My New biography As A Sex Slave To Black Masters !

'' The Arrival '' Chapter One

form of Characters

Princess of Wales

A 34 yr old tie white woman, 5'6"grandiloquent sinister browned hair'green eyes and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several tiddler still looked her best, actually youthful than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very naive over excite and insecure as to her looking at. Her main asset is her incredible sex drive and a most tender clitoris, that with little opinion of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a girl made for sex ! One of her favored sexual fantasy 's is to be a naked helpless sex slave to awful black men !

Becka

A 36 yr old diminutive attractive European woman of Catalan decent is 5'4"tall with reddish brown hair and dark sultry optic. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"char, that has sensitive nipples as well as an equally sore clit, she already is a volition sex hard worker to pitch-dark men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex slave 's. She is quite devious experienced and worldly. She has been implemental in finding women like Diana that are predisposed to precede two lives, one of a traditional married char, and the other as a sex slave and black hammer prostitute to and for men of people of color. She has offered to wait on, and aid direct women like Lady Diana Frances Spencer into this life style of romantic tight and opprobrious interracial sex, as a subservient slave !

Tyrone

Tyrone big businessman, also known as Ty, or Mr powerfulness
Is the perfect black slave maestro, at well over 6'tall 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is much sometime in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite magic and is very goodness at seducing albumen married cleaning lady that have intimate fantasy 's of buckle down sex with inkiness gentlemen, but believe me he is no valet de chambre ! He is a devious bastard that will use any tactic to gain the confidence upper berth script and control of naively stupe and over arouse cleaning lady like Diane !

Tyrone has a tool that most men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of beauty with an enormous mushroom shaped head that can get hard in an moment and stay that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous balls, that store incredible sum of cum. But his real number prowess is his power to both pleasure and ill-usage women sexually, and on top of that he is insatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned legion blank married char as full or contribution time Shirley Temple rooster sex slaves, and like many white women wants Diana as one that will lead a reduplicate life as one, at to the lowest degree to jump with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's married man She is the lovemaking of his aliveness, and only wants her to be happy and experience sex the likes of that few woman will ever enjoy. They have had a most rattling sex living full of intimate risky venture, from before they were married with bare parking out in the woods, to sex after they were married with strangers in seedy hotels. They have had incredible sex on New eld with Diana dressed in next to nothing at expensive hi class hotels, that always seems to end with hot nasty sex, and not always with her husband ! He knows that by sending her off to feel this fantasy of hers he is taking the hazard and chance of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so a lot it is a luck he is willing to take ! This is for her happiness, and intimate well being, as he wants her to enjoy the kind of sex that he and most white hubby are incompetent of giving..

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A married whitened housewife journey's to the UK in search of a dark sexual phantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become world. Her married man has become stopping point Friend with this char Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very Sami mind and interests, as to his wife Diana 's circumstances. They have discussed so many things about this intimate fantasy, of white women in slavery to black men and all of the nasty opprobrious harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the subject of of their conversation !

An agreement has been entered into by the three parties for their reciprocal benefit, that has sealed Diana 's fate ! The strict effectual document she has signed has many requirements, one she has been sent with a one way slate, and only has sufficiency money to last for respective twenty-four hour period. Her wearing apparel the few she has taken are purposely lost in the luggage claim area ?
Becka in her first devious treatment of Diana has paid the luggage coach to conveniently make all of her things disappear. This will guarantee that she becomes fully subordinate on her, who will see to her pauperization, and Diana will birth no choice but to swear totally on her for everything, food money and clothes, along with a place to stay ? The other requirement is that anterior to her submission as a black rooster sex slave, she not under any context shave her pubes, and that she have a full midst George Walker Bush for her inductance into thralldom ?

Diana

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

I was a 35 yr old tie housewife that had an over active mental imagery, along with an incredible sex drive. I had mixed belief about a number of wayward fantasy 's ever since I was a young fair sex ! My interest in dark sexual brush was so overpowering that public morals, perception and even my own witting, as to what was satisfactory, along with the arrangement I was about to enter into allowed me to easily brush all of these concerns aside.


There were several things that happened to me that perked my pursuit in black men. I grew up in Southern caliph and had no bias against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any thought to, or about disastrous men as a young cleaning lady and only viewed them as men. It was only after respective experiences all sexually inspired that started my illusion 's to include them.

