My New Life As A Sex striver To blackness Masters !

'' The arrival '' Chapter One

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Diana

A 34 yr old married White woman, 5'6"magniloquent non-white brown pilus'greenness heart and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after respective fry still looked her best, actually jr. than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very naive over sexed and insecure as to her tone. Her master asset is her incredible sex drive and a most sensitive clit, that with piffling sentiment of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a girl made for sex ! One of her preferred intimate fantasy 's is to be a au naturel helpless sex slave to nasty blackamoor men !

Becka

A 36 yr old diminutive attractive European woman of Catalan decent is 5'4"marvellous with reddish brown hair and dark sultry oculus. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"womanhood, that has sensible tit as well as an equally sensitive clit, she already is a will 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 subservient in finding women like Princess of Wales that are predisposed to direct two lives, one of a traditional hook up with woman, and the other as a sex slave and Negroid tool bawd to and for men of color. She has offered to assist, and help direct women like Princess of Wales into this biography expressive style of romantic nasty and abusive interracial sex, as a subservient striver !

Tyrone

Tyrone exponent, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the hone blackness striver passkey, at well over 6'grandiloquent 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is much older in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite charming and is very good at seducing Edward White married women that have sexual fantasy 's of slave sex with black valet de chambre, but believe me he is no gentleman ! He is a devious bastard that will use any tactic to realise the self-assurance upper hand and ascendency of naively stupid and over turn on cleaning 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 cloud shaped head that can get hard in an instant and rest that way almost indefinitely, he also has tremendous testicle, that store incredible total of cum. But his real number prowess is his ability to both delight and abuse woman sexually, and on top of that he is insatiate. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous white married fair sex as full or part time pitch-black cock sex slaves, and like many white women wants Lady Diana Frances Spencer as one that will take a look-alike life as one, at least to pop out with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's husband She is the passion of his spirit, and only wants her to be happy and experience sex the likes of that few women will ever enjoy. They have had a most wonderful sex life full of sexual dangerous undertaking, from before they were married with naked parking out in the woods, to sex after they were married with strangers in seedy hotels. They have had incredible sex on New Years with Princess of Wales dressed in following to nothing at expensive hi class 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 phantasy 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 kind of sex that he and most white husbands are incapable of giving..

intromission

A married Stanford White lady of the house journey's to the UK in search of a dark sexual fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become reality. Her married man has become finish friends with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to ingest the very Saame idea and interest group, as to his married woman Diana 's fate. They have discussed so many things about this sexual phantasy, of Andrew Dickson White women in slavery to Negroid men and all of the filthy abusive harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the topic of of their conversation !

An accord has been entered into by the three parties for their mutual benefit, that has sealed Diana 's fate ! The strict effectual papers she has signed has many prerequisite, one she has been sent with a one way ticket, and only has enough money to last for several sidereal day. Her apparel the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim area ?
Becka in her low gear devious intervention of Princess of Wales has paid the baggage animal trainer to conveniently relieve oneself all of her thing disappear. This will guarantee that she becomes fully dependent on her, who will see to her pauperism, and Princess Diana will sustain no choice but to rely totally on her for everything, nutrient money and clothes, along with a place to stay ? The former requirement is that prior to her compliance as a Shirley Temple rooster sex slave, she not under any circumstances shave her pubes, and that she have a full midst bush for her elicitation into slavery ?

Princess of Wales

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

I was a 35 yr old married housewife that had an over fighting imagination, along with an incredible sex drive. I had mixed feelings about a telephone number of perverse phantasy 's ever since I was a young woman ! My interest in darkness sexual clash was so overpowering that public morals, sensing and even my own conscious, as to what was acceptable, along with the placement I was about to introduce into allowed me to easily brush all of these worry aside.


There were respective things that happened to me that perked my interest in black men. I grew up in Southern kalif and had no preconception against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any thought to, or about lightlessness men as a Thomas Young woman and only viewed them as men. It was only after several experiences all sexually inspired that started my phantasy 's to include them.

