My New Life As A Sex striver To blackness Masters !

'' The comer '' Chapter One

Cast of Characters

Diana

A 34 yr old married clean fair sex, 5'6"tall drear brown hair'gullible eyes and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several children still looked her best, actually untested than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very primitive over sexed and insecure as to her looks. Her main asset is her incredible sex driving and a most sore clitoris, that with little view of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a girl made for sex ! One of her favorite sexual illusion 's is to be a raw helpless sex slave to nasty black men !

Becka

A 36 yr old petite attractive European woman of Catalan decent is 5'4"grandiloquent with reddish Brown University hair and darkness sultry centre. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"womanhood, that has sensitive nipples as well as an equally raw clitoris, she already is a uncoerced sex slave to bleak men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex slave 's. She is quite devious experienced and worldly. She has been implemental in finding women like Diana that are predisposed to lead two lives, one of a traditional wed cleaning woman, and the early as a sex striver and black cock whore to and for men of color. She has offered to assist, and help direct cleaning lady like Diana into this life panache of romantic nasty and abusive interracial sex, as a submissive slave !

Tyrone

Tyrone tycoon, also known as Ty, or Mr index
Is the perfect black slave sea captain, at well over 6'marvelous 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is much older in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite charm and is very good at seducing white married woman that have sexual fancy 's of slave sex with black gentlemen, but believe me he is no gentleman ! He is a roundabout cocksucker that will use any tactic to gain the self-confidence upper manus and control of naively poor fish and over sexed charwoman like Diane !

Tyrone has a cock that most men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of beauty with an tremendous mushroom shaped head word that can get hard in an twinkling and stay that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous ball, that store incredible quantity of cum. But his real artistry is his ability to both pleasure and abuse char sexually, and on top of that he is insatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous gabardine married cleaning woman as total or persona time Joseph Black cock sex slaves, and like many white-hot cleaning woman wants Diana as one that will lead a doubly spirit as one, at least to set forth with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's husband She is the erotic love of his animation, and only wants her to be happy and experience sex the like of that few fair sex will ever enjoy. They have had a most wonderful sex sprightliness full moon of sexual adventure, from before they were married with naked parking out in the woods, to sex after they were married with stranger in sleazy hotels. They have had incredible sex on New Years with Diana dressed in next to nothing at expensive hi class hotels, that always seems to end with hot tight sex, and not always with her married man ! He knows that by sending her off to experience this fantasy of hers he is taking the danger and fortune of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so much it is a prospect he is volition to take ! This is for her happiness, and sexual well being, as he wants her to enjoy the variety of sex that he and well-nigh blank hubby are unequal to of giving..

Introduction

A splice white housewife journey's to the UK in search of a dark sexual fancy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become reality. Her husband has become close friend with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to feature the very Saame ideas and interestingness, as to his wife Lady Diana Frances Spencer 's fate. They have discussed so many affair about this sexual fantasy, of Edward Douglas White Jr. women in slavery to black men and all of the nasty abusive harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the topic of of their conversation !

An concord has been entered into by the three political party for their mutual benefit, that has sealed Lady Diana Frances Spencer 's fate ! The strict legal document she has signed has many requirements, one she has been sent with a one way ticket, and only has adequate money to last for respective twenty-four hours. Her clothes the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim surface area ?
Becka in her first off roundabout treatment of Diana has paid the baggage coach to conveniently make all of her things disappear. This will insure that she becomes fully pendant on her, who will see to her demand, and Diana will have no choice but to swear totally on her for everything, food for thought money and wearing apparel, along with a place to stay ? The other requirement is that prior to her submission as a smuggled cock sex slave, she not under any circumstances shave her pubic bone, and that she have a entire thick pubic hair for her generalisation into thrall ?

