Tasha's Debut Scene

“I don’t know about this,” you said, wincing a little.

“No, it makes sense for the lore of the world,” Sabrina said. “Gemma is your Darling wifey and is a dominant ****, just not to you. Becks is your sexy, submissive secretary and is like a rival for me, your submissive girlfriend-slash-side piece. Tasha needs to bring a new dynamic to the ongoing saga, so her being your new boss because of nepotism puts a whole spin on her submitting to you.”

“I figure I should be able to play the arrogant, self-obsessed slut half decently,” Tasha chuckled.

The four of you were back at the apartment and, unlike what you had been expecting at this point in the night, no one was fucking. In fact, no one was even naked, or partially naked. Instead, you were all sitting around on the couch and chairs, discussing Tasha’s introductory scene into the Sabrina Cinematic Universe.

“No, that’s not what’s making me uncomfortable,” you shook your head, waving that thought away. “If you’re into that idea, I think it could be fun. I’m more concerned about the whole idea for the scene where you’re drunk and we bring you here. That feels a lot more like taking advantage of you than consensual, which I’m not OK with. And it might be against the Terms of Service, but I would need to check.”

“Oh,” Sabrina said, scrunching up her nose, clearly not having thought about that.

“To be fair, it’s more realistic, but also more likely to be icky,” Becks chipped in as she followed your reasoning. “Plus, consider all the werewolf and vampire romance novels and stuff - it’s way hotter when the guy’s presence makes the woman feel weak in the knees, and she just can’t help but give in to it. If he were actively forcing it to happen because she was drunk? Way less hot.”

“Well, what’s the storyline then?” Sabrina sighed. “I’m running out of ideas for this apartment.”

The four of you all went silent, trying to think of something.

“I’ve got it!” Tasha suddenly said, bursting into a grin. “First thing first - Becks, you’re gonna be sucking John’s dick.”

“Oh no,” Becks said sarcastically. “The worst thing in the world. How ever will I put up with that?”

You groaned in satisfied pleasure, closing your eyes for a moment as you reveled in the feeling of Becks’ lips slowly working the top third of your cock. Looking away for too long wasn’t something you could do, though, and you blinked your eyes back open to make sure you were framing things right to catch the action without getting the rest of her face in the frame of the camera.

She pulled off your cock slowly, kissing the crown in a slightly exaggerated pout. “God, I love it when you take me home with you, Mister Boss,” she said breathily.

“Maybe I should do it more often,” you said, reaching forward with one hand. She caught your thumb between her lips and gave it a naughty little suck for the camera, then you lowered your hand to grope at one of the bare breasts. She was topless, but still wearing her slacks from earlier that evening as she knelt on the floor in front of you while you were on the couch. Her nipple was stiff and rubbery as you grazed over it with your fingers and then softly pinched it.

“Maybe you should,” Becks breathed out, then she lowered her lips back to your cock and started to slurp on you with sinuous movements.

You almost jumped when the front door of the apartment practically burst open, even if you’d been expecting it. As planned, Becks’ mouth left your cock as she whipped her head around, then you raised the camera carefully as Sabrina walked in, dragging Tasha with a first curled into the front of a borrowed blouse - considering the bust difference between the two women, the blouse would have looked a little too silly-porno if that fact wasn’t being disguised by Sabrina’s grip on it.

“Look who I found being all creepy outside,” Sabrina declared.

“Miss Ren?!” Becks said in faux surprise.

“Kay? What are you doing here?”

“Let go of me!” Tasha said, pretending to struggle with Sabrina’s grip on her shirt. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

“She must have followed us here from the retirement party,” Becks accused her.

“It doesn’t matter, you can’t just- Hey, you two are fraternising!” Tasha said, following the vague script.

“Um,” Becks said loudly, playing at being caught.

“Fraternisation between employees is against company policy,” Tasha boasted, holding Sabrina’s wrist but no longer pretending to struggle. “I’ll be bringing whatever this is to HR as soon as we open for business tomorrow morning.” She gestured between Becks’ bare breasts and your on-display cock.

“Oh, please,” Becks scoffed. “What we do on our own time shouldn’t matter at all. Plus, if you’re so shocked by seeing us like this, why’d you follow us all the way back here to his place?”

“I wanna know why she keeps staring at Mister Boss’s cock,” Sabrina added with a smirk. “What’s the matter, Miss Ren? Never seen one so big and hard before?”