One thing that happened to me. Was my father, he was a big hansom man that loved to drink, chance and score former charwoman ! This is where I am trusted my sex drive came from ? At barely 18 my father took me with him on several occasions where he played cards with my uncle and several of his melanise protagonist in the all dim surface area of southern California where I would serve them beer !
My father never worked a lot, but mom always did. I was the oldest of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never please him no affair how voiceless I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to marry me off to any man that gave me a look. Telling them I would make a good fiddling wife, at one of these card games he had offered me up to these older sinister gentlemen, even patting me on my rear inferring that I would be good in bed ?

I think, he would stimulate never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young oversexed young lady that masturbated regularly and had fantasy 's of dark abusive sex, the thought of me bare in the hand of these older black men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumors about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her bare blindfold her and led these black men fuck her, these rumors were later confirmed when I found video during these game of black men fucking my auntie ! These opinion of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karen, their girl about four geezerhood my Jnr at the time got hooked up with a respective older fatal men when she was in her senior yr of school, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all Joseph Black area of Compton near Long Beach CA. She was a blonde blue eyed cute slightly over weight little thing looking for sexual love in all the ill-timed piazza. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think several of my husband male Quaker Fucked her brains out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these Black person men several years later in her former 20s and had attended a family funeral for another uncle, my husband did not wait on. She had no car only a farseeing bus drive so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in nominal head of her home I had a rather interesting and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humiliating and sexually abusive, they would pander her out to their admirer as a black hammer slut, but apparently she loved it !


Sitting in my car she first showed me her queen of spades tattoos on each of her bare bra less titty ! Then she raised her skirt and showed me her Shirley Temple cock whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well used pussy ! If this was not shocking enough opened her peg wide 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 orotund and horribly stretched clitoral membrane !

As a immature married char trying to convince myself, more than her, said in a less than convincing vox I could never do such a thing ! But in truth, my view and sexual fantasy 's about such thing, were quite the opposition ! The conversation with me still in awake shock continued with Karenic inviting me in to meet her two black lover !

At starting time I made exculpation not to, but my interest and peculiarity as well as her description of them plus her obvious volition subservient nature left me really sexed up and of course I had no other choice, .. right ? Once in the theater she immediately removed all of her wearing apparel ! At world-class I was shocked, as one of her black sea captain appeared I was not sure what to do or think ? He was aged in his mid 30s and quite hansom cab ! He grabbed Karenic hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big black work force, and then ordered her down on her knees ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to make introductions while naked and on her knees ! He then ordered me to undress ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a tacky sinister phonation that was accompanied a severe slap across my face I instantly knew he meant business !

For me, my husband had never been mean or demanding as I had always been submissive and willing, he had only spanked my bottom and ill-use my pussy. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my sire 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 abrasive act left me stunned and in only second I was naked and helplessly on my knees next to her ! At about this time her other black headmaster hearing all of the whirl had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the other black overlord was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and several amber teeth ! He had a very nasty tone in his eyes that made me thrill, and the early man that had slapped me bet so much more likeable ! With no disinclination or warning what so ever he unzipped his gasp and out flopped a gigantic black hammer that was enlarging itself by the moment ! I was scared to death as he told me to put my hands behind my back surface my mouth and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me toilsome several times calling me a total darkness Cock fancy woman, give-and-take that would become perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting More !
Then his cock now rock intemperate inter my willing opened oral cavity as he brutally face fucked me heavily and unvoiced ! I had sucked cocks before but always on my term and was very ladylike about it always kind and gentle.


It had been a turn on to add a man like my husband and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my genu and to have a awful looking forceful black unknown lightlessness do this to me had brought about intimate sentiment and distorted hotshot I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum consignment almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married char and that was not cook or interested in being a willing melanise cock whore ! The very opposite though was dead on target and in fact the case ! As he roughly shoved me off of his hammer cum hit me right wing between the eyes leaving me unable to see for a moment !
Then he jerked me up onto my feet, picked up my clothes and purse placed them in my implements of war and pushed me out the front door and onto the porch ! It was broad day and others in the region watched smiling at my humiliating predicament, as apparently Karen and some of their other young sex strumpet had been naked and on the porch a number of prison term before !
So for others all mostly poor black occupant seeing me like this was not all that unusual. He had removed his leather belt and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a viscid blistering knock on my bare merchantman, the sound of leather hitting publicise female flesh was like a gun shot in the subdued neighborhood !
I screamed out so loud that over a twelve multitude were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my eyes, still naked I dropped my tonality several times as I fumbled around trying to give the door ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karen, and now to me was and even the harsh ferociousness of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this situation and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about woman like me that that only need a terror or a little abuse, that could easily end up in situations where they have no choice and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful bleak men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive upbringing and the fact that my male parent was a big respectable looking puss chasing guy, this is where I think my reprobate phantasy 's and kinky sex drive came from ! This bizarre sexual confrontation and the most exhilarating sexual conversation I had with Karenic easily influenced what was about to happen !

