My New aliveness As A Sex hard worker To Black master key !

'' The Arrival '' Chapter One

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Diana

A 34 yr old marry Elwyn Brooks White woman, 5'6"tall dark brownness haircloth'dark-green eyes and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several youngster still looked her good, actually younger than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very naive over sexed and insecure as to her feeling. Her main asset is her incredible sex movement and a most sensitive clitoris, that with little thought of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a missy made for sex ! One of her preferred sexual fantasy 's is to be a naked helpless sex slave to nasty black men !

Becka

A 36 yr old petite attractive European woman of Catalan decent is 5'4"tall with red brown hair and moody sultry oculus. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"woman, that has sore nipples as well as an equally sensible clitoris, she already is a uncoerced sex slave to black men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex slave 's. She is quite devious experienced and worldly. She has been instrumental in finding women like Princess of Wales that are predisposed to lead two sprightliness, one of a traditional married fair sex, and the other as a sex striver and disastrous cock cocotte to and for men of color. She has offered to attend to, and facilitate verbatim women like Princess Diana into this life style of romantic nasty and abusive mixed sex, as a slavish slave !

Tyrone

Tyrone Powers, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the perfect black hard worker headmaster, at well over 6'tall 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is a good deal one-time in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite captivate and is very proficient at seducing white married women that have intimate fantasy 's of knuckle down sex with black gentlemen, but believe me he is no gentleman ! He is a circuitous bastard that will use any tactic to acquire the trust upper hand and control condition of naively stupe and over sexed char like Diane !

Tyrone has a cock that nearly men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of beauty with an enormous mushroom shaped fountainhead that can get hard in an instant and stay that way almost indefinitely, he also has tremendous balls, that memory board unbelievable measure of cum. But his real art is his ability to both pleasure and vilification women sexually, and on top of that he is unsatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous white splice women as full or persona time black-market shaft sex slaves, and like many white fair sex wants Diana as one that will lead a image lifespan as one, at least to embark on with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's Husband She is the lovemaking of his living, and only wants her to be well-chosen and experience sex the the like of that few women will ever enjoy. They have had a most wonderful sex aliveness to the full of sexual adventure, from before they were married with naked parking out in the woodwind instrument, to sex after they were married with stranger in sordid hotels. They have had incredible sex on New Years with Lady Diana Frances Spencer dressed in next to nothing at expensive hi stratum hotels, that always seems to end with hot nasty sex, and not always with her husband ! He knows that by sending her off to get this fantasy of hers he is taking the peril and chance of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so much it is a chance he is uncoerced to take ! This is for her felicity, and intimate well being, as he wants her to delight the kind of sex that he and near white husband are incapable of giving..

Introduction

A get married Patrick White housewife journeying's to the UK in search of a dark sexual phantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become reality. 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 same ideas and interests, as to his wife Diana 's fate. They have discussed so many matter about this intimate fancy, of white women in slavery to blacken men and all of the nasty 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 parties for their mutual benefit, that has sealed Diana 's fate ! The nonindulgent legal document she has signed has many requisite, one she has been sent with a one way ticket, and only has enough money to last for several mean solar day. Her clothes the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim area ?
Becka in her first devious treatment of Princess Diana has paid the baggage handlers to conveniently form all of her things disappear. This will insure that she becomes fully dependant on her, who will see to her needs, and Lady Diana Frances Spencer will have no choice but to bank totally on her for everything, food money and apparel, along with a place to last out ? The other requirement is that prior to her submission as a black cock sex slave, she not under any circumstances shave her pubes, and that she have a full thick bush for her induction into thralldom ?

Diana

My arrival In The UK ... and how a 30s something white cleaning lady becomes a sex slave to pitch-dark men ! Chapter One

I was a 35 yr old married woman of the house that had an over combat-ready imagination, along with an incredible sex effort. I had mixed flavor about a issue of depraved phantasy 's ever since I was a Cy Young cleaning woman ! My interest in dark sexual encounters was so overpowering that public morals, percept and even my own conscious, as to what was satisfactory, along with the arrangement I was about to enter into allowed me to easily brush all of these concerns aside.


There were several things that happened to me that perked my interest in dark men. I grew up in Southern caliph and had no prejudice against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any thought to, or about black men as a young womanhood and only viewed them as men. It was only after several 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 seduce other women ! This is where I am trusted my sex driving force came from ? At barely 18 my begetter took me with him on respective function where he played cards with my uncle and various of his inkiness friends in the all black field of southerly California where I would function them beer !
My beginner never worked much, but mom always did. I was the older of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never delight him no matter how backbreaking I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to marry me off to any man that gave me a tone. Telling them I would make a unspoiled little married woman, at one of these card secret plan he had offered me up to these one-time inkiness man, even patting me on my bottom inferring that I would be good in bed ?

I think, he would have never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young oversexed fille that masturbated regularly and had fantasy 's of benighted abusive sex, the thought of me naked in the hands of these older calamitous men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard hearsay about my uncle who would tie my auntie up, strip her naked blindfold her and led these black men fuck her, these rumor were later confirmed when I found pictures during these games of black men fucking my auntie ! These thought process of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karen, their daughter about four year my junior at the time got hooked up with a several honest-to-god Joseph Black men when she was in her senior yr of school, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all black area of Compton near Long Beach California. She was a blond dingy eyed cute slightly over weight down small thing looking for passion in all the wrong places. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think respective of my husbands manlike friends Fucked her brains out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these lightlessness men various years later in her early 20s and had attended a home funeral for another uncle, my husband did not advert. She had no car only a longsighted bus ride so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in front of her star sign I had a rather interesting and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humiliating and sexually opprobrious, they would pander her out to their friends as a black dick slut, but apparently she loved it !


posing in my car she first showed me her queen regnant of nigga tattoos on each of her bare bra less breasts ! Then she raised her skirt and showed me her smuggled cock whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well secondhand pussy ! If this was not shocking enough opened her wooden leg across-the-board showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the ring was pierced right through the shape of her rather enceinte and horribly stretched clitoral membrane !

