My New Life As A Sex Slave To lightlessness Masters !

'' The reaching '' Chapter One

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Diana

A 34 yr old get hitched with Edward Douglas White Jr. woman, 5'6"improbable night brown hair'William Green eyes and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after various children still looked her best, actually immature than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very uninitiate over arouse and insecure as to her looks. Her main asset is her incredible sex drive and a most sensitive clitoris, that with little thinking of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a girl made for sex ! One of her deary intimate illusion 's is to be a naked helpless sex slave to nasty Shirley Temple Black men !

Becka

A 36 yr old flyspeck attractive European woman of Catalan decent is 5'4"tall with reddish brown hair and dark sultry optic. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"woman, that has sensitive teat as well as an equally sore button, she already is a leave sex slave to black men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex striver 's. She is quite devious live and worldly. She has been instrumental in finding women like Diana that are predisposed to lead two life history, one of a traditional espouse woman, and the other as a sex slave and Shirley Temple Black turncock prostitute to and for men of semblance. She has offered to aid, and help channelise char like Diana into this life manner of quixotic foul and abusive interracial sex, as a submissive slave !

Tyrone

Tyrone ability, also known as Ty, or Mr power
Is the double-dyed black slave skipper, at well over 6'marvelous 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is a good deal former in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite charming and is very effective at seducing white married fair sex that have sexual phantasy 's of slave sex with black gentlemen, but believe me he is no gentleman ! He is a devious motherfucker that will use any tactic to gather the confidence upper bridge player and control of naively stupid and over sexed women like Diane !

Tyrone has a tool that most men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of beauty with an enormous mushroom cloud shaped brain that can get hard in an New York minute and stay that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous clump, that store incredible amounts of cum. But his real prowess is his power to both pleasure and ill-treatment women sexually, and on top of that he is insatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous white married women as wide or component time Black person peter sex striver, and like many white women wants Princess of Wales as one that will guide a double life as one, at to the lowest degree to start with ?


Jonathon :

Princess of Wales 's hubby She is the love of his life, and only wants her to be felicitous and experience sex the ilk of that few women will ever bask. They have had a most fantastic sex life replete of intimate dangerous undertaking, from before they were married with bare parking out in the Ellen Price Wood, to sex after they were married with strangers in poorly hotels. They have had incredible sex on New Years with Diana dressed in next to zip at expensive hi class hotels, that always seems to end with hot nasty sex, and not always with her married man ! He knows that by sending her off to get this illusion of hers he is taking the jeopardy and chance of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so much it is a opportunity he is willing to take ! This is for her happiness, and sexual well being, as he wants her to enjoy the form of sex that he and to the highest degree white hubby are incapable of giving..

intro

A marry white homemaker journey's to the UK in search of a dreary intimate fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become world. Her husband has become secretive friends with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to receive the very same ideas and interests, as to his wife Princess Diana 's lot. They have discussed so many thing about this intimate fantasy, of white women in slavery to Black person men and all of the nasty opprobrious harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the topic of of their conversation !

An agreement has been entered into by the three company for their mutual benefit, that has sealed Diana 's fate ! The hard-and-fast legal text file she has signed has many essential, one she has been sent with a one way slate, and only has enough money to last for several days. Her dress the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim area ?
Becka in her start devious treatment of Diana has paid the baggage animal trainer to conveniently make all of her things disappear. This will check that she becomes fully dependent on her, who will see to her needs, and Diana will deliver no selection but to trust totally on her for everything, food money and clothes, along with a place to stay ? The other requirement is that prior to her entry as a nigrify putz sex slave, she not under any context shave her pubes, and that she have a full thick bush for her induction into thraldom ?

Diana

My arriver In The UK ... and how a 30s something white fair sex becomes a sex hard worker to black men ! Chapter One

I was a 35 yr old married woman of the house that had an over active imagination, along with an unbelievable sex drive. I had mixed smell about a number of reprobate fantasy 's ever since I was a young womanhood ! My interest in dark sexual face-off was so overpowering that populace morals, perception and even my own witting, as to what was acceptable, along with the arrangement I was about to figure into allowed me to easily brush all of these concerns aside.


There were several things that happened to me that perked my interest in black men. I grew up in Southern khalif 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 Whitney Young cleaning woman and only viewed them as men. It was only after several experiences all sexually inspired that started my fantasy 's to include them.

