What if… My GF Didn’t Get Amnesia[M/F] Ch. 2

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*** ***Chris*** ***

Anna and I finally opted to start working from home, which gave Lanie a sense of relief because now she doesn’t have to go into the office and she could just stay home with her husband and girlfriend. She gave me a knowing wink, I think she knows that Anna and I have been, well, having intercourse. Regularly, I might add.

Anna is sweet and loving, tender, and very caring. She’s pretty open about how she cheated on her boyfriend of 2 years, but she’s been in therapy to figure out why she did what she did. According to her, it’s born from being neglected by both of her parents at an early age. The attention was something she craved and wanted.

Anna has pretty much been staying in my apartment and we both worked from home. She’s a bit kinky and frisky, and her sex drive rivals that of Isabella’s. She’s also not afraid to take risks, as she’s tried to get me to have sex with her whenever we’re out in public.

But what really takes the cake for me is when Lanie sent me an e-mail pertaining to a performance review.

“Performance review? I thought I already did one a couple of months ago.”

“I think it pertains to performance while working from home,” Anna added, “like some people are just slacking off because they’re home. I did mine a couple of days ago, I’m… satisfactory.”

“Satisfactory? That’s it?” I almost laughed and Anna puffed her cheeks, “Um, I-I think that’s as high as they’re going to go because you should always strive to be excellent.”

“Well, it’s complete bullshit because if I’m doing an excellent job, then tell me I’m doing an excellent job!”

We’ve started to get to know one another. She likes to cook Italian food mostly, Lasagna and Spaghetti being her favorite, and she’s honestly a big step up from my toxic ex. We’ve gone on a lot of dates, something I never got to do before with Isabella, and we’ve made a lot of good memories together.

I’ve put up a personal ad where I’m able to set up a networking service between one or several points, and within a few days, I’ve gotten my first client.

“Hello? This is Chris, yes?” the lady asks. She has a nice accent, Brazilian I think, and she has a nice silky voice, a bit on the raspy side but it’s easy to the ears though.

“Hi, yes, this is Chris. Who may I ask is calling?”

“Ah, my name is Raissa Oliveira and I need your expertise in something. Are you available to talk?”

Raissa Oliveira? Of the Oliveira Brazilian Steakhouse? That somewhat expensive all-you-can-eat meat buffet that’s been super popular? “Y-yes! Yes, I am! I’m available to talk!”

“Good.”

Raissa and I talked about the specifics, and I think this is something that I can do. I’m confident in my abilities so I took the job.

When Anna came home from grocery shopping, I told her the news.

“Um, R-R-Raissa Oliveira offered you a job? D-Did I hear that right?”

Is she scared? Of what? She’s such a strong girl that it’s hard to believe she could be afraid of something.

“Yes! My first freelancing job!”

“Babe, there’s something I need to tell you about her. The guy, my last boyfriend Salazar. He was Raissa’s husband. I basically broke their home! Oh shit! What if she knows where I work? What if she finds out! Oh god, what am I going to do!?”

She started to cry as she sat down on the couch. “I… I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think I’d come face to face with Raissa again! It’s been a year since we last met and I can’t face her! What’s worse is that she and my ex-boyfriend, the one before Salazar, got together.”

I sat down next to her and hugged her. “Th-That’s in the past now, okay? Are you going to be afraid of her your entire life? Don’t let her have a hold on you, okay?”

She nodded as she sucked in her lip, giving me a strained smile as she went over and started putting away the groceries.

“Do you want me to cancel the job? I can do that,” I offered but she shook her head.

“No, don’t let my feelings get in the way. I’m fine, I can manage this.”

***

So I did the job. Raissa is an extremely attractive lady with a nice body and a very alluring voice. She stood by and watched me work, asking little bits of information about me, but I kept it strictly professional with her. I know her type: Strong, dominating, and very proactive. I also know her real type: Vindictive and hungry for power, but in her case, she’s hungry for success.

The week ended with fanfare and I was glad to be done with her and the job. Her questions started to go towards the more personal side, which I answered with open-ended ones. She mentioned that she mainly stays in her flagship restaurant, her HQ as I would call it, but she did give me a voucher for a free dinner with a +1 attached to it. The agreed-upon payment came after, $3500, and I made sure to take Anna out so she can be calmer about it.

