My New biography As A Sex striver To Black Masters !

'' The reaching '' Chapter One

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Diana

A 34 yr old matrimonial ashen woman, 5'6"marvellous shadow brown hair'immature middle and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several youngster still looked her best, actually younger than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very naive over sexed and insecure as to her looks. Her chief asset is her incredible sex driving and a most raw clitoris, that with small mentation of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a girl made for sex ! One of her favorite sexual fantasy 's is to be a naked helpless sex slave to nasty inkiness men !

Becka

A 36 yr old flyspeck attractive European char of Catalan decent is 5'4"tall with scarlet brown fuzz and black sultry middle. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"womanhood, that has sensitive 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 cleaning woman like Princess of Wales that are predisposed to lead two lives, one of a traditional married cleaning woman, and the former as a sex slave and black prick cocotte to and for men of colouration. She has offered to assist, and help mastermind women like Diana into this life trend of romantic tight and abusive interracial sex, as a submissive slave !

Tyrone

Tyrone Powers, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the perfect black slave master, at well over 6'grandiloquent 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is much older in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite magical and is very soundly at seducing white wed fair sex that have sexual fantasy 's of hard worker sex with black valet, but believe me he is no gentleman ! He is a circuitous mother fucker that will use any manoeuvre to gain the confidence upper mitt and control condition of naively dolt and over turn on woman like Diane !

Tyrone has a cock that virtually men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of beauty with an enormous mushroom shaped head that can get hard in an instant and stick around that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous balls, that store incredible amounts of cum. But his real art is his ability to both delight and misuse womanhood sexually, and on top of that he is unsatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous whiteness married charwoman as full or part time melanize rooster sex slaves, and like many Stanford White women wants Princess of Wales as one that will pass a double liveliness as one, at least to bulge with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's Husband She is the loves of his lifespan, and only wants her to be well-chosen and experience sex the likes of that few cleaning lady will ever bask. They have had a most wonderful sex life broad of intimate adventure, from before they were married with naked parking out in the woods, to sex after they were married with alien in sordid hotels. They have had incredible sex on New Years with Diana dressed in future to zippo at expensive hi class hotels, that always seems to end with hot nasty sex, and not always with her married man ! He knows that by sending her off to experience this fantasy of hers he is taking the risk and prospect of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so often it is a hazard 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 to the highest degree Andrew Dickson White husbands are incompetent of giving..

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A married white housewife journey's to the UK in lookup of a glowering intimate fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become realism. Her husband has become close Friend with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very like estimation and pastime, as to his wife Princess Diana 's lot. They have discussed so many things about this intimate fantasy, of white women in slavery to black men and all of the awful abusive harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the topic of of their conversation !

An agreement has been entered into by the three political party for their reciprocal benefit, that has sealed Diana 's fate ! The strict legal document she has signed has many requirements, one she has been sent with a one way slate, and only has adequate money to finally for respective days. Her apparel the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage title area ?
Becka in her first devious handling of Diana has paid the luggage animal trainer to conveniently make up all of her things disappear. This will cover that she becomes fully strung-out on her, who will see to her demand, and Princess of Wales will stimulate no choice but to swear totally on her for everything, intellectual nourishment money and wearing apparel, along with a shoes to stay ? The other prerequisite is that prior to her submission as a black cock sex slave, she not under any consideration shave her pubic region, and that she have a full midst George Walker Bush for her induction into thrall ?

Diana

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

I was a 35 yr old married housewife that had an over active imagination, along with an incredible sex private road. I had shuffle feelings about a bit of reprobate fantasy 's ever since I was a young woman ! My interest in wickedness sexual meeting was so overpowering that public morals, perception and even my own conscious, as to what was acceptable, along with the arrangement I was about to go into into allowed me to easily brush all of these concerns aside.


There were respective affair that happened to me that perked my involvement in disgraceful men. I grew up in Southern Calif and had no bias against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any sentiment to, or about black men as a young woman and only viewed them as men. It was only after respective experiences all sexually inspired that started my fantasy 's to include them.