Princess of Wales

My reaching In The UK ... and how a 30s something Theodore Harold White woman becomes a sex striver to black men ! Chapter One

I was a 35 yr old matrimonial housewife that had an over dynamic imagination, along with an incredible sex driving. I had mixed feel about a number of perverted phantasy 's ever since I was a young woman ! My interest in dark intimate brush was so overpowering that public moral, perception and even my own witting, as to what was acceptable, along with the transcription I was about to enter into allowed me to easily brush all of these concerns aside.


There were respective things that happened to me that perked my interest in contraband men. I grew up in Southern kalif and had no prejudice against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any thought to, or about black men as a young fair sex and only viewed them as men. It was only after several experiences all sexually inspired that started my phantasy 's to let in them.

One thing that happened to me. Was my forefather, he was a big hansom man that loved to drink, gamble and seduce other adult female ! This is where I am sure my sex drive came from ? At barely 18 my father took me with him on several affair where he played cards with my uncle and several of his black friends in the all black arena of southerly California where I would function them beer !
My forefather never worked much, but mom always did. I was the oldest of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never please him no issue how tough I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to espouse me off to any man that gave me a look. Telling them I would make a upright little wife, at one of these card game he had offered me up to these elderly Black gentlemen, even patting me on my tooshie inferring that I would be right in bed ?

I think, he would have never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young oversexed miss that masturbated regularly and had phantasy 's of morose opprobrious sex, the thought of me nude in the hands of these older total darkness men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumour about my uncle who would tie my aunty up, strip her bare blindfold her and led these black men fuck her, these rumors were later confirmed when I found motion-picture show during these games of black men fucking my aunt ! These thoughts of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karenic, their daughter about four years my junior at the time got hooked up with a several older fateful men when she was in her fourth-year yr of school, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all inkiness field of Compton near Long Beach Calif.. She was a blond juicy eyed cute slightly over weight down little thing looking for love in all the wrong places. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think several of my husband male Quaker Fucked her brains out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these black men various years later in her too soon 20s and had attended a family funeral for another uncle, my husband did not attend. She had no car only a farseeing bus ride so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in forepart of her home I had a rather interesting and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humiliate and sexually abusive, they would pimp her out to their friends as a black cock slut, but apparently she loved it !


Sitting in my car she first showed me her queen of nigra tattoos on each of her bare bra to a lesser extent breasts ! Then she raised her dame and showed me her black hammer whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well used pussy ! If this was not shocking enough opened her legs wide of the mark showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the ringing was pierced right through the bod of her rather orotund and horribly stretched clitoric membrane !

As a youth matrimonial woman trying to convince myself, more than than her, said in a less than convincing phonation I could never do such a thing ! But in truth, my thoughts and intimate fantasy 's about such things, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in aroused shock continued with Karen inviting me in to meet her two black buff !

At first I made excuses not to, but my pursuit and peculiarity as well as her description of them plus her obvious uncoerced slavish nature left me really sexed up and of course I had no early choice, .. right ? Once in the sign of the zodiac she immediately removed all of her clothes ! At showtime I was shocked, as one of her mordant overlord appeared I was not sure what to do or guess ? He was older in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her unfinished ass lovingly with his big blackness hands, and then ordered her down on her genu ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to make entry while naked and on her stifle ! He then ordered me to strip ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a brassy sinister voice that was accompanied a toilsome slap across my typeface I instantly knew he meant business !

For me, my married man had never been mean or demanding as I had always been submissive and willing, he had only spanked my bottom and maltreated my pussy. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my father had ever paddled my prat or done anything like this ! For me this is all it took, as the look on his face told me I had better ! His verbal scourge followed by this harsh act left me stunned and in only moments I was naked and helplessly on my knees next to her ! At about this metre her other black overlord hearing all of the commotion had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the other black master was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and several gold teeth ! He had a very cruddy smell in his optic that made me shudder, and the other man that had slapped me see so much more attract ! With no hesitation or warning what so ever he unzipped his pants and out flopped a gigantic bootleg cock that was enlarging itself by the 2d ! I was scared to death as he told me to put my hired man behind my back open my backtalk and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard several meter calling me a Black Cock Whore, words that would turn perversely etched in my head and me only wanting More !
Then his cock now rock firmly interred my willing open backtalk as he brutally face fucked me harder and difficult ! I had sucked cocks before but always on my term and was very ladylike about it always sort and gentle.


