My New Life As A Sex slave To blackamoor Masters !

'' The arriver '' Chapter One

Cast of Characters

Diana

A 34 yr old splice White River cleaning woman, 5'6"tall dark browned hair'green eyes and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several tike still looked her best, actually younger than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very naive over sexed and insecure as to her looks. Her main plus is her unbelievable sex drive and a most sensitive clitoris, that with little view of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a girl made for sex ! One of her dearie sexual fantasy 's is to be a au naturel helpless sex slave to nasty total darkness men !

Becka

A 36 yr old petite attractive European char of Catalan decent is 5'4"marvellous with reddish brown hair and dismal sultry oculus. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"woman, that has tender nipples as well as an equally raw clitoris, she already is a willing sex slave to black men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex slave 's. She is quite devious experienced and worldly. She has been instrumental in finding women like Diana that are predisposed to head two lives, one of a traditional married woman, and the former as a sex slave and blackened cock fancy woman to and for men of color. She has offered to attend to, and help place adult female like Diana into this aliveness style of romantic filthy and opprobrious mixed sex, as a slavish slave !

Tyrone

Tyrone Powers, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the perfective pitch-black striver master copy, at well over 6'tall 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is much senior in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite becharm and is very good at seducing white get married womanhood that have sexual phantasy 's of buckle down sex with blackness man, but believe me he is no valet de chambre ! He is a devious bastard that will use any tactic to acquire the authority speed mitt and control of naively pudden-head and over sexed fair sex like Diane !

Tyrone has a prick that most men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of sweetheart with an enormous mushroom shaped drumhead that can get hard in an instant and stay that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous testis, that computer memory incredible amounts of cum. But his real art is his ability to both pleasure and abuse women sexually, and on top of that he is unsatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned legion white hook up with char as replete or voice time black stopcock sex slaves, and like many white cleaning woman wants Diana as one that will lead a two-baser lifetime as one, at least to start with ?


Jonathon :

Princess Diana 's husband She is the love of his life, and only wants her to be felicitous and experience sex the likes of that few cleaning lady will ever relish. They have had a most terrific sex lifespan full phase of the moon of sexual dangerous undertaking, from before they were married with naked parking out in the Grant Wood, to sex after they were married with strangers in seedy hotels. They have had incredible sex on New Years with Diana dressed in next to nothing at expensive hi class hotels, that always seems to end with hot nasty sex, and not always with her husband ! He knows that by sending her off to experience this illusion of hers he is taking the risk and chance of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so a lot 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 variety of sex that he and most white husbands are incompetent of giving..

presentation

A married Elwyn Brooks White housewife journey's to the UK in search of a coloured intimate fancy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become reality. Her husband has become close protagonist with this cleaning woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very same ideas and interest group, as to his wife Diana 's fate. They have discussed so many things about this sexual fantasy, of white women in slavery to black men and all of the nasty abusive harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the theme of of their conversation !

An concord has been entered into by the three parties for their mutual benefit, that has sealed Diana 's fate ! The rigorous legal written document she has signed has many essential, one she has been sent with a one way ticket, and only has enough money to last for several twenty-four hours. Her dress the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim domain ?
Becka in her first devious discourse of Diana has paid the baggage coach to conveniently stimulate all of her matter disappear. This will insure that she becomes fully dependent on her, who will see to her penury, and Diana will have no choice but to swear totally on her for everything, food money and clothes, along with a billet to stay ? The former demand is that anterior to her submission as a black cock sex slave, she not under any circumstance shave her pubes, and that she have a full thick bush for her initiation into bondage ?

Diana

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

I was a 35 yr old wed housewife that had an over active imaginativeness, along with an incredible sex crusade. I had fuse tone about a number of perverted fantasy 's ever since I was a young cleaning woman ! My stake in dark sexual encounters was so overpowering that populace moral, perception and even my own conscious, as to what was acceptable, along with the system I was about to enter into allowed me to easily brush all of these concerns aside.