“I- Well- That- Um-” Tasha stammered.

It was a silly storyline. You all knew it. But it was… kind of working. Sort of.

“Do you honestly think that HR will do anything about Miss Lusty and I ‘fraternising?’” you asked, then stood up as smoothly as you could to keep the camera framed properly and without jerking around. Then you started moving closer. “You might be the owner’s daughter, Kay, but even your Mother knows how extremely valuable I am to the company. She might have given you that VP position since you graduated business school, but that doesn’t mean she’ll let her top performer get shafted.”

You’d closed the distance, as planned, and were now looking down slightly at Tasha with the camera. She licked her lips, doing a credible job at acting nervous, and she and Sabrina must have been doing something to get her nipples hard while they’d been out in the hallway because this close they were prominent through the cream coloured blouse.

“My- Um- You’re not supposed to- Business ethics says that superiors and their subordinates shouldn’t- um-” Tasha babbled.

“Oh,” Becks said from just off camera to my left, while Sabrina was to my right still reaching in and holding the chest of Tasha’s shirt. “That’s why she followed us here, Mister Boss. Little Miss Ren, the nepo hire, has a crush on you.”

“I do not,” Tasha argued.

“Oooh, she so does,” Sabrina giggled, stepping back into the frame as she rested her chin on Tasha’s shoulder, pressing in close from behind. “Look, she’s blushing. Yeah, just like that. And she keeps looking down at your cock.”

“I’m not- It’s not- It’s right there,” Tasha mumbled.

“And it’s so hard,” Becks grinned wickedly, stepping into frame as well like she was the devil on Tasha’s other shoulder, except her bare tits were pressed to Tasha’s side.

“What did you think was going to happen, Kay?” Sabrina asked teasingly. “I saw you glaring at us from across the room at the bar. You couldn’t stand that Mister Boss brought me as his date, could you? I bet you wanted to try and make a move on him tonight.”

“Ooh, was that your plan?” Becks asked. “Gonna try and put a move on the top dog of the office, try and get him under your thumb? Except that wouldn’t ever have worked, because Mister Boss is always in charge.”

“Um,” Tasha whimpered.

“Is that true, Kay?” you asked softly, using a lower pitch for your ‘porn voice’ just like Sabrina and Becks were. You reached forward and gently stroked a couple of fingers down Tasha’s jawline, dragging the pad of your thumb over her slightly parted lips teasingly. “Did you think you were going to come here to seduce me?”

“It’s not- We shouldn’t-” Tasha stammered, then made a point of looking down at your cock and back up again several times, her chin, lips and jaw giving the movement since her eyes weren’t in frame.

“Let’s give the Nepo Slut a taste of what she was hoping for,” Becks grinned.

“Do you want us to feed you to Mister Boss, little slutty college grad?” Sabrina asked in a singsong way.

“I- Uh-” Tasha mumbled.

“Kay,” you said, more firmly, setting up the next moment carefully for the scene. “You have two choices. Either you leave now, and maybe we all forget this ever happened. That you followed us here, that you burst in on Miss Lusty and I during an intimate moment, that you leveled accusations and threats against us. Or, if you stay and you tell me ‘Yes, Sir,’ I’m going to show you exactly why Miss Lusty is thrilled to be my secretary, why Baby here practically begged to be my mistress, and why my Darling is perfectly happy sharing me with them. Now, are you planning on staying, Kay?”

Tasha licked her lips again, then swallowed hard, then panted out a breath through pursed lips. She was honestly killing it with her acting, even if the scene was a little silly.

“Yes, Sir,” she finally gasped.

“Good girl,” you said, stroking her lips with your thumb again.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing this then,” Becks said, taking hold of part of the chest of Tasha’s borrowed blouse just like Sabrina was, and then both girls pulled and the buttons went flying as the blouse ripped open, revealing Tasha’s bare tits spilling out as she sucked in a gasp of air, maximising the effect of those astoundingly perfect breasts for the camera.

“Oh, fuck, Sir,” Tasha moaned.

“Whose in charge, Kay?” Sabrina asked, using that singsong voice.

“Mister Boss is,” Tasha moaned in between her deep, panting breaths. “God is he in charge. Yes!”

