My New Life As A Sex hard worker To Black original !

'' The arriver '' Chapter One

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Princess Diana

A 34 yr old married Theodore Harold White cleaning lady, 5'6"tall glowering brown hair'green oculus and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several tiddler still looked her upright, actually younger than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very primitive over sex and insecure as to her looks. Her independent asset is her incredible sex drive and a most sensitive clit, that with little thought process of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a girl made for sex ! One of her favourite sexual fantasy 's is to be a naked helpless sex slave to nasty bootleg men !

Becka

A 36 yr old petite attractive European woman of Catalan decent is 5'4"tall with reddish brown hair and darkness sultry eye. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"woman, that has sensible nipples as well as an equally sensitive clit, she already is a willing sex slave to black men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex hard worker 's. She is quite devious experienced and worldly. She has been instrumental in finding women like Princess Diana that are predisposed to lead two living, one of a traditional splice woman, and the other as a sex slave and black turncock woman of the street to and for men of color. She has offered to help, and avail direct charwoman like Diana into this life way of romantic foul and abusive interracial sex, as a submissive slave !

Tyrone

Tyrone Powers, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the perfect sinister slave master, at well over 6'improbable 220 lbs and built like a Grecian god ! He is much former in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite wizardly and is very full at seducing white married women that have sexual phantasy 's of slave sex with blackness gentleman's gentleman, but believe me he is no valet de chambre ! He is a devious whoreson that will use any tactic to make the confidence speed hand and control of naively stupid and over excite charwoman like Diane !

Tyrone has a putz that near men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of beauty with an enormous mushroom cloud shaped head that can get hard in an instant and abide that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous Lucille Ball, that store incredible amount of cum. But his real prowess is his power to both pleasure and vilification women sexually, and on top of that he is insatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous Andrew D. White married women as full or part time black cock sex slaves, and like many whiteness cleaning woman wants Princess of Wales as one that will lead a doubled aliveness as one, at least to get going with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's Husband She is the erotic love of his life-time, and only wants her to be well-chosen and experience sex the likes of that few women will ever enjoy. They have had a most wonderful sex sprightliness fully of sexual adventure, from before they were married with raw parking out in the Ellen Price Wood, to sex after they were married with alien in seedy hotels. They have had unbelievable sex on New year with Diana dressed in next to nothing at expensive hi class hotels, that always seems to end with hot tight sex, and not always with her husband ! He knows that by sending her off to go through this fancy of hers he is taking the risk of exposure and chance of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so a lot it is a chance he is uncoerced 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 husband are incapable of giving..

Introduction

A matrimonial white housewife journeying's to the UK in lookup of a dark sexual fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to suit reality. Her hubby has become close admirer with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very same ideas and interests, as to his married woman Princess of Wales 's destiny. They have discussed so many things about this intimate fantasy, of gabardine women in thraldom to black men and all of the nasty 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 welfare, that has sealed Diana 's fate ! The exacting effectual written document she has signed has many requirement, one she has been sent with a one way tag, and only has sufficiency money to shoemaker's last for several days. Her dress the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim area ?
Becka in her commencement roundabout discourse of Diana has paid the baggage handlers to conveniently make all of her things disappear. This will ensure that she becomes fully dependent on her, who will see to her needs, and Princess of Wales will take in no choice but to swear totally on her for everything, solid food money and dress, along with a billet to stay ? The other necessary is that prior to her entry as a black shaft sex slave, she not under any portion shave her pubes, and that she have a full midst bush for her inductance into bondage ?

Diana

My reaching In The UK ... and how a 30s something E. B. White cleaning woman becomes a sex slave to opprobrious men ! Chapter One

I was a 35 yr old marry homemaker that had an over active imagery, along with an incredible sex drive. I had blend feelings about a routine of perverse fantasy 's ever since I was a unseasoned woman ! My interest in dark sexual coming upon was so overpowering that public ethical motive, perception and even my own conscious, as to what was satisfactory, along with the agreement I was about to enter into allowed me to easily sweep all of these business aside.


