Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F/F] Part 49

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=== Alana ===

I’m getting ready for work and when I went over to fetch my keys there is a little brown paper bag waited for me. I looked inside and I could smell food.

“Toasted English muffin, scrambled eggs, bacon and cheese,” came a voice behind me, “and I got you some coffee right here.”

Chris walked up to me, takes me by the waist and kissed me. Hungrily, like he hadn’t seen me in months!

“Whoa, cowboy, what was that? Keep doing that and I’ll be late,” I said with surprise, taking my coffee away.

“Mmm, well, I just like seeing you in scrubs,” he coyly said as he lifts me up and settled me against his hip. God damn, I can already feel his cock hardening through his boxers, and I really want to right now.

“Save it for later dummy,” I giggled as he kissed me again, “I… I’m gonna be late. If you wanted to fuck, I could’ve woken up earlier you know.”

“I couldn’t do that to you,” he said as he kissed my chin and my neck, “you needed your beauty rest.”

I gave his cheeks a tap, kissed him again and hopped off from him. Fuck, I really want one right now!

===

Work dragged on so slow! All of my patients are mostly independent, and they wanted nothing! What the hell! While my other coworkers are running around and answering call lights, I’m just passing out my patient’s routine medicine with no hassle.

But she’s here. Amber. Fucking Amber, god fucking damn it! It’s really hard to act professionally with her, especially now, because she’s been asking about Chris and his massive cock!

“How does it feel when he fucks you? How long does he last, and can he go all night? How does his cum taste? Do you let him cum inside?”

I want to tell her to shut the fuck up! I want to strangle her!

“Amber, let’s talk about something else. How was Richard?”

“Oh him? He’s such a creep,” she groaned with a sour look on her face, “ever since him and Chloe went Splitsville he’s been such a bitch. All he wants to talk about is how he misses her and shit, like fucking get over her Jesus Christ.”

“You don’t say,” I answered flatly. I knew about Richard and Chloe, how he was basically boning her while he was married, and Chloe was with that MMA fighter that Chris is friends with. But then Chloe found herself another boyfriend and wanted to be exclusive with him while Richard got divorced.

Suddenly, the phone rings and since I would rather answer it than talk to this insufferable whore, I gladly picked it up. “Good morning, Cure-Reign 4-Alpha how can I help you?”

“Hi, this is security. There is a gentleman here named Chris Patterson and he wants to see an Alana Gonzales in 4A? Can we let him up?”

My eyes widen. I screamed in my head! “Yes! Yes, of course!”

“Alright then,” said the guard as he hung the phone up. My heart is beating really loud and really hard in my chest and thank God Amber is gone because that bitch is regularly snoopy.

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, looking at my watch and even the one on the wall. It’s almost lunchtime, anyway so I can probably take my 30-minute break if I need to.

Chris comes walking around the corner, all smiles and looking around the unit.

“Nice place,” he said with a sigh, “are you on desk duty?”

“Chris, stop,” I giggled, “No, my patients are fine and they’re probably eating. What brings you by?”

“Oh, I just wanted to have lunch with you,” he softly said as he drummed his finger on the desk, “I missed the, erm, hospital food around here.”

I laughed. Cure-Reign is known not only for our excellent scores, but our food is apparently very good. The company spends a lot of money on hiring the best people to keep their patients happy, and as a result almost all the staff receives a pretty generous pay. Even the janitors make more money than those working in other hospitals.

Our morning encounter hasn’t left my mind, though. That feeling of lust stayed with me, even up to this moment, and unlike Amber, I didn’t let it cloud my moral judgement. I called up the charge nurse, let her know I’m taking my 30 since all of my patients are nice and quiet, and we went off towards the cafeteria. I set an alarm for thirty minutes and promptly clocked out.

We didn’t even make it past the double door until I pulled him into the empty restroom

I clawed at him hungrily, taking his lips into mine as I climbed up to him and he carried me. “Fuck, I feel like a damn whore right now, but I fucking want this.”

“We’re at your work, babe!” He softly yelled, “won’t you get fired for this!?”

“I’m off the clock, so I can do whatever the fuck I want!”

Having said that our lips went for each other again. I haven’t been fucked in a couple of days, well except Rox and my nightly fun together, but sex with a man is completely different than sex with another woman. God, I want his cock, I want it!