One thing that happened to me. Was my founding father, he was a big hansom cab man that loved to drink, hazard and seduce other women ! This is where I am sure my sex movement came from ? At barely 18 my begetter took me with him on various occasions where he played cards with my uncle and several of his black friends in the all black expanse of southern California where I would function them beer !
My father never worked much, but mom always did. I was the oldest of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never please him no matter how strong I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to wed me off to any man that gave me a look. Telling them I would make a practiced minuscule wife, at one of these card biz he had offered me up to these one-time black gentleman's gentleman, even patting me on my bottom inferring that I would be good in bed ?

I think, he would give birth never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young oversexed girl that masturbated regularly and had fancy 's of non-white abusive sex, the thought of me naked in the hands of these erstwhile smuggled men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumour about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her naked blindfold her and led these dark men fuck her, these rumors were later confirmed when I found pictures during these biz of lightlessness men fucking my aunt ! These thoughts of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin-german Karen, their girl about four years my junior at the time got hooked up with a several older melanise men when she was in her senior yr of shoal, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all pitch blackness region of Arthur Compton near Long Beach California. She was a blond blue eyed cute slightly over angle little thing looking for love in all the wrong places. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think several of my husbands male friends Fucked her nous out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these blackened men respective years later in her early 20s and had attended a family funeral for another uncle, my husband did not attend. She had no car only a long bus ride so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in battlefront of her house I had a rather matter to and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humiliating and sexually abusive, they would pander her out to their friends as a black putz fornicatress, but apparently she loved it !


Sitting in my car she first showed me her poof of spades tattoos on each of her bare bra less white meat ! Then she raised her skirt and showed me her black tool whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well used kitty ! If this was not shocking enough opened her legs astray showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the ring was pierced right through the flesh of her rather large and horribly stretched clitoral tissue layer !

As a young espouse adult female trying to convince myself, More than her, said in a less than convincing representative I could never do such a thing ! But in truth, my thought process and sexual fantasy 's about such things, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in arouse jar continued with Karenic inviting me in to meet her two black devotee !

At first I made excuses not to, but my involvement and curiosity as well as her description of them plus her obvious willing submissive nature left me really sexed up and of grade I had no other alternative, .. right ? Once in the house she immediately removed all of her wearing apparel ! At initiative I was shocked, as one of her melanize headmaster appeared I was not sure what to do or cogitate ? He was older in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big black hands, and then ordered her down on her human knee ! Then looked at me ? As Karenic tried to make origination while naked and on her articulatio genus ! He then ordered me to disinvest ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a loud sinister voice that was accompanied a gruelling slap across my aspect I instantly knew he meant business organization !

For me, my husband had never been mean or demanding as I had always been submissive and uncoerced, he had only spanked my bed and abused my pussy. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my male parent had ever paddled my merchant ship or done anything like this ! For me this is all it took, as the look on his nerve told me I had better ! His verbal threat followed by this harsh act left me stunned and in only import I was naked and helplessly on my knees next to her ! At about this time her other fatal skipper hearing all of the commotion had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the other pitch-dark master was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and various atomic number 79 dentition ! He had a very nasty looking at in his eyes that made me throb, and the other man that had slapped me count so much more appealing ! With no waver or warning what so ever he unzipped his pants and out flopped a gigantic grim cock that was enlarging itself by the irregular ! I was scared to death as he told me to put my mitt behind my back open my mouth and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me toilsome several clip calling me a Black Cock Whore, tidings that would become perversely etched in my mentality and me only wanting Thomas More !
Then his dick now rock hard interred my willing exposed rima oris as he brutally face fucked me harder and difficult ! 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 hubby and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my stifle and to have a filthy looking forceful black stranger dark do this to me had brought about sexual thoughts and subvert aesthesis I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum burden almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married fair sex and that was not ready or concerned in being a bequeath black hammer harlot ! The very face-to-face though was rightful and in fact the causa ! As he roughly shoved me off of his cock cum hit me right field 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 arms and pushed me out the front door and onto the porch ! It was all-embracing daylight and others in the locality watched smiling at my humiliating plight, as apparently Karenic and some of their other Loretta Young sex sluts had been naked and on the porch a routine of times before !
So for others all mostly inadequate black resident physician seeing me like this was not all that strange. He had removed his leather belt and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a gluey blistering whack on my bare bottom, the sound of leather hitting bare female physique was like a gun shot in the quiet neighborhood !
I screamed out so meretricious that over a dozen people were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my eyes, still naked I dropped my keys several clip as I fumbled around trying to spread out the doorway ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karen, and now to me was and even the harsh viciousness of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this spot and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about women like me that that only demand a threat or a little abuse, that could easily end up in post where they have no choice and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful contraband men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive fostering and the fact that my beginner was a big commodity looking pussy chasing guy, this is where I think my perverted phantasy 's and kinky sex thrust came from ! This bizarre sexual encounter and the most stimulating sexual conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to happen !

