My New Life As A Sex Slave To Black Masters !

'' The Arrival '' Chapter One

Cast of Characters

Diana

A 34 yr old matrimonial white woman, 5'6"grandiloquent dark brownish hair's-breadth'green heart and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several children still looked her expert, actually younger than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very naif over sexed and insecure as to her looks. Her briny asset is her unbelievable sex drive and a most sensitive clitoris, that with little thought of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a young woman made for sex ! One of her favorite intimate fantasy 's is to be a raw helpless sex slave to nasty black men !

Becka

A 36 yr old petite attractive European char of Catalan decent is 5'4"marvellous with cherry brownness hair and dark sultry eyes. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"woman, that has sensible nipples as well as an equally medium clit, she already is a volition sex hard worker to black men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex slave 's. She is quite oblique experienced and worldly. She has been implemental in finding women like Diana that are predisposed to leave two life sentence, one of a traditional married woman, and the other as a sex slave and black cock whore to and for men of color. She has offered to attend to, and aid direct women like Diana into this life style of amorous nasty and scurrilous interracial sex, as a slavish slave !

Tyrone

Tyrone baron, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the perfect black slave original, at well over 6'marvellous 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is a great deal older in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite charming and is very good at seducing white splice cleaning lady that have sexual illusion 's of slave sex with black gentleman's gentleman, but believe me he is no valet ! He is a shifty bastard that will use any tactic to gain the trust upper hired man and control of naively stupid and over sexed woman like Diane !

Tyrone has a cock that most men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of beauty with an enormous mushroom shaped head that can get hard in an flash and stay that way almost indefinitely, he also has tremendous balls, that computer memory unbelievable measure of cum. But his rattling prowess is his ability to both pleasance and abuse women sexually, and on top of that he is insatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous white married woman as full or part time black-market cock sex slaves, and like many egg white adult female wants Diana as one that will lead a double animation as one, at to the lowest degree to initiate with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's married man She is the honey of his lifetime, and only wants her to be happy and experience sex the likes of that few char will ever relish. They have had a most grand sex biography full of sexual adventure, from before they were married with au naturel parking out in the woodwind instrument, 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 cypher at expensive hi course of study hotels, that always seems to end with hot nasty sex, and not always with her hubby ! He knows that by sending her off to experience this fancy of hers he is taking the risk 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 sexual well being, as he wants her to revel the variety of sex that he and most white husband are incapable of giving..

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A married white housewife journey's to the UK in search of a dark sexual illusion that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become reality. Her hubby has become close-fitting supporter with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to suffer the very same thought and stake, as to his wife Diana 's fate. They have discussed so many thing about this intimate fancy, of Andrew Dickson White fair sex in slavery to black men and all of the foul scurrilous harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the topic of of their conversation !

An agreement has been entered into by the three parties for their common benefit, that has sealed Princess of Wales 's circumstances ! The strict legal text file she has signed has many demand, one she has been sent with a one way ticket, and only has enough money to last for respective years. Her clothes the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage call area ?
Becka in her inaugural devious intervention of Diana has paid the luggage handler to conveniently make all of her things disappear. This will see that she becomes fully subordinate on her, who will see to her motive, and Diana will stimulate no alternative but to trust totally on her for everything, intellectual nourishment money and clothes, along with a place to stay ? The other necessary is that prior to her submission as a dark rooster sex slave, she not under any circumstances shave her pubis, and that she have a full thick bush for her induction into bondage ?

Diana

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

I was a 35 yr old matrimonial housewife that had an over dynamic mental imagery, along with an incredible sex crusade. I had mixed tactual sensation about a number of wayward fantasy 's ever since I was a young woman ! My interest in iniquity sexual encounters was so overpowering that public morals, perception and even my own witting, as to what was acceptable, along with the arrangement I was about to enter into allowed me to easily brush all of these care aside.


There were several things that happened to me that perked my interest in pitch-dark men. I grew up in Southern Calif and had no prejudice against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any thought to, or about black men as a young charwoman and only viewed them as men. It was only after several experiences all sexually inspired that started my fantasy 's to include them.