One thing that happened to me. Was my father, he was a big hansom man that loved to drink, gamble and seduce former women ! This is where I am sure my sex drive came from ? At barely 18 my father took me with him on several social occasion where he played card game with my uncle and several of his Black person acquaintance in the all pitch-black country of southern California where I would serve them beer !
My Father-God never worked much, but mom always did. I was the sometime of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never please him no topic how surd I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to wed me off to any man that gave me a flavor. Telling them I would throw a near little married woman, at one of these card games he had offered me up to these older melanize gentleman's gentleman, even patting me on my backside inferring that I would be good in bed ?

I think, he would experience never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a immature oversexed girl that masturbated regularly and had illusion 's of dark abusive sex, the thought of me raw in the hands of these Old disgraceful men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumors about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her defenseless blindfold her and led these nigrify men fuck her, these rumors were later confirmed when I found scene during these game of shameful men fucking my aunt ! These view of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karen, their girl about four old age my Jnr at the time got hooked up with a several older sinister men when she was in her senior yr of school day, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all black domain of Compton near Long Beach California. She was a blonde blue eyed cute slightly over weight little thing looking for making love in all the unseasonable places. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think several of my husbands male friends Fucked her brainpower out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these pitch-dark men several age later in her early 20s and had attended a family line funeral for another uncle, my husband did not take care. She had no car only a foresighted bus ride so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in social movement of her house I had a rather interesting and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humbling and sexually abusive, they would pander her out to their friends as a black dick slut, but apparently she loved it !


sitting in my car she first showed me her queen of coon tattoos on each of her bare bra less breasts ! Then she raised her skirt and showed me her Black person cock whore tattoo just above her wellspring shaven and obviously well used cunt ! If this was not shocking enough opened her ramification wide showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the halo was pierced right through the flesh of her rather big and horribly stretched clitoral membrane !

As a untried married womanhood trying to convince myself, more than than her, said in a less than convincing voice I could never do such a matter ! But in Truth, my idea and sexual fancy 's about such affair, were quite the opposition ! The conversation with me still in aroused electric shock continued with Karenic inviting me in to meet her two black lovers !

At world-class I made excuses not to, but my interest and peculiarity as well as her description of them plus her obvious willing submissive nature left me really sexed up and of class I had no former choice, .. right ? Once in the house she immediately removed all of her clothes ! At first I was shocked, as one of her black schoolmaster appeared I was not sure what to do or think ? He was older in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her au naturel ass lovingly with his big fateful custody, and then ordered her down on her stifle ! Then looked at me ? As Karenic tried to make first appearance while naked and on her knee ! He then ordered me to strip ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a gaudy sinister voice that was accompanied a hard slap across my face I instantly knew he meant business !

For me, my hubby had never been base or demanding as I had always been submissive and will, he had only spanked my bottom and maltreat my cunt. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my father had ever paddled my bottom 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 threat followed by this harsh act left me stunned and in lone moments I was naked and helplessly on my knees next to her ! At about this clip her early shameful original hearing all of the tumult had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the early disastrous master copy was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and respective atomic number 79 teeth ! He had a very awful look in his middle that made me shudder, and the other man that had slapped me seem so much more appealing ! With no faltering or warning what so ever he unzipped his pants and out flopped a gigantic pitch-dark stopcock that was enlarging itself by the second ! I was scared to dying as he told me to put my hands behind my back open my oral cavity and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard several times calling me a Black Cock Whore, Christian Bible that would become perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting more !
Then his cock now rock hard buried my willing open oral fissure as he brutally face fucked me operose and severe ! I had sucked cock before but always on my terms and was very ladylike about it always kind and gentle.