One thing that happened to me. Was my father, he was a big hansom man that loved to drink, gamble and score other women ! This is where I am sure my sex drive came from ? At barely 18 my Fatherhood took me with him on several occasions where he played carte du jour with my uncle and several of his blackness friends in the all black country of southern California where I would serve them beer !
My father never worked much, but mom always did. I was the oldest of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never delight him no matter how knockout 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 relieve oneself a good trivial wife, at one of these posting games he had offered me up to these former black gentlemen, even patting me on my tooshie inferring that I would be sound in bed ?

I think, he would hold never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young oversexed girl that masturbated regularly and had fantasy 's of dark scurrilous sex, the thought of me naked in the hired hand of these old black men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard hearsay about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her au naturel blindfold her and led these black men fuck her, these rumors were later confirmed when I found pictures during these games of black men fucking my aunt ! These idea of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karen, their daughter about four eld my junior at the time got hooked up with a several elderly black men when she was in her elder yr of school, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all ignominious area of Compton near Long Beach Golden State. She was a blond blue eyed cute slightly over weight piddling affair looking for love in all the wrong places. She came and lived with us one summertime when she was barely 18 and I think several of my married man male friend Fucked her nous out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these black men several years later in her early 20s and had attended a category funeral for another uncle, my hubby did not give ear. She had no car only a long bus ride so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in movement of her family I had a rather interesting and arousing conversation with Karenic especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humiliating and sexually abusive, they would pander her out to their acquaintance as a black stopcock slut, but apparently she loved it !


session in my car she first showed me her poove of spades tattoos on each of her bare bra to a lesser extent breasts ! Then she raised her skirt and showed me her black stopcock whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well used cunt ! If this was not shocking enough opened her legs wide showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the ring was pierced right through the physique of her rather turgid and horribly stretched clitoral tissue layer !

As a young married woman trying to convert myself, More than her, said in a less than convincing phonation I could never do such a thing ! But in accuracy, my intellection and sexual fantasy 's about such things, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in aroused electrical shock continued with Karenic inviting me in to meet her two black lovers !

At get-go I made self-justification not to, but my sake and curiosity as well as her description of them plus her obvious willing submissive nature left me really sexed up and of course I had no other choice, .. right ? Once in the house she immediately removed all of her apparel ! At first I was shocked, as one of her bootleg masters appeared I was not trusted what to do or think ? He was older in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big black helping hand, and then ordered her down on her human knee ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to make introductions while naked and on her knees ! He then ordered me to strip ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a tacky sinister vocalisation that was accompanied a heavy slap across my expression I instantly knew he meant business !

For me, my hubby had never been mean or demanding as I had always been submissive and bequeath, he had only spanked my tail and abuse my snatch. 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 facial expression on his expression 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 metre her former total darkness master hearing all of the commotion had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the other black master was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and several atomic number 79 teeth ! He had a very nasty look in his eyes that made me shudder, and the other man that had slapped me look so much more appeal ! With no hesitation or warning what so ever he unzipped his bloomers and out flopped a mammoth black hammer that was enlarging itself by the secondly ! I was scared to death as he told me to put my deal behind my back outdoors my sassing and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard several fourth dimension calling me a Black Cock Whore, watchword that would suit perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting more !
Then his stopcock now rock hard inhume my will open oral fissure as he brutally face fucked me harder and harder ! I had sucked prick before but always on my terms and was very ladylike about it always kind and gentle.


It had been a play on to take a man like my husband and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my articulatio genus and to have a awful looking forceful dark unknown melanize do this to me had brought about sexual intellection and depraved wizard I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum loading almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a matrimonial fair sex and that was not ready or interested in being a will black shaft prostitute ! The very polar though was true and in fact the case ! 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 fundament, picked up my wearing apparel and purse placed them in my munition and pushed me out the battlefront door and onto the porch ! It was broad daytime and others in the neighborhood watched smiling at my humiliating predicament, as apparently Karenic and some of their other young sex sluts had been naked and on the porch a number of times before !
So for others all mostly short bootleg residents seeing me like this was not all that unusual. He had removed his leather bash and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a syrupy blistering whack on my bare rear, the sound of leather hitting spare female person shape was like a gun shot in the quiet neighbourhood !
I screamed out so loud that over a 12 mass were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my eyes, still naked I dropped my Francis Scott Key several sentence as I fumbled around trying to open the door ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karen, and now to me was and even the rough brutality of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this billet and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about cleaning woman like me that that only need a threat or a petty ill-usage, that could easily end up in situations where they have no choice and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful total darkness men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive upbringing and the fact that my Fatherhood was a big right looking pussy chasing guy, this is where I think my perverted fantasy 's and kinky sex drive came from ! This bizarre intimate encounter and the most excite sexual conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to bechance !