One matter that happened to me. Was my Padre, he was a big hansom man that loved to tope, gamble and seduce former women ! This is where I am sure my sex drive came from ? At barely 18 my Church Father took me with him on several occasions where he played cards with my uncle and several of his Negroid friends in the all black area of southern Golden State where I would serve them beer !
My father never worked lots, but mom always did. I was the oldest of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never delight him no matter how hard I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to marry me off to any man that gave me a aspect. Telling them I would make a good niggling married woman, at one of these card biz he had offered me up to these older bleak valet de chambre, even patting me on my tail inferring that I would be just in bed ?

I think, he would have never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a Cy Young oversexed miss that masturbated regularly and had fantasy 's of morose abusive sex, the idea of me naked in the hands of these older black men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumors about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her au naturel blindfold her and led these disgraceful men fuck her, these rumors were later confirmed when I found pictures during these plot of disgraceful men fucking my auntie ! These thoughts of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karen, their daughter about four yr my junior at the fourth dimension got hooked up with a several sr. black men when she was in her senior yr of school day, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all Negro surface area of Compton near Long Beach California. She was a blonde blue eyed cute slightly over weight little thing looking for love in all the haywire shoes. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think several of my married man male friends Fucked her brainpower out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these blackness men several years later in her early 20s and had attended a kinfolk funeral for another uncle, my husband did not attend. She had no car only a long bus ride so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in front of her house I had a rather matter to and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite abase and sexually scurrilous, they would procure her out to their friends as a black cock slattern, but apparently she loved it !


Sitting in my car she first showed me her queen of spades tattoos on each of her bare bra lupus erythematosus white meat ! Then she raised her skirt and showed me her melanise cock whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well used slit ! If this was not shocking enough opened her branch 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 shape of her rather great and horribly stretched clitoric membrane !

As a young married woman trying to convince myself, More than her, said in a less than convincing representative I could never do such a affair ! But in verity, my persuasion and sexual fancy 's about such things, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in put forward jolt continued with Karen inviting me in to meet her two black-market lovers !

At low gear I made apology not to, but my interest and curiosity as well as her verbal description of them plus her obvious willing submissive nature left me really sexed up and of course I had no other choice, .. right ? Once in the house she immediately removed all of her clothes ! At low I was shocked, as one of her black headmaster appeared I was not sure what to do or believe ? He was older in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big black helping hand, and then ordered her down on her genu ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to make foundation while naked and on her articulatio genus ! He then ordered me to strip ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a tatty sinister voice that was accompanied a hard slap across my face I instantly knew he meant commercial enterprise !

For me, my husband had never been miserly or demanding as I had always been submissive and willing, he had only spanked my derriere and abused my cunt. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my father had ever paddled my bottom or done anything like this ! For me this is all it took, as the feel on his boldness told me I had better ! His verbal threat followed by this coarse act left me stunned and in only mo I was naked and helplessly on my knees next to her ! At about this metre her other black-market master hearing all of the hoo-ha had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the former black passkey was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and various atomic number 79 teeth ! He had a very awful look in his eyes that made me shudder, and the former man that had slapped me look so much more appealing ! With no hesitation or warning what so ever he unzipped his pant and out flopped a gigantic black cock that was enlarging itself by the endorse ! I was scared to death as he told me to put my workforce behind my back open my sassing and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard various times calling me a Negro prick Whore, words that would become perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting more !
Then his cock now rock heavy interred my willing receptive mouth as he brutally face fucked me unvoiced and operose ! I had sucked cocks before but always on my full term and was very ladylike about it always variety and gentle.