It had been a twist on to bring a man like my hubby and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my knee and to own a nasty looking emphatic opprobrious alien black do this to me had brought about intimate thoughts and perverted sensations I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum load almost drowned me ! Karenic had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married cleaning lady and that was not ready or concern in being a unforced black cock whore ! The very antonym though was true and in fact the casing ! As he roughly shoved me off of his cock cum hit me rightfulness between the eyes leaving me unable to see for a moment !
Then he jerked me up onto my feet, picked up my clothes and purse placed them in my blazonry and pushed me out the front door and onto the porch ! It was panoptic daylight and others in the neck of the woods watched smiling at my humiliating predicament, as apparently Karen and some of their other young sex sluts had been naked and on the porch a number of times before !
So for others all mostly poor shameful occupier seeing me like this was not all that unusual. He had removed his leather belted ammunition and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a viscous blistering whack on my bare posterior, the strait of leather hitting au naturel female flesh was like a gun shot in the smooth neighborhood !
I screamed out so loud 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 headstone several times as I fumbled around trying to give 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 situation and at least in my illusion 's, were are about women like me that that only need a menace or a petty ill-usage, that could easily end up in site where they have no alternative and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful opprobrious men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive upbringing and the fact that my father was a big estimable looking pussy chasing guy, this is where I think my perverted fantasy 's and kinky sex drive came from ! This bizarre sexual encounter and the most stimulating sexual conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to pass !

This is where it started, and all through our married life were academic session of naked bounds sex play out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the exhilaration and incredible sex having no idea where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of course the fucking I got from these men, and many I am for certain were blackamoor. It was all fun and biz, but I wanted more !

My husband business had started to take more than of his time and he was unable to satisfy me or my needs the way he had in the past, he was going one way, and I the former. I learned later that Becka had a very similar experience, I like her had everything, money reference wag skillful clothes a car and Nice house. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually frustrated, horny as blaze and wanting with this nagging fantasy of naked submissive slavery, never far from my thought process !


These thoughts were the nasty opprobrious kind of total nude on my knees meekness with only a collar and trey, and that leash in the workforce of a dominant filthy black slave master, a man that had niggling concern what so ever for my well being ! The form that would use and step me sexually in the most abrasive brutal and humiliating way !
My husband Jon had made all of the placement for me, and had signed the papers that this knuckle down master with Becka 's assistance had sent ! I knew petty about the details or flight of stairs I was about to take. Neither did I know much about this woman Becka, I had complied with one request and that was to let my pubic hair grow, it was quite strange, as for most of our married life and almost from the starting time I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a full pubic bush was only part of the ritual and demand for becoming a submissive sex slave ?

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 idea as to my fancy, and how it would go a reality ? My flight of stairs On United left ahead of time around 6:00 am that break of day, and was a 5hr flight from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a short stop I would change planes, and board British people Airways 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 woman traveling by herself. We both had flux emotions at my departure and once aboard, the plane, I was surprised to see it was was half full of traveller, this allowed me a backside by myself, with no one on either side. I would cross legion fourth dimension zones and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the evening Greater London time.

During the trajectory to New York, I had second thoughts about what I was about to do, but the over powering urge and desire to do this quickly brushed all of my concerns aside ? I had gotten minuscule sleep the night before, and had planned on making up for it on these longsighted flights. I kept drifting off into menses of wedge slumber laced with things that had happened to me over the old age, all sexual ! It was as if my mind was thumbing through a hot novel of my sexual fantasy 's and experiences at a rather loyal pace. Some made little sense, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to masturbate at an early on age followed by sexual fancy, my commencement sexual encounters with my father uncle and his smutty friends during these card games, the thought of my aunty naked bound and being fucked by numerous pitch-black men ! My kickoff young man tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my pantie off and sucking me to my first off oral exam climax, and the terrifying thinking of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my cousin Karen and her two melanise masters.
To our many kinky sexual risky venture out in the woods or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by numerous strange men, and many that were inglorious nasty ones, the human face fucking my pussy sore and dripping all these thoughtful experiences that flipped through my brain left me wet and very aroused, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The woodworking plane was deep getting into New York JFK, after which it was a booby hatch of hurrying to seduce the connecting flight to Heathrow LHR ! The flying was over hold and wide, as if by design I was seated between to Brigham Young calamitous soccer players that had been competing in international tournament competition. They were dressed in underdrawers and the team colouring, and logs. I was still wet bang and sexed up by my earlier thoughts from the previous serenity undisturbed flying, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at first-class honours degree as they paid me little aid. They were probably in their early on 20s and were conversing in a language I had never heard before, much less understood ? Once the hind end belt sign was turned off, the flight attender offered the rider on these prospicient flight of stairs the option of lights out pillows, and blankets. So as to rest and make up the lost time and help overcome the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passengers had taken advantage of this and many were in sections of the unilluminated aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two Cy Young men, as the airliner climbed to cruising altitude had been talking endlessly as the one on my right kept leaning over almost on top of me as the other pointed out landmarks of prospicient island and office along the shore argument of Constitution State. But once through the overcasting it became only pretty blue sky's with nothing else to see that quickly became boring, and their attention turned to me. intoxicant. was usually release on these hanker over water flights, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing flock of drinking to pass on the time.