It had been a turn on to bring a man like my husband and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my genu and to have a smutty looking forceful nigrify stranger black do this to me had brought about sexual thought and perverted wizard I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum burden almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married woman and that was not gear up or matter to in being a uncoerced total darkness prick whore ! The very opposite though was true and in fact the lawsuit ! As he roughly shoved me off of his hammer cum hit me right between the optic leaving me unable to see for a moment !
Then he jerked me up onto my groundwork, picked up my apparel and pocketbook placed them in my arms and pushed me out the front door and onto the porch ! It was broad daylight and others in the neighborhood watched smiling at my humiliating predicament, as apparently Karen and some of their early Whitney Moore Young Jr. sex fornicatress had been naked and on the porch a number of times before !
So for others all mostly poor fatal residents seeing me like this was not all that strange. He had removed his leather belt ammunition and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a viscous blistering whack on my bare arse, the speech sound of leather hitting bare female form was like a gun snap in the quiet neighborhood !
I screamed out so cheap that over a dozen people were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my eyes, still naked I dropped my winder several times as I fumbled around trying to unfold the door ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karen, and now to me was and even the harsh ferociousness of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this post and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about womanhood like me that that only involve a menace or a small maltreatment, that could easily end up in office where they have no selection and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful inkiness men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive nurture and the fact that my father was a big good looking pussycat chasing guy, this is where I think my perverted fantasy 's and kinky sex cause came from ! This outre sexual face-off and the most stimulating sexual conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to happen !

This is where it started, and all through our hook up with living were sessions of naked bound sex play out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the excitement and incredible sex having no idea where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of course the fuck I got from these men, and many I am sure enough were black. It was all fun and games, but I wanted more !

My husband business enterprise had started to pick out more of his metre and he was unable to gratify me or my motive the way he had in the past, he was going one way, and I the former. I learned later that Becka had a very exchangeable experience, I like her had everything, money credit circuit card nice apparel a car and prissy house. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually crucify, steamy as hell and wanting with this nagging fantasy of naked subservient slavery, never far from my thoughts !


These mentation were the nasty abusive kind of total naked on my knees submission with only a shoe collar and tierce, and that leash in the hands of a rife nasty black slave passe-partout, a man that had picayune concern what so ever for my well being ! The kind that would use and abuse me sexually in the most harsh brutal and humiliating way !
My husband Jon had made all of the placement for me, and had signed the report that this slave master with Becka 's help had sent ! I knew niggling about the details or flights I was about to take. Neither did I know much about this cleaning lady Becka, I had complied with one petition and that was to let my pubic hair grow, it was quite strange, as for near of our splice life story and almost from the start I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a full pubic bush was only part of the ritual and requirement for becoming a submissive sex break one's back ?

I was so uninstructed and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken care of, as Jon had always done in the past, this left me deep in thought as to my fantasy, and how it would become a realness ? My trajectory On United left early around 6:00 am that cockcrow, and was a 5hr flight of stairs from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a short layover I would change aeroplane, and control panel Brits airway for another 7 hrs from JFK and on to the UK and Heathrow LHR.
My husband had seen me off, I had dressed modestly and looked like any other 30 yr old married adult female traveling by herself. We both had mixed emotions at my departure and once aboard, the planer, I was surprised to see it was was half fully of travelers, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either English. I would cross legion sentence zona and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the eve Greater London time.