It had been a act on to bring a man like my husband and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my stifle and to sustain a nasty looking forceful blacken unknown black do this to me had brought about sexual cerebration and perverted superstar 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 marital woman and that was not ready or interested in being a unforced black cock working girl ! The very opposite though was lawful and in fact the casing ! As he roughly shoved me off of his cock cum hit me right between the eyes leaving me unable to see for a moment !
Then he jerked me up onto my substructure, picked up my wearing apparel and purse placed them in my arms and pushed me out the front line door and onto the porch ! It was unsubtle daylight and others in the vicinity watched smiling at my humiliating predicament, as apparently Karen and some of their other Whitney Young sex sluts had been naked and on the porch a number of prison term before !
So for others all mostly piteous contraband 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 mucilaginous blistering whack on my bare bottom, the strait of leather hitting bare female frame was like a gun shot in the quiet locality !
I screamed out so tawdry that over a twelve 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 door ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karenic, and now to me was and even the coarse brutality of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this berth and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about cleaning lady like me that that only need a scourge or a little ill-treatment, that could easily end up in situations where they have no choice and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful melanize men ! Again I was influenced by my subservient fostering and the fact that my father was a big beneficial looking pussy chasing guy, this is where I think my debauch fantasy 's and kinky sex drive came from ! This gonzo sexual encounter and the most stimulating sexual conversation I had with Karenic easily influenced what was about to happen !

This is where it started, and all through our matrimonial life were Roger Huntington Sessions of naked bound sex play out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the fervor and incredible sex having no idea where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of course the fucking I got from these men, and many I am sure enough were black. It was all fun and games, but I wanted more !

My hubby business had started to take more of his time and he was ineffectual to gratify me or my demand 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 cards overnice clothes a car and prissy household. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually foil, horny as hell and wanting with this nagging fantasy of naked subservient slavery, never far from my cerebration !


These thought were the nasty opprobrious kind of entire nude on my stifle submission with only a collar and leash, and that leash in the hands of a dominant awful black slave schoolmaster, a man that had little concern what so ever for my well being ! The kind that would use and maltreat me sexually in the most harsh brutal and humiliating way !
My husband Jon had made all of the arrangements for me, and had signed the theme that this buckle down master with Becka 's helper had sent ! I knew little about the details or flights I was about to take. Neither did I know much about this cleaning lady Becka, I had complied with one postulation and that was to let my pubic hair grow, it was quite unknown, as for most of our married life and almost from the start I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a full pubic bush was only part of the ritual and requirement for becoming a submissive sex slave ?

I was so primitive and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken concern of, as Jon had always done in the past times, this left me deep in thought as to my fantasy, and how it would become a realness ? My flight of steps On United left too soon around 6:00 am that break of day, and was a 5hr trajectory from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a short stopover I would change planes, and dining table Brits skyway for another 7 hrs from JFK and on to the UK and Heathrow LHR.
My married man had seen me off, I had dressed modestly and looked like any other 30 yr old splice cleaning woman traveling by herself. We both had mixed emotions at my passing and once aboard, the plane, I was surprised to see it was was half full of traveler, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either position. I would cut through legion time geographical zone and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the even London time.

During the trajectory to New House of York, I had second view 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 Night before, and had planned on making up for it on these long flight of steps. I kept drifting off into periods of forced sleep laced with things that had happened to me over the old age, all sexual ! It was as if my mind was thumbing through a hot novel of my sexual fantasy 's and experiences at a rather fast pace. Some made fiddling sense, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to masturbate at an early age followed by intimate fantasy, my first off sexual encounters with my father uncle and his black friend during these card games, the thought of my auntie naked edge and being fucked by legion Negroid men ! My get-go beau tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my panties off and sucking me to my commencement oral orgasm, and the terrifying thought of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my full cousin Karenic and her two ignominious masters.
To our many kinky sexual adventure 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 kitty sore and dripping all these paying attention experiences that flipped through my judgment left me wet and very aroused, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The plane was belatedly getting into New York JFK, after which it was a madhouse of hurrying to draw the connecting flight to Heathrow LHR ! The flight was over engaged and full moon, as if by excogitation I was seated between to young pitch-black soccer role player that had been competing in international tournament contention. They were dressed in shorts and the team colors, and logarithm. I was still wet flush and sexed up by my earlier thoughts from the previous quiet undisturbed flight, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at firstly as they paid me little aid. They were probably in their early 20s and were conversing in a linguistic process I had never heard before, much less see ? Once the seat belt mansion was turned off, the flying attendee offered the passenger on these long trajectory the selection of lights out pillows, and blanket. So as to rest and make up the preoccupied clip and help subdue the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passengers had taken advantage of this and many were in part 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 decent 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 cloudiness it became only pretty blue sky's with nothing else to see that quickly became boring, and their attention turned to me. alcoholic drink. was usually free on these hanker over water flights, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing pot of crapulence to pass the time.

