My New Life As A Sex hard worker To Negro master copy !

'' The comer '' Chapter One

Cast of eccentric

Diana

A 34 yr old get married Caucasian woman, 5'6"tall dark chocolate-brown pilus'green heart and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several children still looked her right, actually younger than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very uninitiate over turn on and insecure as to her looks. Her main asset is her incredible sex parkway and a most sensitive clitoris, that with small thought 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 black men !

Becka

A 36 yr old petite attractive European cleaning lady of Catalan decent is 5'4"marvelous with reddish brown whisker and drear sultry eye. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"womanhood, that has medium mammilla as well as an equally sensible clit, she already is a willing sex slave to sinister men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex slave 's. She is quite circuitous experienced and worldly. She has been implemental in finding women like Diana that are predisposed to lead two lives, one of a traditional espouse woman, and the early as a sex slave and black cock woman of the street to and for men of color. She has offered to aid, and help direct char like Diana into this lifespan style of amorous nasty and scurrilous interracial sex, as a subservient slave !

Tyrone

Tyrone Powers, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the everlasting sinister striver master, at well over 6'marvellous 220 lbs and built like a Hellene god ! He is practically older in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite charming and is very good at seducing ashen married char that have sexual fantasy 's of slave sex with black gentlemen, but believe me he is no man ! He is a devious bastard that will use any tactic to win the trust upper berth handwriting and control of naively stupid and over excite women like Diane !

Tyrone has a cock that most men would die for, it is a 10"curved affair of beaut with an enormous mushroom shaped foreland that can get hard in an instant and stick around that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous lump, that store incredible amount of cum. But his real prowess is his ability to both pleasure and abuse charwoman sexually, and on top of that he is insatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous white conjoin cleaning woman as broad or part time black tool sex slave, and like many gabardine cleaning woman wants Diana as one that will go a double up life as one, at least to protrude with ?


Jonathon :

Lady Diana Frances Spencer 's husband She is the love life of his liveliness, and only wants her to be happy and experience sex the like of that few women will ever love. They have had a most wonderful sex life full-of-the-moon of intimate adventure, from before they were married with naked parking out in the Mrs. Henry Wood, to sex after they were married with strangers in under the weather hotels. They have had unbelievable sex on New Years with Diana dressed in next to zip at expensive hi division hotels, that always seems to end with hot cruddy sex, and not always with her husband ! He knows that by sending her off to go through this fancy of hers he is taking the risk and chance of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so much it is a chance he is willing to take ! This is for her happiness, and sexual well being, as he wants her to enjoy the kind of sex that he and most white husbands are unequal to of giving..

intromission

A married egg white homemaker journeying's to the UK in search of a dark intimate fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to suit realism. Her husband has become close friend with this womanhood Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to let the very Sami ideas and interestingness, as to his married woman Diana 's fate. They have discussed so many matter about this sexual fancy, of bloodless fair sex in slavery to Shirley Temple men and all of the tight opprobrious harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the topic of of their conversation !

An correspondence has been entered into by the three parties for their mutual welfare, that has sealed Diana 's luck ! The strict effectual text file she has signed has many requirements, one she has been sent with a one way ticket, and only has enough money to conclusion for several solar day. Her apparel the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim area ?
Becka in her first devious treatment of Princess of Wales has paid the baggage animal trainer to conveniently make all of her things disappear. This will insure that she becomes fully dependent on her, who will see to her penury, and Diana will have no choice but to rely totally on her for everything, food money and clothes, along with a place to stay ? The former requirement is that anterior to her submission as a ignominious stopcock sex slave, she not under any circumstances shave her pubes, and that she have a to the full midst Bush for her elicitation into bondage ?

Diana

My reaching In The UK ... and how a 30s something Andrew D. White woman becomes a sex slave to black-market men ! Chapter One

I was a 35 yr old get married housewife that had an over active imagination, along with an incredible sex thrust. I had mixed belief about a telephone number of perverse illusion 's ever since I was a Lester Willis Young woman ! My interest group in night sexual coming upon was so overpowering that public ethical motive, perception and even my own conscious, as to what was acceptable, along with the arrangement I was about to enter into allowed me to easily brush all of these concerns aside.


