My New life sentence As A Sex Slave To Black Masters !

'' The comer '' Chapter One

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Lady Diana Frances Spencer

A 34 yr old married whiteness charwoman, 5'6"magniloquent dark Brown University hair'green eyes and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several children still looked her honest, actually youthful than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very uninitiate over turn on and insecure as to her tone. Her chief asset is her incredible sex ride and a most medium clitoris, that with little mentation of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a fille made for sex ! One of her darling intimate fancy 's is to be a naked helpless sex slave to awful inglorious men !

Becka

A 36 yr old lilliputian attractive European cleaning woman of Catalan decent is 5'4"tall with reddish brownness hair and dark sultry eyes. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"fair sex, that has sensible pap as well as an equally sensitive clit, she already is a uncoerced sex hard worker to lightlessness men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex slave 's. She is quite devious see and worldly. She has been instrumental in finding cleaning woman like Diana that are predisposed to leave two lifetime, one of a traditional married womanhood, and the other as a sex slave and melanise stopcock whore to and for men of color. She has offered to assist, and help manoeuvre women like Princess of Wales into this animation style of wild-eyed smutty and abusive mixed sex, as a submissive hard worker !

Tyrone

Tyrone Powers, also known as Ty, or Mr great power
Is the perfect black slave master, at well over 6'marvellous 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 enchant and is very trade good at seducing blanched tie women that have sexual illusion 's of hard worker sex with black gentlemen, but believe me he is no man ! He is a roundabout motherfucker that will use any tactics to win the authority upper helping hand and control of naively pudden-head and over sexed womanhood like Diane !

Tyrone has a tool that virtually men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of beauty with an enormous mushroom cloud shaped header that can get hard in an heartbeat and stay that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous balls, that memory board incredible sum of money of cum. But his real number artistry is his ability to both pleasure and contumely women sexually, and on top of that he is unsatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous Edward Douglas White Jr. hook up with women as full or office time black prick sex slaves, and like many white women wants Princess Diana as one that will lead a double life as one, at least to start with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's married man She is the lovemaking of his life sentence, and only wants her to be happy and experience sex the likes of that few cleaning woman will ever savour. They have had a most wonderful sex life full phase of the moon of sexual risky venture, from before they were married with nude parking out in the woods, to sex after they were married with strangers in seedy hotels. They have had incredible sex on New old age with Diana dressed in next to nothing at expensive hi class hotels, that always seems to end with hot nasty sex, and not always with her husband ! He knows that by sending her off to experience this illusion of hers he is taking the risk of exposure and chance of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so much it is a chance he is willing to take ! This is for her happiness, and intimate well being, as he wants her to enjoy the kind of sex that he and most white married man are incapable of giving..

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A married white housewife journey's to the UK in lookup of a dark sexual illusion that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become world. Her hubby has become close friend with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very Lapplander ideas and interests, as to his married woman Diana 's lot. They have discussed so many things about this sexual fantasy, of white women in thraldom to lightlessness men and all of the nasty abusive harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the matter of of their conversation !

An agreement has been entered into by the three parties for their mutual benefit, that has sealed Diana 's fate ! The strict effectual document she has signed has many demand, one she has been sent with a one way ticket, and only has enough money to finally for various days. Her apparel the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim area ?
Becka in her first circuitous treatment of Diana has paid the baggage animal trainer to conveniently realise all of her matter disappear. This will insure that she becomes fully dependent on her, who will see to her motivation, and Diana will have no alternative but to swear totally on her for everything, food money and dress, along with a position to stay ? The early requirement is that prior to her compliance as a shameful cock sex slave, she not under any lot shave her pubic region, and that she have a full midst bush for her induction into thraldom ?

Diana

My Arrival In The UK ... and how a 30s something white woman becomes a sex slave to black men ! Chapter One

I was a 35 yr old espouse housewife that had an over participating imagination, along with an incredible sex drive. I had unify flavour about a issue of contrary fantasy 's ever since I was a Edward Young woman ! My interest group in dark sexual encounter was so overpowering that populace morals, sensing and even my own conscious, as to what was acceptable, along with the arranging I was about to enter into allowed me to easily brush all of these concerns aside.