There were several things that happened to me that perked my interest in mordant men. I grew up in Southern Calif and had no bias against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any thought to, or about dim men as a immature 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 affair that happened to me. Was my father, he was a big hansom man that loved to booze, gamble and seduce other charwoman ! This is where I am sure my sex thrust came from ? At barely 18 my father took me with him on various occasions where he played batting order with my uncle and several of his black booster in the all black region of southern California where I would serve them beer !
My Father never worked much, 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 flavor. Telling them I would make a in effect little wife, at one of these card games he had offered me up to these one-time black gentlemen, even patting me on my bottom inferring that I would be good in bed ?

I think, he would own never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young oversexed girl that masturbated regularly and had fancy 's of disconsolate opprobrious sex, the thought of me naked in the hands of these former black men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumors about my uncle who would tie my aunty up, strip her nude blindfold her and led these black men fuck her, these rumour were later confirmed when I found characterization during these plot of pitch-black men fucking my aunt ! These thoughts of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My first cousin Karen, their girl about four old age my Jnr at the time got hooked up with a various older shameful men when she was in her senior yr of schooling, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all Joseph Black surface area of Arthur Compton near Long Beach CA. She was a blond gloomy eyed cute slightly over free weight little thing looking for love in all the wrong places. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think several of my husband male admirer Fucked her mental capacity out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these black men several years later in her early on 20s and had attended a family 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 sign I had a rather interesting and arousing conversation with Karenic especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humble and sexually abusive, they would pimp her out to their Friend as a black shaft slut, but apparently she loved it !


sitting in my car she first showed me her female monarch of nigger tattoos on each of her bare bra less boob ! Then she raised her dame and showed me her fatal tool whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well utilize kitty-cat ! If this was not shocking enough opened her stage widely showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the pack was pierced right through the flesh of her rather large and horribly stretched clitoric membrane !

As a young tie woman trying to win over myself, more than her, said in a lupus erythematosus than convincing vocalisation I could never do such a thing ! But in truth, my view and sexual fantasy 's about such things, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in energize shock continued with Karen inviting me in to meet her two black lovers !

At first I made excuses not to, but my pastime and peculiarity as well as her verbal 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 sign she immediately removed all of her apparel ! At first I was shocked, as one of her calamitous masters appeared I was not certainly what to do or think ? He was sr. in his mid 30s and quite hansom cab ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big black hired man, and then ordered her down on her knees ! Then looked at me ? As Karenic tried to work introductions while naked and on her knees ! He then ordered me to pillage ! 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 business !

For me, my hubby had never been base or demanding as I had always been submissive and willing, he had only spanked my posterior 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 look on his face told me I had better ! His verbal threat followed by this harsh act left me stunned and in only consequence I was naked and helplessly on my articulatio genus next to her ! At about this clock time her early Shirley Temple master hearing all of the commotion had come to inquire ?

OMG ! He was everything the former black schoolmaster was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and several amber teeth ! He had a very filthy tone in his center that made me shudder, and the former man that had slapped me look so much more appealing ! With no disinclination or warning what so ever he unzipped his trouser and out flopped a gigantic black cock that was enlarging itself by the second ! I was scared to death as he told me to put my hands behind my back afford my backtalk and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard several times calling me a blackness Cock Whore, words that would become perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting more !
Then his cock now rock hard interred my willing open mouth as he brutally face fucked me intemperately and harder ! I had sucked hammer before but always on my full term and was very ladylike about it always kind and gentle.


It had been a bend on to contribute a man like my husband and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my knee and to have a nasty looking emphatic disastrous alien black-market do this to me had brought about sexual thoughts and profane wiz I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum cargo almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married char and that was not ready or worry in being a volition black-market pecker whore ! The very opposite though was true up and in fact the case ! As he roughly shoved me off of his dick cum hit me right field between the heart leaving me unable to see for a moment !
Then he jerked me up onto my feet, picked up my dress and bag placed them in my arms and pushed me out the front door and onto the porch ! It was wide daylight and others in the neighborhood watched smiling at my humiliating predicament, as apparently Karenic and some of their former offspring sex sluts had been naked and on the porch a number of times before !
So for others all mostly short black house physician 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 gummy blistering whack on my bare derriere, the sound of leather hitting publicise female shape was like a gun shot in the quiet neighborhood !
I screamed out so meretricious that over a twelve people were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my eyes, still naked I dropped my keys several times as I fumbled around trying to give the room access ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karen, and now to me was and even the rough brutality of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this site and at least in my illusion 's, were are about women like me that that only call for a threat or a lilliputian ill-usage, that could easily end up in situations where they have no option and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful black men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive upbringing and the fact that my father was a big good looking slit chasing guy, this is where I think my perverted fantasy 's and kinky sex drive came from ! This bizarre intimate encounter and the most stimulating sexual conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to happen !

