Getting Comfortable with the new knowledge

“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, it feels 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 a drift 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 a lot 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 feel free to have sex with you?” she asked curiously.

“Communication?” you suggested. “Though you were 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.”

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