A week after I was done with the job, Lanie sent me an e-mail pertaining to the performance review. The next day, I sat down on my desk, in my best blazer and shirt and my comfiest underwear. Lanie came into the video conference with… her tank top and messy hair.

“What the – boss! Why are you… that’s so unprofessional!” I whined at her and she looked me up and chuckled a bit.

“Chris, we’re at home ok? I already get flak from Haruna about taking her bra I don’t need some from you. Now, performance review blah blah blah.”

Is she really doing it like this? I like Lanie as a person. She’s fun and very imaginative and evocative of her personal life, but she’s also extremely intelligent and she knows how to do her job properly. I also know she’s married but in a somewhat pseudo-polygamy relationship. Her husband, David, has a live-in girlfriend, Haruna, and the three of them are practically married together, but on paper, she’s a friend. Whatever works for her I guess.

I felt my desk jolt a little bit and when I glanced down I saw a shock of strawberry blonde hair sticking up. Anna has crawled herself under my desk and has her hands spread on my thighs.

“Chris, focus. I understand that you have a freelance job, but I also see that it really hasn’t affected your performance. I commend you for that, but don’t let it slip up,” Lanie continued, “how’s Anna doing, by the way?”

Anna has started rubbing my cock through my underwear, slipping a hand from my leg-sleeve and gently pinching and kneading my cockhead. She has a wide smile on her face like she’s studying my face as I struggle to keep myself decent.

“She’s – *uhh, mmm* – she’s good. She’s doing well.”

“Good. I hope she’s got her hands full with work. I’ve filed your paperwork in HR telling them about your relationship with her. Initially, they wanted to send Anna to a different department, but I implored them to keep her in my department. As long as you two work well together, and your job doesn’t suffer then HR won’t stick their nose into this, you understand?”

I nodded, but my face twitched a little bit due to Anna taking my cock out and she started gently sucking on my dick. “Y-yes, boss, I u-understand.”

“Good! Now let’s continue. Attendance-wise, I see that you have perfect attendance. That’s great, but before that your attendance was… less than ideal. Would you mind if I ask what happened?”

By this time, Anna has started playing with my balls and her blowjob has gotten more vehement. She tries to shove in my entire length in her mouth, but she couldn’t. I think she sees it as a personal challenge that she wants to overcome.

“Um… L-Let’s just say that my previous living arrangement was… toxic.” She took that with a nod and a deep sigh.

“Well, I’m glad you’re out of that situation.”

I straightened myself up and adjusted my blazer, but then I decided to remove it. Lanie raised an eyebrow at that then she gently smiled. “How are you liking your situation?” She asked as her chin dropped to her hand.

“My situation?” I echoed, “what situation?”

“Working from home? I mean, I love it personally. I wake up to my loving husband’s food, send my kid to school, and work until about 1 PM. Then I…,” she smiled widely and looked away, a bit embarrassed, “I *work* some more, if you get my meaning. So, how do you like it?”

“I – *ugh* – I love it, Lanie,” I answered with an uneasy smile as Anna has managed to get most of my dick into her throat. I look down at her face, mascara messed up and running and tears down her cheeks, leaving behind a messy black trail. Her eyes are red and her cheeks are flushed, but her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She moaned while she retracted herself, leaving behind a film of her spit on my cock. She went back in again and I enjoyed the tight suction that she’s putting around my cock

“Wonderful! Now, I don’t think there’s anything else I need to discuss with you, but next month we’re going to have another meeting. Until then, enjoy yourself!” she gave me a knowing smile and a wink as she logged off the conference. Then I get a text message from her.

*Tell Anna that she needs to not be so loud with her blowjob. I could hear her 🤣👍👌.*

I shook my head as I looked down at her messy, beautiful face. “You’re such a naughty girl!”

She giggled as she rose from below my desk, sitting on my lap with her legs wide and resting on the padded armrest. My cock throbbed and drummed against her creamy thigh. She planned this, she really did because she’s not wearing any underwear and she has one of those schoolgirl plaid skirts on with a white tank top. Her creamy skin complemented her outfit really well too, and if her breasts weren’t so nice and plump she can pass off for a teenager.

“I almost got it down,” she said proudly as she rubbed the head of my cock, “almost.”

I leaned over and gave her chest a kiss, each nipple and areola receiving one from me through her tank top. She gasped as she looked down at me with her stained face. “Daddy likes?” she cooed as she flicked her tongue against mine,

“*Mmm*, Daddy really likes,” I answered as my lips came off her tit.

