Surprise Fuck

I heard myself breathing harder, moaning louder as I got close once again. I was already losing track... Was this my third orgasm? My fourth? I knew Mark would want to know. I imagined telling him later, and how my mind would drift back to this moment, the feeling of Chris' cock filling me so deeply. His weight on top of me, pinning me to the bed.

"Fuck, that's it. Squeeze my cock, Sam!" Chris said, bringing me back to the moment.

Then he was moving back, stepping off of the bed and standing at the edge, dragging me with him by my hips and then ramming himself back into me.

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled, the sound carrying.

"Cum on my cock again!" he yelled back, dragging my hips closer until my ankles were up over his shoulders and my ass was practically hanging off of the bed as he railed my pussy with fast, hard thrusts.

I lost control of the volume of my moans then, a long, unconscious string of yells and curses flowing out of me. I gripped a fistful of my comforter in my left hand while fingers from my right hand flew back and forth over my clit until I was cumming hard and bucking against Chris, who didn't let up with his thrusts, pounding me through my orgasm and grunting over me.

Then I felt myself being repositioned again as Chris made me into his own personal fuckdoll. He practically threw me back on the bed before flipping me over onto my stomach and dragging my hips up until I was kneeling with my ass in the air.

"Ready for some more cum in that wet fucking pussy?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before kneeling behind me and pushing back into me from behind.

This time my moan came out sounding more like a whimper as I felt Chris' cock pounding against my cervix with each thrust. He leaned over me to get even deeper, one hand on the back of my neck, holding me facedown on the mattress.

My moans were muffled in the sheets until I turned my head to the side to breathe, struggling to look back over my shoulder and watch him fuck me, my right hand reaching back to rub my throbbing clit. I felt his balls slapping against my pussy and reached back further to caress them with my fingers as much as I could while he kept thrusting.

Apparently, it was enough to trigger Chris' third orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, cumming!" he yelled, grunting and practically pounding me into the mattress with his thrusts as he came hard and deep inside me again.

Chris was a little slower to recover that time. I felt small spasms and aftershocks as he held himself over me for several moments after releasing a third load of sperm inside my pussy. I thought for a moment that he might be done, as I felt him kneeling up and pulling almost all the way out. But then he pulled my hips back up with him, slowly sliding his still-hard cock in and out of me. I heard the wet sound of his cock thrusting through the flood of cum, and I felt it dripping and streaming down my inner thighs.

"What a hot fucking mess," Chris groaned, his hands squeezing my hips firmly as he eased me on and off of his cock.

We were both breathing hard, the sounds of our panting also audible above the faint city noises flowing in through the open window. I tried again to look over my shoulder, wanting to see what Chris must be seeing.

He smirked down at me. "I could record it for you," he offered, as if reading my mind.

I felt my face flush an even deeper shade of pink as I smiled back at him, if that was even possible.

Not waiting for any more of an answer, Chris pulled back and quickly found his phone in his shorts pocket, being careful not to drip any cum onto his clothes. He swiped the camera app open and aimed it at my ass from a few feet away.

"Don't worry, I won't get your face," he said as I heard the chime indicating he'd started recording a video. "Unless you want me to," he added with a wink.

"I hope you don't have any big plans to post this anywhere," I said, giving him a warning look. But I didn't stop him.

"You might change your mind after seeing it. Or if not, I guess it'll just have to be another item for my personal collection."

I just shook my head, smiling and biting my lip, watching as he filmed, moving in closer to my pussy. Then he panned down to capture his cock, which was coated in cum as well.

"This is the result of three creampies. So far," Chris narrated.

Then he continued filming as he knelt back onto the bed and repositioned the head of his cock at my entrance. I felt and heard him rubbing along my wet slit, and groaning as he eased himself back into me, through my puffy, swollen lips. He made a show out of capturing his long, thick shaft, sliding all the way into me and then back out. Each time his cock bumped my cervix, he added an unexpected quick, hard thrust, causing me to gasp and moan for effect.

"Spread your ass open," Chris directed, pulling back out of me and panning down again.

I did as I was told, feeling more of his cum seeping out of me, dripping down my thighs.

Chris groaned in response, and I felt his hand on my ass, squeezing and slapping. His thumb slid down along my slit, pressing between my lips and rubbing the wetness around. Then he moved to my opening, thrusting just his thumb inside while the rest of his hand caressed my ass.

"Such a messy cunt. All that cum just flooding out of you, down your thighs..."

I moaned, resisting the urge to look back again, not wanting my face to be recorded.

Once his thumb was well-coated, Chris slid it up higher until he was rubbing circles over my asshole and pressing in.

I gasped and moaned again, feeling more wetness seeping from my pussy. "That feels so good."