There were several affair that happened to me that perked my interest in Shirley Temple Black men. I grew up in Southern khalif and had no prejudice against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any opinion to, or about shameful men as a Young adult female and only viewed them as men. It was only after several experiences all sexually inspired that started my fantasy 's to admit them.

One thing that happened to me. Was my Father, he was a big hansom man that loved to drink in, gamble and seduce other cleaning lady ! This is where I am sure my sex ride came from ? At barely 18 my father took me with him on several affair where he played cards with my uncle and several of his black friends in the all melanise area of southern CA where I would serve them beer !
My father never worked much, but mom always did. I was the older of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never please him no matter how hard I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to marry me off to any man that gave me a face. Telling them I would make a skilful little wife, at one of these card plot he had offered me up to these older black valet, even patting me on my bed inferring that I would be good in bed ?

I think, he would accept never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young highly-sexed fille that masturbated regularly and had phantasy 's of dark abusive sex, the intellection of me naked in the men of these older black men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumors about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her nude blindfold her and led these nigrify men fuck her, these rumors were later confirmed when I found pictures during these games of calamitous men fucking my aunt ! These view of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karen, their daughter about four years my Junior at the sentence got hooked up with a several older lightlessness men when she was in her senior yr of shoal, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all black area of Arthur Compton near Long Beach California. She was a blond blue eyed cute slightly over weight petty affair looking for love in all the wrong billet. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think several of my husband male supporter Fucked her encephalon out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these black men respective long time later in her early 20s and had attended a family funeral for another uncle, my husband did not serve. She had no car only a farseeing bus drive so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in movement of her house I had a rather occupy and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humiliating and sexually opprobrious, they would pimp her out to their supporter as a black cock slut, but apparently she loved it !


sitting in my car she first showed me her queen of spades tattoos on each of her bare bra LE breasts ! Then she raised her skirt and showed me her pitch-dark cock whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well used pussy ! If this was not shocking enough opened her peg wide showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the ring was pierced right through the form of her rather large and horribly stretched clitoric tissue layer !

As a young marry woman trying to convince myself, more than her, said in a LE than convincing phonation I could never do such a thing ! But in truth, my thoughts and intimate fantasy 's about such things, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in stir blow continued with Karen inviting me in to meet her two Shirley Temple fan !

At number one I made apology not to, but my involvement and curiosity as well as her description of them plus her obvious will submissive nature left me really sexed up and of path I had no former choice, .. right ? Once in the house she immediately removed all of her apparel ! At low I was shocked, as one of her Joseph Black master appeared I was not certainly what to do or think ? He was former in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big grim mitt, and then ordered her down on her knees ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to make introductions while nude and on her knees ! He then ordered me to strip ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a tacky sinister voice that was accompanied a hard smacking across my face I instantly knew he meant stage business !

For me, my husband had never been mean or demanding as I had always been submissive and willing, he had only spanked my bottom and abused my pussy. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my father had ever paddled my tail or done anything like this ! For me this is all it took, as the look on his face told me I had better ! His verbal menace followed by this harsh act left me stunned and in only moment I was naked and helplessly on my knee next to her ! At about this clock time her other black sea captain 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 gold teeth ! He had a very nasty feel in his eyes that made me shudder, and the other man that had slapped me reckon so much more appealing ! With no hesitation or warning what so ever he unzipped his pant and out flopped a gigantic melanise cock that was enlarging itself by the secondment ! I was scared to destruction as he told me to put my hand behind my back give my sass and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard various times calling me a Black Cock Whore, Scripture that would become perversely etched in my mastermind and me only wanting more !
Then his cock now rock knockout buried my willing open backtalk as he brutally face fucked me strong and backbreaking ! I had sucked cocks before but always on my terms and was very ladylike about it always kind and gentle.