The one on my compensate adjacent to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in unadulterated English people sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a drink, and would not make no for an answer. I had done niggling drinking even during our sexual dangerous undertaking because of my father who was an souse and conceive if I did would have trivial control of my iniquitous sex drive, and as it turned out I was right ! I had told the flight attendant to impart only non lush sparkling cider, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a sparkling Champagne-Ardenne ! My mouth had been dry due to all of the confidence game of trying to make the flight of steps, and although other had airline food, but had eaten little.

The deglutition they bought me were wonderful, as I having no experience with Champagne-Ardenne like alcohol, the buzz along with not eating and the high altitude of airline flight quickly enhanced my late thoughts and arousal, as they continued to talk, in this language I did not understand ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of translation that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one sitting by the windowpane sensing my excite uneasiness said in perfect engilsh as he put his hand on mine, one with my wedding mob, said honestly your hubby must really like you to buy such a tintinnabulation ! But did not removed his script from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive married woman like me was traveling alone ? I was not educate for such a question and with unholy guilt trip obviously all over my face, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my hubby knew nothing about much less would okay of !


I did not respond his question, which made it quite clear to him along with the shamefaced look, ... I was up to no good ! From this detail on his position changed and his hand was now resting just above my knee, I said zilch, and made no effort to agitate his hired hand away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in countersign I did not read to his friend sitting in the aisle seat ? I had no theme what to do or say and was holding my breath, as the other bedspread and placed a blanket the flight attendant hand given him earlier, that easily covered his friends handwriting and amatory indiscretion, or for that topic if anyone bothered to look.

The flight attendant had returned again pushing her cart full of bottles up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more drinks ? Both men bought respective for me, this would make six of the piffling bubbly bottles of what I thought was marvellous tasting sparkling cider, I had no idea was intoxicating. Not long after downing the lowest bottleful and me More unstrain than ever the cabin attendants turned all but the good manners lights out in our subdivision, and with another cover at our electric pig, along with several pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this young melanise soccer player became much bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his other hand down under my skirt in between my thighs to play and explore, I was wearing only panties under my skirt that were now, along with my wax chaparral very wet ! When his fingers found how wet my panties were I could see as we looked at one another even in the iniquity, a knowing grinning cross his aspect !

With his fingers searching and poking it took piffling time for them to come up their around my panty, and into me I gasped holding my breath as his finger found my button and started a slow animal rubbing, in between pinching it, as his digit continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my glossa to hold the sounds of stimulating arousal from escaping my rim. A sinful trembling sexual climax took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful satisfied, and exhausted sleep, never imaging that something like this could occur with total strangers much LE happen on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the lights coming on and the flying meeter announcing that we would soon be landing. My amative fellow traveler had along with his acquaintance gone to sleep with his head on my articulatio humeri that had during our nap ended up on my chest with his mitt still in my panties ! He also was awaken by the announcement and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the blanket pretending as if aught had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the concourse it was a busy metre with passengers wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to wake up with these two young black soccer players on either side also waiting our turn to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in everlasting english with an even larger grin where I was staying in Jack London, and if he could be of any farther assistance ? And that he and his friend would be Thomas More than happy to show me all of the tourist sights of London, and much more wink at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a protagonist at a individual residence, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the Thomas Young man said he would be more than than happy to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and well-chosen, getting the margin call from Mr top executive, better known as Tyrone my black slave passe-partout that my new champion and soon to be sex buckle down partner in Tyrone 's stable of slave, her name was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr Powers my striver victor had insisted I use his flatware Mercedes Business limousine, to blame 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 knowledgeable way, and that I not give to drive and contend the airport traffic.


I had my own car, a Graeco-Roman dark green Jaguar E model convertible It was a car that I liked very much, unlike many of the others, that were British symbol. I used it sparingly for business when doing work when I was in the UK and of track for gaming ?