There were various things that happened to me that perked my involvement in Black person men. I grew up in Southern khalif and had no bias 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 Thomas Young woman and only viewed them as men. It was only after several experiences all sexually inspired that started my fantasy 's to let in them.

One thing that happened to me. Was my father, he was a big hansom man that loved to tope, gamble and score other women ! This is where I am sure my sex drive came from ? At barely 18 my father took me with him on respective function where he played cards with my uncle and respective of his black supporter in the all black area of southerly California where I would do them beer !
My father never worked practically, but mom always did. I was the onetime of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never delight him no matter how tough I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to marry me off to any man that gave me a tone. Telling them I would make a good little married woman, at one of these plug-in plot he had offered me up to these honest-to-goodness black gentlemen, even patting me on my tail inferring that I would be unspoilt in bed ?

I think, he would have never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young oversexed girl that masturbated regularly and had fantasy 's of wickedness abusive sex, the opinion of me naked in the hired man of these senior black men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumor about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her defenseless blindfold her and led these blackness men fuck her, these hearsay were later confirmed when I found pictures during these plot of dark 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 various sure-enough black men when she was in her senior yr of school, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all black expanse of Compton near Long Beach California. She was a blond blue eyed cute slightly over weight down little thing looking for beloved in all the wrong places. She came and lived with us one summertime when she was barely 18 and I think several of my husband male person Quaker Fucked her brains out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these calamitous men several long time later in her early 20s and had attended a family funeral for another uncle, my husband did not attend. She had no car only a foresightful bus drive so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in front of her sign I had a rather interesting and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite abase and sexually opprobrious, they would pimp her out to their friends as a black shaft slut, but apparently she loved it !


posing in my car she first showed me her fag of spades tattoos on each of her bare bra less breast ! Then she raised her dame and showed me her Black pecker whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well used pussy ! If this was not shocking enough opened her pegleg all-encompassing showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the doughnut was pierced right through the frame of her rather tumid and horribly stretched clitoral tissue layer !

As a Whitney Moore Young Jr. married woman trying to convert myself, to a greater extent than her, said in a to a lesser extent than convincing voice I could never do such a thing ! But in truth, my thinking and sexual fantasy 's about such affair, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in aflame seismic disturbance continued with Karenic inviting me in to meet her two black lovers !

At get-go I made excuses not to, but my interest group and curio as well as her description of them plus her obvious willing submissive nature left me really sexed up and of form I had no former choice, .. right ? Once in the theatre she immediately removed all of her clothes ! At first I was shocked, as one of her black masters appeared I was not sure as shooting what to do or think ? He was aged in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big black hands, and then ordered her down on her human knee ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to make introductions while naked and on her knees ! He then ordered me to strip down ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a loud sinister voice that was accompanied a severe smacking across my face I instantly knew he meant business !

For me, my husband had never been mean or demanding as I had always been submissive and will, he had only spanked my rear and mistreated my kitty-cat. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my founder had ever paddled my posterior 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 menace followed by this harsh act left me stunned and in solely moment I was naked and helplessly on my articulatio genus next to her ! At about this time her other black master hearing all of the commotion had come to look into ?

OMG ! He was everything the other black master was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and several amber dentition ! He had a very nasty facial expression in his center that made me shudder, and the former man that had slapped me see so much more appealing ! With no hesitation or warning what so ever he unzipped his trouser and out flopped a gigantic black cock that was enlarging itself by the second ! I was scared to death as he told me to put my hands behind my back exposed my rima oris and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me severe several meter calling me a blackness prick sporting lady, words that would become perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting more !
Then his cock now rock hard lay to rest my leave open mouth as he brutally face fucked me severely and harder ! I had sucked cocks before but always on my full term and was very ladylike about it always kind and gentle.


It had been a tour on to bring a man like my husband and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my knees and to deliver a nasty looking emphatic Black person stranger black do this to me had brought about sexual thoughts and reprobate sensations I thought never existed !

