Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F/F] Part 50

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=== ***Roxanne*** ===

Alana’s been in a rightfully good mood lately. She had her date with Chris, and ever since she’s been smile and giggles. Adorable. Belle, however, has been a bit moody and sulky lately. She hasn’t gone to her cooking class, and she barely eats.

Lately we’ve been together more and more. Because her dad needs a bit more assistance, Alana went back to working full time. Chris, despite not really needing to work, still goes to his office job and Alexa trains herself because she doesn’t know when she’ll get another match, *if* she gets another match.

I can work whenever I want to and so for the past couple of days Belle and I have been spending some time together.

“What’s wrong, Belle? Why the long face?” I asked as I sat next to her. She’s still wearing her pajamas and it is nearly noon.

“I’m still mad at myself for what I did. I ruined our date night, ruined it for him and for myself,” she groaned as she laid down flat, “I want to make it right. He says he understood what happened, but I can’t help but feel like a total dumbass because of what happened.”

“Sounds like you two need another date night,” I offered as she raised her head up, “but get in line, he and I are going soon.”

She groaned again as her face fell flat on the couch. “I know,” she said into the cushion.

I’m not totally sure when we’re going, or even where. I’ll leave it up to him; I’ve never been on a date, to be honest, so I’ve no idea what to expect or how to act. Well, I know *not* to dance with random men when I’m on a date.

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I still have to work. I still need to earn money, I’m well off but I’m not as well off as Belle is. I still have a little bit of bills that I need to pay for. The guys at work have been eyeing me weirdly lately, some are new hires, but a few are the older ones that had never bat an eye at me before.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been dressing different lately. Before, I wore dress pants and really drab colors. Then, when Belle called me up so I can find a house I wanted to dress up to impress her.

Then I started dressing, I guess for lack of a better word, sexier. Pink or red blazers, my blouse has a bit of a plunging neckline and a bra that brings my tits together, and a pencil skirt that reaches just a touch above the knee, and a pair of black rimmed glasses. I guess compared to what I wore before, it’s more eye catching.

“Uh, hey Roxanne, some of the guys and I are going to go out for drinks later on. Wanna come and join us?” Robin approached me. Truth be told, I find him handsome but personality wise, he is sorely lacking. He still acts like someone stuck in high school, kind of jock-ish and really wants to be the life of the party. I find him irritating.

But he’s really good at his work, though.

“No thanks, I have some place to be after work,” I voiced with slight irritation.

“Oh, come on, you never want to hang out after work,” he whined, and I shot him a dangerous glare.

“I said I’m fine.”

He retracted his hands and walked back to his friends, then they started whispering about me. At least, I think it’s about me. I don’t really care.

Alana told me about her date night, how he took to her favorite taco place and then for Rumba dancing. She also told me they had sex at work, how she gave him a blowwie while driving, and then they fucked as soon as they got home. Lucky bitch. I want to get fucked at work too, but the chances of that happening is slim. For one, I don’t have an office and we’re all in an open room with desk strewn about. Secondly, we have one restroom so I can’t have sex in there.

My phone rings and who do I see but Chris calling me up.

“Hey, what’s up?” I cheerily answered. It’s rare for me to get an actual phone call nowadays, since everyone would rather text.

“Let’s go have lunch, just you and me,” he replied with the same enthusiasm.

“Fuck yeah.” I grabbed my purse, “I’m going out for lunch,” I told my co-workers and headed out without even waiting for a reply.

As soon as I sat in his car he grabbed my head, pulled me in, and gave me such a passionate kiss. Alana told me about this, about how he just loves kissing and that he gives each of us the same amount of love behind it.

“Holy shit, lover boy,” I said breathlessly as I separated from him, “keep kissing me like that and I might steal you away.”

“Hmph, you can try and stop me.”

I smiled at him as I brush my hair back and tucked it behind my ears. It’s shorter now, a lot shorter from when we met, where it was below my shoulder. Now, however, I’ve got my hair cut just above my shoulder, kind of shaggy like his but not as messy. Chris keeps his hair about ear length.

He pulled me in again for another round of kissing, and I had to push him away for us to stop. “God… you’re going to make me want to fuck if you keep kissing me like that.”

He gave me a wink as he put his car into gear, and off we went.