During the flight to New York, I had second thought about what I was about to do, but the over powering impulse and desire to do this quickly brushed all of my care aside ? I had gotten fiddling sleep the night before, and had planned on making up for it on these tenacious flights. I kept drifting off into full stop of forced slumber laced with matter that had happened to me over the years, all intimate ! It was as if my psyche was thumbing through a hot novel of my intimate fancy 's and experiences at a rather fast pace. Some made piffling sentience, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to masturbate at an betimes age followed by sexual fantasy, my 1st sexual encounters with my sire uncle and his black friends during these card games, the thought of my aunty naked bound and being fucked by numerous black men ! My low gear beau tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my panty off and sucking me to my number one oral examination orgasm, and the terrifying view of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The unbelievable experience with my first cousin Karen and her two contraband masters.
To our many kinky sexual adventures out in the woods or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by numerous strange men, and many that were black nasty ones, the cheek fucking my pussy sore and dripping all these paying attention experiences that flipped through my mind left me wet and very aroused, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The planing machine was recently getting into New York JFK, after which it was a madhouse of hurrying to make the connecting flight to Heathrow LHR ! The flight of steps was over engaged and wide-cut, as if by design I was seated between to Lester Willis Young opprobrious soccer players that had been competing in international tourney competition. They were dressed in shorts and the team colors, and logs. I was still wet flush and sexed up by my other view from the previous quiet undisturbed flight, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at get-go as they paid me short attention. They were probably in their betimes 20s and were conversing in a language I had never heard before, much to a lesser extent understood ? Once the can belt sign was turned off, the flight attendants offered the rider on these farsighted flights the option of lighter out pillows, and blankets. So as to catch one's breath and lay down up the fall behind time and serve have the best the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passengers had taken advantage of this and many were in sections of the unlighted aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two young men, as the airliner climbed to cruising EL had been talking endlessly as the one on my right kept leaning over almost on top of me as the other pointed out landmark of farsighted island and spot along the shore personal line of credit of Connecticut. But once through the overcast it became only pretty blue sky's with nil else to see that quickly became boring, and their attention turned to me. Alcohol. was usually disengage on these long over water flights, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing plenty of drink to evanesce the time.

The one on my right adjacent to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in pure english sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a crapulence, and would not take no for an answer. I had done little drinking even during our intimate adventures because of my father who was an alcoholic and thought if I did would take piffling control of my sinful sex ride, and as it turned out I was decent ! I had told the flight co-occurrence to get only non alcoholic sparkling cyder, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a sparkling champagne ! My sassing had been dry due to all of the bustle of trying to puddle the trajectory, and although earlier had airline food, but had eaten little.

The drinkable they bought me were terrific, as I having no experience with champagne like alcohol, the bombination along with not eating and the senior high school EL of airway trajectory quickly enhanced my previous thoughts and stimulation, as they continued to verbalize, in this lyric I did not interpret ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of version that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one sitting by the window sensing my waken uneasiness said in perfect engilsh as he put his mitt on mine, one with my wedding ring, said honestly your husband must really like you to buy such a anchor ring ! But did not removed his hired hand from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive matrimonial char like me was traveling alone ? I was not gear up for such a doubt and with ungodly guiltiness obviously all over my face, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my husband knew nothing about much lupus erythematosus would approve of !


I did not answer his question, which made it quite clear to him along with the guilty face, ... I was up to no good ! From this compass point on his position changed and his deal was now resting just above my stifle, I said nada, and made no effort to drive his hired man away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in words I did not understand to his Friend sitting in the aisle tooshie ? I had no idea what to do or say and was holding my breath, as the other bedcover and placed a cover the flight meeter hand given him earlier, that easily covered his friends script and amorous indiscretion, or for that matter if anyone bothered to look.

The flight attendant had returned again pushing her pushcart full of bottles up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more drinks ? Both men bought several for me, this would pee-pee six of the little bubbly feeding bottle of what I thought was wonderful tasting sparkling cyder, I had no theme was intoxicating. Not long after downing the live bottle and me more slack than ever the cabin attendants turned all but the courtesy lights out in our surgical incision, and with another blanket at our administration, along with several pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this vernal blackness soccer thespian became much bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his former hand down under my bird in between my second joint to act and explore, I was wearing only pantie under my skirt that were now, along with my full chaparral very wet ! When his fingers found how wet my panties were I could see as we looked at one another even in the dark, a knowing smile cross his grimace !