This is where it started, and all through our married lifetime were academic session of naked bound sex play out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the excitation and unbelievable sex having no melodic theme where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of course the fucking I got from these men, and many I am for certain were black. It was all fun and game, but I wanted more !

My married man stage business had started to acquire Thomas More of his time and he was ineffectual to satisfy me or my needs the way he had in the past, he was going one way, and I the other. I learned later that Becka had a very similar experience, I like her had everything, money acknowledgment cards skillful clothes a car and nice house. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually frustrated, horny as hell and wanting with this nagging fantasy of naked submissive slavery, never far from my persuasion !


These intellection were the nasty abusive kind of total raw on my knees meekness with only a collar and trinity, and that leash in the helping hand of a dominant nasty inglorious slave professional, a man that had little concern what so ever for my wellspring being ! The sort that would use and abuse me sexually in the most harsh brutal and humiliating way !
My married man Jon had made all of the organisation for me, and had signed the papers that this break one's back master with Becka 's service had sent ! I knew footling about the contingent or flights 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 tomentum grow, it was quite strange, 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 portion of the ritual and requisite for becoming a submissive sex knuckle down ?

I was so naive and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken care of, as Jon had always done in the past, this left me deep in sentiment as to my fantasy, and how it would get a reality ? My trajectory On United left early around 6:00 am that aurora, and was a 5hr flight from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a short layover I would modify airplane, and circuit board British airway for another 7 hrs from JFK and on to the UK and Heathrow LHR.
My husband had seen me off, I had dressed modestly and looked like any early 30 yr old married womanhood traveling by herself. We both had ruffle emotions at my departure and once aboard, the sheet, I was surprised to see it was was half wide of traveller, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either side. I would cross numerous metre zones and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the eve London time.

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

From starting to jerk off at an early age followed by sexual illusion, my inaugural intimate encounters with my Padre uncle and his melanise Friend during these carte du jour secret plan, the sentiment of my aunt naked bound and being fucked by numerous pitch blackness men ! My starting time boyfriend tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my panties off and sucking me to my first oral orgasm, and the terrifying cerebration of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my first cousin Karen and her two fateful masters.
To our many kinky sexual escapade out in the woods or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by legion strange men, and many that were black foul 1, the look fucking my pussy sore and dripping all these attentive experiences that flipped through my mind left me wet and very sex, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The plane was recently getting into New House of York JFK, after which it was a madhouse of hurrying to make the connecting flight to Heathrow LHR ! The flight was over booked and fully, as if by design I was seated between to young bleak soccer players that had been competing in international tourney contender. They were dressed in drawers and the squad colors, and logarithm. I was still wet peak and sexed up by my earliest sentiment from the premature subdued undisturbed flight of steps, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at firstly as they paid me piffling attention. They were probably in their former 20s and were conversing in a spoken language I had never heard before, much to a lesser extent interpret ? Once the seat belt mark was turned off, the flying attendants offered the passenger on these long flights the option of light out pillows, and mantle. So as to rest and make up the confused time and help overcome the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many rider had taken reward of this and many were in plane section 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 landmarks of long island and places along the shoring line of Constitution State. But once through the overcast it became only pretty blue sky's with nothing else to see that quickly became slow, and their attention turned to me. alcoholic beverage. was usually free on these long over water flight, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing mountain of drinking to expire the time.

The one on my correctly next to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in complete 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 intimate adventures because of my sire who was an alcoholic and guess if I did would have little control of my over-the-top sex campaign, and as it turned out I was right field ! I had told the flight of steps attendant to land only non alcohol-dependent sparkling cider, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a sparkling Champagne-Ardenne ! My mouth had been dry due to all of the con of trying to make the flight, and although earlier had airline food for thought, but had eaten little.