I watched as he worked his shift knob and then letting his hand rest on my thigh. I watched him intently, just looking at him, at the man who took my first time. It was very special to me, because it made me aware of my feelings. It made me aware that I shouldn’t be such a total bitch. A little bit, maybe, but not totally. If it wasn’t for him, for this man, I don’t think I could’ve been aware of my feelings. Towards sex and towards Alana.

“What do you feel like eating?” he asked as he gave me a slight glance, “Mexican? Italian? Burger?”

“You,” I answered honestly as I licked my lips. “I want to eat you.”

He looked at me and smiled. “You sure? You sure you’re not going to get hungry later on?”

“I won’t be.”

He pulled up into a parking garage, a pay-by-the-hour type, and grabbed a ticket. He drove all the way, second to the last floor where the sun won’t be on us but we’re high enough that there’s barely any car. In this part of town, the nightlife is more prevalent so during the day, the parking garage isn’t as packed.

As soon as he pushed the emergency brake on, we got to the backseat. I pulled at his shirt, tugging at it while trying to unbutton mine. He looked down at my legs and smiled in amazement, “Sheer black leggings?” and I simply nodded at him, “mmm, I want you to keep your clothes on, but you’re going back to work… fuck, we shouldn’t-”

Before he finished, I put my clothes back on, bunched up my skirt over my hip, and straddled him. “I don’t care if it gets messy,” I retorted, “just come and fuck me, daddy.”

He bit and licked at the tit meat that’s peaking up from my top, slurping up his saliva. Such a messy man, but I enjoy it. I rubbed his cock from atop his pants, wanting to set it free from its confines, and when he started scooching over to the other side of the backseat, I knew it’s about that time.

And when it sprung up, high and in attention, I looked at it in amazement. “It’s so big,” I said with allure, “oh, my god It’s just amazing.”

But before I could wrap my red lips around him, he pulled me up first and we kissed again. He sucked on my lips and tongue, bit at my lips softly and overall, we just made out like high schoolers.

“You can really make a girl’s heart race, you know that pretty boy?”

“So, I’ve been told,” he slyly replied as he slowly pushed my head down to his crotch. I wrapped as much as I can around my lips, and I needed to really open my mouth just to get him in. I don’t have a big mouth like Belle, Alexa or Alana, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let them upstage me. So, I forced I forced his cock into my mouth, little by little, until the head is in. Really, his dick is about as thick as my wrist is and god damn does it show.

“E-Easy, don’t hurt yourself,” he groaned as he rubbed my head, “I wouldn’t want you getting hurt because of me, so don’t try and fit it in.”

“Bastard, I want to fit it in. You think I’d let the others give you a proper blowjob, but I can’t?” I glowered at him, giving him the fiercest eyes that I can muster. I went back to his cock while I stared at him, but eventually I softened up and let him go with a pop. “Oh, he’s just so big. It’s all Belle’s fault with that pill, mmm, I’ll fit it in my mouth.”

He reached over behind me, pulling my skirt up some more and touching me back there. “God, you’re already hot back here. It’s like a furnace!” he gasped as his finger went to his mouth, he sucked on it a bit, and then stuck it in my already wet pussy. “So wet, you’re ready, aren’t you?”

“Ahhh, not until I get this monster down my throat,” I replied, “I want it down my throat, I want it to choke me.” Before I started taking him down my mouth again, I remembered to give his balls attention as well. I lift his cock up and against his belly, stroking it while sucking and licking his large, cum filled balls. He rubbed and pushed me against him, all the while moaning sensually.

“Your balls are so big. It’s probably filled with juicy, warm cum,” I giggled a bit as I went back to suck on the other one, taking it into my mouth and rolling my tongue under and around it. “Mmm, it tastes so good too.”

“You can’t cum inside me, alright? Not while I’ve got to go back to work,” I reminded him and he nodded, “now, promise me, alright?”

“Sure, I promise,” he groaned, and I smiled as my mouth went back around his cock. I bobbed up and down on it, finally getting used to its size, and as soon as his cock got into my mouth, I tried to take him in deeper. I can see his crotch nearing me, but not near enough. I went further than the last time, though, so that’s something.

But then he forced me down, all the way he pushed my head down and I felt that lack of air starting to set in. I forced myself down, through my gag-reflex and all, and finally my nose touched his flesh and he let me go. As I went back up and off him, I took a deep breath and laughed. “Fucking finally!” I cheered as I licked up my spit and spat it against his cock.