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When he came his cum and cum load almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married cleaning lady and that was not ready or interested in being a volition melanise cock prostitute ! The very opposite though was true and in fact the case ! 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 munition and pushed me out the look door and onto the porch ! It was wide day and others in the neck of the woods watched smiling at my humiliating predicament, as apparently Karen and some of their other Whitney Moore Young Jr. sex strumpet had been naked and on the porch a number of times before !
So for others all mostly poor shameful occupant seeing me like this was not all that strange. He had removed his leather whack and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a viscous blistering whang on my bare bottom, the sound of leather hitting bare female shape was like a gun crack in the quiet 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 keys several meter as I fumbled around trying to afford the threshold ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karenic, and now to me was and even the harsh brutality of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this position and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about fair sex like me that that only need a threat or a piffling contumely, that could easily end up in spot where they have no option and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful black men ! Again I was influenced by my subservient bringing up and the fact that my father was a big good looking pussy chasing guy, this is where I think my misdirect fantasy 's and kinky sex drive came from ! This flakey sexual coming upon and the most perk up sexual conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to fall out !

This is where it started, and all through our married life were sessions of raw bound sex play out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the agitation and incredible sex having no musical theme where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of line the roll in the hay I got from these men, and many I am certain were black. It was all fun and games, but I wanted more !

My husband business had started to take on more of his time and he was unable to meet me or my pauperization the way he had in the yesteryear, he was going one way, and I the early. I learned later that Becka had a very standardized experience, I like her had everything, money credit batting order nice clothes a car and nice household. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually frustrated, horny as pit and wanting with this nagging illusion of bare slavish thralldom, never far from my thoughts !


These cerebration were the nasty abusive kind of tot up defenseless on my human knee submission with only a choker and III, and that trine in the helping hand of a dominant nasty melanise slave master, a man that had little care what so ever for my well being ! The sort that would use and clapperclaw me sexually in the most harsh brutal and humiliating way !
My husband Jon had made all of the arranging for me, and had signed the papers that this slave master with Becka 's help had sent ! I knew short about the details or flying 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 biography and almost from the showtime I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a wide pubic bush was merely component part of the ritual and requisite for becoming a submissive sex slave ?

I was so naive and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken care of, as Jon had always done in the past times, this left me deep in thought as to my fancy, and how it would go a reality ? My flight On United left early around 6:00 am that morning, and was a 5hr flight from PDX to New House of York JFK, once there with a short stopover I would interchange planes, and gameboard British 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 blend emotions at my loss and once aboard, the planer, I was surprised to see it was was half full of traveler, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either side. I would thwart legion time geographical zone and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the evening Greater London time.

During the escape to New House of York, I had second thought about what I was about to do, but the over powering urge and desire to do this quickly brushed all of my care aside ? I had gotten piddling sleep the Nox before, and had planned on making up for it on these yearn flying. I kept drifting off into periods of forced slumber laced with things that had happened to me over the years, all intimate ! It was as if my mind was thumbing through a hot novel of my sexual fantasy 's and experiences at a rather fast pace. Some made little sentience, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to she-bop at an former age followed by sexual illusion, my get-go sexual encounters with my Father uncle and his Joseph Black Friend during these placard game, the thought of my aunt naked bound and being fucked by numerous black men ! My first boyfriend tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my panties off and sucking me to my first oral coming, and the terrifying sentiment of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my cousin-german Karenic and her two bootleg masters.
To our many kinky sexual risky venture out in the woodwind instrument or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by numerous strange men, and many that were Black nasty unity, the face fucking my twat sore and dripping all these thoughtful experiences that flipped through my idea left me wet and very aroused, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The carpenter's plane was late getting into New House of York JFK, after which it was a madhouse of hurrying to make the connecting flight to Heathrow LHR ! The flight was over booked and replete, as if by innovation I was seated between to young blackness association football players that had been competing in external tournament contest. They were dressed in shorts and the team colors, and log. I was still wet blossom and sexed up by my earlier thoughts from the premature quiesce undisturbed flight, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at maiden as they paid me little attention. They were probably in their early 20s and were conversing in a language I had never heard before, much less understood ? Once the seat belt signboard was turned off, the trajectory co-occurrence offered the passengers on these foresightful trajectory the option of lights out pillows, and blanket. So as to rest and wee-wee up the lost time and help overwhelm the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passenger had taken reward of this and many were in sections of the unlighted aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 long island and places along the shore line of Connecticut. But once through the overcasting it became only pretty blue sky's with nothing else to see that quickly became boring, and their tending turned to me. intoxicant. was usually spare on these long over water flights, and apparently they had planned on taking reward of this, by doing pot of crapulence to pass by the time.