“D-Daddy. My pussy really wants it, daddy. C-can I have it? Can I please have it? Pretty please?”

She pouts her lip and flicks her eyes at me and I grabbed her ass and slowly assist her up. She points my cock up and she spreads her pussy lips a bit. She lowers herself onto my head, spreading her insides apart. “*Mmmmmm ohhh* god that’s good! I love it when you penetrate me.”

And her tightness when my cock slides into her feels utterly amazing. She laughed when she tried to come up, finding it rather difficult. “I may have gotten too eager in trying this,” she said with a smile as she brushed her hair back. I pushed us over, thanking god that my chair has wheels until we reached my bed and I carried her over and plopped her down on her back. I placed myself in between her legs, lined myself up, and pushed it home. “*Oooh* Fuck! The way you spread my walls is just… so fucking good!”

I lifted her skirt up just a bit so I can watch as my shaft enter her, and her lips hugged me tightly as I pull back. Anna’s pussy is something anyone can be addicted to, and here I am wondering why someone like Salazar decided to cheat on her. Perhaps he gets off on betrayal, and I feel sorry for the poor soul who latches onto him.

*** ***Anna*** ***

His cocks love my pussy, and my pussy loves his cock. He plants his arm down next to my chest while his hips worked its magic. His throbbing cock against my walls gave me waves of pleasure that I haven’t felt yet, and every time it glides into my pussy, his thick head would continually press my buttons.

“Fuck my pussy, daddy. Fuck it hard and fast,” I begged and his thrusts into me continually bumped my pleasure centers. My fucking locks opened and the maddening pleasure he’s giving me overwhelmed my brain. I clawed at his back, softly thanking god I clipped my nails a few days back, and I gently bit the muscles on his shoulders as my orgasms started to take effect.

But he didn’t stop. He has the habit of fucking me while I’m orgasming, and frankly, I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep fucking me. I want him to keep violating my body. I want his cock to keep drilling into me, and I want his mouth to keep kissing me.

I gave a shaky purr as his cock left the confines of my slit, and he went and laid on his back where I gravitated towards his crotch. I sucked him off, sucked the slimy juice coating his shaft and head, and savored its slightly sour taste. I laid perpendicularly to him, which allowed his hands to reach down and play with my tit while his other hand laid on the back of my head. Then, I guess he got slightly bored, he slapped my ass over and I swung it over his head. He pulled my ass up to his face, and he started lapping up my sopping, wet pussy.

Meanwhile, I’m playing with his massive erection. I take up his large glans in my mouth slowly, licking it up all over while gently suckling it and slurping up whatever fluid builds around it. His scent fills my nostril, and I feel myself lose to the pleasures his giving me. I can feel his tongue enter my pussy, flicking and writhing inside me while his fingers tease my asshole.

My left hand has started kneading his balls playfully, making sure I don’t cause any harm to him but I did apply a bit of pressure on his ball. I pressed his cock against his belly as I lick him up from the tip to his root, and when I got there I took up a ball in my mouth and sucked it, making my tongue play with it while it sits inside my warm mouth. When I finally release it, I did the same thing for his other ball. Afterward, I pursed my lip as I drag it up towards the head again, then I engulfed it with my tightening mouth.

“F-Fuck! Anna, I’m coming!” he grunts and I tightened my lip around him to seal in his coming flood. His cock twitched, the muscle gave a short spasm, and then I felt that huge throb as a gush of his warm, gooey goodness invaded my mouth causing my eyes to widen as I accepted it. Oh, he tastes so good! His pure cum taste so good! He threw rope after rope of delicious semen into my mouth, and I swallowed up each mouthful. But then he filled my mouth up, and I have to swallow but I couldn’t swallow him fast enough until my cheeks became full with his cum. I swallowed again, for the third time, and he threw a few more spurts of yummy cum inside my mouth. My god, he can put out so much cum. I mean, I knew that when we first had sex but I’m still surprised with exactly how much cum he can put out.

I love it. I fucking love swallowing such an obscene amount of his seed. I think… I think it takes about three days for men to have a full load of their yummy yogurt bursting in their balls, so I think we’ll do that. I’ll see if I can hold back for three days.