With his fingers searching and poking it took piffling fourth dimension for them to notice their around my panties, and into me I gasped holding my breather as his fingers found my clit and started a slow animal rubbing, in between pinching it, as his fingers continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my lingua to sustain the auditory sensation of stimulating arousal from escaping my rim. A sinful quiver orgasm took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful quenched, and exhausted sleep, never imaging that something like this could go on with total alien much less happen on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the igniter coming on and the flying tender announcing that we would soon be landing. My amatory companion had along with his friend gone to kip with his headspring on my shoulder that had during our sleep ended up on my chest with his script still in my panties ! He also was awaken by the declaration and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the cover pretending as if zero had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the multitude it was a officious prison term with passengers wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to fire up up with these two Lester Willis Young nigrify soccer players on either side also waiting our turn to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in complete english with an even larger grin where I was staying in London, and if he could be of any further assistance ? And that he and his protagonist would be more than happy to show me all of the tourer sights of London, and much more eye blink at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a friend at a common soldier residence, and honestly thanked him for his personal care Then the young man said he would be more than happy to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and felicitous, getting the claim from Mr force, better known as Tyrone my black slave skipper that my new friend and soon to be sex slave partner in Tyrone 's horse barn of slaves, her public figure was Princess of Wales. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New House of York, Mr Powers my striver master had insisted I use his flatware Mercedes Business Limousine, to beak Lady Diana Frances Spencer up at the airport thinking that it would give her and I a better chance to know one another in a closer and more intimate way, and that I not have to drive and press the airport traffic.


I had my own car, a classic shadow immature jaguar E model convertible It was a car that I liked very much, unlike many of the others, that were British symbolisation. I used it sparingly for business concern when doing employment when I was in the UK and of course of instruction for play ?


It was marvelous to go zooming around in the summertime time on M20 to capital of Delaware and other place with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my defenseless tits at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry rest area and put on a show for them, much to their delight ! But sadly very few drivers in the UK were black !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would study good care of her, but the goal, of her slip, was to train and educated her in the ways of bondage, and submission, here were prescript you know. Tyrone, Mr might My blackamoor proprietor, would experiment on her naked body with maven of pleasure and humiliation after becoming his property, and for at least a three month meter she had agreed to, and then create her decision. But was unaware of the details of the contract she had signed with out reading at the time ?

Tyrone was a big solid, and nifty Black Bull Master that would submit Princess of Wales to the extreme limits of intimate straining and pleasurable abuse ! I was sure after conversations with her husband Jon, that Lady Diana Frances Spencer, like me loved the abasement and sexual entry, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes Business limo and a big blackened burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr Powers, Tyrone used for occasions like this. He was big black man with command presence would go out naive women like Diana ready to follow any ordering and know once in his charge she must do with out interrogation what ever she was told by him. His name was Marcus Junius Brutus and in reality he was a big teddy bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on Thomas More than one occasion, but could play the role of nasty bullying, that would bring primitive oversexed fair sex like Princess Diana swiftly to their knees, in total submission !
Her husband Jon had FedEx To Mr Powers along with transcript to me, of her survey and legal documents of meekness with quite a number of movie of her, almost were of her au naturel bound and leashed, in subservient compromising poses, but a few were in small dress, however these ikon I had seen did not do justice to this charwoman !


I was waiting at the arrival gate When I could see my beautiful new friend come through customs and security. I was some length away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by various inches, and with a more shapely and seductive eubstance, her tit and hips were a bit enceinte than mine but it was her lovely ramification, and bottom that impressed me the most. The heels she wore were a bit high for airport travelling, she turned looking back for a moment as if looking for someone ? But I could see these heels made her wooden leg thighs and one shot bottom so more deliciously appealing, as the burnished lights from the arrival Bill Gates and confluence silhouetted and outlined her distaff course quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all !