“Pants off,” I told him as he set me down on my feet. He started working on his belt, but I slapped his hands away and I basically just tugged his jeans straight down. Next came his boxer briefs off, and his cock is so nice and big that it bumped onto my breast first and I had to lean back a bit for it to bop my chin.

“Looks like you want this too,” I purred as I wrap my hand around his shaft. I spat a blob at it then spread it around within my hands, “looks like you really wanted it, and your balls are so big too! Izz did mention you took a Fireman Special for your date with her.”

I pursed my lips in a tight circle, kissing the head as I force it through my slowly widening lips. He gasped as his head finally breached into my warm mouth. “Shit, babe, you’re getting really good at giving blowjobs!”

“You think so? I never gave Anthony any, so you were really the first dick I gave a blowjob to,” I giggled as I jerked him, “Mmmm, even though he took my virginity, I never wanted his dick anywhere near my mouth. He wanted me to, but ugh…”

“My girls always feels like a virgin,” he said as he rubbed my cheeks, “every time.”

I know he’s trying to be cute with me, or rather to make me feel better for not giving him my virginity, but I don’t think he understands how special a girl’s first time is. I don’t think a first time, for a guy, its not as special, or at least I think it’s not as special, I didn’t think it mattered much to me at first. I was glad to give Anthony my first, but as time went on and he started acting more and more like an entitled dick, well I regret it since. I regret it more, now, since Chris is in my life and has shown me what a true man can do, how he can be loving and nurturing but at the same time not a total dick about it. I do wish that Chris can be a bit sarcastic, or rude sometimes, just to give his personality a nice peppery finish, but often times I just enjoy how he is.

I dragged my mouth down as far as it can go, shaking and forcing myself down but I just can’t get him all the way down my throat. I unsheathe myself from him, swallowing and slurping up the saliva that stained his cock while gliding my hands up and down his shaft.

I pushed him over to sit on the toilet and I took my scrub off and hooked it over by the door. I took my bra off and my undershirt and he pulled me in over his cock where I guided it underneath my little slit.

“I-I only have-” I looked at my watch, “27 minutes. I need you to cum, alright? Right here, right in my mouth, understand?” I opened my mouth and pointed right at it for him.

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” he snarked as he takes a tit into his mouth and sucked hard, “but I’ll make you cum before then.”

“Son of a bitch,” I laughed as I tore him off my tit from him and planted another kiss on him, “you’re a real fucking prince, you know that?”

I slowly felt his for his head right where my entrance is, then I slowly gobbled him up. I strained and groaned as I felt his head disappear into me, then giving off a relieved sigh as it went in, finally. “Oooh, I’ll-I’ll never get used to that,” I purred as I felt my pussy clamp down around his shaft, “it never gets dull, always a fucking ride with your big dick.”

I started sliding myself up and down, slowly at first just so my pussy widens up enough for him. I grabbed the metal rail to hold myself steady, while his lips went and latched onto one of my areolas and his hands cupped my ass.

“Your ass is so fat,” he said, “god it’s so nice and juicy.”

“S-Shut up,” I moaned while I rode him, “J-Just cum already, I got about 15 minutes left!”

“15 minutes? Baby, you’ll need the entire 30 if you want me to cum.”

Fuck! I thought since he’s more sensitive now he’ll just blow a load in 10 minutes or so, and then 15 minutes of making out. But now, well that plan is out the window!

“I’ll just make you cum, baby,” he said softly, then pinched my nipples with his teeth while licking it with his tongue. The combination of his cock just grinding my insides, the fact that we’re fucking while I’m at work, and his twisting and pinching of my nipples has honestly gotten me in a higher state of arousal, and now I can understand why that bitch Amber does what she does.

Oh god, I hope I don’t get addicted to this. I’ll be switching back over to night shift soon and I don’t want to ask him to come over just to fuck me. Jesus Christ, why did I let this happen. Wait, I wanted this to happen. I was too horny to care about what doing this at work might awaken in me.

His hips started raising up to meet me, driving his cook even deeper into me until he’s all the way in. I haven’t had him this deep before, and it really started messing with my head. The amount of pleasure I derived from it, it’s intoxicating. I grit my teeth and covered my mouth because I didn’t want to moan too loud, but a few did escape my lips.

“Daddy, daddy fuck me please, fuck me harder, fuck me faster,” I whispered into his ears seductively, “I want you to cum, I want you to cum so bad, please cum for me daddy.”

“K-Keep talking like that and I just might… hoh, ah shit!”

