Sam
Before I even opened my eyes, I felt Chris spooning me, grinding his hard cock into me as he groped my breasts and kissed my neck. My body was already responding to him, tingling and writhing before my brain caught up and I realized what was happening. I hadn't meant to fall asleep or let Chris stay the night. But my initial panicked thoughts vanished pretty quickly as I felt his cock pushing through my swollen lips from behind.
"Mmm," Chris groaned, pressing himself deeper.
He pulled me back against him and lifted my leg over his. Then he brought my hand to my pussy, pressing on it and helping me to rub my clit, spreading my fingers around his cock to stroke him as he continued thrusting.
I moaned as I touched myself and felt Chris' cock pushing into me, stretching me again.
He alternated holding my hip and rubbing my clit with me, while his other hand slid under me and pulled me back against his chest. He squeezed my breast and then held me by my throat while he kissed my neck and whispered into my ear.
"I want to feel you cumming on my cock again, Sam. Help me make you feel good."
My back arched, and I moaned, rubbing my clit faster and grinding on Chris' cock. With my other hand, I pressed on his as it held my neck, encouraging him to hold and squeeze it tighter.
Chris groaned and clamped his fingers around my throat, thrusting faster and harder into me.
I felt his hips bouncing off of my ass and knew I was close, using the leg that was hooked over his to pull him into me faster and harder. Then I moaned louder, cumming around his cock.
"Yes, fuck! That's it, Sam. Keep cumming, Keep squeezing my cock!" Chris groaned into my ear, fucking me through my orgasm.
He kept thrusting hard and fast, pounding into me until he was almost on top of me. The way his cock stretched and rubbed me from inside felt so good, and the friction from his fast thrusts extended my pleasure. I kept rubbing my clit, and had barely recovered from one orgasm before I felt another starting. I moaned and clenched around him, pushing back on his cock.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Chris yelled.
Then he grunted, thrusting into me hard and deep, filling my pussy with more hot spurts of cum.
"God damn, that's a good way to wake up," he moaned, pulling out and rolling onto his back.
I turned to face him, smiling nervously. I couldn't help agreeing with him, but still felt uneasy that he'd stayed the night.
"What is it?" Chris asked, picking up on my weirdness.
I shrugged one shoulder, trying to brush it off. I didn't feel like getting into it, or talking to Chris about my mixed feelings. "Nothing," I replied, simply.
"Has Married Mark ever spent the night with you?" he asked, making me feel transparent.
I gave him a look that I hoped was a warning not to continue this line of questioning. "Once..."
Chris just nodded, smirking.
Then I distracted him away from the topic, staring down at his still hard cock as it gleamed with both of our cum. Looking straight into his eyes, I scooted down on the bed until I was eye level with his sticky erection. I leaned in, leading with my tongue, and set to work licking and sucking him clean, taking my time to reach every inch of him.
"Oh god," Chris groaned.
That was too easy. His cock twitched and strained in my mouth. It made my pussy tingle and throb, so I reached down to rub myself and ease some of that tension.
He moaned, leaning up to watch. "Come ride my cock."
"Mmm, okay," I agreed, smiling and licking my lips as I climbed over him, carefully.
Chris' cum was leaking out of me as I took his wet, hard cock into my hand and stroked him along my slit. Then I eased myself onto him with a groan, his big cock stretching me back open. My head rolled back, and I leaned forward, holding myself up with one hand on his chest. The other hand continued rubbing my clit as I rode him, gradually picking up speed.
Chris laid back, moaning and enjoying the view, occasionally thrusting up into me, his hands running over my hips and up to caress and play with my breasts.
Then my phone buzzed from the bedside table. We looked at each other, and then Chris smirked before reaching for it.
"Speak of the married devil," Chris said, smiling as he handed the phone to me, showing me the notification that I had a text from Mark.
I wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to check it at that point. But, rather than overthinking it, I just swiped my phone open while grinding slowly on Chris' cock.
Mark: How's my horny slut this morning?
I nearly laughed, considering my present circumstances.
Sam: Pretty good :)
Sam: Waking up wet and horny :P
"What's he saying?" Chris asked, gripping my hips and guiding me to grind on his cock while I texted.
"Just saying good morning," I answered simply, looking at him over my phone.
"Gonna tell him you're getting fucked?" he smirked back.
I shrugged, coyly. "Maybe."
Then my phone buzzed again, so I turned my attention back to the screen.
Mark: Mmmm
Mark: Does my slut want to cum?
My smile grew involuntarily until my cheeks hurt from the strain.
Sam: Yes, I need to
Mark: Hmm...
Mark: Have you been a good slut this weekend?
A small chuckle escaped as I read that.
"What is it?" Chris asked, thrusting into me deeper and grinding.
"Mmm," I moaned, grinding with him. Then, against my better judgment, I turned the phone around to show Chris the messages.
He smiled back, squeezing my ass. "I want to see what he says if you tell him you're on my cock right now."
I thought about it, biting my lip. It was tempting to tell Mark the truth. But selfishly, I didn't want things to get sidetracked if Mark got upset that I was with Chris, or put it together that he must've spent the night.
Sam: I have :)
Mark: How many times did you cum?
That message gave me pause. I should've expected that Mark would want that piece of data, but I hadn't kept a running tally of my orgasms.
"What did you tell him?" Chris asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Nothing yet," I answered. "He wants to know how many orgasms I've had this weekend."
Chris smiled, and his cock twitched inside me.
"Excited for me to give him the count? Knowing how much you contributed?" I asked, smiling down at him.
"Still contributing," he corrected me, suddenly holding my hips and thrusting up again. "I want to add to your total right now."
"Fuck!" I yelped, falling forward onto his chest suddenly, letting my phone drop to the bed beside him.
"How many times did you cum, Sam?" Chris asked, squeezing my ass and holding me in place, pounding me with his cock.
I moaned and cursed, my back arching, hardly able to focus on anything other than the feeling of his cock filling me.
"How many times did you cum during your orgy Friday night? Did you fuck them all? Both guys and your slutty friend?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I smirked, reaching down to rub my clit as he fucked me.
"Tell me," Chris demanded, thrusting harder, deeper.
"Ooh, fuck!" I yelled. "We mostly watched each other, in couples. Then both guys fucked me. Jenna wanted to watch me take both of their cocks."
"That's so hot," Chris groaned, pulling me down to grind on his cock. "How many times did you cum?"
I struggled to remember, breathing hard and writhing on top of him. I was close to cumming again as I reflected on my sluttiness from the weekend, and basked in the sluttiness of the current moment.
"You saw the first one at the bar while we were dancing."
"Yeah, that was fucking hot," Chris groaned. "Letting him make you cum with so many people around."
"Yeah," I smiled, blushing. "The next one was while he was going down on me."
"What were the others doing?"
"Fucking. She was riding him right next to us on the couch."