The one on my right adjacent to the gangway once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in double-dyed english sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a drink, and would not take no for an answer. I had done little drinking even during our sexual adventure because of my Church Father who was an dipsomaniac and thought if I did would have small dominance of my extraordinary sex driving force, and as it turned out I was mightily ! I had told the flight of steps attendee to bring only non lush sparkling cyder, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a sparkling bubbly ! My mouthpiece had been dry due to all of the hustle of trying to give the flight, and although earlier had airline solid food, but had eaten little.

The crapulence they bought me were wonderful, as I having no experience with bubbly like alcoholic beverage, the buzz along with not eating and the high altitude of airline flight quickly enhanced my late opinion and stimulation, as they continued to babble, in this speech I did not understand ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of rendering that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one sitting by the window sensing my aroused uneasiness said in perfect engilsh as he put his hand on mine, one with my wedding ring, said honestly your hubby must really wish you to buy such a gang ! 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 develop for such a head and with sinful guilt trip obviously all over my case, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my husband knew nothing about much to a lesser extent would sanction of !


I did not answer his question, which made it quite clear to him along with the guilty flavour, ... I was up to no good ! From this tip on his attitude changed and his hand was now resting just above my human knee, I said zippo, and made no exploit to fight his script away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in words I did not understand to his friend sitting in the gangway fundament ? I had no musical theme what to do or say and was holding my breathing spell, as the former cattle farm and placed a blanket the trajectory attendant hand given him earlier, that easily covered his friends hand and amorous injudiciousness, or for that matter if anyone bothered to look.

The flight attendant had returned again pushing her go-cart total of bottles up the gangway asking if anyone wanted more drinks ? Both men bought respective for me, this would fix six of the little champagne bottles of what I thought was marvelous tasting sparkling cider, I had no idea was intoxicating. Not long after downing the finish nursing bottle and me to a greater extent make relaxed than ever the cabin attendee turned all but the courtesy lights out in our division, and with another blanket at our disposal, along with several pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this young pitch-black soccer player became much bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his other hand down under my doll in between my second joint to diddle and search, I was wearing only panties under my skirt that were now, along with my fully bush very wet ! When his finger's breadth found how wet my scanty were I could see as we looked at one another even in the dark, a knowing grinning crossing his human face !

With his finger's breadth searching and poking it took little time for them to find their around my scanty, and into me I gasped holding my breath as his fingers found my button and started a slow animal 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 sounds of stimulating foreplay from escaping my sass. A sinful shakiness coming took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful satisfy, and exhausted sleep, never imaging that something like this could come with total strangers much less happen on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the lights coming on and the flight of stairs attendant announcing that we would soon be landing. My amatory companion had along with his friend gone to sleep with his head teacher on my shoulder that had during our sleep ended up on my breast with his hand still in my panty ! He also was awaken by the announcement and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the cover pretending as if aught had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the concourse it was a meddlesome sentence with rider wanting off.

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


Becka ...

I was excited and happy, getting the Call from Mr Powers, better known as Tyrone my nigrify slave master that my new champion and soon to be sex buckle down partner in Tyrone 's stable of slave, her name was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr Powers my slave master had insisted I use his Ag Mercedes job Limousine, to clean Diana up at the airport thinking that it would collapse her and I a beneficial fortune to know one another in a tightlipped and more internal way, and that I not induce to get and agitate the airport traffic.


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


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summertime prison term on M20 to Dover and other places with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my defenseless tits at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry residue surface area and put on a appearance for them, much to their joy ! But sadly very few drivers in the UK were Shirley Temple Black !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would take ripe precaution of her, but the goal, of her trip, was to direct and educated her in the agency of thralldom, and submission, here were convention you know. Tyrone, Mr index My Black Owner, would experiment on her naked consistence with sensations of delight and humiliation after becoming his attribute, and for at least a three month metre she had agreed to, and then make her decision. But was unaware of the details of the contract she had signed with out reading at the time ?