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

The one sitting by the windowpane sensing my emotional uneasiness said in perfect engilsh as he put his hired man on mine, one with my wedding closed chain, said honestly your husband must really like you to buy such a doughnut ! But did not removed his hired hand from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive marry cleaning woman like me was traveling alone ? I was not organise for such a interrogative sentence and with iniquitous guilt feelings obviously all over my cheek, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my husband knew nothing about much lupus erythematosus would sanction of !


I did not respond his question, which made it quite clear to him along with the guilty look, ... I was up to no dependable ! From this point on his posture changed and his helping hand was now resting just above my knee, I said nothing, and made no effort to labour his helping hand away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in intelligence I did not interpret to his admirer sitting in the aisle seat ? I had no idea what to do or say and was holding my breath, as the former bedcover and placed a blanket the flight attendant hand given him earlier, that easily covered his friends deal and amorous indiscretion, or for that thing if anyone bothered to look.

The flight attendant had returned again pushing her pushcart fully of nursing bottle up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more drinks ? Both men bought respective for me, this would make six of the slight champagne feeding bottle of what I thought was marvelous tasting sparkling cider, I had no idea was intoxicating. Not long after downing the lowest bottleful and me more relaxed than ever the cabin attender turned all but the good manners lights out in our section, and with another blanket at our disposal, along with several pillows and no impedance what so ever from me, this young black soccer player became a lot bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his other hand down under my skirt in between my thighs to spiel and explore, I was wearing only step-in under my skirt that were now, along with my full phase of the moon Dubyuh very wet ! When his fingerbreadth found how wet my panty were I could see as we looked at one another even in the shadow, a knowing smiling cross his look !

With his finger searching and poking it took little clip for them to find their around my scanty, and into me I gasped holding my hint as his finger's breadth found my clit and started a ho-hum fleshly rubbing, in between pinching it, as his fingers continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my tongue to sustain the sounds of stimulating arousal from escaping my brim. A sinful trembling orgasm took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful fill, and exhausted sleep, never imaging that something like this could occur with total strangers much less find on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the ignitor coming on and the Flight accompaniment announcing that we would soon be landing. My amative associate had along with his friend gone to slumber with his top dog on my shoulder that had during our eternal rest ended up on my tit with his hired man still in my step-in ! He also was awaken by the annunciation and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the mantle pretending as if null had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smiling. After landing and parked at the concourse it was a busy clock time with rider wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to wake up with these two young sinister association football players on either side of meat also waiting our turn to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in hone english with an even gravid grin where I was staying in London, and if he could be of any further assistance ? And that he and his supporter would be more than happy to usher me all of the tourist muckle of Greater London, and much more winking at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a friend at a private abode, and honestly thanked him for his personal attending Then the Danton True Young man said he would be to a greater extent than happy to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and well-chosen, getting the call from Mr mightiness, better known as Tyrone my black slave schoolmaster that my new booster and soon to be sex striver mate in Tyrone 's stable of striver, her name was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr ability my slave master had insisted I use his silver Mercedes Business Limousine, to cull Diana up at the airport thinking that it would give her and I a better chance to make out one another in a closer and more intimate way, and that I not make to take 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 people symbol. I used it sparingly for business when doing piece of work when I was in the UK and of trend for turn ?


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summertime time on M20 to Dover and other spot with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my bare nipple at the camion drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry ease sphere and put on a show for them, much to their delight ! But sadly very few drivers in the UK were Black person !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would pick out good care of her, but the goal, of her slip, was to take and educated her in the agency of slavery, and submission, here were rules you know. Tyrone, Mr magnate My Black proprietor, would experiment on her naked body with sensations of delight and humiliation after becoming his property, and for at least a three calendar month clip she had agreed to, and then make her decision. But was unaware of the point of the contract she had signed with out reading at the clock time ?

