Much later in a strange bed.

I work up under a heavy doona in an unfamiliar room. My head hurt, throbbed, my neck ached, my tits felt tight and hot. I tried to rise, and the whole world spun. My foot hit a bucket, and suddenly I realised I was about to be sick. I grabbed the bucket and threw up as I felt comforting hands behind me.

“You’ll be alright,” Donald’s voice came to me, “You’ll be sick for a couple of days, but you’ll be alright.”

I coughed, my eyes watering with the effort of being sick. “Mark?” I asked.

“He left you here because he knew I could care for you. I know what to expect.” He came around the bed and took my hands. “Come on. A cold shower will help.”

I leant on him heavily on the way to the shower, my eyes not focusing, my body shaking. I felt cold and hot at the same time. He took me into his shower. Thankfully there was no tub to step into. He turned on the water, I could tell it was cold, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. “Colder,” I asked him.

He was shivering as he helped hold me upright, “This is just cold, I’m afraid.” He helped was me, slowly, pleasantly. There was nothing sexual about it. It was caring. Then he helped dry me and guided me back to the bed. He put a new bucket beside the bed and took the old one away, coming back several moments later.

“Thank you,” I said.

“No need, you gave me a delightful experience, and aftercare is important,” he held me as I shook.

After a few moments, I said, “Donald?”

“Yes, Kimmie.”

“I want to say thank you for such a fun night. If you want to fuck me while I’m recovering, I’m yours,” I told him.

I felt his cock harden at my words, “Thank you for the offer,” he told me as I started to doze.

I next woke to the rhythmic rocking of the bed, Donald was moaning, and the light was coming in through the window. I moaned with him before saying, “Yes, Donald, breed me,” and felt his hot cum fill me moments later.

I passed in and out of consciousness, sometimes being fucked by Donald, sometimes waking to suck on his cock like I was starving. Other times to be sick or in the shower. Every time my breasts were touched, I would wake with a start. Whether it was from the blanket, or rolling over, or Donald using my body.

When the focus finally returned to me, there was a right light outside the bedroom window. I felt my own breasts. They were sensitive but not overly tender, still very firm to touch. I could see maybe ten red welts where the scorpions had stabbed me with their tails. I moaned quietly as I remembered what happened and rolled over. Beside me, Donald slept soundly, and suddenly I wanted to say thank you. I almost leant over to kiss him before I remembered Mark. I looked for my phone to see it besides me, plugs in, sitting on the bedside table.

I picked it up to see several messages from Mark. Telling me he was aroused, he was worried, he trusted that Donald would look after me if for no other reason than to do it again.

I sent him a quick message to tell him I was awake and alright. As I was typing the message, I noticed the top corner of my phone. Mon, 6 am, it said.

I blinked. I had been completely out of it for more than a day. I rolled over to look at Donald. I felt a warmth towards him. He had given me an experience I did not even know I desired.

Slowly I pulled the blankets off him and slid down the bed, absently leaving my phone close at hand. As he started to rouse and I found his cock. Dark, flaccid and oh so tempting. As I wrapped my lips around him and started to suck gently on him, I heard him moan, “Someone is feeling better.”

I lifted my lips from him and looked up at him, “Shut the fuck up and let me thank you properly,” I told him.

He simply smiled and let me get back to my work. I made love to his cock with my mouth, slowly sensually bringing him to hardness and softly pleasing him. Keeping him on edge for as long as I could. I took him deep in my throat and gently sucked on his head as my tongue played. I pleased him as much as I could. It was the least I could do.

When he told me he was close, I slowed. I took my time, pleasing him, letting him feel my throat and hand. When finally I did feel him start to tense, I didn’t stop. I continued to suck and bob on his cock as he groaned and filled my mouth. It was such a large load, and part of me wished I had mounted him. Then I remembered he had fucked me multiple times while I was ill.

Just as he was settling from his orgasm, my phone rang. It was Mark. I knew that instantly.

I reached for my phone and sat up on my haunches, letting Donald’s cum dribble from my mouth onto my breasts as I answered. “Hi, darling.”