt, she was also good at crafting a flirtatious story and you wondered at how she managed those paypigs of hers, giving them the narratives that they seemed to crave.

She sent you another pic, this time of her fully flashing, her nipples already getting firm as she cupped one boob while she took her selfie with the other. Things progressed from there, more photos getting sent to you as she slowly disrobed. Her soft stomach, her mound with her shorts and panties pulled down, just covering her lips. Then her shorts off, just panties. Then the panties pulled tight, her labia spilling over the sides lewdly. Finally, her pussy in full, glistening a little with arousal, panties pulled to the side.

You knew she wasn't sendingeverytext to her intended audience - the goal was to tease him/them. She'd explained that ahead of time. So she was either going to selectively screenshot the conversation with the really revealing stuff just offscreen, or censor it. Apparently censoring was a big thing because it was a massive tease toalmostshow herself off.

By the time the end of the day came around Maeve had worked through fingering herself and moved up to using toys. She'd even used the fifteen-minute break while you couldn't text to play up the 'God damn you're keeping me waiting for you when I'm so horny' element, telling you how she wouldn't put up with that from anyone other than you. Sucking the lifelike dildo came first, then teasing her pussy with it as she pulled her legs way back and showed off her perfect little butthole.

"I'll tell her you're done," Sabrina smirked as she stood up.

"Wait, that's been going on the whole time?" Eric asked, already packed up and ready to leave - Sabrina had convinced him to ask Beth out on another date that night so he'd have a chance to fix his 'casual' mistake.

"None of your business," you said.

"Absolutely, she's kind of got the hots for him in a big way," Sabrina smirked.

"Whaaaat?" Eric asked. "How? Why?When?Does Gemma know?"

"Just... never mind," you sighed, making your girlfriend laugh.

She grabbed Eric and pulled him out of the conference room. "Just stay and get that work done, baby," she said to you as they left. And then she winked.

Oh, no,you groaned to yourself.Why did she wink?

Chapter 623

'Thanks for agreeing to help with that,'Maeve texted you, ending the roleplay. Sabrina must have told her that you were done working like she'd said she would. You were still in the conference room, the halls out in the office already having gotten quiet as at least half the staff headed out on time for the day. That wink from Sabrina had you worried about theother halfwho were working late though.

'My pleasure, Maeve,'you sent her back.'Also my pain, because I'm rock hard and can't do anything about it just yet.'

'I'd take care of it for you if I could,'she replied.'Where do you want your cut sent?'

That made you stop and blink.'My cut?' you asked.

'Of what our little show brought in. You participated, you should get a cut. I was thinking 15% since I was the one showing nudes and managing everything. But there's also a tip that's supposed to go to you.'

"Uuuuuhmmm," you said out loud, staring down at your phone and not sure what to do with this.

'I don't need a cut, Maeve. I really was just happy to help.'

'John, you are being honourable since we didn't have a contract, but I take this seriously,'she replied.'You provided a service today, and deserve to be compensated. If I could ACTUALLY pay you back sexually right now I would, but even then I would still pay you out your cut.'

You groaned, shaking your head.'I don't know how I feel about taking money from your pay pigs.'

Then she sent you a screenshot of a PayPal payment pending a recipient for $12,773 USD.'15% plus a £5k tip because one of the pay pigs wants you to fly first class here to satisfy my needs. Don't be daft, John.'

Twelve thousand dollars - almost thirteen - for three hours of sexting where you hadn't even been sending pictures back to her.

You knew the math and budgeting behind Sabrina's business. She was making much more than this in a month now, and you were helping withthatwith the clear agreement that you were benefiting in the future from it. Therewasno contract between the two of you because of your relationship; which was fucking stupid from a legal perspective. But over $12,000 would go a long way to subsidizing the expenses you'd racked up over the summer dating two girls while living in the city on internship pay - you weren'tbrokebut you were definitely a college student, even with Sabrina often playing 'Sugar Momma' for you and Gemma.

'I know you can't fly out here any time soon, you don't need to worry about that,'Maeve sent when you didn't respond quickly.

You sighed and shook your head, then sent her your email address for your PayPal.

'Good boy,'she replied, then quickly typed another message.'Sorry, I didn't mean to treat you like one of them. Thank you for understanding my position.'

'I appreciate you, Maeve. Thank you.'

"Still texting her?" Sabrina asked, making you jump in your seat because you'd been so engrossed in your phone that you hadn't heard her approach the door to the conference room.

"Yeah, but not the same content," you said.

Your girlfriend gave you a curious look and you slid your phone across the table to her. She nabbed it and scanned the conversation, starting to smirk and then snorting and glancing up. "You manwhore."

That made you chuckle and roll your eyes, and then your phone vibrated in her hand as another text came in.

"She says you're welcome, and that she's going to go fuck herself with the dildo now," Sabrina said quietly so no one could overhear, grinning with her eyes. "God, if she made that much off of 3 hours, maybe I should ask to see the screenshots she sent to those guys. I could offer side content for people who want that extra teasing experience."

You shrugged broadly. "I've got no clue if that would work or not, but it might be worth a shot."

She came around the conference table, sitting down on it next to you and handing your phone back. "Feel weird?" she guessed.

"Sort of," you nodded.

"Still got a boner?"

"Not until she mentioned what she was going to go do now," you mumbled.

Sabrina snorted and smirked, then shut your laptop for you. "Come on," she said. "We need to get you taken care of."

That made you sigh. "What doesthatmean? It's our last week, I'd rather not take any more risks and ruin things at the finish line."

"It'll befine," she said, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. "Ipromise."

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"Hey, Mister Boss," Becks said as you entered the little meeting room on the first floor of the building. It wasn't the same one that you, Sabrina and Gemma had used earlier in the summer when things had still been up in the air with how you were going to handle your not-yet-relationship (if only you could have known how wild things would get back then), but you thought it might have been the one where the three of you had written the mock LSATs when Garrison started taking your mentorship seriously.

And Becks was sitting up on the front of the bare desk, facing the door. Her blouse was open to her belly button, her cleavage looking fantastic in a black lace bra. As Sabrina shut the door behind you, Becks uncrossed her legs, flashing you her pantyless crotch, and crossed them again. Her warm, tan legs were clad in thigh-high stockings that ended under her skirt.

You gulped.

Chapter 624

"Fill me up," Becks moaned into your ear. "Fucking come deep inside me, John. I'm having dinner with Tash tonight and I can give her some of our cream pie dessert before we go out."

Becks might not have spent as much time with you as your girlfriends, but she'd definitely learned how to encourage you over the finish line.

The sex was hot and fast. She'd been ready for you already, and only a cursory blowjob from Sabrina had you slick and ready to plunge into her. You'd peeled one of her stockings off at the start and tied it like a gag around her head, making her laugh warmly and grin, but it had done the job and muffled her moans as the two of you had fucked with her on the edge of the desk. The meeting room door was, hopefully, thick enough to block the sound of your thighs clapping against each other.

She'd orgasmed first when you manhandled her tits through her lace bra before scooping them out and pinching both of her nipples. The gag had done its job, mostly, but you'd finished the muffling of her groan by kissing her spread lips. Then she'd pulled the gag off and tossed it at Sabrina, who was leaning with her back against the wall, one hand down the front of her pants as she played with herself, watching the two of you fuck.