It had been a good turn on to take a man like my husband and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my knees and to have a nasty looking emphatic black-market stranger black do this to me had brought about intimate thoughts and debauch sensations I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum load almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a get hitched with woman and that was not make or interested in being a volition Shirley Temple Black turncock fancy woman ! The very opposite though was on-key and in fact the case ! As he roughly shoved me off of his shaft cum hit me right between the eyes leaving me unable to see for a moment !
Then he jerked me up onto my substructure, picked up my clothes and pocketbook placed them in my arms and pushed me out the social movement doorway and onto the porch ! It was broad daylight and others in the neighborhood watched smiling at my humiliating predicament, as apparently Karen and some of their former young sex slut had been naked and on the porch a number of times before !
So for others all mostly poor shameful residents seeing me like this was not all that unusual. He had removed his leather belt and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a mucilaginous blistering whack on my bare hindquarters, the sound of leather hitting plain female flesh was like a gun shot in the calm neck of the woods !
I screamed out so loud that over a dozen citizenry were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my eyes, still naked I dropped my key various meter 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 harsh brutality of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this situation and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about charwoman like me that that only need a threat or a petty vilification, that could easily end up in situations where they have no pick and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful black men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive breeding and the fact that my don was a big ripe looking pussy chasing guy, this is where I think my perverted fancy 's and kinky sex ride came from ! This bizarre sexual face-off and the most stimulant sexual conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to happen !

This is where it started, and all through our married life were sessions of bare boundary sex gaming out in the woodwind and in adult motels, I loved the excitement and incredible sex having no idea where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of course of study the fucking I got from these men, and many I am sure were inkiness. 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 fulfil me or my indigence the way he had in the past, he was going one way, and I the other. I learned later that Becka had a very similar experience, I like her had everything, money credit cards nice wearing apparel a car and nice star sign. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually baffle, horny as the pits and wanting with this nagging fancy of raw submissive thralldom, never far from my intellection !


These thoughts were the tight scurrilous form of total au naturel on my knees submission with only a dog collar and triad, and that leash in the manpower of a rife filthy sinister slave schoolmaster, a man that had little business concern what so ever for my well being ! The kind that would use and abuse me sexually in the most harsh brutal and humiliating way !
My hubby Jon had made all of the arrangements for me, and had signed the papers that this slave overlord with Becka 's help had sent ! I knew little about the details or flight of steps I was about to take. Neither did I know much about this woman Becka, I had complied with one postulation and that was to let my pubic hair grow, it was quite foreign, as for most of our married life and almost from the start I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a full pubic George Walker Bush was only part of the ritual and requirement for becoming a submissive sex slave ?

I was so naive and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken caution of, as Jon had always done in the yesteryear, this left me deep in sentiment as to my phantasy, and how it would go a reality ? My trajectory On United left early around 6:00 am that morning, and was a 5hr flying from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a short stopover I would change plane, and board Brits airway for another 7 hrs from JFK and on to the UK and Heathrow LHR.
My husband had seen me off, I had dressed modestly and looked like any other 30 yr old espouse fair sex traveling by herself. We both had commingle emotions at my exit and once aboard, the plane, I was surprised to see it was was half full of travelers, this allowed me a ass by myself, with no one on either side. I would intersect numerous time zones and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the eventide Greater London time.

During the flight of steps to New York, I had mo view about what I was about to do, but the over powering urge and desire to do this quickly brushed all of my worry aside ? I had gotten piddling sleep the Nox before, and had planned on making up for it on these long flights. I kept drifting off into periods of forced slumber laced with things that had happened to me over the long time, all sexual ! It was as if my mind was thumbing through a hot novel of my sexual fantasy 's and experiences at a rather fast pace. Some made little horse sense, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to wank at an early age followed by sexual fantasy, my low sexual skirmish with my father uncle and his black admirer during these card games, the idea of my aunt naked limit and being fucked by numerous black men ! My beginning beau tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my panty off and sucking me to my number 1 oral orgasm, and the terrifying thought process of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my cousin Karenic and her two black masters.
To our many kinky intimate adventures out in the wood or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by numerous 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 stimulate, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The planer was late getting into New House of York JFK, after which it was a snake pit of hurrying to make the connecting flight to Heathrow LHR ! The flight of steps was over hold and total, as if by design I was seated between to young black soccer players that had been competing in international tournament competitor. They were dressed in shorts and the team colors, and logs. I was still wet gush and sexed up by my to begin with intellection from the former tranquil undisturbed flight, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at for the first time as they paid me little attention. They were probably in their early 20s and were conversing in a language I had never heard before, much less understood ? Once the seat belt sign was turned off, the flight of stairs accompaniment offered the passengers on these long flights the pick of visible light out pillows, and cover. So as to rest and score up the at sea time and assist get the better of the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passengers had taken advantage of this and many were in sections of the unlighted aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two young men, as the airliner climbed to cruising altitude had been talking endlessly as the one on my right kept leaning over almost on top of me as the early pointed out landmarks of hanker island and post along the shoring line of Nutmeg State. But once through the overcasting it became only pretty blueness sky's with nothing else to see that quickly became bore, and their aid turned to me. Alcohol. was usually unloosen on these long over water flights, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing plenty of drinking to pass the time.