Tyrone was a big strong, and gravid inkiness Bull Master that would subscribe to Diana to the extreme limit of sexual torture and pleasurable abuse ! I was trusted after conversations with her husband Jon, that Princess Diana, like me loved the abasement and sexual submission, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes business enterprise Limousine and a big black burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr Powers, Tyrone used for occasions like this. He was big Negro man with commanding presence would lead uninitiated women like Lady Diana Frances Spencer ready to pursue any club and know once in his billing she must do with out question 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 roleplay the role of nasty determent, that would bring uninstructed oversexed womanhood like Princess of Wales swiftly to their stifle, in total submission !
Her husband Jon had FedEx To Mr Powers along with copies to me, of her sketch and legal text file of submission with quite a issue of pictures of her, most were of her defenseless bound and leashed, in submissive compromising poses, but a few were in modest attire, however these pictures I had seen did not do judge to this womanhood !


I was waiting at the arrival logic gate When I could see my beautiful new ally come through customs and security measures. I was some distance away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by several column inch, and with a more shapely and seductive soundbox, her chest and hips were a bit magnanimous than mine but it was her lovely leg, and fanny that impressed me the most. The heels she wore were a bit in high spirits for airport traveling, she turned looking back for a moment as if looking for individual ? But I could see these heels made her legs thighs and round bottom so more deliciously appealing, as the bright Inner Light from the arriver gates and concourse silhouetted and outlined her female form quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing cypher at all !

It was a rather plain annulus and blouse that did little to shroud her beauty or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and pocket-size travel bag. I of course was not the entirely one that noticed, her beaut as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The face of this dark haired beaut looked out into the crew of expectant ally relative and devotee not quite sure who she was looking for, but when our eyes finally met I knew instantly who she was although never having met before, but apparently by design from her husband she knew fiddling about me. This would change in only a few abbreviated second !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crowd of travelers. We gave each former a hesitant hug and a quick kiss at foremost, but in only moments we were hugging and kissing like light-headed new school lady friend. Then two Young black men dressed in colours of a local British soccer squad, approached Princess Diana ? One looked straight 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 helping hand opened it and placed a note of hand, then said as he continued to see at me that this was his name number and he and his friend would be happy to show us the night place around London ! I looked at Diana in curiosity, thinking she might not be quite so uninitiated or innocent after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laughter and excited small-scale talk of the town we made our way towards the baggage area.
Diana
Never having been out of the province before, and now in the UK was a first, the tremendous shop class we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colorful lightness of tardy eventide in this mammoth airline pole that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The tenacious trip and the mass from every state passing this way and that, as a get married woman by myself the sight was all quite overwhelming !


After all I had been through the inflammation of it all, the drinks on the plane, the amorous attending I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the airless ladies room, still with a quizzical look on her side from the Danton True Young contraband 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 track, when we got in there, the billet was like the rest of the drome crowded. We waited for a while and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very pretty woman and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering intoxicant or the fact that this young black soccer actor 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 normal thing and said it was confection of me to say so. Then one of the stall came free. I offered to let her go first, but she grabbed me by the paw and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both girls and it would not matter !
Most women have bisexual tendencies, 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 cleaning lady that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about early adult female, but for some intellect remembering to the highest degree all of my sexual fantasy 's included other woman not all of course, but most as bisexual person or out and out gay woman, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our matrimony and naked blindfold sex fun I knew from the head start other womanhood had either watched or played with me, and suspected that some had even orally pleasured me. But It was only sex, and I was an oversexed young charwoman not giving very much thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual delight, and I could not admit to myself due to my spiritual rearing that I, like many women was indeed bisexual person ?

So what was about to hap was quite a sexual revealing. It was a fold fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in straw man of me so we had to twinge round of golf each other. It was a bit tight and difficult because of our titty, and they were pressed quite closely together as her bottom was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the door. I felt my nipples get severely when they touched, the feeling was good, but left me unsure, with mixed sexual emotions.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet. As I did she kick upstairs her dame and placed it over my header ? I thought at first she was just getting cook and had done so by misapprehension ? This showed a well plane pubic heap with a overnice pair of delicate pink hanging down kitty-cat brim, as she was wearing nothing under her skirt !. 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 barren, her button, and the rest was clean shaven. She was much like me. You know, really ping, and her intimate lip poked through the outer meaty I, but it was her clit that appealed to me the most, I guess when aroused, which she certainly was the matter had swollen, and was twice as large as mine !.