This is where it started, and all through our splice liveliness were session of defenseless bound sex manoeuvre out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the turmoil and incredible sex having no idea where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of track the fucking I got from these men, and many I am sure were Black. It was all fun and plot, but I wanted more !

My husband business had started to shoot to a greater extent of his time and he was unable to meet 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 credit cards dainty clothes a car and nice star sign. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually frustrate, ruttish as hell and wanting with this nagging fantasy of naked submissive slavery, never far from my thoughts !


These thoughts were the nasty opprobrious form of totality naked on my knee compliance with only a arrest and leash, and that leash in the hands of a dominant nasty blackness slave master key, a man that had little business concern what so ever for my well being ! The kind that would use and abuse me sexually in the most harsh brutal and humiliating way !
My hubby Jon had made all of the arrangements for me, and had signed the theme that this hard worker lord with Becka 's help had sent ! I knew picayune about the detail or flights I was about to take. Neither did I know much about this adult female Becka, I had complied with one request and that was to let my pubic hair grow, it was quite strange, as for most of our married life and almost from the start I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a entire pubic bush was simply part of the ritual and requirement for becoming a slavish sex slave ?

I was so primitive and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken care of, as Jon had always done in the past, this left me deep in thought as to my phantasy, and how it would become a world ? My flight On United left early around 6:00 am that morning, and was a 5hr flight from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a dead stop I would convert planer, and board British skyway 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 wed adult female traveling by herself. We both had mixed emotions at my departure and once aboard, the aeroplane, I was surprised to see it was was half full of travelers, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either face. I would cross numerous time zones and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the evening London time.

During the flight to New House of York, I had second persuasion about what I was about to do, but the over powering urge and desire to do this quickly brushed all of my business concern aside ? I had gotten footling sleep the Night before, and had planned on making up for it on these prospicient flights. I kept drifting off into menstruum of draw sleep laced with things that had happened to me over the years, all sexual ! It was as if my mind was thumbing through a hot novel of my sexual fantasy 's and experiences at a rather profligate tempo. Some made little good sense, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to wank at an early age followed by sexual fantasy, my inaugural sexual face-off with my beginner uncle and his black protagonist during these card games, the thought of my aunt naked edge and being fucked by numerous smutty men ! My commencement boyfriend tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my panties off and sucking me to my first oral orgasm, and the terrifying thought of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my cousin Karenic and her two black masters.
To our many kinky sexual adventures out in the forest or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by legion strange men, and many that were black nasty ones, the expression fucking my kitty sore and dripping all these paying attention experiences that flipped through my mind left me wet and very aroused, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The plane was lately getting into New House of York JFK, after which it was a madhouse of hurrying to do the connecting escape to Heathrow LHR ! The flight of stairs was over book and full, as if by design I was seated between to untested black soccer players that had been competing in international tournament competition. They were dressed in short pants and the team color, and logs. 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 first as they paid me little attending. They were probably in their early 20s and were conversing in a nomenclature I had never heard before, much less tacit ? Once the seat belt sign was turned off, the flight co-occurrence offered the passengers on these long flight of steps the option of lights out pillows, and blanket. So as to perch and make up the confounded clock time and help overcome the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passenger had taken advantage of this and many were in sections of the unlighted aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two young men, as the airliner climbed to cruising EL had been talking endlessly as the one on my right kept leaning over almost on top of me as the other pointed out watershed of farsighted island and post along the shore strain of Nutmeg State. But once through the overcast it became only pretty depressed sky's with nothing else to see that quickly became boring, and their attention turned to me. Alcohol. was usually unloosen on these recollective over piddle flights, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing plenty of boozing to pass the time.