My mouth went down his length and when I retracted I made sure to keep the seal nice and strong on the way up, so I can suck up every bit of his cum hiding in his urethra. I licked my lips as I cleaned up the little bit of cum that escaped on the edge of my lips, scooping it into my hungry mouth as I swallowed for the fourth time.

“Thanks for the food, Daddy,” I purred as I licked my fingers. He gave my ass a nice, firm slap as I find his cock is still hard and twitching. “Oh, what’s this? Once isn’t enough?” I said in shock.

My previous experience with men has left me with prior knowledge that they could only cum once per intercourse. Salazar only came once for me, and then he was done for at least a couple of hours. But now, Chris is still ready to go as he pushed me forward while he got to his knees. He pressed his cock against my pussy, slapping it against my slit, and then he slides it in.

“Fuck, I love that tight pussy,” he groaned as he entered me, and I love his big fucking fuck stick!

*** ***Chris*** ***

There’s something about how Anna presents herself sexually. Maybe it’s how she usually dresses, a bit on the innocent side and wearing slacks and blouses and she doesn’t really flaunt her body. But when sex comes on the table, she is a ravenous she-wolf who cannot be denied. I mean, Isabella dressed the same way she does but her build and height didn’t lend herself well towards the “innocent” look.

Anna is the complete opposite of Bella. She’s a foot and an inch shorter, lighter, has smaller breasts (but still a nice size), and has creamy, white skin. She is, in my eyes, a perfect match for me.

“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me! Fuck my bitch pussy, treat me like the slut that I am!”

God damn. That’s the other thing. Anna is very vocal and she talks very dirty, while Isabella was quiet but intense.

With every thrust I give her she gave a short yelp and a moan, and then she hissed and purred and hummed. The melody she’s giving me played nicely against my ears. “*Ooooh* baby, keep doing that. Keep fucking my pussy, please. It wants you, it really wants you.”

I gave her ass another firm slap that echoed in my apartment and she yelped playfully. Her pale ass glowed red against me as I rubbed it gently. I grabbed her hip as I started thrusting into her quickly, bringing her into another orgasmic scream as she reached for me in futile. She grits her teeth, grabbed and held onto the sheets as her thick thigh and ass shake. She held her breath and when she finally released it into a moan she begged for me again.

“Please, please cum inside me! Please shower my insides with your lovely fuck syrup! Give it to me, daddy! Give it to me, please!”

As a gentleman and a scholar, who am I to deny a lady? But I’m also this girl’s fuck daddy, according to her at least.

I grabbed her tits and brought her up. She arched her back while my other hand went down and caressed her stomach. She reached over to grab the back of my head. My mouth is right against her ear, and I guess I’ll try out some dirty talks that I’ve researched.

“You want my fucking cum you dirty little slut?” I started and she nodded and moaned, “you want me to empty my balls in your breeding pit? Is that what you want?”

“Yes, daddy, give me your yummy cum! Pour it all inside me, please!”

“But have you been a good girl?”

She nodded again and moaned as she started gyrating her ass against my pelvis. “I’ve been a good girl, Daddy. I’ve been a really good girl!”

“Take it then! Take it in your whore pussy!”

I slammed my hips into her plump ass and unloaded another load deep into her pussy. She clamped down around me and I could feel her walls spasm and contract as I drew out and pumped another strong shot into her. She gasped and moaned as I squeeze and pinch a nipple while my other hand rubbed her clit.

“Fucking…. fuck fuck fuck!” she screamed as her hands grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Fuck, me daddy! Fill me up! Fill me up with your cum!”

I kept thrusting into her and pouring more and more of my soul leeching life seed. My mouth dried up as I continued, and when I let her go she fell face-first into a smiling, twitching mess. I shimmied over, scooped her up by her cheeks, and placed my slimy, cum-coated fuck stick into her mouth where she greedily cleaned me up.

“I’m… I’m so fucking thirsty,” I gasped as I made my way over to the kitchen.

“Thank you, daddy,” I can hear her say softly behind me.

***

The next day, I received a voice message from Raissa.

“Ah, Chris! It is a shame I could not talk to you. Anyway, I would love it if you could attend a party I am throwing. It is in celebration of your hard work! Next week, Saturday at 9 PM, you know where it is.”

I don’t know how to proceed with this. While it would be a shame to miss this event, and of course it would be somewhat rude to turn it down, I don’t know how Anna would feel about this situation.

~End of Ch. 2~

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