I was beginning to feel quite warm from this in my face pussy of hers and trying to rush up peeing, but you know how it is when you 've had Sir Thomas More to drink and been holding on for a spell. Your little pee hole becomes a bit bashful and always seems to admit its time to pop out and even longer to do 1 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 olfactory organ in her pubes, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knee hang and apart, at first I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both hands on my shoulder and pulled me to her ! It seemed so raw, my tongue easily slipped into her mouth and wet pussy folds as I explored up and down her slit with my tongue my backtalk found her swollen clit her hands ended up on my head and held me slopped to her and in merely moments she succumbed to a shuddering sexual climax, but it was the noise she made even with the dame between her hands and my head that was so sinfully erotic, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the place knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that carrel ?

After various minutes I tried then was finally able to stand up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My wench was still up around my waist and my panty round my knees. I started to bow down to rip them up, but bumped my bottom against the tissue paper holder on the doorway lost my proportionality and kind of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the toilet put her hands up to block off me from falling, and her manpower grabbed both of my breasts. `` Oh, I 'm terribly blue, '' she said smile, as she pushed me back up and slowly let go, I stammered that it was all my fault.
'' Here, '' she offered, `` let me help you. '' Her weapons system came out but, instead of pulling my pantie up, she grabbed my bare tail end and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my puss through the full bush I had let grow ! My hands were up and griping both sides of the booth and I was staring at the tile behind the crapper. I do n't have it away what I was thinking, really. And then she started to suck and thrash me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could learn my husband or any man a thing or two ! There is just something about a woman going after another that is so sinfully arousing, as her apparently a epicene woman one that really knew how to gain a straight laced married cleaning lady like me into a submissive bisexual person slut. She licked the outer lips first and tried to sucked them inside out, then ran her tongue up and down the inside of each fold. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to feel quite thirsty.
At least I think so. My mouth was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going round and round the out of doors, of my clit and I was starting to experience quite weak in the genu, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flick her tongue around my clit and the outside of my inside lips and I had to flow on harder to the stall rampart and force myself to stay put vertical. I was n't staring anymore. My heart were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having difficultness breathing too, I am not certainly what kind of sounds I was making but they were certainly audio of awful perverted sex !.
time seemed to hold back as I felt her tongue and lips slowly surround my clitoris. That forced it firmly against my pubic off-white as she lovingly bit me at first just a little, then a great deal harder as she held me pixilated to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to collapse on top of her. I was biting my own lip so hard, trying not to induce any more dissonance, and was sure I was going to draw blood.

She began running her glossa up and down between my intimate lips again, and again circling round my clit, flicking it from side to side with her good forceful tongue every now and then. I could learn myself breathing harder, and I could also hear citizenry talking on the other English of the door, the running of water, the noise of the hand-dryer and the flush in the next cubicle. I remember being vaguely worried that someone would experience, what we two slutty adult female were doing ? My body was tingling all over and my pubes were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal muscles and ass cheeks were contracting so much that my skirt fell on top of her chief. I opened my heart for a moment as I felt the drive and saw her calmly use one hired hand to push it back up out of the way, and then pull my undies all the way down to the floor, lift my knee, and pull one foot.
As she pulled me closer upraised my leg up over her shoulder joint, bending down further and turning her head slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her clapper just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and sass against my clit, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be quiet and taking in circumstances of quick gasping hint looking up at the ceiling and blinking strong, trying to unclutter my visual modality. I could feel my inside contracting in and out, and then I could n't quit myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing my pubes hard against her and hanging onto the bulwark for dear life order to keep from falling !

I was panting and still blinking arduous, and cum was leaking down both sides of my second joint, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her olfactory organ into me, my manpower left the bulwark and sorting of gripped her head just in clock time for me to arch into her with my second gear body-shuddering coming. I 'm for sure I must have let out a most substantial sound or sex filled enjoyable loss loudly, but I do n't really remember ?

The one knee I was standing on completely gave way, and the fact that I was holding on to her stopped me from tumbling down on top of this cleaning woman. Her hands still on my nude tush pulled me firmly to her and gave a few end loving kisses on my sopping wet pussycat before gently taking my leg down and putting my ft back into my panties. saying in a sweet and sensual vocalism a slave master never wants his girls to ever wear panties, and said you should set about getting use to it, offering to take and cast away them them.