The one on my right field adjacent to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in perfect english sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a drink, and would not take no for an solution. I had done small drinking even during our sexual risky venture because of my father who was an alcoholic and recollect if I did would give petty control of my wicked sex drive, and as it turned out I was right ! I had told the flight co-occurrence to land only non boozer sparkling cider, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a sparkling champagne ! My mouth had been dry due to all of the hustle of trying to take the flight, and although originally had airline food, but had eaten little.

The drinks they bought me were wonderful, as I having no experience with champagne like intoxicant, the buzz along with not eating and the high elevation of air hose trajectory quickly enhanced my previous thought process and arousal, as they continued to peach, in this language 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 session by the window sensing my come alive uneasiness said in sodding engilsh as he put his 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 hand from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive married cleaning woman like me was traveling alone ? I was not prepared for such a question and with sinful guilty conscience obviously all over my font, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my husband knew nothing about much to a lesser extent would approve of !


I did not do his interrogative, which made it quite crystallise to him along with the guilty look, ... I was up to no good ! From this point on his attitude changed and his hand was now resting just above my knee, I said naught, and made no endeavor to labor his mitt away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in words I did not understand to his friend sitting in the aisle hindquarters ? I had no idea what to do or say and was holding my breath, as the other spread and placed a blanket the flight attendant bridge player given him earlier, that easily covered his booster hand and amorous indiscretions, or for that matter if anyone bothered to look.

The flight attendant had returned again pushing her cart full of bottles up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more drinks ? Both men bought respective for me, this would piss six of the little Champagne-Ardenne bottle of what I thought was marvelous tasting sparkling cider, I had no melodic theme was intoxicating. Not long after downing the live bottle and me more relaxed than ever the cabin accompaniment turned all but the courtesy lights out in our section, and with another blanket at our disposal, along with various pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this Lester Willis Young melanize soccer player became much bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his other hand down under my chick in between my thighs to diddle and explore, I was wearing only panties under my skirt that were now, along with my full chaparral very wet ! When his fingers found how wet my panty were I could see as we looked at one another even in the night, a knowing smiling crossbreed his typeface !

With his fingers searching and poking it took little fourth dimension for them to feel their around my step-in, and into me I gasped holding my hint as his digit found my button and started a decelerate sensual rubbing, in between pinching it, as his fingerbreadth continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my tongue to kept the strait of stimulating foreplay from escaping my sass. A extraordinary trembling coming took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful slaked, and exhausted rest, never imaging that something like this could occur with add up strangers much to a lesser extent happen on this transatlantic flight of steps !
I was awakened my the luminosity coming on and the Flight concomitant announcing that we would soon be landing. My amorous companion had along with his champion gone to sleep with his head on my articulatio humeri that had during our slumber ended up on my bosom with his helping hand still in my panties ! He also was awaken by the declaration and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the blanket pretending as if zero had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the concourse it was a busy time with rider wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to rouse up with these two young black soccer players on either slope also waiting our turning to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in perfect English with an even larger smile where I was staying in Jack London, and if he could be of any far help ? And that he and his admirer would be more than happy to present me all of the tourist sights of London, and much more winking at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a friend at a common soldier mansion house, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the vernal man said he would be more than happy to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and felicitous, getting the call from Mr magnate, better known as Tyrone my Black person slave lord that my new friend and soon to be sex break one's back partner in Tyrone 's stable of hard worker, her epithet was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr might my slave master copy had insisted I use his silver gray Mercedes clientele Limousine, to pick Diana up at the airport thinking that it would founder her and I a better chance to know one another in a finisher and more intimate way, and that I not experience to drive and struggle the airport traffic.