Chris groaned, pressing his thumb through the tight ring, into my ass. Then he knelt behind me again, maneuvering his cock back to my opening. "Put my cock back in your pussy."

I released my grip on my ass cheeks to guide Chris' cock into me, while both of his hands were otherwise engaged. As soon as I had his head lined up with my opening, I felt him pushing in deep, his thick, swollen head gliding through my lips with little resistance. Then he started thrusting into me with both his cock and his thumb in alternating strokes.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned, quickly reaching back to rub my clit again.

After a few more tandem thrusts, I heard another chime as Chris stopped recording, tossing his phone aside on the bed with a groan. I guessed that the video had become too much for him to manage, and couldn't complain as he gripped my hip with his now free hand, shifting his focus to fucking me harder, faster, and deeper.

"God, that's so hot. Cum again, Sam. I want to feel you cumming with my thumb in your ass. Both of your holes filled."

I buried my face in the comforter, moaning louder and rubbing my clit faster, the harder he fucked me. With just a few more thrusts, I was cumming on Chris' cock again, yelling out and squeezing around him. I felt that familiar feeling, like I was getting drunk with pleasure: more heat rising in my cheeks, and my whole body was writhing, my thighs shaking.

"Fuck!" Chris yelled as he felt it, slapping my ass hard as he continued fucking me. "That's it, keep touching yourself, keep cumming."

Then he pressed his thumb deeper into my ass and slid his other hand up my back until he could grip a handful of my hair, tugging back suddenly as his cock kept up a steady pace of fast, hard thrusts.

"Ohhh my god!" I screamed, moaning and spasming as my pussy clenched again, and a spurt of wetness gushed onto Chris' cock.

"Oh fuck, Sam!" Chris yelled. It sounded like he was close to filling my pussy for the fourth time.

"Don't stop! Please!" I begged, unable to think about anything other than wanting more. More of his cock, more of his finger in my ass, his fist wrapped around my hair. Just more. More of everything that was bringing me so much pleasure.

"Yeah? Is that pussy gonna gush all over my cock again?"

"Yeeeessss!" I yelled, reaching back for his hip with my free hand, pulling him into me.

"Fuck," Chris muttered, somehow mustering more stamina to fuck me harder, faster, deeper still. "Do it! Cum hard, cum all over this big dick. Show me how much you've been wanting it."

Those words caused my thoughts to flicker back to Mark again. But I was beyond the point of monitoring what I said. Pushing back onto Chris' cock, I started thrusting with him, riding his cock, my ass pounding against his thighs as I took everything I needed. "I need it! I need all of your cock! I need all of your cum inside me! Don't fucking stop!"

"God, that's so hot. Take it, Sam! You're one of the few sluts that can take it all and still ask for more."

I felt another wave of pleasure, hearing Chris call me a slut like that, and let out another string of moans and curses as I came closer.

"You asked for all of my cum and you're gonna get it!"

Then I felt it. My fingers were flying back and forth over my clit and suddenly an uncontrollable urge came over me. "Ohhh fuuuuck!" I yelled, lunging forward, off of Chris' cock suddenly as I felt a stream of fluid squirting from my pussy. I yelled and moaned through my orgasm, feeling my toes curling, my entire body clenching up, and faintly registering the sound of liquid hitting the bed sheets.

Afterwards, everything started getting hazy, going dark. A sudden wave of dizziness came over me, along with a ringing sensation in my ears. For a minute, I thought I might pass out.

Through my fog, I heard the muffled sound of Chris cursing from behind me. He caught me by my hips as I attempted to let myself fall forward onto my stomach, and pulled me back up to kneeling, shoving his cock back into me at the same time. With just a couple more thrusts, he was suddenly grunting and pumping me with a fourth load of cum.

I struggled to hold myself up as Chris leaned over me moments later, kissing his way up my back to my shoulder.

"Fuck, I wish I recorded that!" he grumbled into my ear before pulling out and flopping down onto the bed beside me.

I laughed a little, breathlessly, finally letting myself lie down to rest on my stomach, the dizziness and ringing finally passing. "That was crazy."

"Way to bury the lead," he teased, turning to face me. "You didn't tell me you were a squirter!"

"I didn't know I was," I replied honestly.

"Seriously?"

I looked back at him and shrugged. "I guess I've sort of felt like I might be building up to it lately, cumming more. But that was the first time it happened."

The cocky smirk on Chris' face told me there was no point in trying to tell him not to let that go to his head. He reached over and gave my ass another hard, triumphant slap and a squeeze.

"All tapped out?" I asked then, feeling a need to tease him back a little.

He laughed back. "Yeah, I think I'm empty. If you hadn't also drained me of every last ounce of energy, I might be able to try for one more. But I doubt it would be more than a few drops."