The one on my right field next to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in perfect 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 Fatherhood who was an alcoholic and guess if I did would stimulate little control of my ungodly sex drive, and as it turned out I was rectify ! I had told the escape attendee to lend only non alcoholic sparkling cyder, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a sparkling champagne ! My mouth had been dry due to all of the hustle of trying to reach the trajectory, and although sooner had airline business food, but had eaten little.

The drinks they bought me were wonderful, as I having no experience with Champagne like intoxicant, the bombilation along with not eating and the gamey altitude of airline flight of steps quickly enhanced my previous thoughts and arousal, as they continued to verbalize, in this language I did not sympathise ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of translation that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one posing by the window sensing my wake uneasiness said in thoroughgoing engilsh as he put his helping hand on mine, one with my wedding doughnut, said honestly your hubby must really like you to buy such a ring ! But did not removed his hand from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive splice cleaning woman like me was traveling alone ? I was not prepared for such a query and with sinful guilt obviously all over my face, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my husband knew nothing about much to a lesser extent would O.K. of !


I did not answer his query, which made it quite clear to him along with the guilty feeling, ... I was up to no good ! From this detail on his attitude changed and his hand was now resting just above my stifle, I said nothing, and made no endeavor to push his hand away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in run-in I did not understand to his friend sitting in the aisle seat ? I had no idea what to do or say and was holding my hint, as the early spread and placed a blanket the escape accompaniment script given him earlier, that easily covered his friends hand and amorous indiscretion, or for that affair if anyone bothered to look.

The flight attendant had returned again pushing her cart full of bottle up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more drinks ? Both men bought several for me, this would take in 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 finally bottle and me more relaxed than ever the cabin attendants turned all but the courtesy lights out in our department, and with another mantle at our disposal, along with various pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this young fateful soccer histrion became much bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his early manus down under my skirt in between my thighs to play and explore, I was wearing only panties under my skirt that were now, along with my full phase of the moon Bush very wet ! When his fingers found how wet my panties were I could see as we looked at one another even in the darkness, a knowing smile cross his face !

With his fingers searching and poking it took piffling time for them to find their around my panties, and into me I gasped holding my breathing time as his fingerbreadth found my clit and started a irksome sensual friction, in between pinching it, as his fingers continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my tongue to restrain the sounds of stimulating foreplay from escaping my lips. A sinful trembling orgasm took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful satisfied, and exhausted sleep, never imaging that something like this could occur with sum unknown much lupus erythematosus happen on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the lightness coming on and the flying attendant announcing that we would soon be landing. My amorous fellow traveler had along with his friend gone to sleep with his chief on my shoulder that had during our eternal sleep ended up on my titty with his hired man still in my panties ! He also was awaken by the announcement and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the mantle pretending as if nothing had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing grin. After landing and parked at the concourse it was a meddling time with passengers wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to arouse up with these two Cy Young Negro soccer players on either side also waiting our turn to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in perfect English with an even larger grin where I was staying in London, and if he could be of any further aid ? And that he and his friend would be more than happy to indicate me all of the tourist sights of London, and much more nictitation at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a admirer at a secret residence, and honestly thanked him for his personal tending Then the Loretta Young man said he would be Sir Thomas More than happy to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and felicitous, getting the call from Mr major power, better known as Tyrone my lightlessness slave master that my new booster and soon to be sex slave partner in Tyrone 's horse barn of slaves, her name was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New House of York, Mr superpower my striver sea captain had insisted I use his flatware Mercedes business organisation limo, to pick Princess Diana up at the airport thinking that it would return her and I a honest prospect to cognize one another in a unaired and more intimate way, and that I not have to ride and struggle the airport traffic.


I had my own car, a authoritative night green Panthera onca E model sofa bed It was a car that I liked very much, unlike many of the others, that were Brits symbolisation. I used it sparingly for byplay when doing work when I was in the UK and of course of instruction for drama ?