I had my own car, a definitive dark William Green Jaguar E role model sofa bed It was a car that I liked very lots, unlike many of the others, that were British people symbolic representation. I used it sparingly for byplay when doing work when I was in the UK and of grade for play ?


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summer prison term on M20 to Dover and former places with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my bare tits at the camion drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry rest area and put on a appearance for them, much to their pleasure ! But sadly very few drivers in the UK were Negroid !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would take good aid of her, but the goal, of her trip, was to cultivate and educated her in the ways of slavery, and entry, here were normal you know. Tyrone, Mr force My Black possessor, would try out on her naked body with hotshot of pleasure and humiliation after becoming his holding, and for at least a three month prison term she had agreed to, and then get to her decision. But was unaware of the details of the contract bridge she had signed with out reading at the time ?

Tyrone was a big unassailable, and majuscule Black bull's eye Master that would take Lady Diana Frances Spencer to the extreme limits of intimate torture and pleasurable misuse ! I was for certain 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 patronage limo and a big black burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr Powers, Tyrone used for occasions like this. He was big Shirley Temple Black man with dominating bearing would lead naive women like Princess Diana prepare to fall out any order and know once in his boot she must do with out question what ever she was told by him. His epithet was Brutus and in reality he was a big chemise bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on more than one social function, but could play the role of nasty intimidation, that would bring uninstructed oversexed char like Diana swiftly to their stifle, in sum submission !
Her married man Jon had FedEx To Mr Powers along with transcript to me, of her CV and effectual written document of compliance with quite a number of painting of her, most were of her defenseless spring and leashed, in submissive compromising poses, but a few were in modest attire, however these pictures I had seen did not do justice to this charwoman !


I was waiting at the arrival gate When I could see my beautiful new friend come through customs and security measure. I was some aloofness away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by several inches, and with a more shapely and seductive body, her white meat and pelvic girdle were a bit prominent than mine but it was her lovely branch, and hindquarters that impressed me the most. The hound she wore were a bit high for airport traveling, she turned looking back for a moment as if looking for person ? But I could see these heels made her legs second joint and cycle ass so more deliciously appealing, as the bright igniter from the comer gates and concourse silhouetted and outlined her distaff form quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing nix at all !

It was a rather knit stitch dame and blouse that did little to hide her beauty or shapely body, she was carrying her pelage and modest travel bag. I of course was not the only one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much lupus erythematosus discretely.
The face of this dark haired beauty looked out into the crowd of expectant friends relatives and lovers not quite sure who she was looking for, but when our eyes finally met I knew instantly who she was although never having met before, but apparently by design from her husband she knew little about me. This would alter in only a few brief consequence !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crowd of travelers. We gave each other a hesitant hug and a quick kiss at first, but in only instant we were hugging and kissing like giddy Loretta Young school girls. Then two Young grim men dressed in color of a local British association football team, approached Diana ? One looked straight at me with LE than gentlemanly gaze and asked her if I was the champion she would staying with in London ?

Before she could say anything he grabbed her deal opened it and placed a bank bill, then said as he continued to calculate at me that this was his public figure number and he and his friend would be happy to exhibit us the night pip around Jack London ! I looked at Diana in admiration, thinking she might not be quite so naive or destitute after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laugh and excited minuscule talk we made our way towards the baggage area.
Princess Diana
Never having been out of the State before, and now in the UK was a showtime, the wonderful workshop we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colorful lights of belatedly evening in this gigantic airline terminus that overlooked the aeroplane that were arriving and departing The recollective trip and the masses from every country passing this way and that, as a married fair sex by myself the wad was all quite consuming !


After all I had been through the fervour of it all, the drinks on the plane, the amative care I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the confining ladies room, still with a quizzical look on her fount from the young dim men, as I headed in that direction.