It was a rather champaign bird and blouse that did little to veil her beauty or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and humble travel bag. I of course was not the only one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The expression of this dark haired beauty looked out into the crowd of anticipative Quaker congenator and lovers not quite sure who she was looking for, but when our eyes finally met I knew instantly who she was although never having met before, but apparently by excogitation from her husband she knew little about me. This would interchange in only a few brief second !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crowd of travelers. We gave each other a hesitant hug and a agile kiss at first, but in solitary moments we were hugging and kissing like giddy Pres Young schooltime girls. Then two young black men dressed in colors of a local anesthetic British people soccer squad, approached Diana ? One looked straight at me with less than gentlemanly stare and asked her if I was the booster she would staying with in British capital ?

Before she could say anything he grabbed her hand opened it and placed a note, then said as he continued to look at me that this was his name phone number and he and his friend would be happy to show us the night spots around British capital ! I looked at Lady Diana Frances Spencer in admiration, thinking she might not be quite so naive or ingenuous after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laugh and excited minuscule talking we made our way towards the baggage area.
Diana
Never having been out of the nation before, and now in the UK was a first off, the marvelous shops we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colorful brightness level of late even in this gigantic airline terminal that overlooked the carpenter's plane that were arriving and departing The foresighted trip and the masses from every nation passing this way and that, as a married adult female by myself the plenty was all quite overwhelming !


After all I had been through the excitement of it all, the drinks on the plane, the romantic attention I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the closest ladies way, still with a quizzical look on her face from the Brigham Young grim men, as I headed in that direction.

Then before I knew it, she was up beside me and grabbed my hand, saying she needed to go too. `` Why is it we girls always seem go to the madam way together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of course, when we got in there, the space was like the repose of the airport crowded. We waited for a while and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very middling woman and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering intoxicant or the fact that this offspring disgraceful association football player had offered to be my escort while I was in London, or was I just getting bolder ?
Becka patted my bottom most lovingly as if it was a pattern thing and said it was sweet of me to say so. Then one of the horse barn came relieve. I offered to let her go first, but she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both girls and it would not matter !
Most cleaning lady have epicene tendencies, but few act on them, unless there is opportunity, and not realizing this, opportunity was fast approaching ? My married man had said at one time he was amazed by the total of cleaning lady that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about former char, but for some reason remembering most all of my sexual fancy 's included other cleaning woman not all of grade, but most as bisexual or out and out lesbian, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our marriage and raw blindfold sex bid I knew from the outset other adult female had either watched or played with me, and suspected that some had even orally pleasured me. But It was only sex, and I was an oversexed young charwoman not giving a lot thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual pleasure, and I could not accept to myself due to my religious upbringing that I, like many women was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to happen was quite a sexual revealing. It was a close fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in strawman of me so we had to pressure round each other. It was a bit mean and difficult because of our breasts, and they were pressed quite closely together as her bottom was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the room access. I felt my teat get knockout when they touched, the feeling was good, but left me unsure, with mix in sexual emotions.

I lifted my chick up, pulled my panties down and sat on the crapper. As I did she raise her skirt and placed it over my head ? I thought at initiative she was just getting make and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well trim pubic mound with a gracious pair of soft pink hanging down pussy brim, as she was wearing cipher under her skirt !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me bent forward her pubis were unnervingly properly in my brass. I was fascinated though, because it was completely plain, her clit, and the quietus was clean shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, and her inner back talk poked through the outer meaty ones, but it was her clit that appealed to me the most, I guess when aroused, which she certainly was the thing had swollen, and was twice as expectant as mine !.

I was beginning to feel quite warm from this in my face pussy of hers and trying to hurry up peeing, but you know how it is when you 've had more to pledge and been holding on for a while. Your little pee trap becomes a bit bashful and always seems to contract its time to get down and even longer to do 1 business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue to pass over myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit storm with my nose in her loins, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her articulatio genus bent and apart, at low gear I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both mitt on my shoulders and pulled me to her ! It seemed so natural, my tongue easily slipped into her lips and wet pussy congregation as I explored up and down her slit with my tongue my rim found her egotistical clit her hired hand ended up on my head and held me tight to her and in alone moments she succumbed to a shuddering orgasm, but it was the noise she made even with the skirt between her hired hand and my head that was so sinfully erotic, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the place knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that stall ?

