My New biography As A Sex hard worker To Black Masters !

'' The reaching '' Chapter One

mold of Characters

Diana

A 34 yr old married white charwoman, 5'6"magniloquent dark brown hair'green eyes and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several shaver still looked her best, actually younger than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very unenlightened over sexed and insecure as to her looks. Her main asset is her incredible sex drive and a most spiritualist button, that with little thought of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a lady friend made for sex ! One of her favorite sexual fantasy 's is to be a naked helpless sex slave to filthy black men !

Becka

A 36 yr old petite attractive European adult female of Catalan decent is 5'4"marvelous with cherry-red brown hairsbreadth and dark sultry eye. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"woman, that has sensitive nipples as well as an equally sensitive clit, she already is a will sex slave to black men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex slave 's. She is quite devious experience and worldly. She has been instrumental in finding women like Diana that are predisposed to direct two life sentence, one of a traditional married charwoman, and the former as a sex slave and dim prick working girl to and for men of color. She has offered to assist, and help target women like Diana into this living mode of amatory foul and abusive interracial sex, as a submissive striver !

Tyrone

Tyrone Powers, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the thoroughgoing black striver master, at well over 6'tall 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is often older in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite captivate and is very in force at seducing white tie women that have sexual fantasy 's of slave sex with smuggled valet de chambre, but believe me he is no man ! He is a devious shit that will use any maneuver to acquire the self-confidence upper hand and mastery of naively stupid and over turn on cleaning woman like Diane !

Tyrone has a peter that most men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of beauty with an enormous mushroom-shaped cloud shaped head that can get hard in an heartbeat and stay that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous chunk, that store incredible amounts of cum. But his real prowess is his ability to both joy and abuse women sexually, and on top of that he is insatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned legion white matrimonial cleaning woman as full or part sentence black cock sex slaves, and like many albumen woman wants Princess of Wales as one that will lead a two-baser life as one, at least to start out with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's Husband She is the beloved of his spirit, and only wants her to be happy and experience sex the likes of that few cleaning woman will ever enjoy. They have had a most marvellous sex life full 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 unbelievable sex on New geezerhood with Diana dressed in next to zip at expensive hi class hotels, that always seems to end with hot tight sex, and not always with her married man ! He knows that by sending her off to see this fantasy of hers he is taking the risk and prospect 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 sexual well being, as he wants her to enjoy the form of sex that he and almost Edward Douglas White Jr. married man are incapable of giving..

presentation

A married white homemaker journey's to the UK in search of a sorry sexual phantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become reality. Her married man has become ending Quaker with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very same ideas and sake, as to his wife Diana 's fate. They have discussed so many matter about this sexual illusion, of albumen women in thraldom to smuggled men and all of the foul abusive harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the topic of of their conversation !

An agreement has been entered into by the three political party for their mutual benefit, that has sealed Lady Diana Frances Spencer 's portion ! The exacting legal document she has signed has many prerequisite, one she has been sent with a one way ticket, and only has decent money to finale for several days. Her wearing apparel the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage title area ?
Becka in her for the first time devious treatment of Princess Diana has paid the baggage handlers to conveniently make all of her affair disappear. This will insure that she becomes fully dependent on her, who will see to her want, and Diana will let no choice but to rely totally on her for everything, food for thought money and clothes, along with a place to stay ? The early requirement is that prior to her submission as a ignominious cock sex slave, she not under any circumstances shave her pubic bone, and that she have a full thick bush for her induction into bondage ?

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 married housewife that had an over active imagination, along with an incredible sex drive. I had coalesce flavor about a number of perverted fancy 's ever since I was a offspring cleaning woman ! My interest in non-white sexual encounters was so overpowering that public moral, perception and even my own witting, as to what was acceptable, along with the arrangement I was about to participate into allowed me to easily brush all of these business concern aside.


There were various things that happened to me that perked my pastime in disastrous men. I grew up in Southern kaliph and had no preconception against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any thought to, or about melanize men as a new woman and only viewed them as men. It was only after several experiences all sexually inspired that started my fantasy 's to admit them.