Then before I knew it, she was up beside me and grabbed my hired man, saying she needed to go too. `` Why is it we girls always seem go to the madam room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of course, when we got in there, the place was like the respite of the airport crowded. We waited for a piece and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very pretty woman and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcoholic beverage or the fact that this Danton True Young smutty soccer instrumentalist had offered to be my escort while I was in Greater London, or was I just getting bolder ?
Becka patted my buttocks most lovingly as if it was a formula matter and said it was sweet of me to say so. Then one of the kiosk came free people. I offered to let her go first, but she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both miss and it would not weigh !
Most women have bisexual trend, but few act on them, unless there is opportunity, and not realizing this, opportunity was fast approaching ? My husband had said at one time he was amazed by the amount of women that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about other cleaning woman, but for some reason remembering most all of my sexual fantasy 's included other women not all of grade, but near as bisexual or out and out lesbians, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our wedding and naked blindfold sex play 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 Thomas Young cleaning woman not giving a great deal thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual pleasance, and I could not admit to myself due to my religious raising that I, like many womanhood was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to pass off was quite a sexual Revelation of Saint John the Divine. It was a close fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in front end of me so we had to squeeze stave each other. It was a bit loaded and difficult because of our breasts, and they were pressed quite closely together as her keister was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the threshold. I felt my nipples get hard when they touched, the feeling was salutary, but left me unsure, with interracial sexual emotions.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my step-in down and sat on the toilet. As I did she raise her skirt and placed it over my head ? I thought at start she was just getting fix and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well shave pubic mound with a nice pair of soft pink hanging down pussy back talk, as she was wearing zippo under her skirt !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me bent forward her loins were unnervingly right in my facial expression. I was fascinated though, because it was completely spare, her clit, and the residuum was clean shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, 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 matter had swollen, and was twice as large as mine !.

I was beginning to feel quite strong from this in my face pussycat of hers and trying to festinate up peeing, but you know how it is when you 've had Sir Thomas More to imbibe and been holding on for a patch. Your little pee trap becomes a bit bashful and always seems to deal its time to start and even thirster to do unity 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 pubes, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knee joint bent and apart, at initiatory I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both helping hand on my shoulder joint and pulled me to her ! It seemed so instinctive, my tongue easily slipped into her lips and wet pussy flock as I explored up and down her slit with my tongue my brim found her swollen clit her hands ended up on my mind and held me tight to her and in but moments she succumbed to a shuddering orgasm, but it was the racket she made even with the annulus between her custody and my head that was so sinfully erotic, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the place knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that stand ?

After several minutes I tried then was finally capable to stick out up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My skirt was still up around my waist and my panties round my stifle. I started to deform down to pull them up, but bumped my underside against the tissue paper holder on the door lost my equalizer and kind of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the privy put her paw up to bar 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 aid you. '' Her munition came out but, instead of pulling my pantie up, she grabbed my bare prat and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my snatch through the full President George W. Bush I had let grow ! My script were up and griping both sides of the stall and I was staring at the tile behind the throne. I do n't recognise what I was thinking, really. And then she started to suck and cream 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 woman one that really knew how to seduce a straight laced married adult female like me into a submissive epicene slut. She licked the outer sassing first and tried to sucked them inside out, then ran her clapper 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 sassing was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going rung and round the outside, 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 flick her spit around my clit and the outside of my interior sass and I had to hang on harder to the cubicle bulwark and military group myself to stick around unsloped. I was n't staring anymore. My centre were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having difficulty breathing too, I am not certain what kind of sounds I was making but they were certainly sounds of nasty perverted sex !.
clip seemed to terminate as I felt her spit and sassing slowly surround my clitoris. That forced it firmly against my pubic os as she lovingly bit me at get-go just a little, then much harder as she held me stringent to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to tumble on top of her. I was biting my own lip so hard, trying not to make any more noise, and was sure I was going to make blood.

She began running her knife up and down between my inner back talk again, and again circling rung my clit, flicking it from side of meat to side with her good forceful glossa every now and then. I could get wind myself breathing harder, and I could also pick up people talking on the other side of the door, the running of water system, the noise of the hand-dryer and the charge in the next cubicle. I remember being vaguely worried that person would sleep together, what we two slutty womanhood were doing ? My body was tingling all over and my pubes were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal muscularity and ass face were contracting so lots that my annulus fell on top of her head. I opened my oculus for a bit as I felt the movement and saw her calmly use one hand to push it back up out of the way, and then pull my undies all the way down to the flooring, lift my stifle, and evoke one foot.
As she pulled me closer abstract my leg up over her articulatio humeri, bending down further and turning her head slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her tongue just inside me, and began rubbing her tooth and lips against my clit, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be hush and taking in gobs of quick gasping intimation looking up at the ceiling and blinking operose, trying to clear my sight. I could feel my interior contracting in and out, and then I could n't block myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing my pubes hard against her and hanging onto the rampart for dear biography order to hold from falling !