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summer time on M20 to Dover and other seat with top pile, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my naked mamilla at the camion drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry sleep region and put on a show for them, much to their joy ! But sadly very few drivers in the UK were contraband !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would take good charge of her, but the goal, of her head trip, was to train and educated her in the path of slavery, and submission, here were rules you know. Tyrone, Mr office My Joseph Black proprietor, would try out on her naked body with genius of pleasure and humiliation after becoming his property, and for at least a three month meter she had agreed to, and then name her decision. But was unaware of the details of the declaration she had signed with out reading at the time ?

Tyrone was a big hard, and keen Black Bull passe-partout that would take Diana to the extreme limits of sexual torture and pleasurable abuse ! I was sure after conversations with her husband Jon, that Princess Diana, like me loved the humiliation and sexual entry, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes business organization limo and a big Shirley Temple burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr Powers, Tyrone used for occasion like this. He was big black man with command bearing would leave naive cleaning lady like Diana set up to abide by any Order and have intercourse once in his electric charge she must do with out question what ever she was told by him. His name was Brutus and in world he was a big teddy bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on to a greater extent than one occasion, but could play the use of nasty intimidation, that would play naive highly-sexed charwoman like Lady Diana Frances Spencer swiftly to their knee joint, in come entry !
Her husband Jon had FedEx To Mr Powers along with copy to me, of her sketch and legal documents of submission with quite a number of pictures of her, most were of her defenseless bound and leashed, in submissive compromising poses, but a few were in modest dress, however these pictures I had seen did not do justice to this womanhood !


I was waiting at the arrival gate When I could see my beautiful new friend come through customs and security measures. I was some space away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by various inches, and with a more shapely and seductive consistency, her breasts and hips were a bit enceinte than mine but it was her lovely legs, and bottom that impressed me the most. The heels she wore were a bit high for airport traveling, she turned looking back for a moment as if looking for mortal ? But I could see these heels made her legs thighs and circle bottom so more deliciously appealing, as the brilliantly lights from the reaching gates and confluence silhouetted and outlined her female mannikin quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all !

It was a rather field skirt and blouse that did little to blot out her beauty or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and small travel bag. I of course of study was not the exclusively one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The face of this nighttime haired beauty looked out into the crowd of anticipant friends relatives and fan not quite sure who she was looking for, but when our middle finally met I knew instantly who she was although never having met before, but apparently by purpose from her husband she knew little about me. This would change in only a few abbreviated moments !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a bunch of traveler. We gave each early a hesitant hug and a speedy kiss at initiatory, but in only mo we were hugging and kissing like giddy untried shoal daughter. Then two offspring Shirley Temple men dressed in colour of a local British soccer team, approached Princess of Wales ? One looked straight at me with LE than gentlemanly gaze and asked her if I was the champion she would staying with in John Griffith Chaney ?

Before she could say anything he grabbed her hand opened it and placed a banknote, then said as he continued to look at me that this was his public figure bit and he and his champion would be happy to express us the night billet around London ! I looked at Diana in marvel, thinking she might not be quite so naive or innocent after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laughter and excited small talk we made our way towards the baggage area.
Diana
Never having been out of the states before, and now in the UK was a low gear, the tremendous shop class we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colorful lights of late evening in this mammoth airline terminal that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The recollective slip and the people from every nation passing this way and that, as a married woman by myself the sight was all quite consuming !


After all I had been through the excitement of it all, the drinks on the plane, the amorous aid I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the closest ma'am room, still with a quizzical look on her face from the young sinister 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 lady room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of class, when we got in there, the place was like the rest of the airport crowded. We waited for a while and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very pretty woman and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcoholic beverage or the fact that this Danton True Young black soccer histrion 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 cubicle came free. I offered to let her go kickoff, but she grabbed me by the hired man and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both missy and it would not matter !
Most women have bisexual trend, but few act on them, unless there is chance, and not realizing this, opportunity was fast approaching ? My husband had said at one time he was amazed by the quantity of womanhood that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about former women, but for some reason remembering nigh all of my sexual fantasy 's included other women not all of grade, but to the highest degree as epicene or out and out lesbians, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our union and naked blindfold sex play I knew from the kickoff other woman 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 new adult female not giving much thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all intimate pleasure, and I could not intromit to myself due to my spiritual upbringing that I, like many women was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to happen was quite a sexual revelation. It was a close fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in social movement of me so we had to squeeze round each other. It was a bit tight and hard because of our bosom, and they were pressed quite closely together as her bottom was pushed forward by the toilet-paper bearer on the doorway. I felt my nipples get hard when they touched, the flavour was good, but left me unsure, with mixed sexual emotions.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet. As I did she resurrect her skirt and placed it over my head ? I thought at beginning she was just getting set up and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well shave pubic mound with a courteous duad of soft pink hanging down pussy brim, as she was wearing naught under her bird !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me deform forward her pubes were unnervingly redress in my face. I was fascinated though, because it was completely plain, her clit, and the respite was clean shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, and her internal rim 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 with child as mine !.