There were several things that happened to me that perked my pursuit in black men. I grew up in Southern kaliph and had no bias against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any opinion to, or about black men as a untried 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 fuddle, gamble and score other womanhood ! This is where I am indisputable my sex drive came from ? At barely 18 my father took me with him on various social occasion where he played wit with my uncle and several of his black Friend in the all grim region of southerly California where I would serve them beer !
My father never worked often, but mom always did. I was the sure-enough of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never please 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 look. Telling them I would make a salutary niggling wife, at one of these menu secret plan he had offered me up to these older black gentleman's gentleman, even patting me on my bottom inferring that I would be proficient in bed ?

I think, he would take in never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young oversexed girl that masturbated regularly and had illusion 's of dingy opprobrious sex, the thought of me naked in the hired man of these sure-enough total darkness men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumour about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her raw blindfold her and led these black men fuck her, these rumor were later confirmed when I found ikon during these games of blackamoor men fucking my aunt ! These thoughts of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karen, their daughter about four years my junior at the time got hooked up with a several older calamitous men when she was in her senior yr of school, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all black area of Compton near Long Beach California. She was a blonde grim eyed cute slightly over burthen slight thing looking for making love in all the wrong lieu. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think several of my hubby male friends Fucked her brains out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

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


session in my car she first showed me her queen of spade tattoos on each of her bare bra less knocker ! Then she raised her wench and showed me her Black person cock whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well used pussy ! If this was not shocking enough opened her legs across-the-board showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the tintinnabulation was pierced right through the flesh of her rather large and horribly stretched clitoric membrane !

As a young married woman trying to convince myself, more than her, said in a to a lesser extent than convincing voice I could never do such a affair ! But in verity, my intellection and intimate illusion 's about such things, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in steamy jolt continued with Karenic inviting me in to meet her two Shirley Temple Black lovers !

At first I made excuses not to, but my involvement and peculiarity as well as her description of them plus her obvious uncoerced slavish nature left me really sexed up and of form I had no other choice, .. right ? Once in the house she immediately removed all of her wearing apparel ! At first I was shocked, as one of her black skipper appeared I was not indisputable what to do or cogitate ? He was previous in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karenic hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big black hands, and then ordered her down on her articulatio genus ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to puddle origination while raw and on her knees ! He then ordered me to strip ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a tacky sinister voice that was accompanied a strong smack 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 unforced, he had only spanked my bottom 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 present moment I was naked and helplessly on my knees next to her ! At about this meter her other black sea captain hearing all of the commotion had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the other black schoolmaster was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and several gold teeth ! He had a very awful look in his eyes that made me shudder, and the other man that had slapped me look so much more appealing ! With no hesitation or warning what so ever he unzipped his pants and out flopped a gigantic black cock that was enlarging itself by the secondly ! I was scared to Death as he told me to put my deal behind my back open my mouth and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard various clip calling me a Black shaft Whore, words that would get perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting Sir Thomas More !
Then his cock now rock hard interred my unforced open lip as he brutally face fucked me heavy and unvoiced ! I had sucked cocks before but always on my terms and was very ladylike about it always kind and gentle.


It had been a turn on to bring a man like my husband and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my knees and to induce a nasty looking forceful black stranger disgraceful do this to me had brought about sexual intellection and twist sensations I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum load almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married woman and that was not ready or concerned in being a willing black hammer whore ! The very opposition though was confessedly and in fact the case ! As he roughly shoved me off of his cock cum hit me right between the eyes leaving me unable to see for a second !
Then he jerked me up onto my metrical unit, picked up my clothes and purse placed them in my arm and pushed me out the battlefront room access and onto the porch ! It was broad daylight and others in the neighbourhood watched smiling at my humiliating plight, as apparently Karen and some of their early Thomas Young sex sluts had been naked and on the porch a number of time before !
So for others all mostly piteous black residents seeing me like this was not all that unusual. He had removed his leather belt and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a gummy blistering whack on my bare bottom, the sound of leather hitting bare female flesh was like a gun crack in the quiet neighborhood !
I screamed out so loud that over a dozen the great unwashed were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my eyes, still naked I dropped my samara several times as I fumbled around trying to open the room access ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karen, and now to me was and even the harsh barbarism of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this spot and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about cleaning woman like me that that only need a threat 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 black men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive upbringing and the fact that my father was a big good looking kitty-cat chasing guy, this is where I think my vitiate fancy 's and kinky sex ride came from ! This outre intimate encounter and the most excite intimate conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to happen !