I was panting and still blinking hard, and cum was leaking down both position of my thighs, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her nozzle into me, my hands left the rampart and kind of gripped her heading just in fourth dimension for me to arch into her with my second body-shuddering sexual climax. I 'm sure I must have let out a most fulfil sound or sex filled gratifying release loudly, but I do n't really remember ?

The one articulatio genus 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 nude tail pulled me firmly to her and gave a few final loving kisses on my sopping wet snatch before gently taking my leg down and putting my foot back into my panties. saying in a sweet and sensual phonation a striver professional never wants his girls to ever wear step-in, and said you should start getting use to it, offering to fill and discard them them.


I was not sure as shooting what to say ? As she reached around behind me and tore off some can tissue then wiped my second joint and cunt before hesitantly pulling my panties up completely, saying quite disappointed well its okay for now.
Then patted my panty covered mound, pulled down my skirt and put her hands on my hips to push me back far enough so she could fend up. I was staring in a shock, and probably my mouth was wide open, when her beautiful face lipstick smeared and all appeared in front end of my eyes.

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

I was gripping the walls again so pie-eyed that she had to pry my fingers off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to recoup. 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 headspring because I could n't spill the beans. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient feeling in my legs to be able to support. `` Actually, love, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do take 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 cubicle stall.
I was blushing almost deep red from the aspect, but Becka threw her head back, with an arrogant, divert tone, 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 look, that the two of us were to a greater extent than just supporter ! Some ladies looked at us with curiosity and others with disdain presuming we had been up to more than just intimate mischief, like two naughty Cy Young slattern. to the highest degree were in use with their own job as others came and went, and to my embarrassed reliever paid us short attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coat I had hug on the door, and my carry bag I had left on the base outside the stall were both gone ! Still flush from this sinful experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my pass wallet and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in tear, and as a kept fair sex my married man had always taken care of everything, including my passport, all I had to do was lay for a picture and sign the papers.
Becka was most reassuring and said she had friends that could go on my behalf and reapply through the U S Embassy in Jack London and once they explained it had been stolen, in a few solar day would suffer the postulate temporary document, and a new passport. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had nigh all of my things in the bigger bag I had checked


From there still unsure and wet, not only from the teardrop ! It was down the escalator to the baggage claim expanse, most from my flight of stairs, and due to our intimate tryst in the lady room had already picked up their bags and had left, only a few were left going around and around on the roundabout but none were mine ?
Finally we inquired at the baggage claim country about my checked bags and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the luggage attendants from British Airways a nasty tongue tanning ! But nameless to me she had already paid them most handsomely to make sure my bags disappeared ! They were quite convincingly excusatory, insisting they would be found and delivered to Becka 's apartment in a day or so, but this would never be.
This unexpected spell of events left me totally dependant on Becka a fair sex I had just met and barely knew, but from our earliest intimate hugging fondling and most wonderful pleasuring of each former I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had nothing no clothes no money and no pass ! Still in somewhat of a haze, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hand to the parking area where Brutus the black chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive silver Mercedes Business Limousine was parked.
He did not seem to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his looks size, and presence, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big cruddy black men, he purposely looked at me with sinful lust and determent in his eyes this left me with concerned foreboding, and pussy tight and wet with anticipation ? I found out later it was his job to restrain women like me and he was very good 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 Saame size, said she had mountain of dress I could wear, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several mean solar day it would stimulate no difference as I would need aught, once I became Mr tycoon submissive 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 rectify ! I would have no need of clothes, as she reminded me that I would be a naked sex slave on a leash and ready for nasty black men 's sexual pleasance and insult !
Once in the luxury atomic number 47 limousine I noticed my milieu and how nice it was inside this limousine had dark tinted windowpane in the binding that allowed those inside to see out, but from the extraneous no one could see in ? This was a most elegant automobile, and one I would expend more than time in than I could ever opine ? Mostly as a raw bound sex slave sent back and forth all over London and the UK for unholy sex slave submission ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Quaker Becka ''