The one on my right next to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in thoroughgoing English people sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a drink, and would not acquire no for an answer. I had done little drinking even during our sexual adventure because of my sire who was an souse and persuasion if I did would suffer little control of my sinful sex driveway, and as it turned out I was right ! I had told the flight of steps attendant to wreak only non alcohol-dependent sparkling cyder, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a scintillate Champagne ! My rima oris had been dry due to all of the gyp of trying to earn the flight of stairs, and although in the beginning had airline solid food, but had eaten little.

The drinks they bought me were wondrous, as I having no experience with Champagne-Ardenne like intoxicant, the bombilation along with not eating and the high ALT of air hose flight quickly enhanced my premature opinion and arousal, as they continued to talk, in this terminology I did not understand ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of transformation that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one seance by the window sensing my aroused disquietude said in perfect engilsh as he put his bridge player on mine, one with my wedding ring, said honestly your husband must really wish you to buy such a halo ! But did not removed his hand from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive espouse womanhood like me was traveling alone ? I was not prepared for such a interrogative sentence and with unholy guilt obviously all over my face, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my married man knew nothing about much lupus erythematosus would approve of !


I did not serve his question, which made it quite clear to him along with the hangdog looking at, ... I was up to no good ! From this point on his attitude changed and his hand was now resting just above my human knee, I said zilch, and made no sweat to advertise his manus away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in words I did not understand to his friend sitting in the aisle nates ? I had no melodic theme what to do or say and was holding my breath, as the other facing pages and placed a mantle the trajectory meeter hand given him earlier, that easily covered his friends hand and romantic indiscretions, or for that matter if anyone bothered to look.

The escape attendant had returned again pushing her cart full of bottles up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more swallow ? Both men bought several for me, this would make water six of the piffling bubbly bottles of what I thought was wonderful tasting sparkling cyder, I had no approximation was intoxicating. Not long after downing the cobbler's last bottle and me more loose than ever the cabin attendee turned all but the good manners lights out in our section, and with another blanket at our disposal, along with several pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this Danton True Young black soccer actor became a lot bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his other mitt down under my skirt in between my second joint to play and explore, I was wearing only panties under my skirt that were now, along with my full scrub 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 mark his aspect !

With his fingers searching and poking it took short time for them to find their around my panties, and into me I gasped holding my breath as his digit found my clit and started a slack sensual rubbing, in between pinching it, as his finger continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my lingua to hold on the audio of stimulating arousal from escaping my lips. A sinful shaking 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 unknown much less happen on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the lights coming on and the escape attendant announcing that we would soon be landing. My romantic familiar had along with his friend gone to sleep with his head on my shoulder joint that had during our sleep ended up on my boob with his manus still in my panties ! He also was awaken by the proclamation and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the cover pretending as if nothing had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the throng it was a busy prison term with passengers wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to wake up with these two young bootleg association football players on either position also waiting our routine to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in pure English with an even great grin where I was staying in London, and if he could be of any further assistance ? And that he and his friend would be more than happy to prove me all of the tourer visual sense of London, and much more nictation at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a friend at a private manse, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the young man said he would be more than happy to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and happy, getting the shout from Mr Powers, better known as Tyrone my black slave passe-partout that my new friend and soon to be sex slave partner in Tyrone 's stable of slaves, her gens was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr Powers my slave master had insisted I use his silver gray Mercedes Business limo, to pick Diana up at the airport thinking that it would pay her and I a better chance to get laid one another in a closer and more confidant way, and that I not let to aim and fight back 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 a lot, unlike many of the others, that were British symbolic representation. I used it sparingly for patronage when doing employment when I was in the UK and of course of study for play ?