You were drilling into Tasha in a sort of difficult position, having already gone through a couple of the more standard ones that you and Sabrina had already mastered the art of capturing in her particular style. Cowgirl had been a must with Tasha to show off her bouncy tits. Doggy had also been a staple, along with Tasha taking over the interrupted blowjob to start it all off, kneeling on the floor at your feet while Becks had been feeding her your cock.

And the entire time, Becks and Sabrina had both been talking dirty to her. Reinforcing the storyline for the audience, and slightly directing where they saw the story going next - that ‘Kay Ren,’ the fictional Vice President of ‘the Company,’ was going to be a feisty, bratty submissive.

To be honest, you didn’t see Tasha being able to keep up the whole ‘bratty’ thing, especially compared to Sabrina. The overall story still worked though.

You grunted though, both in pleasure and from effort, because of the strain on your legs. Tasha was upside-down, her shoulders and the back of her head on the floor and her lower back braced up on the edge of the couch seat, shoving her pussy and ass skyward and allowing you to drill down into her. Sabrina was getting a great set of shots, and Tasha’s tits looked fantastic. It even felt pretty damn amazing as you thrust into her over and over, her pussy extra tight since she was still wearing her buttplug from earlier, and quivering every time the head of your cock glided across the front of her cunt and her G-spot, or you used a thumb on her little clit.

It was just your legs that were giving out.

“Come here, you,” Becks muttered, getting the signal from Sabrina. She squatted down over Tasha’s face and started to ride it while leaning forward and licked Tasha’s clit before you pulled out and fed her your slippery cock. “Mmmg, mmm! You’re surprisingly tasty, Miss Ren. We might need to do this more often.” Becks slurped along your cock for a minute, letting Sabrina get a couple of different shots of the action, before tilting your cock down for you and inserting you back into Tash.

“Fuck,” you growled, almost falling forward and needing to brace on her shoulder. You had a cramp in your right thigh, but you were also reaching your peak all of a sudden.

“That’s it, Mister Boss,” Becks crooned. “Fill up her nasty little nepo-cunt. Show her what it feels like to finally earn a reward.” She leaned in, turning her head sideways, and sucked hard on Tasha’s clit.

“OH, Gawd!” Tasha mumbled, her body tensing under you and Becks as she went into a straining orgasm, her hips bucking.

“Ungh,” you exhaled as your own orgasm erupted, Sabrina catching every pulse as you drove your cock about halfway into Tasha and blasted her inside hard enough that you felt woozy. Six good pulses flushed out of you before that tired weight released and settled, and you had to suck in a breath as you stood up, pulling out of her so you could fall back onto the couch.

“Mmhmmhmm,” Becks hummed, grinning for the camera as she used her fingers to trace Tasha’s slick, swollen labia where a dribble of cum had already pulled back out of her with your cock’s exit. “Hope you were on birth control or Mister Boss and the Owner are gonna have some awkward conversations.”

“Aaaand scene,” Sabrina said, ending the recording.

“Can I- pant- get up please?” Tasha gasped.

“You can, but only if you want to go last for our real fun,” Becks said, shooting you a wicked look as she emphasised ‘real fun’ by tapping rhe buttplug in Tasha’s ass. “Otherwise, you can stay right where you are, get me off because I’m dripping after watching you two fuck, and Sabrina and I will get you all cleaned up.”

There wasn’t a verbal answer, but Becks’ smile slipped as she clearly started to receive some pleasure of her own.

“Nice job, baby,” Sabrina said, setting down the phone she’d been recording on and leaning over Tasha’s dangling leg to give you a kiss. “You guys looked hot as fuck. Great intro for Tasha.”

“Thanks,” you said breathlessly.

“Now move,” Sabrina grinned, gently patting your arm to urge you out of her way. You managed to extricate yourself from your position on the couch still in front of Tasha’s upturned and upside-down ass, and she took your place and flashed you a naughty grin that said ‘Just watch this!’ before she wedged her face alongside Becks and they both started eating out Tasha, slurping up her taste and yours.

You shook your head, a little dazed, and slowly stroked your cock. It hadn’t gone soft so much as just gone from steel to firm rubber, and you had a feeling it wasn’t going to take much watching at all to get you back into fighting shape.

Especially as Tasha started moaning, her whimpers muffled between Becks’ thighs but sending vibrations up into Becks, you started moaning in turn and grinding her hips down at Tasha’s mouth.

It wasn’t going to take them long either.

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