Tyrone was a big unattackable, and smashing Black person Bull sea captain that would take Diana to the extreme point of accumulation of sexual distortion and pleasurable abuse ! I was sure after conversations with her hubby Jon, that Princess Diana, like me loved the humiliation and sexual submission, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes Business Limousine and a big smuggled burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr mogul, Tyrone used for occasions like this. He was big dark man with command mien would leave naive charwoman like Princess Diana ready to watch over any order of magnitude and know once in his commission she must do with out doubtfulness what ever she was told by him. His name was Brutus and in reality he was a big teddy bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on more than one occasion, but could trifle the role of nasty determent, that would lend naive oversexed cleaning lady like Lady Diana Frances Spencer swiftly to their knees, in full submission !
Her husband Jon had FedEx To Mr mightiness along with transcript to me, of her sketch and effectual written document of meekness with quite a number of pictures of her, most were of her naked saltation and leashed, in submissive compromising poses, but a few were in humble attire, however these flick I had seen did not do justice to this woman !


I was waiting at the comer logic gate When I could see my beautiful new friend come through tradition and security measures. I was some distance away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by various in, and with a more shapely and seductive consistence, her breasts and rose hip were a bit larger than mine but it was her lovely legs, and tail that impressed me the most. The heels she wore were a bit high for drome travel, she turned looking back for a moment as if looking for someone ? But I could see these blackguard made her peg thigh and rhythm bottom so more deliciously appealing, as the bright Christ Within from the arrival gate and concourse silhouetted and outlined her distaff form quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all !

It was a rather champaign skirt and blouse that did little to hide her knockout or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and small-scale travel bag. I of course was not the only one that noticed, her mantrap as others near by mostly men stared much LE discretely.
The side of this dark haired beauty looked out into the crowd of gravid admirer congeneric and lovers not quite for certain 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 designing from her hubby she knew little about me. This would vary in only a few brief moments !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crowd of traveller. We gave each other a hesitating hug and a promptly kiss at first, but in only moments we were hugging and kissing like featherbrained Young school girls. Then two Whitney Moore Young Jr. black men dressed in colors of a local British soccer team, approached Diana ? One looked straightaway 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 script opened it and placed a bank bill, then said as he continued to look at me that this was his name identification number and he and his friend would be well-chosen to show us the nighttime musca volitans around London ! I looked at Princess Diana in wonder, thinking she might not be quite so naive or innocent after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laughter and excited modest talk we made our way towards the luggage area.
Princess Diana
Never having been out of the states before, and now in the UK was a first, the marvellous shops we passed like Joseph Louis Barrow Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colored brightness of late evening in this gigantic airline terminal that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The long trip and the people from every res publica passing this way and that, as a tie fair sex by myself the sight was all quite overmaster !


After all I had been through the turmoil of it all, the drinks on the planing machine, the amatory attending I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the tightlipped ladies room, still with a quizzical feel on her facial expression from the young blacken 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 room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of path, when we got in there, the place was like the rest of the airport crowded. We waited for a spell and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very somewhat womanhood and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcohol or the fact that this young dim soccer thespian had offered to be my escort while I was in Greater London, or was I just getting bolder ?
Becka patted my bottomland most lovingly as if it was a formula affair and said it was sugariness of me to say so. Then one of the booth came free. I offered to let her go first, but she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both girl and it would not matter !
Most cleaning woman have bisexual inclination, 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 sum of women that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about other woman, but for some reason remembering almost all of my sexual fantasy 's included early charwoman not all of course of study, but virtually as bisexual person or out and out lesbian, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our married couple and naked blindfold sex drama I knew from the start other 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 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 raising that I, like many adult female was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to happen was quite a sexual revelation. It was a fill up 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 round of golf each other. It was a bit tight and difficult because of our white meat, and they were pressed quite closely together as her merchantman was pushed forward by the toilet-paper bearer on the door. I felt my pap get heavy when they touched, the feeling was salutary, but left me unsure, with mixed sexual emotions.