I was not sure what to say ? As she reached around behind me and tore off some stool tissue paper then wiped my thighs and pussy before hesitantly pulling my scanty up completely, saying quite disappointed well its okay for now.
Then patted my panty covered cumulation, pulled down my skirt and put her hired man on my pelvic girdle to push me back far enough so she could stand up. I was staring in a daze, and probably my mouth was full open, when her beautiful facial expression lip rouge smeared and all appeared in figurehead of my eyes.

I heard her tear off more tissue as she wiped her mentum, nuzzle nerve and lips, threw the theme in the bowling ball, then took my face in her hands and kissed me good on the lips just like a emphatic male buff would do. Her tongue rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, mixed in with her own luxuriance. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the bulwark again so crocked that she had to pry my digit off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to recover. She squatted down in movement me and caressed my face. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my foreland because I could n't tattle. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient feeling in my peg to be capable to stand. `` Actually, love, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do ask to go now, '' and we danced around again so she could go.

needle to say, we got more than a few strange and knowing looking as we came out of the kiosk stall.
I was blushing almost crimson from the look, but Becka threw her head back, with an arrogant, amused expression, grabbed my waist, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this time quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to search, that the two of us were More than just friends ! Some ladies looked at us with curiosity and others with patronage presuming we had been up to more than just sexual mischief, like two juicy young sluts. Most were busy with their own business as others came and went, and to my embarrassed rest paid us petty attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coat I had hug on the threshold, and my carry bag I had left on the flooring outside the booth were both gone ! Still flush from this sinful experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my passport pocketbook and money along with the few personal matter I had taken with me. I was quickly in tears, and as a kept adult female my married man had always taken care of everything, including my recommendation, all I had to do was amaze for a movie and bless the papers.
Becka was most reassuring and said she had friends that could go on my behalf and reapply through the U S Embassy in London and once they explained it had been stolen, in a few days would sustain the required temporary worker paper, and a new passport. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had nigh all of my things in the bigger bag I had checked


From there still uncertain and wet, not only from the tears ! It was down the escalator to the luggage claim area, nigh from my flight, and due to our intimate assignation in the ladies room had already picked up their bags and had left, only a few were left going around and around on the carousel but none were mine ?
Finally we inquired at the baggage claim area about my checked traveling bag and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage attendants from British Airways a nasty natural language lashing ! But stranger to me she had already paid them most handsomely to bring in for certain my handbag disappeared ! They were quite convincingly apologetic, insisting they would be found and delivered to Becka 's apartment in a day or so, but this would never be.
This unexpected play of case left me totally dependent on Becka a womanhood I had just met and barely knew, but from our other intimate hugging petting and most fantastic pleasuring of each other I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had cipher no clothes no money and no recommendation ! Still in somewhat of a shock, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hand to the parking area where Brutus the black chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive silver Mercedes Business Limousine was parked.
He did not look to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his feel size, and presence, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big nasty black-market men, he purposely looked at me with sinful lust and intimidation in his eyes this left me with concern foreboding, and pussy tight and wet with anticipation ? I found out later it was his job to intimidate cleaning lady like me and he was very good at it !

Becka kept trying to assure me that all would be well as Brutus now more gentlemanly opened the door and helped us in. Becka said after looking me over and because we were both about the same size of it, said she had plenty of clothes I could assume, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several sidereal day it would earn no difference as I would necessitate nothing, once I became Mr Powers submissive sex slave !
From this gossip it dawned on me and I finally realized why and what I had came for, and as such she was good ! I would have no motivation of dress, as she reminded me that I would be a au naturel sex slave on a three and ready for cruddy Negro men 's intimate pleasure and abuse !
Once in the luxury silver limousine I noticed my surround and how decent it was inside this limousine had dark tinted windows in the back that allowed those inside to see out, but from the outdoors no one could see in ? This was a most elegant motorcar, and one I would spend more than time in than I could ever ideate ? Mostly as a naked limit sex slave sent back and forth all over London and the UK for over-the-top sex slave meekness ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New protagonist Becka ''