But it wouldn’t be sex with Chris if he didn’t get his face down on my mound. He laid back, face up, and ordered me to sit on his face, and as I did, he took a deep breath of me in then slid my thong aside. “God, you smell so good down here,” he sighed, “and you’re already leaking wet!”

I would’ve gone down on him again, but I just pressed my pussy against him. I pressed it firmer and firmer until he was tapping my thighs. “You trying to suffocate me, woman?” He said as he gave me another lick, “do it again.”

Oooh, naughty boy! Well, who am I to deny him? As I pressed down on him again, he moaned and moaned, sucked and slurped until I’m literally grinding my pussy and ass down on him. “Suck it, suck my pussy, lick it good,” I murmured softly, “oh god, yes! You’re so good at eating that pussy.”

He tapped my thighs and I let off slightly only to let him breathe, and then after a couple of inhales I pressed it back down. For once, I’m in control of this, and while it felt different for me, it felt good too. “That’s right, that’s right, beg for air, beg me to let you breathe,” I said under my breath. He tapped my thighs again, but this time I didn’t get up. I held him down just a touch longer, his taps eventually turning into slaps, and when I finally let up, he took a big, deep breath.

“Fuck! Y-You… Oh, you… that was awesome! I’ll have to ask Bella to do that for me!”

I laughed as I spun around and went to his lips, “Can’t it be something that you and I do, together?” I asked and he kind of smirked at me as he gave my ass a slap. “You’ve been so naughty lately,” I said as I brushed his lips with a finger, “fucking a woman while she’s supposed to be on lunch, making love to another while she’s at work.”

He grinned at me as we shared another kiss as he sat up with me sitting on his lap. I look down to grab his cock, pressing the thick head against my pussy, ready for penetration. And when it did, fireworks happened. ‘Oh… Oh shit that feels so good! Oh god, I’ve been waiting all day for this cock!” Just the cockhead alone going inside me brought me so much pleasure. The anticipation alone intensified it, and the rewards made the wait justifiable because I already started to cum. “F-Fuck, b-baby I’m already c-cumming!”

My pussy walls clamped down tightly against him, sending him into a deep moan as he gently bit my neck. “R-Remember, don’t cum inside me, alright?” I reminded him and he nodded again, “good, alright I’ll-I’ll start m-moving.”

As I slowly descended, I could feel every nodule, bumps and vein running along his cock. It added flavor to him, made his cock even more of a monster, and when I finally got to my limit, I took a deep breath of relief. Then, he grabbed my hip and pushed me down further, suddenly and without warning. It caused me to orgasm, yet again, having my deepest spot touched and pressed on. It made my mind go blank, and I couldn’t do anything but sit there with my mouth agape and my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Then he had the gall to swivel my hips around, making me even orgasm harder!

Then, nothing…

“Roxxy? Roxxy? Roxxy! Breathe, woman!”

I felt his hand across my face and suddenly I’m back in the back of his stupid Civic. All the orgasmic high came flooding in, intense and perfect as I took a deep moaning breath.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh, Jesus Fuck-Dancing Christ! Oh no, oh no, no, no!”

I bounced on his cock, fast and hard, while we kissed. “Never again, do you understand? I fainted because it felt so fucking good!” His hands rand up and down the back of my blouse.

“You’ve been cumming non-stop,” he remarked as he gently nibbled on my neck, “like, A LOT.”

“Shut up,” I whispered into his ears as I take his lobe against my teeth, “just shut up and fuck me, meanie.”

As I bounce on his beautiful cock, I couldn’t help but wonder, despite the many orgasms I’m currently enjoying and shaking and trembling with, how my life ended up like this. I wasn’t socially awkward, nor inept. I just couldn’t find a good guy. My standards were high, I see that, and I wanted someone just like Chris but taller and more handsome.

But then, as I spent more time with him, I realized that the height and the handsomeness didn’t really matter. The way he treats me, the way he talks to me even, could I find that along with how much of a fucking sex god he is? He’s a god damn unicorn, for crying out loud! Now while my parents would obviously disapprove of my current lifestyle, especially my sexual relationship with Alana, I, honestly, don’t give a fuck.