I lifted my doll up, pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet. As I did she grow her doll and placed it over my oral sex ? I thought at commencement she was just getting prepare and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well knock off pubic mound with a decent pair of easy pink hanging down snatch mouth, as she was wearing nothing under her annulus !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me bent forward her pubes were unnervingly right in my face. I was fascinated though, because it was completely bare, her clit, and the rest period was unclouded shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, and her inner sass poked through the outer meaty ones, but it was her clit that appealed to me the most, I guess when aroused, which she certainly was the thing had swollen, and was twice as large as mine !.

I was beginning to feel quite warm from this in my face pussy of hers and trying to hurry up peeing, but you know how it is when you 've had more to drink and been holding on for a patch. Your little pee mess becomes a bit blate and always seems to take its time to depart and even longer to do ones business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue to wipe myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit surprised with my nozzle in her pubes, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knees bent-grass and apart, at first I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both bridge player on my shoulder joint and pulled me to her ! It seemed so raw, my tongue easily slipped into her lip and wet pussy crease as I explored up and down her slit with my tongue my sassing found her tumefy clit her hands ended up on my forefront and held me compressed to her and in solitary moments she succumbed to a shuddering sexual climax, but it was the haphazardness she made even with the skirt between her hands and my head 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 sales booth ?

After several min I tried then was finally able to digest 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 bend down to pull them up, but bumped my rear against the tissue paper holder on the door lost my balance and sort of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the toilet put her hands up to stop me from falling, and her hands grabbed both of my breasts. `` Oh, I 'm terribly dingy, '' she said smiling, as she pushed me back up and slowly let go, I stammered that it was all my fault.
'' Here, '' she offered, `` let me serve you. '' Her coat of arms came out but, instead of pulling my pantie up, she grabbed my bare tooshie and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my pussy through the to the full bush I had let grow ! My handwriting were up and griping both sides of the stalling and I was staring at the roofing tile behind the toilet. I do n't know what I was thinking, really. And then she started to sop up and clobber me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could teach my husband or any man a affair or two ! There is just something about a cleaning woman 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 woman like me into a submissive bisexual trollop. She licked the outer lips first and tried to soak up them inside out, then ran her tongue up and down the interior of each fold. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to feel quite thirsty.
At least I think so. My mouth was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going troll and round the outside, of my clit and I was starting to feel quite weak in the articulatio genus, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flicker her spit around my clit and the outside of my inner lip and I had to hang on harder to the cubicle walls and military force myself to stay put upright. 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 sure what variety of sounds I was making but they were certainly sounds of nasty perverted sex !.
Time seemed to cease as I felt her knife and mouth slowly surround my clit. That forced it firmly against my pubic bone as she lovingly bit me at first just a little, then much harder as she held me closely to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to fall in on top of her. I was biting my own lip so hard, trying not to score any more than racket, and was certainly I was going to force blood.

She began running her tongue up and down between my inner mouth again, and again circling round my clit, flicking it from side to side with her adept forceful tongue every now and then. I could hear myself breathing harder, and I could also hear masses talking on the other slope of the door, the running of water system, the noise of the hand-dryer and the flush in the succeeding cubicle. I remember being vaguely worried that soul would know, what we two slutty women were doing ? My soundbox was tingling all over and my loins were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal sinew and ass boldness were contracting so much that my bird fell on top of her head. I opened my eye for a moment as I felt the movement and saw her calmly use one hand to promote it back up out of the way, and then pull my undies all the way down to the floor, cabbage my knee, and press out one foot.
As she pulled me closer rise my leg up over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her question slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her knife just inside me, and began rubbing her tooth and back talk against my button, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be restrained and taking in slew of promptly gasping breaths looking up at the ceiling and blinking hard, trying to clear my imagination. I could find my insides contracting in and out, and then I could n't bar myself from gasping out brassy as I came, pushing my pubes hard against her and hanging onto the walls for good liveliness order to keep from falling !

I was panting and still blinking hard, and cum was leaking down both sides of my thigh, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her nose into me, my men left the walls and form of gripped her forefront just in time for me to curve into her with my bit body-shuddering sexual climax. I 'm sure I must have let out a most satisfying sound or sex filled pleasurable press release loudly, but I do n't really call back ?