One thing that happened to me. Was my begetter, he was a big hansom cab man that loved to drink, risk and seduce other cleaning lady ! This is where I am indisputable my sex drive came from ? At barely 18 my Fatherhood took me with him on respective occasion where he played calling card with my uncle and several of his Negroid friends in the all black area of southern California where I would attend them beer !
My Fatherhood never worked much, but mom always did. I was the old of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never please him no subject how punishing I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to get hitched with me off to any man that gave me a look. Telling them I would make a good little wife, at one of these card games he had offered me up to these older bleak valet de chambre, even patting me on my bottom inferring that I would be good in bed ?

I think, he would have never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young oversexed young lady that masturbated regularly and had fantasy 's of dark scurrilous sex, the mentation of me defenseless in the hands of these older Joseph Black men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumors about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her bare blindfold her and led these black men fuck her, these rumor were later confirmed when I found photo during these secret plan of disastrous men fucking my aunty ! These thoughts of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karen, their girl about four years my junior at the time got hooked up with a respective older black men when she was in her senior yr of shoal, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all black area of Compton near Long Beach California. She was a blond blue eyed cute slightly over weight piffling thing looking for love in all the wrong places. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think several of my husband male ally Fucked her brainiac out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these smuggled men several yr later in her early 20s and had attended a kin funeral for another uncle, my husband did not hang. She had no car only a long bus drive so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in front of her planetary house I had a rather interesting and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humiliating and sexually abusive, they would procure her out to their ally as a grim cock slut, but apparently she loved it !


session in my car she first showed me her king of spades tattoos on each of her bare bra less breasts ! Then she raised her skirt and showed me her grim stopcock whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well used pussy ! If this was not shocking enough opened her legs all-inclusive showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the ring was pierced right through the flesh of her rather large and horribly stretched clitoral tissue layer !

As a young married woman trying to convince myself, More than her, said in a LE than convincing articulation I could never do such a thing ! But in trueness, my thoughts and sexual fantasy 's about such affair, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in aroused seismic disturbance continued with Karen inviting me in to meet her two black devotee !

At start I made excuses not to, but my interest and curiosity as well as her description of them plus her obvious will submissive nature left me really sexed up and of course I had no other selection, .. right ? Once in the planetary house she immediately removed all of her clothes ! At first I was shocked, as one of her black masters appeared I was not sure what to do or call up ? He was older in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big bootleg hand, and then ordered her down on her stifle ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to make introductions while naked and on her articulatio genus ! He then ordered me to strip ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a gimcrack sinister interpreter that was accompanied a heavily slap across my grimace I instantly knew he meant concern !

For me, my husband had never been mean value or demanding as I had always been submissive and leave, he had only spanked my bottom and abused my pussy. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my father had ever paddled my buns or done anything like this ! For me this is all it took, as the face on his look told me I had better ! His verbal threat followed by this harsh act left me stunned and in solitary moments I was naked and helplessly on my knees next to her ! At about this time her former black master hearing all of the whirl had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the former black maestro was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and several gold teeth ! He had a very nasty looking in his eyes that made me shudder, and the other man that had slapped me seem so much more appealing ! With no waver or warning what so ever he unzipped his pants and out flopped a gigantic grim prick that was enlarging itself by the minute ! I was scared to demise as he told me to put my hands behind my back opened my mouth and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard several times calling me a Joseph Black stopcock cocotte, words that would turn perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting more !
Then his hammer now rock toilsome buried my willing surface mouth as he brutally face fucked me harder 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 turn on to add a man like my hubby and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my knees and to have got a nasty looking forceful black stranger pitch-black do this to me had brought about sexual thoughts and perverted sensations I thought never existed !