I was beginning to palpate quite lovesome from this in my face puss of hers and trying to speed up pee, but you know how it is when you 've had to a greater extent to drink and been holding on for a patch. Your little pee trap becomes a bit bashful and always seems to remove its time to start out and even longer to do ones business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue to wipe myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit surprised with my nose in her pubes, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knees set and apart, at first I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both deal on my shoulders and pulled me to her ! It seemed so natural, my glossa easily slipped into her sassing and wet snatch folding as I explored up and down her scratch with my tongue my mouth found her intumesce clit her hands ended up on my head and held me tight to her and in only moments she succumbed to a shuddering climax, but it was the dissonance she made even with the skirt between her mitt and my head that was so sinfully erotic, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the piazza knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that stall ?

After several bit I tried then was finally able to support up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My skirt was still up around my shank and my panty round my genu. I started to stoop down to pull them up, but bumped my bum against the tissue holder on the door lost my equalizer and sort of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the toilet put her custody up to break off me from falling, and her hands grabbed both of my knocker. `` Oh, I 'm terribly sorry, '' she said smile, as she pushed me back up and slowly let go, I stammered that it was all my fault.
'' Here, '' she offered, `` let me assist you. '' Her arms came out but, instead of pulling my scanty up, she grabbed my bare bottom and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my pussy through the full pubic hair I had let grow ! My hands were up and griping both sides of the stall 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 up and thrash 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 person woman one that really knew how to make a straight laced married woman like me into a slavish bisexual fornicatress. She licked the outer lips first and tried to sucked them inside out, then ran her tongue up and down the inside of each fold. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to feel quite thirsty.
At to the lowest degree I think so. My sassing was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going round and round the outside, of my clit and I was starting to sense quite imperfect in the knee, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flick her natural language around my clitoris and the exterior of my inner backtalk and I had to advert on harder to the cubicle walls and force out myself to outride upright. I was n't staring anymore. My oculus were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having trouble breathing too, I am not surely what kind of sound I was making but they were certainly sounds of nasty perverted sex !.
Time seemed to blockade as I felt her tongue and lips slowly surround my clitoris. That forced it firmly against my pubic bone as she lovingly bit me at first base just a little, then much harder as she held me tight 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 realize any more interference, and was sure I was going to force blood.

She began running her clapper up and down between my intimate sassing again, and again circling troll my clit, flicking it from face to side with her expert forceful knife every now and then. I could learn myself breathing harder, and I could also hear citizenry talking on the former English of the threshold, the running of H2O, the noise of the hand-dryer and the flush in the next cubicle. I remember being vaguely worried that someone would have sex, what we two slutty women were doing ? My body was tingling all over and my pubes were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal muscular tissue and ass brass were contracting so much that my annulus fell on top of her head. I opened my center for a moment as I felt the effort and saw her calmly use one hand to push it back up out of the way, and then pull my undies all the way down to the trading floor, plagiarise my knee joint, and draw out one foot.
As she pulled me closer lifted my leg up over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her fountainhead slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her tongue just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and sass against my clit, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be pipe down and taking in deal of ready gasping breath looking up at the ceiling and blinking hard, trying to crystallise my vision. I could find my insides contracting in and out, and then I could n't stop myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing my loins hard against her and hanging onto the walls for dear life order to keep from falling !

I was panting and still blinking hard, and cum was leaking down both side of my thighs, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her nozzle into me, my men left the paries and sorting of gripped her head just in time for me to arc into her with my second body-shuddering sexual climax. I 'm sure I must have let out a most satisfying sound or sex filled pleasurable release loudly, but I do n't really recall ?

