Familiarity

Often times I find that it is those who know us best that affect us the most.  I received an unexpected phone call from a well known friend of this blog early last week.  Here is a hint, the blog is named after him.  He took me to a kink meet and greet with him. Which was really considerate because I would never go to such things like that by myself.  To make a long story short the meet n greet was a bust.  I was uncomfortable and we left rather quickly.  We stopped to get a bite to eat then he brought me home.

This picture is from right after the spanking, I bruised IMMEDIATELY.

My expectations were - none.  I thanked him for taking me and walked him to the door.  He stood in my foyer, wrapped his long fingers in my hair, and pulled my head back, taking my mouth in his.  He violated my mouth with his, then reaching behind me unsnapped my bra and took my nipple in his fingers.  He worked and pulled my nipple, and due to my heightened arousal the milk was flowing from me like a fountain. (I always produce more when fired up).  It was hard not to cum, and he reminded me to "mind my manners", and I resisted.

He brought me to my knees, still there in the foyer, and pushed my head to the floor, raising my ass to him.  And proceeded to give me quite the spanking --- he hit me with his hands on the outside of my jeans until my ass was on fire.  Then he continued with a shoe that happened to be sitting next to the door.  By the time he was done, my pussy was dripping wet and had soaked through my jeans, and my ass was flaming hot.

As I sat kneeling in the foyer, I could hear him unzip his pants as he walked around in front of me.  He put his cock in my mouth, ramming it to the back of my throat. He fucked my face and would not let me swallow my own drool, until it was running of my chin in a steady flow.  He continued to fuck my face until he came deep into my throat, and I swallowed his cum, letting none escape.

He patted my pussy through my jeans, remarked at the wetness, and told me I should go upstairs and take care of that....and he left.

This last photo is from the morning after....the bruises are still there, although faint now.  It's been more than 10 days.