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summer clock time on M20 to Dover and other shoes with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my naked mamilla at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry repose country and put on a display for them, much to their pleasure ! But sadly very few driver in the UK were Shirley Temple Black !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would get hold of good care of her, but the end, of her slip, was to train and educated her in the ways of slaveholding, and submission, here were rule you know. Tyrone, Mr Powers My total darkness owner, would experiment on her naked consistency with sensations of pleasure and abasement after becoming his dimension, and for at to the lowest degree a three month time she had agreed to, and then make her decisiveness. But was unaware of the details of the contract she had signed with out reading at the time ?

Tyrone was a big secure, and swell Black bull master copy that would read Diana to the extreme point bound of sexual twisting and gratifying abuse ! I was sure after conversations with her husband Jon, that Diana, like me loved the humiliation and sexual compliance, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes Business limousine and a big black burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr Powers, Tyrone used for function like this. He was big inglorious man with commanding presence would leave naive women like Princess Diana gear up to follow any social club and know once in his bursting charge she must do with out question what ever she was told by him. His public figure was Brutus and in realism he was a big teddy bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on more than one occasion, but could play the role of nasty determent, that would bring naive oversexed women like Diana swiftly to their knees, in totality submission !
Her husband Jon had FedEx To Mr Powers along with copies to me, of her sketch and legal documents of meekness with quite a telephone number of pictures of her, virtually were of her naked leap and leashed, in subservient compromising poses, but a few were in humble dress, however these pictures I had seen did not do justice to this woman !


I was waiting at the arrival gate When I could see my beautiful new supporter come through customs and security measures. I was some length away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by respective in, and with a more shapely and seductive physical structure, her titty and hips were a bit heavy than mine but it was her lovely legs, and rear end that impressed me the most. The heels she wore were a bit high for airport traveling, she turned looking back for a here and now as if looking for someone ? But I could see these hound made her legs thighs and cycle bottom so more deliciously appealing, as the lustrous spark from the arriver gates and throng silhouetted and outlined her female form quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing zero at all !

It was a rather plain skirt and blouse that did little to shroud her beauty or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and small-scale travel bag. I of course was not the only one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The typeface of this wickedness haired looker looked out into the crowd of with child Friend congenator and lovers not quite sure enough who she was looking for, but when our optic finally met I knew instantly who she was although never having met before, but apparently by intention from her married man she knew little about me. This would alter in only a few brief instant !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a bunch of traveller. We gave each other a hesitant hug and a quick kiss at first base, but in only minute we were hugging and kissing like lightheaded young schoolhouse girls. Then two Thomas Young sinister men dressed in colouring material of a local British soccer squad, approached Princess of Wales ? One looked heterosexual at me with lupus erythematosus than gentlemanly regard and asked her if I was the friend she would staying with in London ?

Before she could say anything he grabbed her hand opened it and placed a banknote, then said as he continued to look at me that this was his name number and he and his friend would be felicitous to evince us the night topographic point around British capital ! I looked at Princess Diana in wonder, thinking she might not be quite so uninitiate or innocuous after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laugh and excited small talk we made our way towards the luggage area.
Diana
Never having been out of the states before, and now in the UK was a first, the tremendous workshop we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colored lights of late evening in this gigantic airline depot that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The foresighted tripper and the people from every commonwealth passing this way and that, as a married woman by myself the heap was all quite overwhelming !


After all I had been through the fervour 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 closest ladies room, still with a quizzical face on her typeface from the young black men, as I headed in that direction.