I quickly got on my knees and opened my mouth for him and let my tongue out. He shoved the head in and I hugged it tightly with my lips as a torrent of cum entered my mouth, bathing my tonsils and throat with his yummy decadence. Shit, I forgot he took a pill a couple of days ago, and that shit stays in his system! I swallowed and swallowed after every mouthful, five or six mouthfuls and he still came more! I can’t let any get on my face or else that bitch will know.

Finally, he relented as he fell back on the toilet, his breath trying to catch up. “Holy shit, ugh that was… fantastic,” he gasped as he wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead. I gave his cock a few more slurps, gulped up another mouthful that was left in his tubes, gave it another kiss and put on my scrubs.

“I told you I’ll make you cum,” I smiled at him, “I want some more when I get back home, make sure you lock the door behind me.” I looked at my watch and I almost got to 30 minutes. It took me 29 minutes to make him blow his load, and that’s with some dirty talking that gets him a bit more aroused.

I walked out but not before his hand clapped my ass, making me yelp. “Careful, or I might go for round two babe.”

===

As soon as I rounded the corner, that bitch Amber is waiting for me, leaning against the wall with a sly smile stretching across her stupidly beautiful face. “It’s fun, isn’t it? The thrill of getting caught mid fuck,” she started with a chuckle as she walked beside me, “how’s the leg?”

“Like fucking jelly,” I told her. I am having some difficulty walking, but it would’ve been worse if I’ve gotten a body shattering orgasm. Luckily, it’s only a few smaller ones, and a slightly bigger orgasm but it felt so good and naughty.

“Oh, you missed some,” she gave a hoot as she dragged her finger against the edge of my lip. I watched as she looked at it, then her eyes met mine as she stuck it in her mouth and sensually licked and sucked her digit. “Mmmm, oh shit. He tastes so good! Wow, oh my god!”

I hurriedly grabbed my phone and placed it on photo mode with the camera pointing at me, looking for stray cum that I missed. There’s a couple, but this bitch’s finger is quick as she gathered it before I could. “Oh my, he tastes *really* good.”

There was a mirror right there! Alana, you stupid idiot!

She knows where we live. She knows his number! Oh god, what have I done!? I can’t really do anything because she knows I just had sex at work, but I need to keep her away from Chris! This bitch is relentless in her pursuit of carnal pleasures, and I know Izz would not appreciate our sanctuary being breached. For now, I’ll have to warn the others and Chris and hopefully she won’t make a pass at him.

===

Too late.

I’m usually the last one to get home, and as soon as I did Izz is on a rampage.

“Who the fuck is she? Who the fuck is this Amber!?”

Izz immediately came up to me and I had to hold my hands up just so she didn’t run me over. “Hold up, bitch, let me take my damn shoes off, shit!”

“Alana, who the fuck is she? I’m serious, she already sent a nude to Chris!”

“She did what!? Oh, she could get fired for that! She’s not supposed to take your information without your consent!”

Chris sighed as he looked at his phone and tossed it against the sofa, then it chimed, “that’s her again, probably asking to meet up. Alana, can you talk to her please? I’m not in the mood for her bullshit.”

He gave me his phone and I looked at his message from her and sure enough, she’d been sending him nudes all the way from around the time she found us out. She’s talking about how she’s good at keeping secrets and how I’ll never find out if they have some fun time. God, she’s such a slut!”

I looked at Izz, still fuming with anger. “Izz, I hope you’re not thinking of taking her in as another one of his girlfriends,” I said in all seriousness, because this is pretty much how Chris got us as his girlfriend. We wanted to fuck him and Izz pretty much accepted us into the relationship.

“No, no that ship is long gone. No more girlfriends, four is enough. Set her straight, or I will and by god she will not like it if I have to do it.”

Immediately I called up Amber. “Hey Alana, feeling lonely?” she said in such a sensual voice, “or is your boyfriend not giving you enough attention.”

“Look, leave him alone Amber. I’m serious, alright, leave him alone.”

“Oh, he tattled on me, did he? God, he must be a keeper. Let me have a taste and I’ll leave him alone, promise,” came her awful words. I hate her, but I don’t want her fired.

“No, you don’t understand. Just… just leave him alone, it’s for your own good,” I tried to explain but I felt like she’s not going to get it, “we’re… we’re in a poly relationship, alright, and the head bitch is not happy you’re sending him nudes.”