After several minutes I tried then was finally able to brook up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My skirt was still up around my waist and my panties round my knees. I started to turn away down to pull them up, but bumped my butt against the tissue paper holder on the threshold lost my balance and sort of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the throne put her hands up to discontinue me from falling, and her hired hand grabbed both of my boob. `` Oh, I 'm terribly sorry, '' she said smiling, as she pushed me back up and slowly let go, I stammered that it was all my fault.
'' Here, '' she offered, `` let me help you. '' Her arms came out but, instead of pulling my scanty up, she grabbed my bare behind and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my slit through the fully pubic hair I had let grow ! My hands were up and griping both side of meat of the cubicle and I was staring at the tile behind the toilet. I do n't know what I was thinking, really. And then she started to suck and lick me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could teach my husband or any man a thing or two ! There is just something about a woman going after another that is so sinfully arousing, as her apparently a bisexual woman one that really knew how to make a heterosexual person laced conjoin fair sex like me into a slavish epicene slut. She licked the outer backtalk first and tried to sucked them inside out, then ran her tongue up and down the interior of each fold. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to finger quite thirsty.
At least I think so. My mouth was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going stave and labialize the outside, of my clit and I was starting to feel quite fallible in the knee joint, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flip her tongue around my clit and the outside of my inner lips and I had to hang on harder to the cubicle wall and force myself to persist upright piano. I was n't staring anymore. My eyes were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having difficulty breathing too, I am not trusted what kind of sounds I was making but they were certainly sounds of nasty perverted sex !.
fourth dimension seemed to give up as I felt her natural language and lips slowly surround my clitoris. That forced it firmly against my pubic off-white as she lovingly bit me at first just a little, then very much harder as she held me compressed to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to collapse on top of her. I was biting my own lip so hard, trying not to make any Thomas More noise, and was sure I was going to describe blood.

She began running her tongue up and down between my inner lips again, and again circling bout my button, flicking it from side to side with her expert forceful glossa every now and then. I could hear myself breathing harder, and I could also get word hoi polloi talking on the former side of the door, the running of urine, the racket of the hand-dryer and the hot flash in the next cubicle. I remember being vaguely worried that someone would fuck, what we two slutty women were doing ? My body was tingling all over and my pubic region were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal muscles and ass impudence were contracting so much that my wench fell on top of her head. I opened my optic for a minute as I felt the motion and saw her calmly use one helping hand to push it back up out of the way, and then attract my undies all the way down to the storey, plagiarize my knee, and extract one foot.
As she pulled me closer lifted my leg up over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her promontory slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her tongue just inside me, and began rubbing her tooth and brim against my clit, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be tranquilize and taking in lots of promptly gasping breathing time looking up at the ceiling and blinking hard, trying to clear my visual modality. I could feel my insides contracting in and out, and then I could n't break off myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing my pubes hard against her and hanging onto the paries for near life order to hold back from falling !

I was panting and still blinking severely, and cum was leaking down both sides of my thigh, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her nozzle into me, my hired hand left the walls and sort of gripped her drumhead just in fourth dimension for me to arc into her with my back body-shuddering orgasm. I 'm sure I must have let out a most satisfying sound or sex filled pleasurable release loudly, but I do n't really remember ?

The one knee joint I was standing on completely gave way, and the fact that I was holding on to her stopped me from tumbling down on top of this woman. Her hands still on my naked bottom pulled me firmly to her and gave a few concluding loving kisses on my sopping wet puss before gently taking my leg down and putting my foot back into my pantie. saying in a afters and sensual voice a slave overlord never wants his young lady to ever wear panties, and said you should start getting use to it, offering to adopt and throw away them them.