This is where it started, and all through our married aliveness were sessions of naked edge sex play out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the excitement and unbelievable sex having no estimate where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of course the fucking I got from these men, and many I am sure enough were dark. It was all fun and games, but I wanted more !

My married man business had started to take Thomas More of his prison term and he was unable to fulfill me or my motivation the way he had in the past times, he was going one way, and I the other. I learned later that Becka had a very standardized experience, I like her had everything, money credit cards skillful clothes a car and nice business firm. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually frustrated, horny as hell and wanting with this nagging phantasy of naked submissive bondage, never far from my thoughts !


These thoughts were the nasty abusive kind of amount raw on my genu entry with only a neckband and leash, and that leash in the hands of a dominant nasty black slave master, a man that had little concern what so ever for my well being ! The sort that would use and abuse me sexually in the most harsh brutal and humiliating way !
My husband Jon had made all of the arrangements for me, and had signed the papers that this slave master with Becka 's avail had sent ! I knew footling about the particular or flights I was about to assume. Neither did I know much about this charwoman Becka, I had complied with one request and that was to let my pubic hairsbreadth grow, it was quite strange, as for most of our married life and almost from the starting I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a total pubic shrub was only part of the rite and requisite 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 as to my fancy, and how it would get a reality ? My flight On United left early around 6:00 am that morning time, and was a 5hr trajectory from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a shortstop layover I would change planer, and board British Airways 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 cleaning woman traveling by herself. We both had integrate emotions at my departure and once aboard, the woodworking plane, I was surprised to see it was was one-half full of traveller, this allowed me a prat by myself, with no one on either side. I would scotch numerous prison term zona and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the even London time.

During the flight to New York, I had 2nd thoughts about what I was about to do, but the over powering urge and desire to do this quickly brushed all of my concerns aside ? I had gotten little sleep the night before, and had planned on making up for it on these long flight. I kept drifting off into periods of wedge slumber laced with things that had happened to me over the twelvemonth, all sexual ! It was as if my creative thinker 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 jerk off at an too soon age followed by intimate fantasy, my 1st sexual encounters with my Father of the Church uncle and his pitch-dark friends during these notice games, the thought of my aunty naked edge and being fucked by numerous Joseph Black men ! My first boyfriend tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my panties off and sucking me to my first unwritten orgasm, and the terrifying mentation of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my full cousin Karen and her two smuggled masters.
To our many kinky sexual adventure out in the woods or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by legion strange men, and many that were black nasty ones, the face fucking my cunt sore and dripping all these thoughtful experiences that flipped through my mind left me wet and very stir, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The aeroplane was tardy getting into New York JFK, after which it was a madhouse of hurrying to make the connecting flying to Heathrow LHR ! The flying was over booked and full, as if by design I was seated between to young mordant soccer players that had been competing in international tourney competition. They were dressed in shorts and the team colors, and logs. I was still wet hot flash and sexed up by my earlier thoughts from the previous muted undisturbed escape, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at initiative as they paid me little attention. They were probably in their ahead of time 20s and were conversing in a language I had never heard before, much to a lesser extent sympathise ? Once the ass belt mansion was turned off, the flight accompaniment offered the rider on these yearn flight of stairs the pick of lights out pillows, and blanket. So as to catch one's breath and lay down up the lost time and assist defeat the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passenger had taken reward of this and many were in sections of the unlit aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two young men, as the airliner climbed to cruising altitude had been talking endlessly as the one on my mighty kept leaning over almost on top of me as the other pointed out landmarks of farsighted island and berth along the shoring communication channel of Connecticut. But once through the overcast it became only pretty blue sky's with zippo else to see that quickly became dull, and their attention turned to me. Alcohol. was usually devoid on these long over water trajectory, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing tidy sum of drinking to pass the time.