“Oh, shit, I didn’t know you’re such a kinky minx! A poly relationship, then you wouldn’t mind letting me have some fun with him, right?”

“Oh, I would mind, and Chris doesn’t want any part of you anyway. Just leave him alone and forget about him!”

“Well hold on, that’s not fair. How could he not want any part of me when he doesn’t even know me! Unless… unless you told him about me! Oh, you saucy bitch, Alana!”

She playfully gasped, “so now, you’re spreading rumors about me? That’s really mean of you, Alana. Really, really mean.”

“Bitch, it’s not just me. Victor and Corey knows, and so does Dr. Emily! Just stay away from Chris, end of discussion.”

I finished the conversation and blocked her from my and Chris’ phone. “That should get her to stop, for fuck’s sake that bitch really needs therapy or something.”

Izz just looked at me, fiercely. “How did she find out about him?” she asks as her foot tapped impatiently on the floor. I would have taken her more threateningly if she wasn’t wearing such a skimpy outfit. She wore that skimpy little plaid skirt, a white thigh high sock with red stripes, a white, short sleeve blouse and glasses. My guess is she fully intended on getting some sexy time with Chris when he got home only to come upon the Amber situation.

“Well, we went to get him checked out at the nearest clinic the hospital runs, and she just so happens to be the nurse that worked there.”

“So, you mean to tell me that not only has she seen his cock, but she’s touched it?” She said as she advanced towards me.

“Pretty much,” I said with a shrug.

“Alana, something else happened. She already knew about his dick for weeks now and nothing happened, but the day Chris went over and visited you for lunch, that’s when she’s sending him nudes and shit.”

I’m an entire foot and an inch shorter than her, but I’m not threatened by her. I’ve known her for a very, very long time so I know what she’s capable of and physically hurting me is not one of them. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried then and there. Thankfully, Chris came over and took her by the hand.

“Babe, let’s calm down alright. Let Alana settle in before we do this, she’s still in her scrubs for fucks sake!”

I think Izz finally snapped out of it because the moment he said that her face softened up, like she just realized it’s me she’s talking to and not some other random person. “I-I’m sorry, love, I’m… you don’t need this after you get home from work.” She bent over slightly and gave me an embrace, then kissed me by the cheeks as she walked over towards the couch and sat, then she rests her head against her palm.

I got to my room and dressed myself in some basic shorts and tank top, then I went over and sat next to Izz. I brought her closer to me and laid her head down on my lap. “You alright, love?” I asked and she just groaned at me.

“Chris and I fought last night,” she said with a short sniffle. Chris has gone out with Lex and Rox to get some food for us, and Izz decided to stay behind. “You remember how I get when we used to go clubbing, right? Well, Chris took me to the club yesterday and it happened.”

“Oh, you went into that trance where you’re so into the music that you didn’t even know people were basically groping you. Yeah, I can imagine what happened. That’s why I was always near you when we danced, so I can shoo away all the pests.”

“He got angry with me. I was so scared he’d break up with me yesterday,” she cried out, “I was so scared, Alana. But eventually he understood, you know, but now he said that if we ever go clubbing again, he’d have to bring everyone along.”

“Oh god no, my clubbing days are over, Izz,” I groaned as I rolled my eyes, “I only really went out with you just to see you wear those skimpy little clothes you used to wear, but now I see you in it on a daily basis.” I laughed as she got up to look me square in the eye, and then smiled at me as she went back down to lay on my lap.

“How did our life ended up where it is now?” she asked, “I’m happy, but it took me getting amnesia for my life to finally become like this, you know? I often wonder what would have happened if I didn’t lose my memory.”

“Well, from what y’all have said, Chris was ready to break up with you that night. So, you two probably would have broken up.”

She gave a deep sigh, “probably,” she replied, “and I don’t think I could have seen exactly how badly I treated him, too. Sometimes I stay awake just thinking about the what ifs, you know.”

“Izz, you don’t need to worry about stupid shit like that. I know you don’t technically work, but what do you do all day?”

“Oh, just watch some videos, go to that stupid cooking class, which you two PROMISED you’ll go to with me by the way, and I draw and sketch in my sketch pad. I would like to start painting again, so I’ll probably go and buy some canvas and paint tomorrow.”

I gently stroked her hair, noticing that she’s letting it grow long again. “Yeah, you should do some painting babe. Hang it up on the wall!”