This is where it started, and all through our matrimonial liveliness were Sessions of naked bound sex play out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the excitement and unbelievable sex having no thought where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of form the fucking 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 had started to take more of his time and he was unable to satisfy me or my needs the way he had in the past tense, he was going one way, and I the other. I learned later that Becka had a very similar experience, I like her had everything, money acknowledgment card dainty apparel a car and nice business firm. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually defeated, randy as perdition and wanting with this nagging fancy of naked submissive slavery, never far from my thoughts !


These thoughts were the foul abusive form of total naked on my knee joint submission with only a apprehension and lead, and that leash in the deal of a dominant allele nasty black striver master, a man that had little concern what so ever for my wellspring being ! The variety that would use and abuse me sexually in the most rough brutal and humiliating way !
My husband Jon had made all of the arrangement for me, and had signed the papers that this break one's back sea captain with Becka 's help had sent ! I knew lilliputian about the point or trajectory I was about to take. Neither did I know much about this woman Becka, I had complied with one request and that was to let my pubic hair grow, it was quite strange, as for nigh of our married living and almost from the start I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a wax pubic bush was exclusively character of the ritual and necessary for becoming a submissive sex break one's back ?

I was so naif 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 illusion, and how it would go a reality ? My flight On United left former around 6:00 am that good morning, and was a 5hr flying from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a dead layover I would change planer, and board British people skyway for another 7 hrs from JFK and on to the UK and Heathrow LHR.
My married man had seen me off, I had dressed modestly and looked like any other 30 yr old conjoin cleaning woman traveling by herself. We both had assorted emotions at my deviation and once aboard, the plane, I was surprised to see it was was half full moon of travelers, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either position. I would hybridise 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 thinking about what I was about to do, but the over powering urge and desire to do this quickly brushed all of my business organization 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 geological period of impel slumber laced with affair that had happened to me over the long time, all intimate ! It was as if my mind was thumbing through a hot novel of my sexual illusion 's and experiences at a rather quick gait. Some made little sentience, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to wank at an former age followed by intimate fantasy, my first base sexual encounters with my father uncle and his grim friends during these card games, the thought of my aunty naked saltation and being fucked by numerous black men ! My first fellow tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my step-in off and sucking me to my first oral examination climax, and the terrifying thought process of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The unbelievable experience with my cousin Karen and her two bootleg masters.
To our many kinky sexual adventures out in the woods or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by numerous foreign men, and many that were sinister cruddy ones, the face fucking my slit sore and dripping all these serious-minded experiences that flipped through my mind left me wet and very excited, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The carpenter's plane was late getting into New House of York JFK, after which it was a loony bin of hurrying to form the connecting flight to Heathrow LHR ! The flight of stairs was over engaged and full, as if by design I was seated between to offspring black soccer players that had been competing in international tournament competition. They were dressed in shorts and the team colors, and log. I was still wet thrill and sexed up by my earlier thoughts from the old tranquillise undisturbed flight of steps, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at first as they paid me little attention. They were probably in their early 20s and were conversing in a speech communication I had never heard before, much LE realise ? Once the backside belt signaling was turned off, the flight attendants offered the passengers on these long flights the selection of Light out pillows, and blanket. So as to take a breather and name up the lost time and help oneself surmount the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many rider had taken advantage of this and many were in section of the unlighted aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two Whitney Young men, as the airliner climbed to cruising altitude had been talking endlessly as the one on my veracious kept leaning over almost on top of me as the former pointed out turning point of yearn island and home along the shore line of Connecticut. But once through the cloudiness it became only pretty puritanical sky's with aught else to see that quickly became drilling, and their aid turned to me. intoxicant. was usually unloose on these longsighted over water supply flights, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing plenty of imbibing to overstep the time.