This is where it started, and all through our wed animation were sessions of naked bounds sex caper out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the excitement and unbelievable sex having no estimation where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of path the piece of tail I got from these men, and many I am sure were black. It was all fun and games, but I wanted more !

My husband business organisation had started to take more of his time and he was unable to satisfy me or my motivation the way he had in the past tense, he was going one way, and I the former. I learned later that Becka had a very exchangeable experience, I like her had everything, money quotation cards nice clothes a car and prissy star sign. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually frustrated, hornlike as hell and wanting with this nagging illusion of naked slavish slavery, never far from my thoughts !


These thoughts were the nasty abusive kind of total naked on my knees submission with only a dog collar and 3, and that trine in the hands of a rife nasty Black striver superior, a man that had little business organisation what so ever for my fountainhead being ! The kind that would use and abuse me sexually in the most rough brutal and humiliating way !
My husband Jon had made all of the arrangements for me, and had signed the document that this buckle down master with Becka 's help had sent ! I knew little about the inside information or escape I was about to take. Neither did I know much about this char Becka, I had complied with one request and that was to let my pubic fuzz grow, it was quite strange, as for most of our married sprightliness and almost from the start I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a full pubic bush was simply percentage of the ritual and requirement for becoming a submissive sex slave ?

I was so naive and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken care of, as Jon had always done in the past, this left me deep in thought process as to my fantasy, 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 House of York JFK, once there with a curtly layover I would change carpenter's plane, and board British people 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 other 30 yr old married woman traveling by herself. We both had combine emotions at my departure and once aboard, the sheet, I was surprised to see it was was one-half wide-cut of travelers, this allowed me a behind by myself, with no one on either side. I would cross numerous prison term zone and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the eve British capital time.

During the flight of stairs to New York, I had second mentation about what I was about to do, but the over powering impulse and desire to do this quickly brushed all of my business organisation 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 periods of forced slumber laced with thing that had happened to me over the years, all sexual ! It was as if my mind was thumbing through a hot novel of my intimate fantasy 's and experiences at a rather fast pace. Some made little common sense, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to masturbate at an other age followed by sexual phantasy, my first sexual clash with my father uncle and his inkiness Quaker during these card games, the sentiment of my aunty naked bounds and being fucked by numerous black men ! My first boyfriend tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my panties off and sucking me to my outset oral orgasm, and the terrifying opinion of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The unbelievable experience with my cousin-german Karenic and her two black masters.
To our many kinky sexual adventures out in the woods or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by numerous strange men, and many that were blackamoor nasty ones, the typeface fucking my pussy sore and dripping all these thoughtful experiences that flipped through my judgement left me wet and very aroused, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The plane was later getting into New York JFK, after which it was a madhouse of hurrying to make the connecting flying to Heathrow LHR ! The flight was over engaged and full, as if by innovation I was seated between to young black-market soccer players that had been competing in international tournament competition. They were dressed in boxers and the squad colour, and logs. I was still wet flush and sexed up by my earlier cerebration from the premature quiet undisturbed flight, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at maiden as they paid me little attention. They were probably in their early on 20s and were conversing in a words I had never heard before, much less understood ? Once the seat belt sign was turned off, the flight attendants offered the passenger on these long escape the option of Inner Light out pillows, and blanket. So as to rest and progress to up the at sea time and help overcome the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passengers had taken reward of this and many were in sections of the unilluminated aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two young men, as the airliner climbed to cruising height had been talking endlessly as the one on my veracious kept leaning over almost on top of me as the other pointed out landmarks of foresighted island and places along the shore tune of Connecticut. But once through the overcast it became only pretty wild blue yonder sky's with nada else to see that quickly became boring, and their aid turned to me. alcohol. was usually unloose on these retentive over water flights, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing plenty of imbibing to pass along the time.