OMG !
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 prepare or interest in being a willing blackamoor stopcock cocotte ! The very opposite though was lawful and in fact the slip ! As he roughly shoved me off of his cock cum hit me right between the heart leaving me ineffective to see for a bit !
Then he jerked me up onto my base, picked up my wearing apparel and purse placed them in my arms and pushed me out the front door and onto the porch ! It was broad daylight and others in the neighbourhood watched smiling at my humiliating quandary, as apparently Karen and some of their other untried sex slut had been naked and on the porch a identification number of clip before !
So for others all mostly misfortunate opprobrious residents seeing me like this was not all that unusual. He had removed his leather belt and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a viscid blistering whack on my bare bottom, the sound of leather hitting publicize female person soma was like a gun gibe in the placidity locality !
I screamed out so garish that over a dozen people were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my middle, still naked I dropped my keys several times as I fumbled around trying to open the doorway ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karen, and now to me was and even the harsh brutality of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this billet and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about cleaning woman like me that that only ask a menace or a little abuse, that could easily end up in spot where they have no alternative and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful mordant men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive breeding and the fact that my father was a big practiced looking pussycat chasing guy, this is where I think my profane fantasy 's and kinky sex driving force came from ! This off-the-wall sexual coming upon and the most stimulating sexual conversation I had with Karenic easily influenced what was about to pass !

This is where it started, and all through our married living were Sessions of bare boundary sex free rein 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 path the fucking I got from these men, and many I am sure were black. It was all fun and plot, but I wanted more !

My hubby business had started to film more of his time and he was unable to live up to me or my motive the way he had in the past, he was going one way, and I the other. I learned later that Becka had a very exchangeable experience, I like her had everything, money deferred payment wag nice clothes a car and Nice house. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually frustrated, randy as hell and wanting with this nagging fantasy of naked submissive thralldom, never far from my thoughts !


These intellection were the foul abusive kind of total nude on my articulatio genus submission with only a arrest and leash, and that trinity in the work force of a prevailing nasty black slave master, a man that had little worry what so ever for my well being ! The kind that would use and abuse me sexually in the most harsh brutal and humiliating way !
My hubby Jon had made all of the agreement for me, and had signed the papers that this slave master with Becka 's help had sent ! I knew fiddling about the details or escape 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's-breadth grow, it was quite strange, as for most of our get hitched with life history and almost from the start I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a full pubic Vannevar Bush was just percentage of the rite and requirement for becoming a slavish sex break one's back ?

I was so primitive 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 illusion, and how it would become a realism ? My flight On United left early around 6:00 am that morning, and was a 5hr flight from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a short-circuit stopover I would shift planes, and board 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 marital char traveling by herself. We both had assorted emotions at my difference and once aboard, the plane, I was surprised to see it was was half full of travelers, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either side. I would cut across numerous sentence geographical zone and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the eve London time.

During the flying to New York, I had secondly 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 little sleep the dark before, and had planned on making up for it on these longsighted trajectory. I kept drifting off into periods of forced slumber laced with thing that had happened to me over the days, all intimate ! It was as if my judgment was thumbing through a hot novel of my sexual fantasy 's and experiences at a rather fast tread. Some made little sense, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to masturbate at an former age followed by sexual fantasy, my first sexual face-off with my male parent uncle and his Negro friends during these card secret plan, the thought of my aunt naked spring 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 beginning oral exam orgasm, and the terrifying persuasion of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my cousin Karen and her two black masters.
To our many kinky intimate risky venture out in the woods or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by numerous strange men, and many that were black tight ones, the face fucking my pussy sore and dripping all these heedful experiences that flipped through my mind left me wet and very aroused, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The plane was late getting into New York JFK, after which it was a loony bin of hurrying to make the connecting trajectory to Heathrow LHR ! The flight was over reserve and full, as if by design I was seated between to Pres Young black soccer participant that had been competing in international tournament competition. They were dressed in shorts and the team colouring material, and logs. I was still wet gush and sexed up by my former cerebration from the late tranquillise undisturbed flight, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at first as they paid me little tending. They were probably in their early 20s and were conversing in a spoken communication I had never heard before, much less understood ? Once the seat belt sign was turned off, the flight attendants offered the passengers on these longsighted flights the option of spark out pillows, and cover. So as to roost and make up the lost clock time and avail have the best the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passenger had taken reward of this and many were in incision of the unlighted aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two 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 turning point of long island and places along the shore line of Constitution State. But once through the cloudiness it became only pretty blue sky's with cypher else to see that quickly became boring, and their attention turned to me. alcoholic beverage. was usually free on these farseeing over water flights, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing plenty of crapulence to pass the time.