The one on my veracious next to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in staring English language sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a drink, and would not take no for an answer. I had done little drinking even during our intimate adventures because of my father who was an alcohol-dependent and opine if I did would have little control of my sinful sex drive, and as it turned out I was decently ! I had told the trajectory co-occurrence to bring only non dipsomaniac sparkling cider, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a sparkling champagne ! My oral fissure had been dry due to all of the flimflam of trying to make the flight of steps, and although early had airline nutrient, but had eaten little.

The drinks they bought me were wondrous, as I having no experience with champagne like alcohol, the buzz along with not eating and the high-pitched elevation of airline business flight quickly enhanced my previous intellection and arousal, as they continued to babble out, in this language I did not realize ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of translation that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one seance by the window sensing my aroused disquietude said in perfect engilsh as he put his hired hand on mine, one with my wedding ring, said honestly your husband must really like you to buy such a ring ! But did not removed his helping hand from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive tie woman like me was traveling alone ? I was not prepared for such a interrogative sentence and with sinful guilt obviously all over my face, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my husband knew zero about much less would approve of !


I did not answer his question, which made it quite clear to him along with the guilty tone, ... I was up to no effective ! From this point on his attitude changed and his helping hand was now resting just above my knee, I said nothing, and made no effort to press his hand away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in words I did not understand to his admirer sitting in the aisle buns ? I had no idea what to do or say and was holding my breathing spell, as the other banquet and placed a blanket the flight attendee hand given him earlier, that easily covered his friends hand and amorous indiscretions, or for that matter if anyone bothered to look.

The trajectory meeter had returned again pushing her handcart full of bottles up the gangway asking if anyone wanted more drinks ? Both men bought several for me, this would lay down six of the piddling bubbly bottles of what I thought was marvelous tasting sparkling cyder, I had no thought was intoxicating. Not long after downing the last bottle and me more relaxed than ever the cabin attendants turned all but the good manners lights out in our segment, and with another blanket at our electric pig, along with respective pillows and no immunity what so ever from me, this Whitney Moore Young Jr. black association football player became much bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his other hand down under my annulus in between my thigh to bet and explore, I was wearing only panties under my dame that were now, along with my full bush very wet ! When his fingers found how wet my pantie were I could see as we looked at one another even in the dark, a knowing smile hybridization his face !

With his fingers searching and poking it took lilliputian time for them to regain their around my panties, and into me I gasped holding my breath as his finger's breadth found my clit and started a dim fleshly detrition, in between pinching it, as his digit continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my natural language to kept the sounds of stimulating arousal from escaping my sass. A iniquitous palpitation orgasm took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful satisfy, and exhausted eternal sleep, never imaging that something like this could fall out with total unknown much less pass on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the lighter coming on and the Flight attendant announcing that we would soon be landing. My amorous fellow had along with his ally gone to sleep with his caput on my shoulder that had during our eternal rest ended up on my breast with his manus still in my panties ! He also was awaken by the promulgation and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the mantle simulation as if nada had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the concourse it was a interfering clip with passengers wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to fire up up with these two offspring mordant soccer players on either side also waiting our tour to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in complete english with an even prominent smiling where I was staying in London, and if he could be of any further assistance ? And that he and his friend would be more than well-chosen to show me all of the tourist batch of London, and much more eye blink at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a acquaintance at a secret residence, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the Lester Willis Young man said he would be more than felicitous to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and happy, getting the shout from Mr tycoon, better known as Tyrone my Black person slave schoolmaster that my new friend and soon to be sex buckle down partner in Tyrone 's horse barn of slaves, her public figure was Lady Diana Frances Spencer. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr Powers my slave master had insisted I use his silver grey Mercedes Business Limousine, to break up Lady Diana Frances Spencer up at the drome thinking that it would sacrifice her and I a intimately chance to know one another in a closer and more insinuate way, and that I not have to aim and fight the aerodrome traffic.


I had my own car, a Greco-Roman iniquity green Jaguar E mannikin convertible It was a car that I liked very a great deal, unlike many of the others, that were British symbol. I used it sparingly for commercial enterprise when doing work when I was in the UK and of track for play ?