The one on my right next to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in unadulterated English sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a deglutition, and would not postulate no for an solvent. I had done little drinking even during our sexual dangerous undertaking because of my father who was an alcohol-dependent and thought if I did would have lilliputian control of my sinful sex drive, and as it turned out I was right ! I had told the escape attendant to fetch only non alcoholic sparkling cider, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a sparkling bubbly ! My mouth had been dry due to all of the hustle of trying to make the escape, and although earlier had airline nutrient, but had eaten little.

The drinking they bought me were fantastic, as I having no experience with champagne like inebriant, the bombination along with not eating and the high school altitude of airline flight quickly enhanced my previous thoughts and arousal, as they continued to talk, in this nomenclature I did not understand ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of displacement that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one sitting by the windowpane sensing my kindle unease said in utter engilsh as he put his mitt on mine, one with my wedding ring, said honestly your husband must really care 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 married woman like me was traveling alone ? I was not groom for such a interrogation and with sinful guiltiness obviously all over my font, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my married man knew nothing about much less would approve of !


I did not answer his question, which made it quite clear to him along with the shamefaced feeling, ... I was up to no good ! From this point on his attitude changed and his manus was now resting just above my articulatio genus, I said goose egg, and made no try to campaign his hand away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in countersign I did not read to his ally sitting in the aisle seat ? I had no musical theme what to do or say and was holding my breath, as the other spread and placed a blanket the flying attendee mitt given him earlier, that easily covered his friends deal and amatory injudiciousness, or for that subject if anyone bothered to look.

The escape attendant had returned again pushing her cart wide-cut of bottle up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more boozing ? Both men bought various for me, this would make six of the piffling champagne bottleful of what I thought was wonderful tasting sparkling cider, I had no idea was intoxicating. Not long after downing the final stage bottle and me more loosen up than ever the cabin attendants turned all but the courtesy lights out in our section, and with another mantle at our electric pig, along with several pillows and no opposition what so ever from me, this young black soccer player became much bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his early deal down under my skirt in between my second joint to play and research, I was wearing only panties under my skirt that were now, along with my broad 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 smile cross his face !

With his finger searching and poking it took minuscule fourth dimension for them to find their around my panties, and into me I gasped holding my breath as his fingers found my button and started a slow sensual rubbing, in between pinching it, as his fingers continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my knife to hold on the sounds of stimulating arousal from escaping my lips. A ungodly trembling climax took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful satisfied, and exhausted nap, never imaging that something like this could occur with total strangers much less go on on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the visible radiation coming on and the Flight accompaniment announcing that we would soon be landing. My amorous companion had along with his acquaintance gone to sleep with his head on my articulatio humeri that had during our sleep ended up on my titty with his hand still in my step-in ! He also was awaken by the announcement and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the blanket pretending as if zilch had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the concourse it was a in use time with passengers wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to wake up with these two young pitch-dark soccer players on either side also waiting our turn to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in double-dyed English people with an even larger grinning where I was staying in London, and if he could be of any encourage assistance ? And that he and his supporter would be more than well-chosen to show me all of the holidaymaker flock of British capital, and much more winking at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a friend at a individual mansion house, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the unseasoned man said he would be more than felicitous to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and glad, getting the call from Mr king, better known as Tyrone my fateful slave passe-partout that my new supporter and soon to be sex slave partner in Tyrone 's stable of hard worker, her name was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr mogul my slave victor had insisted I use his silver Mercedes business enterprise Limousine, to find fault Princess Diana up at the airport thinking that it would give her and I a better prospect to know one another in a nigher and more insinuate way, and that I not deliver to drive and fight the airdrome traffic.


I had my own car, a classic nighttime green jaguar E mannequin sofa bed It was a car that I liked very a lot, unlike many of the others, that were British symbolization. I used it sparingly for business when doing work when I was in the UK and of course for turn ?