The one on my rightfulness side by side to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in stark english sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a drink, and would not take no for an solution. I had done footling drinking even during our sexual adventures because of my male parent who was an alcoholic and thought if I did would have fiddling ascendency of my sinful sex drive, and as it turned out I was right field ! I had told the flying attendant to bring only non alcoholic sparkling cider, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a coruscate champagne ! My mouth had been dry due to all of the bunco of trying to urinate the flying, and although earlier had airline intellectual nourishment, but had eaten little.

The drinks they bought me were wonderful, as I having no experience with champagne like alcohol, the buzz along with not eating and the high altitude of airway flight quickly enhanced my previous persuasion and arousal, as they continued to verbalize, in this nomenclature I did not translate ? 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 window sensing my aroused uncomfortableness said in perfect engilsh as he put his hand on mine, one with my wedding tintinnabulation, said honestly your husband must really like you to buy such a ring ! But did not removed his handwriting from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive married woman like me was traveling alone ? I was not make for such a query and with sinful guilty conscience obviously all over my face, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my husband knew cypher about much lupus erythematosus would O.K. of !


I did not suffice his question, which made it quite clear to him along with the guilty look, ... I was up to no salutary ! From this point on his attitude changed and his hand was now resting just above my knee, I said nothing, and made no cause to push his hand away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in words I did not understand to his ally sitting in the aisle buns ? I had no estimate what to do or say and was holding my breath, as the other bedcover and placed a mantle the trajectory attender hand given him earlier, that easily covered his friends hand and amatory indiscretion, or for that matter if anyone bothered to look.

The flight attender had returned again pushing her cart full of nursing bottle up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more boozing ? Both men bought several for me, this would build six of the little bubbly feeding bottle of what I thought was wonderful tasting sparkling cider, I had no idea was intoxicating. Not long after downing the last bottleful and me More relaxed than ever the cabin attendants turned all but the courtesy lights out in our section, and with another cover at our disposal, along with several pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this Cy Young Black soccer player became a great deal bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his other hired hand down under my skirt in between my thighs to trifle and explore, I was wearing only panty under my skirt that were now, along with my full George Walker Bush very wet ! When his fingers found how wet my panties were I could see as we looked at one another even in the dark, a knowing smiling hybridization his face !

With his fingerbreadth searching and poking it took little time for them to ascertain their around my panties, and into me I gasped holding my breath as his fingers found my clit and started a dense carnal rubbing, in between pinching it, as his fingers continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my glossa to kept the sounds of stimulating arousal from escaping my lips. A sinful trembling orgasm took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful satisfied, and exhausted eternal sleep, never imaging that something like this could come about with totality strangers much less happen on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the brightness coming on and the flying attendant announcing that we would soon be landing. My amorous fellow traveller had along with his friend gone to sleep with his head on my articulatio humeri that had during our eternal rest ended up on my white meat with his bridge player still in my panty ! He also was awaken by the promulgation and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the blanket pretending as if nada had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the throng it was a busy time with rider wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to inflame up with these two young black association football instrumentalist on either side also waiting our twist to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in perfect english with an even larger grin where I was staying in John Griffith Chaney, and if he could be of any further aid ? And that he and his friend would be more than glad to record me all of the tourer tidy sum of John Griffith Chaney, and much more winking at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a friend at a common soldier residence, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the Pres Young man said he would be more than happy to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and well-chosen, getting the call option from Mr Powers, better known as Tyrone my black slave captain that my new friend and soon to be sex break one's back spouse in Tyrone 's stalls of slaves, her gens was Princess Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr might my slave headmaster had insisted I use his silver Mercedes Business limo, to pick Diana up at the airport thinking that it would have her and I a easily hazard to experience one another in a finisher and more familiar way, and that I not have to labour and press the aerodrome traffic.


I had my own car, a classic wickedness green Jaguar E modeling convertible security It was a car that I liked very a lot, unlike many of the others, that were British symbols. I used it sparingly for business when doing oeuvre when I was in the UK and of grade for play ?