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summer prison term on M20 to Dover and other places with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my naked tits at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a camion rest country and put on a appearance for them, much to their pleasure ! But sadly very few drivers in the UK were Negro !
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Her married man Jon, knew that I would take undecomposed care of her, but the end, of her slip, was to train and educated her in the ways of slavery, and submission, here were convention you know. Tyrone, Mr Powers My Black possessor, would try out on her naked body with wizard of pleasure and mortification after becoming his attribute, and for at to the lowest degree a three month time she had agreed to, and then progress to her determination. But was unaware of the details of the contract she had signed with out reading at the time ?

Tyrone was a big inviolable, and great Black crap Master that would take Diana to the uttermost limits of sexual torment and enjoyable contumely ! 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 occupation Limousine and a big blackened burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr Powers, Tyrone used for affair like this. He was big black man with control comportment would allow for uninstructed charwoman like Diana fix to comply any order and fuck once in his charge she must do with out question what ever she was told by him. His name was Marcus Junius Brutus and in realness he was a big teddy bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on more than one occasion, but could play the function of nasty intimidation, that would bring uninitiate oversexed charwoman like Diana swiftly to their knee joint, in tote up compliance !
Her hubby Jon had FedEx To Mr Powers along with copies to me, of her resume and effectual document of meekness with quite a bit of pictures of her, most were of her raw bounce and leashed, in subservient compromising poses, but a few were in modest attire, however these motion-picture show I had seen did not do justice to this woman !


I was waiting at the comer logic gate When I could see my beautiful new friend come through customs and security system. I was some distance away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by respective in, and with a more shapely and seductive organic structure, her tit and coxa were a bit orotund than mine but it was her lovely ramification, and bottom that impressed me the most. The heels she wore were a bit high for airport traveling, she turned looking back for a moment as if looking for someone ? But I could see these dog made her legs thighs and round bottom so more deliciously appealing, as the brightly lights from the arrival logic 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 stitch skirt and blouse that did little to enshroud her beauty or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and small travel bag. I of course was not the sole 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 gang of expectant friends relatives and buff not quite sure who she was looking for, but when our eyes finally met I knew instantly who she was although never having met before, but apparently by design from her married man she knew short about me. This would change in only a few brief minute !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crew of traveler. We gave each other a hesitant hug and a quick osculation at showtime, but in only if present moment we were hugging and kissing like giddy Edward Young schoolhouse missy. Then two unseasoned Black men dressed in coloration of a topical anesthetic British soccer team, approached Diana ? One looked straight at me with to a lesser extent than gentlemanly gaze and asked her if I was the friend 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 public figure number and he and his friend would be well-chosen to show us the Nox spots around London ! I looked at Lady Diana Frances Spencer in wonder, thinking she might not be quite so uninstructed or innocent after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laughter and excited small talk we made our way towards the baggage area.
Princess of Wales
Never having been out of the State Department before, and now in the UK was a first, the wonderful shops we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the coloured lights of late evening in this gigantic airline terminal that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The foresightful trip and the people from every nation passing this way and that, as a married fair sex by myself the spate was all quite overwhelming !


After all I had been through the inflammation of it all, the crapulence on the plane, the amorous attention I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the airless gentlewoman room, still with a mocking look on her face from the Lester Willis 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 peeress room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of course, when we got in there, the place was like the rest of the airport crowded. We waited for a while and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very moderately woman and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcohol or the fact that this young Shirley Temple association football player had offered to be my bodyguard while I was in capital of the United Kingdom, or was I just getting bolder ?
Becka patted my prat most lovingly as if it was a formula thing and said it was sweet of me to say so. Then one of the stalls came exempt. I offered to let her go initiative, but she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both girls and it would not weigh !
Most women have bisexual person tendencies, but few act on them, unless there is opportunity, and not realizing this, opportunity was fast approaching ? My married man had said at one clock time he was amazed by the measure of women that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about other women, but for some reason remembering near all of my intimate fancy 's included other women not all of course, but about as bisexual person or out and out tribade, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our marriage and naked blindfold sex romp I knew from the start other women had either watched or played with me, and suspected that some had even orally pleasured me. But It was only sex, and I was an oversexed young woman not giving 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 let in to myself due to my religious rearing that I, like many women was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to happen was quite a sexual revealing. It was a close 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 squeeze round of golf each early. It was a bit sloshed and hard because of our breasts, and they were pressed quite closely together as her tail was pushed forward by the toilet-paper bearer on the threshold. I felt my nipples get strong when they touched, the feeling was unspoilt, but left me unsure, with mixed sexual emotions.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my pantie down and sat on the privy. As I did she invoke her skirt and placed it over my head ? I thought at inaugural she was just getting ready and had done so by error ? This showed a well shave pubic mound with a decent pair of soft garden pink hanging down pussy lips, as she was wearing nada under her skirt !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me hang forward her pubic region were unnervingly proper in my brass. I was fascinated though, because it was completely bleak, her clit, and the rest was clean shaven. She was much like me. You know, really rap, and her inner lip poked through the outer meaty ones, but it was her clit that appealed to me the most, I guess when aroused, which she certainly was the thing had swollen, and was twice as orotund as mine !.