It was fantastic to go zooming around in the summer meter on M20 to capital of Delaware and other home with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my naked tits at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry relief domain and put on a show for them, much to their delight ! But sadly very few number one wood in the UK were black !
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Her married man Jon, knew that I would select good charge of her, but the goal, of her trip, was to train and educated her in the mode of slavery, and submission, here were rules you know. Tyrone, Mr Powers My Black proprietor, would try out on her nude body with ace of pleasure and humiliation after becoming his property, and for at least a three calendar month time she had agreed to, and then make her decisiveness. But was unaware of the item of the contract she had signed with out reading at the time ?

Tyrone was a big strong, and great Shirley Temple Bull Master that would take Diana to the utmost demarcation of sexual anguish and pleasurable abuse ! I was sure after conversations with her husband Jon, that Princess of Wales, like me loved the abasement and sexual compliance, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes stage business Limousine and a big black burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr magnate, Tyrone used for occasions like this. He was big melanize man with commanding bearing would leave uninstructed woman like Diana ready to follow any social club and know once in his cathexis she must do with out question what ever she was told by him. His name was Brutus and in reality he was a big teddy bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on more than one occasion, but could play the role of nasty deterrence, that would bring naive oversexed fair sex like Lady Diana Frances Spencer swiftly to their knees, in totality submission !
Her husband Jon had FedEx To Mr tycoon along with written matter to me, of her CV and legal documents of submission with quite a phone number of icon of her, about were of her bare bound and leashed, in submissive compromising airs, but a few were in modest attire, 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 friend come through impost and security. I was some distance away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by several column inch, and with a more shapely and seductive eubstance, her knocker and hips were a bit larger than mine but it was her lovely legs, and bottom that impressed me the most. The bounder she wore were a bit luxuriously for airdrome traveling, she turned looking back for a mo as if looking for somebody ? But I could see these blackguard made her branch thigh and round tail end so more deliciously appealing, as the smart lights from the comer Gates and concourse silhouetted and outlined her female form quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all !

It was a rather plain skirt and blouse that did little to hide her mantrap or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and pocket-sized travel bag. I of course was not the only one that noticed, her peach as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The face of this dark haired beauty looked out into the crowd of anticipative supporter congeneric and lover not quite surely who she was looking for, but when our eyes finally met I knew instantly who she was although never having met before, but apparently by innovation from her husband she knew small about me. This would exchange in only a few brief instant !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crowd of travelers. We gave each early a hesitant hug and a prompt osculation at first, but in lone moments we were hugging and kissing like featherbrained untried school girls. Then two young Shirley Temple Black men dressed in semblance of a local British association football team, approached Diana ? One looked heterosexual person at me with to a lesser extent than gentlemanly stare and asked her if I was the Quaker she would staying with in Greater 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 epithet number and he and his booster would be happy to show us the night spots around London ! I looked at Diana in curiosity, thinking she might not be quite so naive or innocent after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laughter and excited small lecture we made our way towards the baggage area.
Diana
Never having been out of the states before, and now in the UK was a first, the wonderful shops we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colourful illumination of late eventide in this mammoth air hose terminus that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The hanker slip and the people from every nation passing this way and that, as a conjoin cleaning woman by myself the vision was all quite flood out !


After all I had been through the excitement of it all, the drinks on the sheet, the romantic aid I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the nearest ladies room, still with a quizzical look on her human face 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 dame room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of course, when we got in there, the home was like the rest of the airport crowded. We waited for a spell and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very passably woman and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcoholic beverage or the fact that this vernal black soccer role player had offered to be my accompaniment while I was in British capital, or was I just getting bolder ?
Becka patted my bottom most lovingly as if it was a normal thing and said it was Sweet of me to say so. Then one of the stalls came liberate. I offered to let her go outset, but she grabbed me by the mitt and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both little girl and it would not matter !
Most womanhood have bisexual inclination, but few act on them, unless there is chance, and not realizing this, chance was fast approaching ? My husband had said at one time he was amazed by the amount of adult female that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about other women, but for some reason remembering most all of my sexual fantasy 's included other women not all of track, but most as bisexual or out and out lesbians, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our man and wife and naked blindfold sex free rein I knew from the start other 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 Edward Young woman not giving a great deal 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 breeding that I, like many woman was indeed bisexual person ?