"Well then, mission accomplished, I guess," I smirked.

"Yeah. Fuck."

We rested and laughed together a little while longer before I finally got up to check the time. I felt sore and extremely sticky between my legs as I stood up and walked out to the hall to get my phone from my backpack.

The first thing I noticed was the time. It was a little after six, meaning Chris and I had been at it for almost two hours. I could already feel my muscles aching and soreness creeping in, but those sensations couldn't quite erase the giddy smile from my face.

Then I saw I had a few missed texts from Mark, and my expression did drop, along with my stomach.

Mark: Can't wait to hear your fun story :)

Mark: I have a surprise, too

Mark: My last meeting got canceled, and I just parked right outside your building ;)

Mark: Still on your way home from work?

Mark: Sounds like you're busy, guess I'll head home

Oh fuck.

I looked at the time stamp on Mark's messages and saw that he sent the last one almost an hour ago. Mark had been here, and I'd missed his messages. Had he tried calling? I checked for a missed call... nothing. But he said, "Sounds like you're busy..." He must've heard me with Chris, somehow. Fuck.

My mind was racing. I didn't know what to do. My instinct was to text him back right away, but what could I even say? This would obviously be something better handled over the phone, if not in person, but neither of those were options at the moment. Early on, Mark had laid out the rule that I shouldn't ever call him. He would call me when the coast was clear. As much as I needed to talk to him, I couldn't risk calling and getting him in trouble with his wife, on top of everything else.

"Hey, everything okay?" Chris called from the bedroom, breaking me out of my panicked thoughts.

"No, you need to leave right now," I replied bluntly, walking back into the room and pulling on my clothes, tossing Chris' at him.

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. This was a mistake. I need you to get out."

For a moment, Chris looked too dumbfounded to even be offended that I was kicking him out so fast. Then I saw his expression change as he seemed to put together that this had something to do with Mark. "Right. Okay, fine. But I'm keeping the video, and I will make you beg for my cock again when you inevitably come to your senses and realize how wrong you are here."

I rolled my eyes, feeling too stressed to engage in the back-and-forth banter with him at that point. "Fine, whatever. Get dressed, please."

Chris laughed at my panic as he got up and pulled on his clothes, allowing me to rush him out the door. "Good luck with Married Mark. Let me know if he wants to see the video. I might send it to you or him if you ask me nicely."

I didn't like the thought of Chris having that video, though I was reasonably sure that he'd kept his word not to record my face. Either way, that problem would have to wait until after I figured out how to handle my current fuck up.

Then I had another panic-inducing thought. Mark's message said that he was heading home, but what if he hadn't? Was there a chance he might still be parked outside, about to see Chris leaving the building? I rushed to my window and looked down to the street to check for his car, but there weren't any that looked like his.

Then I saw Chris as he walked out through the front door and checked both ways before crossing the street back to his building. He caught me watching as he stopped outside his door to look back up at my window and smirked.

For fuck's sake. I couldn't help smirking back, but then rolled my eyes and shut the window, pulling the curtains closed before I could get tempted into anything else.

I looked back at my phone and reread Mark's messages, pacing across my room as I debated how I should respond. But I realized pretty quickly that there was really only one way to go.

Sam: I'm so sorry

Sam: Please call me when you can

Sam: I know I fucked up, I want to tell you everything

While I waited to hear from Mark, I tried keeping myself busy. I took a shower and changed the sheets on my bed, cleaning up the rest of the mess I'd made with Chris earlier. Then I made myself dinner. I felt like I'd worked up quite an appetite with Chris, but the stress was making my stomach churn, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep anything down. I forced myself to take a few bites, and then tried to distract myself with homework, and then TV when that didn't work.

I kept glancing at the time every few minutes, waiting for nine. Mark usually texted or called around that time, once Heather went to bed.

The minutes seemed to tick by agonizingly slowly after that, and at several points, I barely restrained myself from sending another text.

It was just after 11 when Molly came home and I finally accepted that I wasn't going to hear back from Mark.

I struggled to focus as we chatted about our days, hardly able to remember the normal, boring parts of my day at that point. I thought about calling Molly out for not telling me she's been hanging out with Chris' roommate, Josh, but I didn't even feel like getting into how I knew about it.

Molly noticed pretty quickly that I was out of it, but I think she believed me when I told her I was just tired. So I extricated myself pretty quickly and went to my room.

I got under the covers in bed and stared at my phone, checking Mark's text screen one last time with a sigh. He must be really pissed. I hoped he'd give me a chance to explain. Then again, I wasn't sure things would get any better once I did.

I wasn't counting on sleeping well that night, but after being up so late with Chris the night before, I was tired enough that I managed to fall asleep fairly quickly, at least.