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summer sentence on M20 to Dover and other stead with top Down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my defenseless breast at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry rest expanse and put on a show for them, much to their pleasure ! But sadly very few number one wood in the UK were bootleg !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would take honest attention of her, but the goal, of her trip, was to train and educated her in the shipway of thralldom, and compliance, here were pattern you know. Tyrone, Mr Powers My blackness Owner, would experiment on her au naturel eubstance with sensations of joy and abasement after becoming his property, and for at least a three calendar month time she had agreed to, and then make her conclusion. But was unaware of the particular of the contract she had signed with out reading at the sentence ?

Tyrone was a big secure, and great Joseph Black Bull professional that would take Diana to the extreme limit point of sexual agony and pleasurable abuse ! I was sure after conversations with her husband Jon, that Princess Diana, like me loved the mortification and sexual submission, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes line of work limo and a big black burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr mogul, Tyrone used for occasions like this. He was big Negroid man with dominating comportment would provide unenlightened women like Princess Diana cook to keep up any monastic order and fuck once in his 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 more than one occasion, but could encounter the purpose of filthy deterrence, that would bring naive oversexed cleaning woman like Diana swiftly to their knees, in tot up submission !
Her married man Jon had FedEx To Mr baron along with transcript to me, of her CV and legal documents of submission with quite a number of pictures of her, nigh were of her defenseless bound and leashed, in submissive compromising airs, but a few were in modest attire, however these ikon I had seen did not do Department of Justice to this char !


I was waiting at the arrival logic gate When I could see my beautiful new Quaker come through customs and security. I was some aloofness away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by several inches, and with a more shapely and seductive consistence, her chest and hip joint were a bit larger than mine but it was her lovely legs, and bottom that impressed me the most. The heels she wore were a bit high school for airdrome traveling, she turned looking back for a here and now as if looking for someone ? But I could see these dog made her legs second joint and troll tail end so more deliciously appealing, as the bright visible light from the reaching gate and concourse silhouetted and outlined her female form quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all !

It was a rather knit skirt and blouse that did little to hide her smasher or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and small change of location bag. I of course was not the only when one that noticed, her stunner as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The face of this dark haired sweetheart looked out into the gang of gravid friends relatives 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 conception from her husband she knew piddling about me. This would modify in only a few brief consequence !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crowd of travelers. We gave each early a hesitant hug and a straightaway kiss at beginning, but in entirely minute we were hugging and kissing like featherbrained young schoolhouse missy. Then two Danton True Young ignominious men dressed in people of color of a local British association football team, approached Princess of Wales ? One looked heterosexual at me with less than gentlemanly gaze and asked her if I was the friend she would staying with in London ?

Before she could say anything he grabbed her hand opened it and placed a bank note, then said as he continued to appear at me that this was his name turn and he and his acquaintance would be glad to show us the Nox spots around capital of the United Kingdom ! I looked at Diana in marvel, thinking she might not be quite so naive or inexperienced person after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laugh and excited small talk of the town we made our way towards the baggage area.
Diana
Never having been out of the United States Department of State before, and now in the UK was a first, the wonderful workshop we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colorful lighting of late evening in this gigantic airline end that overlooked the plane that were arriving and departing The foresighted trip and the people from every nation passing this way and that, as a splice woman by myself the sight was all quite overwhelming !


After all I had been through the excitement of it all, the drink on the plane, the romantic attention I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the closest ladies room, still with a questioning flavor on her face from the young inkiness 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 ladies elbow room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of row, when we got in there, the spot was like the rest of the drome crowded. We waited for a while and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very reasonably adult female and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcoholic beverage or the fact that this offspring pitch blackness 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 rule thing and said it was sweet of me to say so. Then one of the stable came destitute. I offered to let her go world-class, but she grabbed me by the mitt and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both lady friend and it would not matter !
Most womanhood have bisexual tendencies, but few act on them, unless there is opportunity, and not realizing this, opportunity was fast approaching ? My hubby had said at one clip he was amazed by the amount of women that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about other woman, but for some cause remembering about all of my sexual fantasy 's included former woman not all of course of study, but most as bisexual or out and out Lesbian, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our marriage and naked blindfold sex caper I knew from the starting early women 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 woman not giving lots thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual pleasure, and I could not admit to myself due to my religious upbringing that I, like many women was indeed epicene ?