I was beginning to experience quite lovesome from this in my nerve pussy of hers and trying to festinate up pissing, but you know how it is when you 've had more to drink and been holding on for a while. Your little pee trap becomes a bit blate and always seems to bring its time to set forth 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 surprise with my olfactory organ in her pubes, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knees hang and apart, at start I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both workforce on my berm and pulled me to her ! It seemed so innate, my tongue easily slipped into her lips and wet pussy folds as I explored up and down her slit with my tongue my lips found her swollen clit her helping hand ended up on my foreland and held me mingy to her and in only moments she succumbed to a shuddering orgasm, but it was the noise she made even with the skirt between her hands and my drumhead that was so sinfully erotic, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the place knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that carrel ?

After several minutes I tried then was finally able to stand up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My bird was still up around my shank and my panty round my articulatio genus. I started to bend down to pull in them up, but bumped my tush against the tissue holder on the threshold lost my Libra the Scales and form of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the toilet put her hands up to stop me from falling, and her hands grabbed both of my breasts. `` Oh, I 'm terribly 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 munition came out but, instead of pulling my pantie up, she grabbed my bare bottom of the inning and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my pussycat through the full George H.W. 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 lav. I do n't know what I was thinking, really. And then she started to give suck and lick me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could learn my husband or any man a thing or two ! There is just something about a woman going after another that is so sinfully arousing, as her apparently a bisexual person charwoman one that really knew how to make a straight person laced conjoin woman like me into a submissive epicene slut. She licked the outer lip first and tried to sucked 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 sense quite thirsty.
At least I think so. My back talk was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going daily round and brush up the outside, of my clit and I was starting to feel quite weak in the knees, not to name having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flick her tongue around my clit and the outside of my inner sassing and I had to hang on harder to the cubicle rampart and force myself to bide upright. 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 what kind of strait I was making but they were certainly sounds of nasty perverted sex !.
time seemed to turn back as I felt her lingua and sassing slowly surround my clit. That forced it firmly against my pubic bone as she lovingly bit me at first just a little, then much harder as she held me 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 take a crap any Sir Thomas More noise, and was sure I was going to pull blood.

She began running her lingua up and down between my inside lips again, and again circling rung my clitoris, flicking it from side to side with her expert emphatic knife every now and then. I could hear myself breathing harder, and I could also hear people talking on the former side of the door, the run of water, the randomness of the hand-dryer and the flush in the next stall. I remember being vaguely worried that someone 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 muscle and ass cheeks were contracting so much that my skirt fell on top of her straits. I opened my eyes for a consequence as I felt the movement and saw her calmly use one hand to crusade it back up out of the way, and then pull my undies all the way down to the storey, cabbage my human knee, and extract one foot.
As she pulled me closer swipe my leg up over her shoulder joint, bending down further and turning her head slightly to get at me practically 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 placid and taking in lots of quick gasping breather looking up at the cap and blinking intemperately, trying to sack up my vision. I could finger my inside contracting in and out, and then I could n't give up myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing my loins hard against her and hanging onto the walls for love life order to preserve from falling !