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summertime time on M20 to Dover and early places with top down feather, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my naked breast at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry rest area and put on a appearance for them, much to their delight ! But sadly very few drivers in the UK were black !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would direct honest concern of her, but the destination, of her trip-up, was to educate and educated her in the ways of bondage, and submission, here were rules you know. Tyrone, Mr top executive My lightlessness Owner, would experiment on her naked organic structure with sensations of delight and humiliation after becoming his property, and for at least a three month time she had agreed to, and then make her decision. But was unaware of the details of the contract she had signed with out reading at the metre ?

Tyrone was a big strong, and great Black crap skipper that would take Diana to the extreme limit point of sexual torture and pleasurable maltreatment ! I was sure after conversations with her husband Jon, that Lady Diana Frances Spencer, like me loved the humiliation and sexual submission, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes business sector Limousine and a big Shirley Temple Black burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr powerfulness, Tyrone used for occasions like this. He was big fatal man with commanding presence would depart uninitiated fair sex like Lady Diana Frances Spencer ready to follow any order and know once in his charge she must do with out motion what ever she was told by him. His name was Brutus and in reality he was a big slip bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on More than one social function, but could flirt the role of nasty intimidation, that would contribute naive highly-sexed women like Diana swiftly to their genu, in total entry !
Her married man Jon had FedEx To Mr top executive along with copies to me, of her resume and legal written document of submission with quite a number of moving picture of her, most were of her naked limit and leashed, in subservient compromising affectedness, but a few were in modest attire, however these icon I had seen did not do Department of Justice to this woman !


I was waiting at the arrival gate When I could see my beautiful new champion come through customs and security. I was some distance away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by several inches, and with a more shapely and seductive consistence, her breasts and hips were a bit tumid than mine but it was her lovely legs, and bed that impressed me the most. The cad she wore were a bit heights for airport traveling, she turned looking back for a moment as if looking for someone ? But I could see these heel made her legs second joint and round bottom so more deliciously appealing, as the bright lights from the comer gate and concourse silhouetted and outlined her female person form quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all !

It was a rather plain skirt and blouse that did little to veil her beauty or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and small travel bag. I of trend was not the only one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much lupus erythematosus discretely.
The look of this dark haired beauty looked out into the crowd of expectant friends relatives and fan not quite for certain 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 aim from her husband she knew little about me. This would commute in only a few abbreviated present moment !

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 commencement, but in only if moments we were hugging and kissing like giddy Loretta Young school girls. Then two untested black men dressed in colouring material of a local British soccer team, approached Diana ? One looked heterosexual at me with LE than gentlemanly gaze and asked her if I was the friend she would staying with in London ?

Before she could say anything he grabbed her hand opened it and placed a note, then said as he continued to look at me that this was his name number and he and his friend would be happy to show us the dark spots around London ! I looked at Diana in wonder, thinking she might not be quite so uninitiated or unacquainted after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laugh and excited low talk we made our way towards the baggage area.
Lady Diana Frances Spencer
Never having been out of the states before, and now in the UK was a for the first time, the wonderful shops we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colorful brightness of late evening in this mammoth air hose pole that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The longsighted slip and the people from every country passing this way and that, as a married char by myself the good deal was all quite overtake !


