Threesomes get complicated with professional models

“Can I watch you guys?” Cattie asked.

We were up in the bedroom, and I’d already been kissing on both her and Cassidy a bit before the two of them had teamed up to get me pinned on my back so they could kiss on me. Cass had moved things along, getting my pants off, but I was still in my shirt and briefs. I, meanwhile, had been making out with my gorgeous raven-haired girlfriend.

“Like, watch watch?” Cass asked with a grin, sitting up from dropping my pants off the side of the bed and grinning at her friend. “That’s kinda kinky.”

“Oh yeah,” Cattie smirked. “Definitely the kinkiest thing I’m into for sure.”

I snorted and sat up, running my fingers through her hair for a moment. “You can watch, beautiful, if that’s what you want,” I said.

She bit her lower lip, grinning a little shyly, and nodded.

Cass had run her hand up my thigh and was stroking my cock to life through my underwear. I chuckled and took her hand from my crotch, lifting it to kiss her fingers. “Before we get deep into things, Zenya asked for some dirty photos,” I said. “And Becca was interested in them as well. How do you feel about being in them?”

“Oh,” Cassidy said, blinking in surprise at the question. I had dirty pictures of her saved on an external hard drive - she didn’t send them to me all the time, but she wasn’t stingy with them either. Having the career that she did, though, as a semi-public figure in a space where the lines around sexuality got blurry and fans could be a little ravenous for more and more exposing content, meant that we were both worried about someone hacking us somehow and then leaking something personal. We’d taken a lot of dirty pictures during the trip, but they were all saved onto memory cards and not the cloud, so they weren’t a problem. I would likely move the ones Zenya had sent me and some of the more teasing/borderline ones the girls had sent that week over to the external hard drive as well and delete them from my phone soon.

“I know,” I said, waiting for more of a response.

“Wait, are you spooked sending Zenya dirty stuff?” Cattie asked. “Why?”

“Because the more stuff is out there, the more it’s out there forever,” Cass winced.

I sighed and put my hand on Cattie’s. “When we were in our sophomore year in high school, a junior girl had a private picture start circulating - no one was sure how it got out because she didn’t have a boyfriend and swore she’d never sent it to anyone. But once it was out, well, it never went away. Two years she had to spend with pretty much everyone in school having seen her naked, and it was still going around after she graduated and we were in our senior year.”

“Some people say it’s still bouncing around the school wifi to this day,” Cass said, then clapped a hand over her mouth. “OK, that was bad.”

Cattie snorted and rolled her lips in, biting them softly as she tried not to chuckle.

“It would be bad if she were here,” I shook my head, smirking a little.

“Anyways,” Cass said. “I’ve always been paranoid about someone hacking my shit, or Robbie’s, so we don’t keep stuff like that for long on our phones. Zenya, though…”

“She’s sent me nudes already,” I said. “I have a feeling she’s not as stressed about that kind of thing.”

“Which is kinda weird considering she never releases anything Not Safe For Work,” Cattie frowned. “I think the most risque thing I’ve seen is her wearing a full bra and flashing a thong with just a little bit of ass.”

“I think maybe we should have a conversation with all the girls about… relationship security,” Cass said. “Set up expectations for privacy and protecting all of us from bad actors. God, when we’re all living together it’ll be like we’re lighting a bug zapper for horny hackers. We’re going to need to pay someone to help us secure all our internet stuff.”

“I’ll add that to the list for Becca,” I said, nodding along. She wasn’t wrong at all - and not just for digital security. We were going to have to consider physical security as well. Stalkers and harassers weren’t uncommon for models to have to deal with, and putting seven beautiful women in one place, all with internet-jobs, was asking for someone to show up at the door or trying to peek through the fences.

“For now,” Cass said. “What does she want them for?”

“Masturbating,” I said with a little grin. “I don’t think she was joking when she told me she’s a surprisingly horny woman.”

“OK, let’s take some hot video for her,” Cass said, smirking and shaking her head as she reached over to the side table and grabbed her phone, opening it and handing it to Cattie. “Can you film something for us? Maybe me sucking his dick, just without my full face?”

“Sure,” Cattie chuckled, then she grinned more broadly. “Should we fix the lighting, or are we going true amateur content?”

“Ooh, good point,” Cass said. “Maybe we should look at adjusting the lamp over there so we can get a backfill. Or I could put in a coloured light, making it more-” She stopped to laugh when I groaned. “Amateur, I think,” she said to Cattie with a wink. Then she looked at me. “Can I suck your cock, Tiger, so Cattie can watch me treat you just how you deserve to be treated?”

I scooped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled my fiancee to me, kissing her hard. “I would love that, baby,” I murmured.

Her grin told me she was just as excited to do it now as she ever had been as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and started to pull them down.

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