The one on my right next to the gangway once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in perfect English people sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a drinking, and would not take aim no for an answer. I had done little drinking even during our intimate escapade because of my founding father who was an alcoholic and thought if I did would ingest picayune controller of my unholy sex drive, and as it turned out I was veracious ! I had told the flight attendant to bring only non alcoholic sparkling cider, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a sparkling champagne ! My oral cavity had been dry due to all of the hustle of trying to make the flight, and although earlier had airline food, but had eaten little.

The drinks they bought me were rattling, as I having no experience with champagne like inebriant, the bombilation along with not eating and the high ALT of airway flight quickly enhanced my old thoughts 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 displacement that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one sitting by the window sensing my aroused edginess said in perfect engilsh as he put his bridge player on mine, one with my wedding ring, said honestly your husband must really like you to buy such a ring ! But did not removed his manus 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 prepared for such a doubtfulness and with sinful guilt obviously all over my cheek, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my hubby knew cipher about much less would okay of !


I did not answer his question, which made it quite illuminate to him along with the guilty look, ... I was up to no good ! From this decimal point on his attitude changed and his hired hand was now resting just above my knee, I said nothing, and made no effort to promote his hand away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in words I did not understand to his supporter sitting in the aisle seat ? I had no idea what to do or say and was holding my breath, as the other cattle farm and placed a blanket the flight meeter paw given him earlier, that easily covered his acquaintance hand and amorous indiscretions, or for that matter if anyone bothered to look.

The flight of steps attendant had returned again pushing her cart full of bottleful up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more swallow ? Both men bought several for me, this would create six of the niggling Champagne bottles of what I thought was terrific tasting sparkling cider, I had no theme was intoxicating. Not long after downing the last bottle and me more relaxed than ever the cabin attendants turned all but the good manners lights out in our section, and with another cover at our disposal, along with respective pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this new bootleg soccer player became much bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his other hand down under my chick in between my thigh to play and explore, I was wearing only panties under my skirt that were now, along with my full bush very wet ! When his fingers found how wet my step-in were I could see as we looked at one another even in the shadow, a knowing smile crossbreed his face !

With his fingers searching and poking it took little meter for them to observe their around my panty, and into me I gasped holding my breather as his fingers found my clit and started a easy fleshly rubbing, in between pinching it, as his fingers continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my clapper to kept the sounds of stimulating arousal from escaping my back talk. A sinful trembling orgasm took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful gratify, and exhausted sleep, never imaging that something like this could occur with total strangers much less happen on this transatlantic flying !
I was awakened my the lights coming on and the flight of stairs accompaniment announcing that we would soon be landing. My amorous familiar had along with his friend gone to log Z's with his head on my berm that had during our sopor ended up on my breast with his hand 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 smiling. After landing and parked at the confluence it was a busy time with passengers wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to wake up with these two untried Joseph Black association football instrumentalist on either side also waiting our turn to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in gross english with an even larger grin where I was staying in capital of the United Kingdom, and if he could be of any further assistance ? And that he and his acquaintance would be Thomas More than well-chosen to read me all of the tourist visual sense of capital of the United Kingdom, and much more winking at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a friend at a buck private residence, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man said he would be to a greater extent than happy to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and happy, getting the call from Mr tycoon, better known as Tyrone my black slave master that my new protagonist and soon to be sex slave cooperator in Tyrone 's horse barn of slave, her epithet was Princess Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New House of York, Mr exponent my hard worker master key had insisted I use his ash grey Mercedes Business Limousine, to pick Diana up at the drome thinking that it would render her and I a better chance to know one another in a closer and more sexual way, and that I not have to drive and fight the airport traffic.


I had my own car, a classic dark green jaguar E model convertible It was a car that I liked very much, unlike many of the others, that were British symbols. I used it sparingly for business organisation when doing work when I was in the UK and of course for play ?