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 front of me so we had to squeeze rhythm each former. It was a bit tight and difficult because of our breasts, and they were pressed quite closely together as her tush was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the door. I felt my nipples get hard when they touched, the touch sensation was good, but left me unsure, with mixed intimate emotions.

I lifted my chick up, pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet. As I did she promote her skirt and placed it over my head ? I thought at maiden she was just getting ready and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well shave pubic cumulation with a nice brace of voiced pink hanging down pussy lips, as she was wearing nothing under her skirt !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me bent forward her pubes were unnervingly justly in my face. I was fascinated though, because it was completely air, her button, and the ease was unclouded shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, and her inner lips 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 matter had swollen, and was twice as large as mine !.

I was beginning to finger quite warm from this in my look pussy of hers and trying to hurry up peeing, but you know how it is when you 've had More to wassail and been holding on for a while. Your little pee hole becomes a bit bashful and always seems to take its time to start and even longer to do ace business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue paper to wipe myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit surprised with my nose in her pubic bone, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knees bent and apart, at number one I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both custody on my articulatio humeri and pulled me to her ! It seemed so natural, my glossa easily slipped into her mouth and wet puss bend as I explored up and down her slit with my tongue my lips found her swollen clit her hands ended up on my brain and held me tight to her and in only consequence she succumbed to a shuddering coming, but it was the stochasticity she made even with the skirt between her mitt and my principal 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 various arcminute I tried then was finally capable to stick out up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My wench was still up around my waist and my scanty round my knees. I started to flex down to pull them up, but bumped my bottom against the tissue paper holder on the threshold lost my remainder and sort of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the toilet put her hired hand up to check me from falling, and her hands grabbed both of my breasts. `` Oh, I 'm terribly meritless, '' she said grinning, 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 pantie up, she grabbed my bare bottom and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my pussy through the full bush I had let grow ! My helping hand were up and griping both sides of the booth and I was staring at the tile behind the gutter. I do n't know what I was thinking, really. And then she started to go down on and lick me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could learn my married man or any man a affair or two ! There is just something about a woman going after another that is so sinfully arousing, as her apparently a epicene woman one that really knew how to throw a heterosexual laced conjoin char like me into a submissive bisexual person loose woman. She licked the outer backtalk first and tried to give suck them inside out, then ran her knife 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 backtalk was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going bout and round the out of doors, of my clitoris and I was starting to sense quite weak in the knees, not to observe having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flick her tongue around my clit and the outside of my inner lips and I had to hang on harder to the cubicle walls and personnel myself to outride upright. I was n't staring anymore. My eyes were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having difficultness breathing too, I am not indisputable what kind of strait I was making but they were certainly sounds of cruddy perverted sex !.
clock time seemed to stop as I felt her tongue and back talk slowly surround my clit. That forced it firmly against my pubic bone as she lovingly bit me at first just a fiddling, then a lot harder as she held me mean 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 name any more noise, and was sure as shooting I was going to draw blood.

She began running her glossa up and down between my inner lip again, and again circling round my clit, flicking it from side of meat to side with her expert emphatic tongue every now and then. I could learn myself breathing harder, and I could also hear people talking on the former slope of the door, the track of water, the noise of the hand-dryer and the heyday in the adjacent booth. I remember being vaguely worried that soul would know, what we two slutty women were doing ? My organic structure was tingling all over and my pubes were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal muscleman and ass cheeks were contracting so much that my chick fell on top of her head. I opened my center for a moment as I felt the social movement and saw her calmly use one hand to push it back up out of the way, and then draw out my undies all the way down to the floor, elevate my knee, and take out one foot.
As she pulled me closer purloin my leg up over her articulatio humeri, bending down further and turning her caput slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her tongue just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and lips against my clit, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be quiet down and taking in mess of spry gasping hint looking up at the ceiling and blinking hard, trying to clear my vision. I could feel my insides contracting in and out, and then I could n't quit myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing my pubes hard against her and hanging onto the walls for pricey life order to celebrate from falling !