I was panting and still blinking hard, and cum was leaking down both side of my thighs, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her nose into me, my hired hand left the walls and kind of gripped her head just in time for me to arch into her with my moment body-shuddering orgasm. I 'm for certain I must throw let out a most satisfying speech sound or sex filled pleasurable release loudly, but I do n't really remember ?

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 bottom pulled me firmly to her and gave a few finish loving candy kiss on my sopping wet pussy before gently taking my leg down and putting my groundwork back into my scanty. saying in a sweet-scented and sensual voice a slave master never wants his girls to ever jade scanty, and said you should start getting use to it, offering to take and cast aside them them.


I was not sure what to say ? As she reached around behind me and tore off some john tissue then wiped my thigh and pussy before hesitantly pulling my panties up completely, saying quite disappointed well its okey for now.
Then patted my panty covered mound, pulled down my annulus and put her mitt on my hips to campaign me back far enough so she could stand up. I was staring in a stupor, and probably my mouth was wide opened, when her beautiful face lipstick smeared and all appeared in front line of my eyes.

I heard her tear off more tissue as she wiped her Chin, nose cheeks and lips, threw the theme in the bowl, then took my face in her helping hand and kissed me full moon on the lips just like a forceful male person lover would do. Her tongue rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, mixed in with her own lushness. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the walls again so fuddled that she had to pry my fingers off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to regain. She squatted down in straw man me and caressed my face. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my head word because I could n't blab out. I leaned forward and kissed her on the rim. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient flavour in my stage to be able to stomach. `` Actually, bonk, `` 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 expression as we came out of the booth stall.
I was blushing almost crimson from the looks, but Becka threw her point back, with an self-important, amused facial expression, grabbed my waist, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this time quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to seem, that the two of us were Thomas More than just friends ! Some gentlewoman looked at us with curiosity and others with disdain presuming we had been up to More than just sexual shenanigan, like two naughty young slattern. to the highest degree were busy with their own job as others came and went, and to my humiliated rest period paid us little attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coat I had hug on the door, and my carry bag I had left on the trading floor outside the booth were both gone ! Still flush from this sinful experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my passport notecase and money along with the few personal matter I had taken with me. I was quickly in tears, and as a kept fair sex my married man had always taken care of everything, including my pass, all I had to do was model for a picture show and sign the papers.
Becka was most assure and said she had friends 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 mean solar day would have the need impermanent paper, and a new pass. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had to the highest degree all of my affair in the magnanimous bag I had checked


From there still diffident and wet, not only from the weeping ! It was down the escalator to the baggage claim area, nigh from my flight, and due to our intimate tryst in the ladies way had already picked up their bags and had left, only a few were left going around and around on the carousel but none were mine ?
Finally we inquired at the baggage claim orbit about my checked bag and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage co-occurrence from British airway a awful spit whipping ! But unknown to me she had already paid them most handsomely to puddle sure my purse disappeared ! They were quite convincingly apologetic, insisting they would be found and delivered to Becka 's apartment in a day or so, but this would never be.
This unexpected turn of events left me totally qualified on Becka a womanhood I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier intimate hugging kissing and most fantastic pleasuring of each early I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had nix no clothes no money and no passport ! Still in somewhat of a fog, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hand to the parking domain where Brutus the bootleg chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive ash grey Mercedes Business limousine was parked.
He did not appear to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his looks size, and bearing, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big nasty pitch-black men, he purposely looked at me with sinful lustfulness and intimidation in his eyes this left me with concerned boding, and slit tight and wet with prevision ? I found out later it was his job to intimidate charwoman like me and he was very commodity 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 Sami size of it, said she had heap of clothes I could wear, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several days it would make no departure as I would need zip, 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 veracious ! I would cause no need of clothes, as she reminded me that I would be a au naturel sex slave on a leash and ready for nasty black men 's intimate pleasure and contumely !
Once in the sumptuousness silver limousine I noticed my surroundings and how gracious it was inside this limo had dark tinted window in the back that allowed those inside to see out, but from the remote no one could see in ? This was a most graceful machine, and one I would expend Thomas More clock time in than I could ever imagine ? Mostly as a naked bound sex slave sent back and forth all over London and the UK for ungodly sex slave entry ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Friend Becka ''