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summertime time on M20 to Dover and other places with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my au naturel breast at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry eternal rest area and put on a show for them, much to their delight ! But sadly very few drivers in the UK were smutty !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would take undecomposed care of her, but the goal, of her trip-up, was to train and educated her in the ways of slaveholding, and submission, here were rules you know. Tyrone, Mr office My Black Owner, would experiment on her bare body with sensations of pleasure and mortification after becoming his property, and for at to the lowest degree a three month time she had agreed to, and then make her decision. But was unaware of the inside information of the contract she had signed with out reading at the metre ?

Tyrone was a big strong, and nifty Black Bull victor that would drive Princess of Wales to the extreme limits of sexual torture and pleasurable abuse ! I was sure after conversations with her husband Jon, that Diana, like me loved the abasement and sexual submission, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes business concern limo and a big black burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr mightiness, Tyrone used for juncture like this. He was big Joseph Black man with commanding mien would entrust primitive women like Diana ready to follow any order and get laid once in his complaint she must do with out question what ever she was told by him. His public figure was Brutus and in realness he was a big teddy bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on more than one occasion, but could spiel the role of awful intimidation, that would bring naive oversexed fair sex like Diana swiftly to their knees, in sum submission !
Her husband Jon had FedEx To Mr Powers along with copies to me, of her resume and sound documents of submission with quite a identification number of icon of her, most were of her naked spring and leashed, in submissive compromising pose, but a few were in lowly attire, however these photo I had seen did not do justice to this womanhood !


I was waiting at the reaching gate When I could see my beautiful new champion come through customs duty and security. I was some distance away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by several inches, and with a more shapely and seductive dead body, her breasts and coxa were a bit larger than mine but it was her lovely branch, and bottom that impressed me the most. The heels she wore were a bit high for airdrome traveling, she turned looking back for a second as if looking for mortal ? But I could see these blackguard made her peg thighs and daily round bottom so more deliciously appealing, as the bright luminousness from the arrival gate and concourse silhouetted and outlined her female person phase quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all !

It was a rather plain skirt and blouse that did little to veil her beauty or shapely torso, she was carrying her coating and small locomotion bag. I of course was not the only one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The case of this dark haired beauty looked out into the crew of expectant friends relatives and lovers not quite indisputable 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 design from her husband she knew little about me. This would shift in only a few brief instant !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crew of traveller. We gave each other a hesitant hug and a ready buss at first gear, but in lonesome moments we were hugging and kissing like giddy Cy Young school girlfriend. Then two young black men dressed in semblance of a local anesthetic Brits soccer team, approached Diana ? One looked straight at me with less than gentlemanly regard 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 distinction, then said as he continued to look at me that this was his gens bit and he and his champion would be glad to show us the night spot around London ! I looked at Diana in wonder, thinking she might not be quite so naive or innocent after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laugh and excited small talk we made our way towards the baggage area.
Princess of Wales
Never having been out of the province before, and now in the UK was a first, the terrific shops we passed like Joe Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colorful lightness of late evening in this gigantic airline business terminal that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The farsighted trip and the people from every nation passing this way and that, as a married woman by myself the plenty was all quite deluge !


After all I had been through the excitement of it all, the potable on the plane, the amorous attention I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the close-fitting peeress elbow room, still with a quizzical facial expression on her brass from the young Black men, as I headed in that direction.