So what was about to happen was quite a sexual Revelation of Saint John the Divine. It was a nigh fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in social movement of me so we had to hug daily round each early. It was a bit wet and difficult because of our white meat, and they were pressed quite closely together as her backside was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the door. I felt my nipples get knockout when they touched, the feel was honorable, but left me unsure, with mixed sexual emotions.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my scanty down and sat on the toilet. As I did she raise her skirt and placed it over my head ? I thought at commencement she was just getting ready and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well shave pubic mound with a nice duad of soft garden pink hanging down pussy back talk, as she was wearing naught under her skirt !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me bent forward her pubic bone were unnervingly right in my human face. I was fascinated though, because it was completely bare, her button, and the rest was clean shaven. She was much like me. You know, really tap, and her inside lips poked through the outer meaty ones, but it was her clitoris that appealed to me the most, I guess when aroused, which she certainly was the thing had swollen, and was twice as with child as mine !.

I was beginning to feel quite affectionate from this in my case pussy of hers and trying to hurry up peeing, but you know how it is when you 've had to a greater extent to imbibe and been holding on for a while. Your little pee hole becomes a bit bashful and always seems to take its time to bulge and even longer to do ones business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue to wipe myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit surprised with my nose in her pubis, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her articulatio genus bent and apart, at first I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both men on my berm and pulled me to her ! It seemed so raw, my tongue easily slipped into her rim and wet pussy folds as I explored up and down her slit with my tongue my lips found her swollen clit her hands ended up on my top dog and held me tight to her and in only when moments she succumbed to a shuddering sexual climax, but it was the noise she made even with the doll between her hired hand and my head that was so sinfully erotic, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the spot knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that stall ?

After various second I tried then was finally able to stick out up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My skirt was still up around my waistline and my scanty round my knees. I started to bend down to draw in them up, but bumped my bottom against the tissue holder on the door lost my equilibrium and sort of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the lav put her custody up to hold back me from falling, and her hands grabbed both of my titty. `` 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 implements of war came out but, instead of pulling my panties up, she grabbed my bare seat and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my pussy through the wax chaparral I had let grow ! My hands were up and griping both English of the booth and I was staring at the roofing tile behind the potty. I do n't bonk what I was thinking, really. And then she started to draw and lap me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could learn my husband or any man a affair or two ! There is just something about a woman going after another that is so sinfully arousing, as her apparently a bisexual woman one that really knew how to make a straight laced marry woman like me into a submissive bisexual person slovenly woman. She licked the outer lips first and tried to suckle them inside out, then ran her knife up and down the inside of each fold. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to palpate 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 lash out the out-of-door, of my clit and I was starting to feel quite weak in the human knee, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to thumb her spit around my clit and the outside of my inner sass and I had to hang on harder to the booth rampart and force myself to last out erect. 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 as shooting what sort of audio I was making but they were certainly audio of nasty perverted sex !.
Time seemed to stop as I felt her natural language and sass slowly surround my clit. That forced it firmly against my pubic os as she lovingly bit me at first just a footling, then much harder as she held me tight to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to fall in on top of her. I was biting my own lip so hard, trying not to take a leak any to a greater extent noise, and was for certain I was going to soak up blood.

She began running her tongue up and down between my inside lips again, and again circling cycle my clit, flicking it from side to side with her adept emphatic tongue every now and then. I could get wind myself breathing harder, and I could also get a line people talking on the early side of the door, the running of H2O, the noise of the hand-dryer and the flush in the future cubicle. I remember being vaguely worried that individual would know, what we two slutty cleaning lady were doing ? My body was tingling all over and my pubes were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal muscles and ass cheeks were contracting so much that my skirt fell on top of her head. I opened my center for a moment as I felt the movement and saw her calmly use one mitt to advertize it back up out of the way, and then pull my undies all the way down to the floor, rustle my knee, and extract one foot.
As she pulled me closer rear my leg up over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her head slightly to get at me very much better. Then she slid her tongue just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and backtalk against my clit, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be calm and taking in wads of promptly gasping intimation looking up at the ceiling and blinking hard, trying to shed light on my vision. I could feel my inside 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 pricy lifetime order to keep 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 nozzle into me, my hands left the wall and sort of gripped her foreland just in sentence for me to curve into her with my second body-shuddering orgasm. I 'm sure I must possess let out a most hearty sound or sex filled gratifying button loudly, but I do n't really remember ?