After all I had been through the inflammation of it all, the drinks on the planer, the amative attention I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the snug ladies room, still with a mocking look on her face from the Whitney 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 madam room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of course of study, when we got in there, the place was like the rest of the aerodrome crowded. We waited for a while and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very moderately adult female and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcohol or the fact that this Whitney Young black soccer player had offered to be my date while I was in London, or was I just getting bolder ?
Becka patted my bottom most lovingly as if it was a normal matter and said it was sweet of me to say so. Then one of the carrel came gratis. I offered to let her go first, but she grabbed me by the deal and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both daughter and it would not count !
most women have bisexual inclination, but few act on them, unless there is chance, and not realizing this, opportunity was fast approaching ? My husband had said at one time he was amazed by the amount of women that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about other women, but for some reason remembering most all of my sexual illusion 's included other women not all of trend, but nearly as bisexual person or out and out gay woman, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our marriage and defenseless blindfold sex play I knew from the start early women had either watched or played with me, and suspected that some had even orally pleasured me. But It was only sex, and I was an oversexed young char not giving much thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual pleasure, and I could not admit to myself due to my religious upbringing that I, like many womanhood was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to happen was quite a sexual revelation. It was a closemouthed fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in movement of me so we had to mash stave each early. It was a bit tight and unmanageable because of our breasts, and they were pressed quite closely together as her arse was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the door. I felt my nipples get operose when they touched, the feeling was proficient, but left me unsure, with mixed sexual emotions.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my panties down and sat on the lavatory. As I did she call forth her chick and placed it over my head ? I thought at for the first time she was just getting quick and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well shave pubic cumulus with a nice twain of soft pinko hanging down twat rim, as she was wearing null under her skirt !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me set forward her pubes were unnervingly rightfield in my human face. I was fascinated though, because it was completely publicise, her clitoris, and the residual was clean shaven. She was much like me. You know, really tap, and her intimate brim poked through the outer meaty ones, but it was her button 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 cunt of hers and trying to hurry up peeing, but you know how it is when you 've had Sir Thomas More to drink in and been holding on for a while. Your short pee hole becomes a bit blate and always seems to take its clock time to set about and even longer to do I business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue paper to wipe myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit surprised with my nose in her pubes, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knees hang and apart, at first base I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both hands on my shoulders and pulled me to her ! It seemed so natural, my tongue easily slipped into her lips and wet pussy sheep pen as I explored up and down her slit with my spit my back talk found her egotistic clit her hands ended up on my drumhead and held me sloshed to her and in entirely mo she succumbed to a shuddering orgasm, but it was the noise she made even with the skirt between her hands and my head that was so sinfully erotic, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the plaza knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that stall ?

After several minute I tried then was finally able to abide up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My wench was still up around my waist and my panties round my stifle. I started to deform down to pull them up, but bumped my arse against the tissue holder on the threshold lost my balance and variety of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the toilette put her hands up to stop me from falling, and her hands grabbed both of my knocker. `` Oh, I 'm terribly sorry, '' she said grinning, as she pushed me back up and slowly let go, I stammered that it was all my fault.
'' Here, '' she offered, `` let me help you. '' Her weaponry came out but, instead of pulling my panty up, she grabbed my bare stern and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my kitty-cat through the wide-cut bush I had let grow ! My hands were up and griping both sides of the stall and I was staring at the roofing tile behind the throne. I do n't sleep together what I was thinking, really. And then she started to suck and lick me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could teach my married man or any man a thing or two ! There is just something about a fair sex going after another that is so sinfully arousing, as her apparently a bisexual adult female one that really knew how to do a straight laced conjoin woman like me into a submissive bisexual adulteress. She licked the outer back talk first and tried to wet-nurse them inside out, then ran her spit up and down the inside of each fold. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to feel quite thirsty.
At to the lowest degree I think so. My mouth was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going round and lash out the remote, of my clit and I was starting to feel quite imperfect in the knees, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flick her lingua around my button and the exterior of my intimate brim and I had to advert on harder to the cubicle bulwark and force myself to stay on vertical. I was n't staring anymore. My eyes were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having trouble breathing too, I am not sure enough what form of strait I was making but they were certainly sounds of smutty perverted sex !.
sentence seemed to stop as I felt her lingua and brim slowly surround my clitoris. That forced it firmly against my pubic osseous tissue as she lovingly bit me at initiatory just a little, 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 form any More noise, and was sure I was going to draw blood.

She began running her tongue up and down between my inner lip again, and again circling round my clitoris, flicking it from incline to side with her good forceful spit every now and then. I could hear myself breathing harder, and I could also get a line people talking on the other side of the door, the running play of water, the noise of the hand-dryer and the flush in the next cubicle. I remember being vaguely worried that someone would eff, what we two slutty charwoman were doing ? My consistence was tingling all over and my loins were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal musculus and ass cheeks were contracting so very much that my skirt fell on top of her top dog. I opened my eyes for a moment as I felt the movement and saw her calmly use one hand to crusade it back up out of the way, and then extract my undies all the way down to the flooring, hook 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 pass slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her tongue just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and lips against my clit, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be serenity and taking in piles of quick gasping breath looking up at the roof and blinking hard, trying to clear my vision. I could feel my insides contracting in and out, and then I could n't halt myself from gasping out meretricious as I came, pushing my pubic bone hard against her and hanging onto the walls for costly life history fiat to sustain from falling !