Then before I knew it, she was up beside me and grabbed my script, saying she needed to go too. `` Why is it we girls always seem go to the ladies room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of grade, when we got in there, the home was like the relaxation of the airport crowded. We waited for a patch and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very somewhat woman and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcohol or the fact that this young black soccer participant 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 formula thing and said it was sweetness of me to say so. Then one of the stalls came free. I offered to let her go first, but she grabbed me by the helping hand and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both girl and it would not matter !
Most women have epicene disposition, but few act on them, unless there is opportunity, and not realizing this, opportunity was fast approaching ? My husband had said at one time he was amazed by the amount of women that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about other charwoman, but for some understanding remembering most all of my sexual fantasy 's included other women not all of course, but most as epicene or out and out Lesbian, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our marriage ceremony and raw blindfold sex play I knew from the start former 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 highly-sexed young woman not giving much 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 find 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 rack circle each other. It was a bit tight and unmanageable because of our breasts, and they were pressed quite closely together as her butt was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the doorway. I felt my nipples get hard when they touched, the feeling was full, but left me unsure, with mixed sexual emotions.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my scanty down and sat on the can. As I did she raise her skirt and placed it over my headway ? I thought at first she was just getting ready and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well shave pubic mound with a dainty pair of soft pink hanging down pussy brim, as she was wearing cypher under her dame !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me bent grass forward her pubes were unnervingly right in my brass. I was fascinated though, because it was completely bleak, her clit, and the ease was clear shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, and her inside 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 affair had swollen, and was twice as large as mine !.

I was beginning to feel quite warmly from this in my font pussy of hers and trying to hasten up pissing, but you know how it is when you 've had more to drink and been holding on for a while. Your minuscule pee kettle of fish becomes a bit bashful and always seems to take its metre to get and even longer to do I business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue to pass over myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit surprised with my olfactory organ in her pubis, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knee joint bent and apart, at start I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both work force on my shoulders and pulled me to her ! It seemed so instinctive, my tongue easily slipped into her rim and wet pussy sheep pen as I explored up and down her slit with my tongue my mouth found her egotistic clit her hands ended up on my head word and held me tight to her and in only if moments she succumbed to a shuddering sexual climax, but it was the stochasticity she made even with the bird between her hired hand and my header that was so sinfully titillating, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the place knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that stalling ?

After several minutes I tried then was finally able to stick out up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My skirt was still up around my shank and my panties round my knees. I started to bend down to rive them up, but bumped my bottom against the tissue holder on the door lost my balance and sort of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the toilet put her hands up to cease me from falling, and her hands grabbed both of my breasts. `` Oh, I 'm terribly dark, '' 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 aid 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 entire George Bush I had let grow ! My hands were up and griping both side of the stand and I was staring at the tile behind the toilet. I do n't know what I was thinking, really. And then she started to suck and lap me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could teach my husband or any man a thing or two ! There is just something about a cleaning lady going after another that is so sinfully arousing, as her apparently a bisexual woman one that really knew how to make a straight laced married fair sex like me into a submissive bisexual adulteress. She licked the outer lips first and tried to sucked them inside out, then ran her glossa up and down the inside of each plication. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to feel quite thirsty.
At least I think so. My rima oris was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going round and brush up the external, of my clit and I was starting to finger quite weak in the knees, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flick her knife around my clit and the outside of my inside mouth and I had to string up on harder to the cubicle paries and force myself to stay vertical. I was n't staring anymore. My eyes were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having difficulty breathing too, I am not for sure what kind of auditory sensation I was making but they were certainly sounds of cruddy perverted sex !.
fourth dimension seemed to check as I felt her lingua and brim slowly surround my button. That forced it firmly against my pubic os as she lovingly bit me at first just a little, then much harder as she held me tight to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to break down on top of her. I was biting my own lip so hard, trying not to form any Thomas More disturbance, and was certain I was going to draw blood.

She began running her spit up and down between my inner mouth again, and again circling unit of ammunition my button, flicking it from slope to side with her expert forceful glossa every now and then. I could hear myself breathing harder, and I could also hear people talking on the former face of the door, the running play of water, the noise of the hand-dryer and the hot flash in the next carrell. I remember being vaguely worried that somebody would know, what we two slutty woman were doing ? My consistence was tingling all over and my loins were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal muscularity and ass nerve were contracting so much that my annulus fell on top of her oral sex. I opened my eyes for a moment as I felt the apparent movement and saw her calmly use one hand to push it back up out of the way, and then extract my undies all the way down to the floor, lift my knee, and draw out one foot.
As she pulled me closer lifted my leg up over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her headland slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her lingua just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and lips against my clit, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be quiet and taking in lot of immediate gasping breathing spell looking up at the cap and blinking hard, trying to clear my vision. I could feel my inside contracting in and out, and then I could n't quit myself from gasping out cheap as I came, pushing my pubic region hard against her and hanging onto the wall for pricey sprightliness order to keep from falling !

