A Submissive's Journey Pt. 04

It was indeed intense and I didn't regret the experience, but it was so intense that the relief washed over me.

I thanked him and turned back to lay in the fetal position on the couch, my fingers going back to check my crack where a moistness was forming, asshole throbbing and in a way kind of itchy.

Mark had sat there the whole time watching in a stupor. He had pulled out his vigorous vein and was stroking it slowly, contemplating me and whether he had the energy for another go. Certainly if he had walked over and offered his cock I would have jumped on it sucking him off with a mixture of delight and fear that if I didn't it too might head up my ass. I was far too sore and even fresh the sheer thickness terrified me.

Seeming to read my mind he got up and went to a pile of blankets in the corner throwing one over me and then lay down on his own couch. Beside me the fucking rocker had finished up his smoke., got up threw on his jacket and proceeded to head out.

"Gotta check on those chick man. I'll catch you later," he said to Mark, then turning to me, "Your welcome for the fuck bitch," and walked out.

I closed my eyes in no mood for reflection and crashed for the night.