“I should, shouldn’t I?” she agreed, “we need some color in the house!”

===

Izz and Chris finally retreated into their room, no doubt for a nightly bang. I would’ve loved to have some fun with him too, but I know the pecking order.

I sat in my room with a hot cup of tea to help me relax, letting its warmth flow within me, relieving me of stress. I read some books in an effort to keep me entertained, but then I hear a knock on my door.

Chris’ head pops in, “hey are you off tomorrow?” he asks, and I nodded, “alright, we’re going on a date.”

“O-Okay.”

A date? A proper date? Oh no, I don’t know what to wear! By the time I realized it, that bastard disappeared behind the wall and scampered off back in his room! The stress the tea removed from me came back, stronger than ever!

I looked through my closet and my drawers and the only thing I can come up with is a long sleeve crop top and some leggings. Oh god, I hope we don’t go anywhere fancy!

===

The first thing we did was dinner. He took me to my favorite taco stand; I didn’t even know he knew about it! This place is a hole in the wall, it doesn’t do any sort of advertisement, just word of mouth on how good it is. I haven’t been here in months, before this whole thing started really. It’s a simple food truck and they always set up near a park where the old apartment is, and they’re really not eye catching or anything. The smell is what you look for because it just spreads across the area.

“How’d you know?” I asked him as we sat on the wooden bench. He just smiled at me and showed me a text message chain he has with my dad. From the log I also learned that he has a somewhat good relationship with my dad, they even share memes together! What the hell does my father know about memes!?

“He’s a cool guy,” he said as he locked his screen and slipped it into his pocket, “honestly he’s a way cooler guy than my dad.”

“What’s wrong with Bill?” I asked as I snuck in closer to him. It’s March right now but the wind still bites with cool.

“Nothing, but he’s a bit of a pushover. Mom is really the head of the family, but it also meant she became closer to her kids while my dad basically just worked all day.”

“Maeve is a really cool chick,” I said as I felt his arms wrap around me.

“Why’d you wear something like this anyway? It’s so cold out,” he laughed as he began taking off his jacket. He wrapped it around my shoulders and squeezed me in tightly against him.

“I don’t know, I didn’t know where we’re going, dummy!”

The food finally came in a little green basket. What makes this place really special for me is because they’re the only place, as far as I know, that serves Taco Birria. This particular taco is wet. Like soaking wet. The meat is from a beef stew so it’s really nice and juicy, and it’s accompanied by the usual cilantro and red onions topping. But then they serve it with the consommé, the stewing liquid of the beef!

I rubbed my hand as I prepare myself. I took the taco and dipped it into the liquid, then dug right in. Oh god, it’s so fucking good! The richness of the beef and the broth, the bite of the onion and the freshness of the cilantro! Oh, God I need to learn how to make this. I took another bite of it and chewed it slowly, making sure to savor every bite.

But then I noticed he hasn’t eaten his yet. He’s just watching me, looking at me while I fucking eat! “Why are you – eat your fucking food!” I whined at him, “don’t just watch me eat, Jesus Christ man!”

“Why not, you looked really cute when you bit into the taco. Is it that good?” he smiled at me.

“Well how about you take a bite then and find out, jeez!”

He took a bite after dipping the taco into the consommé. He chewed it, nodded a couple of times and then swallowed. “It’s alright,” was all he said.

“Wh-What!? It’s ‘alright’, what the… what!?” came my shocked response.

“Yours is a better taco,” he said as he took another bite, “it’s good, don’t get me wrong, but I prefer yours.”

“Y-You sly motherfucker. You just want to get laid tonight,” I said as I dug my elbow into his sides. He laughed as he reeled but then gave me a kiss.

“No, I’m serious. I really do prefer your tacos.”

Then he slid his hand between my thighs, and I instantly knew what he meant. “You motherfucker,” I cackled while I dug my elbow into his side again. He laughed as he took another bite of his food.

After the taco stand, he took me dancing. More specifically, rumba. There’s a Latin bar that most Latinos would go to, and it has a really large dancing area. Of course, I had to teach his ass how to dance, he has no idea how to anyway. I placed his right hand on my hip and held his left hand in my own. We danced slowly, letting each other get used to the groove of the music, and eventually he was able to get into the rhythm.

I guess it’s because we’re so close together. I guess it’s because his breath is so close to me. But as we danced, I absentmindedly grind myself against his leg softly. Eventually, I had to excuse myself from him as I walk back to our table.