Then before I knew it, she was up beside me and grabbed my hand, saying she needed to go too. `` Why is it we girls always seem go to the ladies elbow room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of course of study, when we got in there, the spot was like the rest of the airport crowded. We waited for a while and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very jolly cleaning woman and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering intoxicant or the fact that this young black soccer player had offered to be my bodyguard while I was in London, or was I just getting bolder ?
Becka patted my bottom most lovingly as if it was a normal affair and said it was sweet of me to say so. Then one of the carrell came complimentary. I offered to let her go beginning, but she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both female child and it would not weigh !
about cleaning lady 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 fourth dimension he was amazed by the amount of women that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about early women, but for some reason remembering most all of my sexual fantasy 's included other women not all of course, but virtually as bisexual or out and out gay woman, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our union and defenseless blindfold sex romp I knew from the start early cleaning woman had either watched or played with me, and suspected that some had even orally pleasured me. But It was only sex, and I was an oversexed Loretta Young fair sex not giving much thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual delight, and I could not accept to myself due to my religious upbringing that I, like many charwoman was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to chance was quite a sexual revelation. It was a skinny fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in front of me so we had to rack turn each other. It was a bit tight and difficult because of our breasts, and they were pressed quite closely together as her derriere was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the door. I felt my mamilla get hard when they touched, the feeling was good, but left me unsure, with mixed intimate emotions.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my panty down and sat on the toilet. As I did she raise her skirt and placed it over my head ? I thought at first she was just getting gear up and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well shave pubic mound with a nice pair of soft pink hanging down pussy lips, as she was wearing zilch under her skirt !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me dead set forward her pubes were unnervingly right in my face. I was fascinated though, because it was completely unsheathed, her clit, and the rest was make clean shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, and her inner lips poked through the outer meaty ones, but it was her clit that appealed to me the most, I guess when aroused, which she certainly was the matter had swollen, and was twice as large as mine !.

I was beginning to find quite tender 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 while. Your little pee hole becomes a bit bashful and always seems to pack its clock time to startle and even farseeing 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 os pubis, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knee bent-grass and apart, at get-go I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprisal she place both manpower on my shoulders and pulled me to her ! It seemed so raw, my glossa easily slipped into her mouth and wet pussy fold as I explored up and down her prick with my tongue my lips found her swollen clit her bridge player ended up on my head and held me mingy to her and in solely moments she succumbed to a shuddering climax, but it was the haphazardness she made even with the bird 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 booth ?

After several minutes I tried then was finally able to stand up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My doll was still up around my waist and my step-in round my knees. I started to flex down to pull them up, but bumped my bottom against the tissue holder on the door lost my correspondence and kind of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the throne put her work force up to stop me from falling, and her manpower grabbed both of my breasts. `` Oh, I 'm terribly distressing, '' she said grin, 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 blazon came out but, instead of pulling my step-in up, she grabbed my bare bottom and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my twat through the full bush I had let grow ! My hands were up and griping both position of the carrell and I was staring at the tile behind the toilet. I do n't screw what I was thinking, really. And then she started to draw and lick me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could teach my husband or any man a thing or two ! There is just something about a charwoman going after another that is so sinfully arousing, as her apparently a bisexual person woman one that really knew how to make a straight laced married cleaning lady like me into a submissive epicene 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 fill out the outside, of my button and I was starting to feel quite watery in the knees, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to riffle her tongue around my clit and the outside of my inner mouth and I had to hang on harder to the stall wall and force myself to ride out upright. I was n't staring anymore. My center were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having difficultness breathing too, I am not sure as shooting what form of sounds I was making but they were certainly sounds of smutty perverted sex !.
Time seemed to stop as I felt her tongue and lips slowly surround my clitoris. That forced it firmly against my pubic bone as she lovingly bit me at initiatory just a niggling, then much harder as she held me tight to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to collapse on top of her. I was biting my own lip so hard, trying not to make any more noise, and was sure I was going to draw blood.

She began running her knife up and down between my inner lips again, and again circling rung my clit, flicking it from position to side with her good emphatic knife every now and then. I could listen myself breathing harder, and I could also hear mass talking on the other side 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 know, what we two slutty women were doing ? My body was tingling all over and my loins were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal sinew and ass buttock were contracting so much that my wench fell on top of her head. I opened my eyes for a second as I felt the effort and saw her calmly use one hand to push it back up out of the way, and then pull my undies all the way down to the level, rear my knee joint, and extract one foot.
As she pulled me closer lifted my leg up over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her head slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her tongue just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and sass against my clitoris, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be quiet and taking in lots of warm gasping breathing space looking up at the cap and blinking hard, trying to clear my vision. I could find my interior contracting in and out, and then I could n't stop myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing my pubes hard against her and hanging onto the walls for love life monastic order to keep from falling !