I was panting and still blinking hard, and cum was leaking down both face of my second joint, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her nose into me, my manpower left the wall and sort of gripped her head word just in meter for me to curve into her with my second body-shuddering orgasm. I 'm certainly I must have let out a most satisfying speech sound or sex filled gratifying release loudly, but I do n't really think back ?

The one human 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 naked underside pulled me firmly to her and gave a few final stage loving kisses on my sopping wet slit before gently taking my leg down and putting my foot back into my panties. saying in a sweet and sultry voice a slave skipper never wants his girls to ever wear panties, and said you should start getting use to it, offering to claim and discard them them.


I was not sure what to say ? As she reached around behind me and displume off some toilet tissue paper then wiped my second joint and puss before hesitantly pulling my pantie up completely, saying quite disappointed well its okay for now.
Then patted my panty covered mound, pulled down my chick and put her hands on my hips to advertise me back far enough so she could stand up up. I was staring in a daze, and probably my rima oris was wide open, when her beautiful fount lipstick smeared and all appeared in front of my eyes.

I heard her buck off more tissue as she wiped her chin, nose cheeks and lips, threw the report in the bowl, then took my face in her hands and kissed me entire on the lips just like a forceful male lover would do. Her clapper rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, fuse in with her own luxuriance. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the walls again so miserly 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 front line me and caressed my face. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my head because I could n't verbalise. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lip. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient feeling in my legs to be able to endure. `` Actually, jazz, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do need to go now, '' and we danced around again so she could go.

acerate leaf to say, we got more than a few strange and knowing spirit as we came out of the cubicle stall.
I was blushing almost deep red from the looks, but Becka threw her head back, with an arrogant, amused face, 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 calculate, that the two of us were more than just acquaintance ! Some ladies looked at us with oddment and others with scorn presuming we had been up to more than just sexual mischief, like two blue young hussy. nigh were occupy with their own business as others came and went, and to my chagrined rilievo paid us lilliputian attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coating I had hug on the door, and my carry bag I had left on the flooring outside the stall were both gone ! Still flush from this sinful experience, I was now beside myself with vexation ? It had my recommendation wallet and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in tears, and as a kept woman my husband had always taken care of everything, including my passport, all I had to do was pose for a characterisation and ratify 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 years would have the required temporary worker papers, and a new passport. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had most all of my things in the bigger bag I had checked


From there still incertain and wet, not only from the split ! It was down the escalator to the baggage title domain, most from my flying, and due to our sexual tryst in the ladies room had already picked up their bags and had left, only a few were left going around and around on the carousel but none were mine ?
Finally we inquired at the luggage claim area about my checked cup of tea and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage attendee from Brits Airways a nasty tongue lashing ! But unknown to me she had already paid them most handsomely to pretend indisputable 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 good turn of events left me totally dependent on Becka a women I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier intimate hugging kissing and most wonderful pleasuring of each former I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had naught no clothes no money and no passport ! Still in somewhat of a daze, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hired hand to the parking expanse where Brutus the bleak chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive atomic number 47 Mercedes concern limousine was parked.
He did not appear 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 pitch-dark men, he purposely looked at me with sinful lust and bullying in his eyes this left me with concerned foreboding, and pussycat tight and wet with anticipation ? I found out later it was his job to restrain charwoman like me and he was very honest 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 of it, said she had slew of clothes I could fag out, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in various days it would make no difference as I would need cipher, once I became Mr magnate submissive sex striver !
From this comment it dawned on me and I finally realized why and what I had came for, and as such she was veracious ! I would have no need of apparel, as she reminded me that I would be a naked sex slave on a trey and quick for filthy black men 's sexual pleasure and abuse !
Once in the luxury flatware limousine I noticed my surroundings and how nice it was inside this limo had dark tinted windows in the back that allowed those inside to see out, but from the international no one could see in ? This was a most graceful automobile, and one I would spend more time in than I could ever imagine ? Mostly as a naked bound sex slave sent back and forth all over Greater London and the UK for extraordinary sex slave meekness ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New champion Becka ''