The one knee joint I was standing on completely gave way, and the fact that I was holding on to her stopped me from tumbling down on top of this woman. Her hands still on my defenseless hindquarters pulled me firmly to her and gave a few last loving kisses on my sopping wet pussycat before gently taking my leg down and putting my invertebrate foot back into my panties. saying in a sweet and sensual interpreter a break one's back master never wants his girl to ever wear panties, and said you should start getting use to it, offering to take and discard them them.


I was not sure what to say ? As she reached around behind me and tear off some toilet tissue paper then wiped my second joint and snatch before hesitantly pulling my panties up completely, saying quite discomfited well its okay for now.
Then patted my panty covered hill, pulled down my wench and put her mitt on my pelvic arch to push me back far enough so she could stand up. I was staring in a daze, and probably my mouth was wide overt, when her beautiful typeface lipstick smeared and all appeared in presence of my eyes.

I heard her tear off more tissue paper as she wiped her chin, nose impertinence and lip, threw the newspaper in the bowl, then took my nerve in her hands and kissed me full on the lips just like a forceful male lover would do. Her tongue rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, fuse in with her own lushness. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the wall again so tight that she had to pry my fingers off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to recuperate. 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 capitulum because I could n't talk. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient look in my legs to be able to abide. `` Actually, get laid, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do necessitate to go now, '' and we danced around again so she could go.

phonograph needle 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 looking, but Becka threw her drumhead back, with an arrogant, diverted look, grabbed my waist, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this clock time quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to reckon, that the two of us were more than just friends ! Some ladies looked at us with oddity and others with disdain presuming we had been up to more than just intimate mischief, like two naughty unseasoned fornicatress. Most were busy with their own business as others came and went, and to my stymie relief paid us lilliputian attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coat I had hug on the threshold, and my carry bag I had left on the storey outside the kiosk were both gone ! Still even from this ungodly experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my passport wallet and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in tears, and as a kept womanhood my hubby had always taken care of everything, including my passport, all I had to do was gravel for a picture and signalize the papers.
Becka was most assure and said she had admirer that could go on my behalf and reapply through the U S Embassy in British capital and once they explained it had been stolen, in a few mean solar day would have the required impermanent papers, and a new passport. I had calmed down some as she was so variety and reassuring, and besides I still had well-nigh all of my things in the big bag I had checked


From there still unsure and wet, not only from the tears ! It was down the escalator to the baggage claim arena, about from my flight, and due to our intimate tryst in the ladies room had already picked up their bags and had left, only a few were left going around and around on the merry-go-round but none were mine ?
Finally we inquired at the luggage claim area about my checked grip and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage attendee from British airline business a nasty clapper whipping ! But unknown quantity to me she had already paid them most handsomely to establish sure my handbag disappeared ! They were quite convincingly excusatory, insisting they would be found and delivered to Becka 's apartment in a day or so, but this would never be.
This unexpected turn of events left me totally subordinate on Becka a charwoman I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier intimate hugging caressing and most grand pleasuring of each other I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had nada no clothes no money and no passport ! Still in somewhat of a daze, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the bridge player to the parking surface area where Marcus Junius Brutus the black chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive ash grey Mercedes business Limousine was parked.
He did not seem to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his looks size of it, and bearing, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big foul blackened men, he purposely looked at me with iniquitous lecherousness and deterrence in his eyes this left me with occupy foreboding, and puss tight and wet with expectation ? I found out later it was his job to intimidate womanhood like me and he was very effective 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 same size, said she had plenty of clothes I could break, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several days it would draw no difference as I would involve nothing, once I became Mr power submissive sex slave !
From this comment it dawned on me and I finally realized why and what I had came for, and as such she was right ! I would take in no want of dress, as she reminded me that I would be a defenseless sex slave on a triplet and ready for nasty ignominious men 's sexual pleasure and abuse !
Once in the luxury silver grey limo I noticed my environs and how nice it was inside this limo had dark tinted windowpane in the back that allowed those inside to see out, but from the outside no one could see in ? This was a most elegant motorcar, 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 ungodly sex slave submission ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Quaker Becka ''