I was panting and still blinking hard, and cum was leaking down both face of my thigh, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her nose into me, my paw left the wall and sort of gripped her head word just in time for me to arch into her with my second body-shuddering orgasm. I 'm sure I must give let out a most satisfying speech sound or sex filled pleasurable going loudly, but I do n't really remember ?

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 fair sex. Her hands still on my naked bottom pulled me firmly to her and gave a few last loving kisses on my sopping wet snatch before gently taking my leg down and putting my foundation back into my step-in. saying in a sweet and sultry voice a striver master never wants his girls to ever get into panties, and said you should start getting use to it, offering to pick out and discard them them.


I was not sure what to say ? As she reached around behind me and tore off some toilet tissue then wiped my second joint and pussy before hesitantly pulling my panties up completely, saying quite foiled well its okay for now.
Then patted my panty covered mound, pulled down my skirt and put her hands on my coxa 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 face lipstick smeared and all appeared in front of my eyes.

I heard her charge off more tissue as she wiped her chin, nose impudence and backtalk, threw the theme in the bowl, then took my grimace in her hands and kissed me full on the lip just like a forceful male lover would do. Her glossa rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, coalesce in with her own lushness. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the paries again so soaked that she had to pry my finger off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to recoup. She squatted down in front me and caressed my look. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my pass because I could n't talk. I leaned forward and kissed her on the backtalk. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient notion in my peg to be able to abide. `` Actually, love, `` 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 carrell stall.
I was blushing almost ruby from the expression, but Becka threw her head back, with an arrogant, disport spirit, grabbed my waist, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this time quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to look, that the two of us were more than just booster ! Some madam looked at us with rarity and others with disdain presuming we had been up to more than just sexual devilment, like two blue young slut. Most were busy with their own job as others came and went, and to my embarrassed substitute paid us picayune 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 stall were both gone ! Still flush from this over-the-top experience, I was now beside myself with headache ? It had my pass pocketbook and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in tears, and as a kept woman my husband had always taken care of everything, including my passport, all I had to do was pose for a photo and sign the papers.
Becka was most reassuring and said she had Quaker that could go on my behalf and reapply through the U S Embassy in London and once they explained it had been stolen, in a few solar day would give the needed temporary written 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 things 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 luggage claim arena, most from my flight of stairs, and due to our intimate assignation in the ladies room had already picked up their bags 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 call field about my checked bagful and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage tender from British people airway a nasty tongue lashing ! But unnamed to me she had already paid them most handsomely to ca-ca sure my bagful 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 round of events left me totally dependent on Becka a women 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 goose egg no clothes no money and no passport ! Still in somewhat of a daze, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hand to the parking area where Brutus the Negroid chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive silver medal Mercedes Business Limousine was parked.
He did not appear to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his looks size, and presence, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big nasty grim men, he purposely looked at me with sinful luxuria and intimidation in his heart this left me with occupy foreboding, and pussy tight and wet with expectancy ? I found out later it was his job to intimidate charwoman like me and he was very good at it !

Becka kept trying to reassure me that all would be well as Marcus Junius Brutus now more gentlemanly opened the doorway and helped us in. Becka said after looking me over and because we were both about the same size, said she had plenty of wearing apparel I could jade, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several days it would make no difference as I would need nothing, 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 rightfield ! I would own no pauperization of dress, as she reminded me that I would be a naked sex slave on a trio and ready for smutty calamitous men 's intimate pleasure and vilification !
Once in the opulence atomic number 47 limousine I noticed my surroundings and how nice it was inside this limo had dark tinted Windows in the dorsum that allowed those inside to see out, but from the extraneous no one could see in ? This was a most elegant automobile, and one I would spend more metre in than I could ever imagine ? Mostly as a naked saltation sex slave sent back and forth all over London and the UK for sinful sex slave submission ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Friend Becka ''