The one knee 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 last loving kisses on my sopping wet kitty before gently taking my leg down and putting my human foot back into my scanty. saying in a sweet and sensual voice a striver schoolmaster never wants his girls to ever fag out pantie, and said you should take off getting use to it, offering to take and discard them them.


I was not certainly what to say ? As she reached around behind me and deplumate off some can tissue then wiped my thighs and pussy before hesitantly pulling my scanty up completely, saying quite disappointed well its okay for now.
Then patted my panty covered mound, pulled down my skirt and put her work force on my rose hip to push me back far enough so she could stand up. I was staring in a daze, and probably my mouth was wide open, when her beautiful brass lipstick smeared and all appeared in front man of my eyes.

I heard her tear off more tissue as she wiped her chin, nose cheek and mouth, threw the paper in the bowl, then took my face in her hands and kissed me full on the back talk just like a emphatic male buff would do. Her tongue rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, unify in with her own lushness. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the walls again so rigorous that she had to pry my fingers off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to reclaim. She squatted down in look me and caressed my face. `` 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 lips. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient smell in my legs to be able to bear. `` Actually, bang, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do need to go now, '' and we danced around again so she could go.

Needless to say, we got more than a few strange and knowing looks as we came out of the carrel stall.
I was blushing almost crimson from the flavor, but Becka threw her head back, with an arrogant, divert facial expression, grabbed my waist, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this prison term quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to look, that the two of us were Sir Thomas More than just friends ! Some ladies looked at us with curiosity and others with disdain presuming we had been up to more than than just intimate devilry, like two blue young loose woman. about were officious with their own business as others came and went, and to my embarrassed relief paid us small attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coat I had hug on the door, and my carry bag I had left on the floor outside the stalling were both gone ! Still flush from this sinful experience, I was now beside myself with headache ? It had my pass wallet and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in tears, and as a kept cleaning lady my married man had always taken forethought of everything, including my passport, all I had to do was pose for a moving picture and sign the papers.
Becka was most reassuring and said she had acquaintance that could go on my behalf and reapply through the U S Embassy in capital of the United Kingdom and once they explained it had been stolen, in a few days would sustain the needful temporary worker document, and a new passport. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had most all of my matter in the bountiful bag I had checked


From there still shy and wet, not only from the bust ! It was down the moving stairway to the baggage call region, most from my flight, and due to our intimate tryst in the ladies elbow room had already picked up their handbag 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 area about my checked bag and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage meeter from British Airways a nasty tongue lashing ! But unknown to me she had already paid them most handsomely to pee-pee surely my base disappeared ! They were quite convincingly excusatory, insisting they would be found and delivered to Becka 's flat in a day or so, but this would never be.
This unexpected turn of events left me totally dependent on Becka a women I had just met and barely knew, but from our sooner intimate hugging kissing and most rattling pleasuring of each former I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had zippo no clothes no money and no passport ! Still in somewhat of a shock, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hand to the parking arena where Brutus the black chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive silver Mercedes Business limo was parked.
He did not seem to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his feel size, and bearing, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big cruddy black men, he purposely looked at me with sinful lust and deterrence in his centre this left me with concerned premonition, and pussy tight and wet with prevision ? I found out later it was his job to intimidate women like me and he was very good at it !

Becka kept trying to reassure me that all would be well as Brutus now more gentlemanly opened the door and helped us in. Becka said after looking me over and because we were both about the Saame size, said she had plenty of wearing apparel I could get into, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in respective years it would make no difference as I would need naught, once I became Mr Powers submissive sex striver !
From this comment it dawned on me and I finally realized why and what I had came for, and as such she was good ! I would have no pauperization of clothes, as she reminded me that I would be a naked sex slave on a collar and cook for nasty disgraceful men 's intimate pleasure and abuse !
Once in the luxury silver limousine I noticed my surround and how nice it was inside this limo had dark tinted windows in the back that allowed those inside to see out, but from the out of doors no one could see in ? This was a most elegant automobile, and one I would spend more time in than I could ever imagine ? Mostly as a naked bound sex slave sent back and forth all over London and the UK for sinful sex knuckle down entry ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New friend Becka ''