They can disown me, for all I care, and Alana and I already share the same last name anyway. If we do get married, and we will, her name is going to sound pretty weird. Alana Gabriella Rosario Gonzales Gonzales? Ludicrous!

But then he did it again. He pressed me down against his hip and swiveled my hips around like he did before, sending my mind crashing into another orgasmic stupor, but this time my brain stayed with me.

“Ungh… oh my god,” I moaned as I rode that intense high. My whole body twitched and jerked while his hand clasped my cheeks and continued to swivel me around him. And I hear his playful, sensual growl as he derives his own pleasure from mine own.

“So-Son of a bitch,” I managed to speak out, ‘Son of a bitch!” I slapped his chest and pounded on it, “I told you not to do that again! It feels way too fucking good, you’re going to get me addicted to that!”

Then he did it again, and I came hard once more. Son of a fucking bitch, this guy! When I finally softly came down from my ride, I grabbed his hands and raised it up above his head, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You don’t listen, do you? Do you, pretty boy?”

He kissed my nose, then smirked like some chad jerk, but he didn’t overpower me or anything. He just let me hold his hand over his head. It’s not that I didn’t want him to do it again, in fact I really do, but I want to be able to do that by myself. So I continuously pushed myself further and further down onto him, but I just cannot get deep enough. I tried to swivel my hips around, but his dick is so big that it wouldn’t go into me further.

Unless he forced me to.

So, I looked at him, but my lip refused to ask. I let his arms go and just continued to bounce on his hardness.

“Beg me for it,” came his words and I’m kind of shook. The little bit of power I had is now gone, because I’m reduced to this creature that wants and needs but cannot reach it.

“P-Please… make me cum again,” came my response and I felt his hands go to my hip as I rose up, and when I fell down upon him did he give me that extra push, that extra force that allowed me to go down deeper, and then that sudden swivel and my mind is afloat on a sea of pleasure once more.

“N-No! I can’t! No more, please, otherwise I can’t go back to work! I’ll get fired!”

He gave me a kiss as he gently laid me down against the seat while he hovered over me. My legs went wide, and I watched as his cock slipped back inside of me, and he masterfully pounded the fucking shit out of me.

“You’re in so fucking deep!” I cried out, “that big dick is going to make me cum again!”

“Then cum all over this dick, go ahead,” He growled as he pressed against me again, then he swiveled his own hips, and again I came. I just told him not to do that again!

“Whose pussy is this?” he asked me as he held my legs wide.

“Your pussy!” I answered with a howl, “pound my pussy hard! Fucking melt my brain!”

“Shit, I’m about to cum,” I heard him say but for some reason my legs wrapped around him, “wait, let me go, I’m going to cum!”

I didn’t acknowledge him. I looked down as his cock slid inside me over and over, focusing on that intense orgasmic feeling.

Then, I felt that warm, goo flow inside of me. My eyes went wide, I looked at him and gasped. “I told you not to cum inside of me!”

“I told you I was going to cum, but you didn’t let me go,” he groaned as he continued to plaster my insides with his semen. I found my legs tight around him, like a vice not intending on letting go. I’m mad at him, mad that he disobeyed but I know I wanted him to cum inside of me. He turned me into such a cum slut dedicated to him that I wanted him to cum inside me regardless of prior engagement.

My legs unraveled and he took his cock out from me, dripping with his and my cum. “Oh god, and you came so much too! Do you have a towel?” he shook his head no, and I just clicked my tongue. “Well, I better get to scooping then.”

I scooped up as much of his cum as I could inside of me, slurping up the gooey mess and gulping it down. Thankfully his seats have a cover on it so he wouldn’t have a mess, so I’ll guess he’ll just have to clean it up when he gets home. “It tastes so good, so sweet and a bit bitter, but it tastes so naughty,” I purred as I sucked my fingers clean, “mmm, you better drive me back to work, and you better bring me some food too!”

So he drove me back and I slid my wrinkled skirt down and patted my blazer off. I walked into the office, not caring about the stares, then I made my way into the restroom to properly tidy myself up.

My hair is a mess, my lipstick is all over around my lips, and part of my black, lacey bra is showing. I didn’t care if they saw, all I cared about is getting a proper fucking sometimes soon.

Should I count that as a date? No, no it wasn’t. It’s just lunch.

~ End of Part 50 ~

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