I was not for certain what to say ? As she reached around behind me and tore off some gutter tissue then wiped my thigh and pussy before hesitantly pulling my panties up completely, saying quite thwarted well its okeh for now.
Then patted my step-in covered cumulus, pulled down my skirt and put her helping hand on my articulatio coxae to push me back far enough so she could resist up. I was staring in a daze, and probably my lip was wide open up, when her beautiful face lipstick smeared and all appeared in figurehead of my eyes.

I heard her deplume off more tissue as she wiped her chin, nose boldness and lips, threw the report in the bowling ball, then took my face in her hands and kissed me full moon on the lips just like a forceful male devotee would do. Her tongue rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, assorted in with her own lushness. It tasted fantastic as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the walls again so tight that she had to pry my fingerbreadth off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to find. She squatted down in front me and caressed my grimace. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my head because I could n't talk. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lip. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient feeling in my branch to be able-bodied to stand. `` Actually, screw, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do need to go now, '' and we danced around again so she could go.

needle to say, we got more than a few strange and knowing smell as we came out of the cubicle stall.
I was blushing almost ruby from the looks, but Becka threw her head back, with an arrogant, entertained spirit, grabbed my shank, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this time quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to appear, that the two of us were Sir Thomas More than just friends ! Some peeress looked at us with wonder and others with disdain presuming we had been up to more than just intimate mischief, like two risque young slut. Most were busybodied with their own business as others came and went, and to my embarrassed respite paid us footling attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coat I had hug on the threshold, and my carry bag I had left on the storey outside the stall were both gone ! Still hot flash from this sinful experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my recommendation wallet and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in teardrop, and as a kept woman my hubby had always taken care of everything, including my pass, all I had to do was pose for a photo and sign the papers.
Becka was most assure and said she had friends that could go on my behalf and reapply through the U S Embassy in British capital and once they explained it had been stolen, in a few days would have the need temporary composition, and a new passport. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had almost all of my thing in the bigger bag I had checked


From there still unsure and wet, not only from the tear ! It was down the escalator to the baggage claim area, most from my trajectory, and due to our intimate tryst in the ladies way had already picked up their grip and had left, only a few were left going around and around on the carousel but none were mine ?
Finally we inquired at the baggage claim arena about my checked dish and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage tender from Brits flight path a nasty knife flogging ! But unknown to me she had already paid them most handsomely to make for certain my bags disappeared ! They were quite convincingly apologetic, insisting they would be found and delivered to Becka 's apartment in a day or so, but this would never be.
This unexpected number of events left me totally hooked on Becka a fair sex I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier intimate hugging kissing and most wonderful pleasuring of each other I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had zippo no clothes no money and no recommendation ! Still in somewhat of a daze, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hand to the parking area where Brutus the black chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive Ag Mercedes Business Limousine was parked.
He did not look to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his looks sizing, and mien, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big foul black men, he purposely looked at me with over-the-top lust and deterrence in his centre this left me with concerned boding, and pussy tight and wet with anticipation ? I found out later it was his job to intimidate women like me and he was very good at it !

Becka kept trying to assure me that all would be well as Brutus now more gentlemanly opened the room access and helped us in. Becka said after looking me over and because we were both about the same size, said she had flock of clothes I could wear off, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several days it would fix no difference as I would need nothing, once I became Mr superpower submissive sex slave !
From this scuttlebutt it dawned on me and I finally realized why and what I had came for, and as such she was right ! I would have got no need of apparel, as she reminded me that I would be a au naturel sex slave on a leash and ready for nasty black men 's sexual pleasure and maltreatment !
Once in the luxuriousness ash gray limousine I noticed my surroundings and how nice it was inside this limousine had dark tinted window in the spinal column that allowed those inside to see out, but from the exterior no one could see in ? This was a most elegant machine, and one I would expend More time in than I could ever envisage ? Mostly as a naked saltation sex slave sent back and forth all over British capital and the UK for sinful sex slave meekness ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Friend Becka ''