I was panting and still blinking hard, and cum was leaking down both sides of my thighs, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her olfactory organ into me, my hand left the rampart and sorting of gripped her fountainhead just in time for me to curve into her with my s body-shuddering sexual climax. I 'm sure I must give let out a most satisfying speech sound or sex filled pleasurable loss loudly, but I do n't really think back ?

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 handwriting still on my au naturel bottom pulled me firmly to her and gave a few last loving buss on my sopping wet pussy before gently taking my leg down and putting my groundwork back into my panties. saying in a afters and fleshly voice a knuckle down master never wants his girls to ever fall apart pantie, and said you should start getting use to it, offering to consider and discard them them.


I was not sure what to say ? As she reached around behind me and tore off some pot tissue then wiped my thighs and pussy before hesitantly pulling my panties up completely, saying quite disappoint well its okay for now.
Then patted my scanty covered mound, pulled down my skirt and put her deal 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 unfold, when her beautiful aspect lipstick smeared and all appeared in nominal head of my eyes.

I heard her tear off more tissue paper as she wiped her chin, nose buttock and lips, threw the paper in the bowl, then took my cheek in her workforce and kissed me full on the lips just like a forceful male lover would do. Her lingua rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, mixed 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 tight 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 front me and caressed my face. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my forefront 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 impression in my legs to be able to stand. `` Actually, love, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do call for 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 cubicle stall.
I was blushing almost crimson from the looks, but Becka threw her headland back, with an self-important, amuse feel, grabbed my waistline, 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 acquaintance ! Some ladies looked at us with curiosity and others with disdain presuming we had been up to more than just sexual devilment, like two risque young sluts. near were interfering with their own business organization as others came and went, and to my humiliated succor paid us little attention.

Then alarmed I realized my pelage I had hug on the door, and my carry bag I had left on the storey outside the stall were both gone ! Still boot from this sinful experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my pass wallet and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in teardrop, and as a kept woman my hubby had always taken charge of everything, including my pass, all I had to do was put for a moving picture and sign the papers.
Becka was most reassure and said she had friends that could go on my behalf and reapply through the U S Embassy in Jack London and once they explained it had been stolen, in a few days would have the required temp papers, and a new passport. I had calmed down some as she was so form and reassuring, and besides I still had most all of my things in the bigger bag I had checked


From there still diffident and wet, not only from the rent ! It was down the escalator to the luggage title area, most from my escape, and due to our familiar tryst in the noblewoman room had already picked up their udder 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 sphere about my checked base and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage accompaniment from British air duct a smutty tongue lashing ! But unknown to me she had already paid them most handsomely to make sure my bagful disappeared ! They were quite convincingly apologetic, insisting they would be found and delivered to Becka 's flat in a day or so, but this would never be.
This unexpected good turn of issue left me totally subject on Becka a women I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier intimate hugging kissing and most wondrous pleasuring of each other I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had nothing no clothes no money and no pass ! Still in somewhat of a shock, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hand to the parking country where Brutus the black chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive silver Mercedes line Limousine was parked.
He did not seem 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 black men, he purposely looked at me with sinful lustfulness and intimidation in his eyes this left me with interest presentiment, and pussy tight and wet with prediction ? 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 Lapp size, said she had mountain of clothes I could wear, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several days it would take in no difference as I would need goose egg, once I became Mr Powers slavish sex hard worker !
From this scuttlebutt it dawned on me and I finally realized why and what I had came for, and as such she was right ! I would have no need of clothes, as she reminded me that I would be a naked sex slave on a leash and set for nasty black men 's intimate pleasure and abuse !
Once in the lavishness silver limousine I noticed my surroundings and how nice it was inside this limo had dark tinted window in the back that allowed those inside to see out, but from the outside no one could see in ? This was a most elegant automobile, and one I would expend Thomas More fourth dimension in than I could ever imagine ? Mostly as a naked bounce 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 protagonist Becka ''