“What’s wrong? Am I that bad?” he asked as he followed me. I waved my hand at him as I took a sip of my water.

“No, no, it’s not you. It’s me. This damn dance is getting me… aroused. I wanna fuck, like right now, holy shit. This is one of the reasons why I don’t go to this bar anymore. When I dance, it just gets me fired up.”

“We’re not even done with the dance yet,” he said but he could tell I wasn’t joking. He took my hand as we walked out of the bar and into his car. I couldn’t help myself as I threw myself onto him, lips and all, as my hand snaked its way down his pants to find its prey. “How far away is the house?” I asked breathlessly.

“Twenty minutes,” he gasped as my finger wrapped around his hardening dick.

“T-Too far, I want to fuck right now,” I gasped as I climbed onto him, “oooh, you shouldn’t have taken me dancing. Oh god, I want your dick inside me now.”

“What is with you and Bella and your weird reactions to dancing? She goes into a trance and your already high sex drive goes into overdrive. Will Alexa and Roxxy react the same way?”

“Shut up and take your dick out. I can suck it while you drive us home, and no fucking potholes or I’m biting you!”

Thankfully we took my car out tonight, because if it was his Civic then road head wouldn’t work on account of his manual transmission. He unbuttoned his pants and took his tool out for me to marvel and gaze at.

“I’ll never get tired of looking at it,” I said as I looked up at him, “oh god, you’re already dripping too!” I sucked up the globules of clear liquid coming from his slit, letting it sit in my mouth of a hot minute. “Nice and sweet,” I said to him as he rubbed the back of my head, “pay attention to the road now, you wouldn’t want an embarrassing headline, would you?”

“Well, that’s kind of ominous, don’t you think?” he said, and I just moaned as my lips wrapped around the head.

“Shut up and drive,” I told him as I bit the head softly, prompting him to yelp.

He rubbed and gently pushed my head down against his cock while my throat started to get used to him again. I took him down as deep as I can without gagging, and I went further down just so I can train my gag reflex again. The car rocked and swayed but I kept true to my duty, he even slammed the break once, but I managed to stay on him.

“S-Slow down or I’ll-”

“You’ll cum? Good, I want you to. Fucking drown me with your cum, daddy,” I told him, and I didn’t relent. I gave him such an aggressive blowjob that he had to pull my mouth off of him, but I merely swatted his hands away and sucked him back in.

“Shit, you’re so… good,” he groaned as he finally pulled into our driveway. He opened his door and got out, then pulled me over to the chair and kept me there. “Open up,” he said, and I opened my mouth for him as he shoved his cock in.

“We almost crashed; did you know that? You were so into it that you didn’t notice,” he chides as he fucked my face, “god you’ve gotten better at this than before.”

I would’ve said something, but he kept his hand wrapped around my neck. He fucked me nice and slow at first and only increased in intensity. I kept my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, which wasn’t hard considering it’s so thick.

“Gonna…”

He gave me a short groan as he reached his orgasm, but the majority of his orgasmic howl he kept inside seeing as we’re out in the driveway. His first deposit blasted my throat and the roof of my mouth, sticky and thick, it tasted so good and sweet. Each spurt of freshly squeezed out semen gave me mouthful after mouthful of deliciousness that I can’t get enough of. I made sure to keep my lips wrapped tightly, but I watched as his face winced and grimace with pleasure.

He pushed me in, further and further until the tip of my nose touched his flesh. I did it! I hilted him! I won the race! But right now, I can’t celebrate because he’s been depositing more cum down my throat and straight into my belly. Finally, he allowed me to draw back, and I coughed then I took a deep breath.

“Shit, that was amazing,” he sighed as he reeled back a bit. I pulled him back towards me and sucked his cock again, retrieving as much as I can from his urethra. “N-Not so hard, I’m still sensitive.” I looked at him while sucking his face, giving him the biggest doe eyes that I can. When I finished, I gave his dick a kiss and another lick, then packed it back into his shorts.

“Fucking nice and sweet,” I grinned as I wiped the corners of my mouth, “god you taste so good, babe.”

I pushed him further and further towards the house and as soon as we got in, I dragged him into my room after closing and locking the door. “I need that dick inside of me, I need it!” I growled as I pushed him onto my bed, “I can’t believe you reduced me to someone who *begs* for dick! I knew you were trouble the moment I saw you at the mall!”