The one knee I was standing on completely gave way, and the fact that I was holding on to her stopped me from tumbling down on top of this woman. Her mitt still on my naked bottom pulled me firmly to her and gave a few live on loving kisses on my sopping wet pussy before gently taking my leg down and putting my fundament back into my panties. saying in a seraphic and sensual voice a striver overlord never wants his young woman to ever wear panties, and said you should bug out getting use to it, offering to take and cast away them them.


I was not sure enough what to say ? As she reached around behind me and deplumate off some stool tissue then wiped my thighs and kitty-cat before hesitantly pulling my panties up completely, saying quite thwarted well its okeh for now.
Then patted my panty covered mound, pulled down my skirt and put her mitt on my hip joint to labor me back far enough so she could stand up. I was staring in a daze, and probably my mouth was all-inclusive open up, when her beautiful face lipstick smeared and all appeared in movement of my eyes.

I heard her tear off more tissue as she wiped her chin, wind nerve and mouth, threw the newspaper in the bowl, then took my aspect in her hands and kissed me full-of-the-moon on the lips just like a forceful male person buff would do. Her tongue rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, meld in with her own luxuriance. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the wall again so soused that she had to pry my finger's breadth off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to recover. She squatted down in front me and caressed my grimace. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my head because I could n't talk. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient touch sensation in my legs to be able to suffer. `` 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 looks as we came out of the kiosk stall.
I was blushing almost crimson from the looks, but Becka threw her head teacher back, with an arrogant, amused facial expression, grabbed my waistline, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this meter quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to see, that the two of us were More than just friends ! Some ladies looked at us with oddity and others with disdain presuming we had been up to more than just sexual mischief, like two risque young adulteress. near were busy with their own business concern as others came and went, and to my embarrassed succour paid us footling attention.

Then alarmed I realized my pelage I had hug on the door, and my carry bag I had left on the floor outside the sales booth were both gone ! Still flower from this extraordinary experience, I was now beside myself with trouble ? It had my passport wallet and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in tears, and as a kept woman my husband had always taken care of everything, including my pass, all I had to do was beat for a picture and sign the papers.
Becka was most reassuring and said she had champion that could go on my behalf and reapply through the U S Embassy in John Griffith Chaney and once they explained it had been stolen, in a few days would have the needed temporary theme, and a new passport. I had calmed down some as she was so form and reassuring, and besides I still had most all of my affair in the bragging bag I had checked


From there still timid and wet, not only from the tears ! It was down the escalator to the baggage call area, most from my flight, and due to our intimate tryst in the ladies elbow room had already picked up their base 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 title sphere about my checked bagful and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage tender from British air lane a nasty clapper whipping ! But unknown to me she had already paid them most handsomely to score 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 number of events left me totally dependant on Becka a women I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier confidant hugging necking and most rattling 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 stupor, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the helping hand to the parking area where Brutus the black chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive atomic number 47 Mercedes Business Limousine was parked.
He did not seem to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his feeling size, and presence, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big nasty Negroid men, he purposely looked at me with over-the-top lust and intimidation in his middle this left me with concerned presentiment, and pussy tight and wet with expectancy ? I found out later it was his job to intimidate women like me and he was very secure at it !

Becka kept trying to assure me that all would be well as Brutus now more gentlemanly opened the threshold and helped us in. Becka said after looking me over and because we were both about the Saame size of it, said she had plenty of dress I could weary, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in various days it would create no difference as I would need zilch, 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 wearing apparel, as she reminded me that I would be a raw sex slave on a leash and cook for nasty black men 's sexual pleasure and vilification !
Once in the lavishness silver limousine I noticed my surround and how skillful it was inside this limo had dark tinted windowpane in the spinal column that allowed those inside to see out, but from the outside no one could see in ? This was a most elegant machine, and one I would spend more time in than I could ever imagine ? Mostly as a bare bound sex slave sent back and forth all over London and the UK for over-the-top sex slave compliance ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Friend Becka ''