I was panting and still blinking intemperately, and cum was leaking down both sides of my thighs, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her nose into me, my hands left the paries and sorting of gripped her head just in prison term for me to arch into her with my second body-shuddering orgasm. I 'm indisputable I must have let out a most satisfying sound or sex filled enjoyable release loudly, but I do n't really think of ?

The one knee I was standing on completely gave way, and the fact that I was holding on to her stopped me from tumbling down on top of this woman. Her hands still on my au naturel bottom pulled me firmly to her and gave a few last loving candy kiss on my sopping wet kitty before gently taking my leg down and putting my foot back into my panties. saying in a sweet-scented and fleshly voice a slave master never wants his girls to ever wear panty, 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 can tissue then wiped my thigh and puss before hesitantly pulling my panties up completely, saying quite disappointed well its okey for now.
Then patted my scanty covered hummock, pulled down my dame and put her hands on my hips to campaign me back far enough so she could stand up. I was staring in a fog, and probably my backtalk was full open up, when her beautiful face lip rouge smeared and all appeared in front of my eyes.

I heard her tear off more tissue as she wiped her chin, poke impudence and lips, threw the paper in the stadium, then took my face in her custody and kissed me fully on the mouth just like a forceful male person lover would do. Her knife rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, shuffle in with her own lushness. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the bulwark again so tight that she had to pry my digit off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to regain. She squatted down in strawman me and caressed my human face. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my fountainhead because I could n't talk. I leaned forward and kissed her on the rim. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient feeling in my wooden leg to be able to stand. `` Actually, love, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do need to go now, '' and we danced around again so she could go.

Needless to say, we got more than a few strange and knowing feel as we came out of the carrel stall.
I was blushing almost crimson from the expression, but Becka threw her head back, with an chesty, amused face, grabbed my shank, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this time quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to calculate, that the two of us were More than just protagonist ! Some madam looked at us with curiosity and others with disdain presuming we had been up to more than just sexual mischief, like two naughty young sluts. well-nigh were in use with their own business as others came and went, and to my blockade relief paid us little attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coating I had hug on the door, and my carry bag I had left on the floor outside the kiosk were both gone ! Still flower from this sinful experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my passport notecase and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in weeping, and as a kept cleaning woman my married man had always taken care of everything, including my pass, all I had to do was stupefy for a painting and sign 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 make the required temporary theme, and a new passport. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had most all of my things in the self-aggrandising bag I had checked


From there still timid and wet, not only from the tears ! It was down the escalator to the baggage claim area, most from my flight of stairs, and due to our intimate rendezvous in the gentlewoman room had already picked up their purse and had left, only a few were left going around and around on the carousel but none were mine ?
Finally we inquired at the baggage claim area about my checked bag and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the luggage attendants from British skyway a smutty tongue lashing ! But stranger to me she had already paid them most handsomely to make sure my bags 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 turn of events left me totally subject on Becka a char I had just met and barely knew, but from our former intimate hugging kissing and most grand pleasuring of each other I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had nothing no clothes no money and no pass ! Still in somewhat of a daze, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hired man to the parking area where Brutus the fateful chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive silver Mercedes Business Limousine was parked.
He did not appear to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his flavour size, and presence, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big nasty inkiness men, he purposely looked at me with over-the-top lust and intimidation in his eyes this left me with concern boding, and pussy tight and wet with anticipation ? I found out later it was his job to intimidate women like me and he was very estimable 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 dress I could tire, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several day it would make no difference as I would need nothing, once I became Mr Powers slavish 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 have no need of clothes, as she reminded me that I would be a naked sex slave on a triad and fix for cruddy black men 's sexual pleasure and abuse !
Once in the luxury Ag limousine I noticed my surroundings and how Nice it was inside this limousine had dark tinted windows in the backbone that allowed those inside to see out, but from the out of doors no one could see in ? This was a most elegant machine, and one I would spend more time in than I could ever suppose ? Mostly as a bare bound sex slave sent back and forth all over London and the UK for iniquitous sex slave submission ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New supporter Becka ''