I crawled up to him and laid my lips on his. “I fucking hate you, because you turned me into this!”

“Oh, you love me,” he smiled broadly as his hands went to my waist. I laughed as I kissed him again and our lips and tongue mingled. He didn’t care that minutes before he fed me a lot of his cum. He didn’t care that some of it still lingers in my tongue. What he cared about is our passion and what it meant for us.

He’s still hard too! I find that it takes him some time for his dick to settle down, and that when we make love he stays hard for a long time. I can feel it on my belly, pounding against it. I slid my hand down into his pants and rubbed the head gently.

“I want this dick inside of me, daddy,” I said against his lips, “I need it, please give it to me.” I couldn’t help but grind my crotch against his cock, feeling his bulge press against my lower quarters. “Please, please daddy,” I continued, and I felt his hand move further down south.

“If you wanted my dick, why are your pants still on?” came his sexy growl. Immediately I got off him and took my leggings off with him following me over, lifting up my crop top and feasting on my tits. I enjoy hearing his sexy little moans while his lips sucked and kissed my nipples, areolas and the surrounding tissues.

“Why do you like sucking on tits so much?” I asked as I straddled his hips, “did mommy breastfeed you for too long?”

“Maybe, and you can psychoanalyze me all you want but I still want those tits on my face,” he laughed while he reached down for his pants and slipped them off. I grabbed his rock hard stiffy and rubbed it against my crotch while he kept sucking and kissing my chest.

“I better not end up with bruises like Lex,” I said with a moan as I felt him bite my nipples softly, “Ooh, baby you’re such a naughty boy!” His cock continued rubbing against me, that hardness, those nasty little veiny bumps that rubs my insides oh so right, and that thick head of his that stretches me so much. I love all of it. He sat up properly while I rest down against his lap with his hardon in front of me.

“I can’t promise that,” he said as he took another bite of my nipple, “you’re just going to have to live with bruises on your tits constantly.” His hand grabbed my ass and squeezed and massaged it, all the while clamping down hard on my tits.

I could feel the precum leaking out of him, coating my hands and fingers. I can’t take it anymore, I wanted it so bad. I lift my hips up slightly, guide his cockhead along up into my labia, and slid him in slow and gentle.

“Oh, fuck that’s so big!” I couldn’t help but whimper and moan as his head stretched my lips apart, “so big!”

“S-So tight,” he groaned as he pushed his face against my chest, “dear god, all of my girls are so tight.”

I struggled to put him inside of me, not because I’m dry or he’s not lubricated, I’m plenty wet myself because of the anticipation and the 20-minute road head, but his head is just big. It’s like no matter how many times he fucks me, my pussy forgets him after every time and reverts back to how it was before. So, whenever we have sex again, everything needed to be stretched out all over again.

That’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy it. When he says we’re tight, it’s not a matter of annoyance, no. He enjoys it. He enjoys our pussy being so tight for him. He relishes the feeling of our walls needing to make room for him.

And to be honest, I do too.

As I bounce on his cock, I eventually started going lower and lower. Each inch that I took from him caused me to scream and spasm, and I could feel my walls contract and beat his dick up. He, in turn, just continued kissing and sucking on my tits but he would pull my head to him, and we would make out.

“Oh, it feels so good, you feel so good around me daddy,” I moaned while brushing my long hair back, “oh god, why couldn’t I have met you before!”

“We did meet before; you probably don’t even remember.” He said as he gave me a kiss. My eyes widened as I looked down on him.

“When? How come I don’t remember?” I said with shock, but he just looked up at me and smiled.

“Do you always remember your waiter’s face and names?” he said as he rolled me over to my back, “I think it was four years ago, two years before I met Bella. You and some friends from your school, even Victor was there and he doesn’t even remember me, came to the restaurant for an after-school meal. I was your waiter.”

“What? Four years ago? How come you never said anything!” I screeched as I slammed my hand across his shoulder, “you never mentioned it!”

“It doesn’t matter now! But you didn’t even look at me when you ordered,” he laughed as he took my blows in stride, “don’t think too hard on it, you were with friends.”

“If I got to you first, I definitely wouldn’t share you,” I told him, “I’d keep you all to myself.”

Chris didn’t really want a polyamorous relationship, but he was receptive to the idea. So, when Izz started bringing us in, he was alright with it. His main concern was that he couldn’t satisfy us, or one of us would cheat on him, but I don’t think he’s got anything to worry about.

“Well, I lied actually. We’ve met further than that,” he gave me this smirk, like he’s about to tell me a secret he’s been keeping from us for so long.

“F-Further than 4 years!? When!?”

“Junior year of high school, so… 8 years ago give or take. You know that Dean was the quarterback, right? Well, we played your team one weekend. I was going to buy some drinks and when I got to the vendor, I was behind you and Bella. I don’t remember what you two were talking about, but I do remember Bella looking back at me and then back to the vendor.”

“That long ago!? What the- I… I don’t remember you! I remember the game and when Izz and I went to get food, but not you.”

“Oh, course you wouldn’t, you didn’t see me, but she did. She didn’t recognize me in the restaurant, but I recognized her when I saw her in the restaurant many years later.”

I took him closer to me as we shared another intimate kiss. “I had so many chances,” I said as we separated, “but you know what, even though I wish for those things I still love what we have here.”

“I’m glad. Now, all these soppy talks is killing my boner. I’m going to make you cum,” he said with a short, determined grunt, “you’ve been squeezing me since we’ve started talking, you really want to make me cum, don’t you?”

“Of course, I do! Shut up and fuck me,” I sneered at him as I smacked his shoulder again, “just fill me up with your hot cum!”

I wrapped my leg around his hip while he kept his thrust in varying speed and intensity. His upper body rest on his elbows, while his hands played with my hair or rubbed my cheeks while my arms were around his neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he uttered as he stared in my eyes, “I’m glad I met you again.”

“Prince fucking charming, you really like making my heart race, don’t you?” I replied with a smirk. I looked down just to watch him pound me and noticed he’s not going all the way down. “No, fuck me. Fuck me all the way. I want it all, I want all of your dick inside of me!”

“You sure?” he stupidly asked, “alright then.”

He drew his hip all the way back and then in a swift motion slammed it into me. It felt like a battering ram just collided against me, a slight dull pain followed by a flood of pleasure. “Oh god, ungh… again,” I begged as I watched him repeat his actions. “Ungh… oh god…. oh… a-again,” I whimpered once more as his lips locked onto mine. I felt his cock leave me momentarily, then the swift entrance and followed by a huge pang of pleasure.

“I’m… I’m cumming again… I’m cumming again… don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I squealed as I felt his hips collide against me more and more, faster and faster until I’m seeing blurs of lights and stars. He leaned in against me, grunting and hooting as he kept fucking me harder and faster.

“Cumming again…. oh god, oh god that… oh god you…”

And when he fully bottomed out himself against me and then grinds his hips against me, oh god I felt numb and hot and so good. All I could feel is that explosive pleasure welling up within me and overflowing.

He gave me a low growl as he gently bit my neck and held me tighter against him. His thrusts came faster and faster, indicating his intent on giving me his semen.

“Go ahead and cum for me, daddy. Go ahead, fill my pussy up with your hot load. Make me cum again, give me another, please. Give me your cummies, give it to me, I want it. I want it all.”

His dull scream, spent into the mattress, echoes and reverberated and I felt it across my back. As an orgasm invades my body and soul, so did this hot sperm swimming up and flooding my caverns. I felt his explosive ropes splattering against my cervix, intending on finding an egg to dominate, but sadly there’s none to be had. More and more he delivered, soiling and painting my walls cream white until finally he sighed with relief.

As he retrieves himself from me, I watched as a flood of white flowed freely from me. I dipped a finger in and gave it a taste.

“Oh, it tastes so good. Gimme your dick again, I want a taste,” I demanded, and he obliged. His cum-stained member entered my mouth, and I savored our taste together. God, it feels good to be filled up with cum, something I’ll never get with having sex with Rox or any other girls. I’m just glad it’s with him, someone who can respect and honor me but isn’t afraid of being snarky with me as well.

“Go back to your room, I’m sure Izz is waiting for you. Don’t be surprised if she wants your dick, now. I need to get cleaned up.”

He gave me another kiss, a long kiss like we’re fucking married or something, and he left for his room. Dear god, what a charmer, and I wish he’s a bit more confident in how he looks. Chris isn’t ugly or anything, he’s very handsome to me, but sometimes he sees these men and he can’t help but compare himself to them.

Well, tomorrow is another day. I’m sure he’s ready to go again, but maybe I’ll let Rox have her turn with him.

~ End of Part 49 ~

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