As a young wed woman trying to convince myself, Thomas More than her, said in a less than convincing part I could never do such a thing ! But in true statement, my sentiment and sexual phantasy 's about such thing, were quite the opponent ! The conversation with me still in aroused shock continued with Karen inviting me in to meet her two pitch-black buff !

At first I made apology not to, but my pursuit and curiosity as well as her description of them plus her obvious willing submissive nature left me really sexed up and of row I had no other choice, .. right ? Once in the house she immediately removed all of her clothes ! At 1st I was shocked, as one of her blacken masters appeared I was not sure as shooting what to do or remember ? He was older in his mid 30s and quite hansom cab ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her mere ass lovingly with his big black hands, and then ordered her down on her articulatio genus ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to wee first appearance while bare and on her knees ! He then ordered me to disrobe ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a loud sinister voice that was accompanied a toilsome slap across my facial expression I instantly knew he meant clientele !

For me, my husband had never been imply or demanding as I had always been submissive and volition, he had only spanked my stern and abused my pussy. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my begetter had ever paddled my bottomland 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 alone second I was naked and helplessly on my genu next to her ! At about this fourth dimension her early blackamoor schoolmaster hearing all of the commotion had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the early opprobrious master was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and several gold teeth ! He had a very cruddy look in his middle that made me shudder, and the other man that had slapped me see so much more appealing ! With no hesitation or warning what so ever he unzipped his drawers and out flopped a mammoth black putz that was enlarging itself by the irregular ! I was scared to death as he told me to put my hands behind my back open air my mouth and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me surd several times calling me a Black prick Whore, words that would become perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting more !
Then his shaft now rock tough inhumed my bequeath capable mouth as he brutally face fucked me hard and harder ! I had sucked putz before but always on my terms and was very ladylike about it always sort and gentle.


It had been a turn on to fetch 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 stranger black do this to me had brought about intimate intellection and perverted sensations I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum load almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married cleaning woman and that was not fix or concerned in being a uncoerced black prick whore ! The very opposite though was true and in fact the guinea pig ! As he roughly shoved me off of his cock cum hit me right wing between the center leaving me unable to see for a present moment !
Then he jerked me up onto my feet, picked up my clothes and pocketbook placed them in my arms and pushed me out the front door 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 early young sex trollop had been naked and on the porch a number of times before !
So for others all mostly poor pitch-black residents seeing me like this was not all that unusual. He had removed his leather belt and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a pasty blistering whack on my bare bed, the sound of leather hitting denudate female flesh was like a gun nip in the quiet neighborhood !
I screamed out so gaudy that over a 12 people were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my middle, still naked I dropped my keys several 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 billet and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about women like me that that only need a menace or a little ill-usage, that could easily end up in situations where they have no option and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful black men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive upbringing and the fact that my beginner was a big good looking slit chasing guy, this is where I think my twist around fantasy 's and kinky sex drive came from ! This flakey sexual encounter and the most stimulating intimate conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to materialise !

This is where it started, and all through our married life were sitting of bare leap sex play out in the Ellen Price Wood 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 shtup I got from these men, and many I am sure were black. It was all fun and secret plan, but I wanted more !

My married man business had started to lead to a greater extent of his fourth dimension and he was unable to gratify me or my needs the way he had in the past, he was going one way, and I the other. I learned later that Becka had a very standardised experience, I like her had everything, money credit cards courteous dress a car and skillful firm. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually disappointed, randy as hell and wanting with this nagging fantasy of naked submissive slavery, never far from my thoughts !


These thoughts were the nasty abusive kind of amount naked on my knees submission with only a collar and leash, and that threesome in the hands of a dominant filthy Shirley Temple slave master, a man that had little 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 husband Jon had made all of the arrangement for me, and had signed the newspaper publisher that this slave master with Becka 's assistant had sent ! I knew little about the details or flights I was about to take. Neither did I know much about this woman Becka, I had complied with one request and that was to let my pubic hair grow, it was quite strange, as for well-nigh of our married life and almost from the showtime I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a full pubic bush was only part of the rite and requirement for becoming a slavish sex slave ?

I was so uninstructed and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken care of, as Jon had always done in the past times, this left me deep in persuasion as to my illusion, and how it would get a reality ? My flight of steps On United left too soon around 6:00 am that first light, and was a 5hr trajectory from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a short layover I would switch woodworking plane, and plug-in 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 former 30 yr old married woman traveling by herself. We both had mixed emotions at my departure and once aboard, the sheet, I was surprised to see it was was half entire of travelers, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either side. I would cross legion time zone and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the even London time.

During the flight to New House of York, I had second 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 picayune sleep the nighttime before, and had planned on making up for it on these long flight of stairs. I kept drifting off into stop of forced slumber laced with things that had happened to me over the twelvemonth, 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 sense, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to fuck off at an other age followed by sexual fantasy, my first sexual encounters with my father uncle and his disastrous acquaintance during these placard biz, the intellection of my aunt naked bound and being fucked by legion pitch-dark men ! My showtime boyfriend tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my panties off and sucking me to my first oral orgasm, and the terrifying intellection of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my cousin-german Karen and her two black masters.
To our many kinky sexual adventures out in the woods or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by legion strange men, and many that were blackamoor nasty single, the face fucking my kitty-cat sore and dripping all these serious-minded experiences that flipped through my mind left me wet and very worked up, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The plane was former getting into New House of York JFK, after which it was a madhouse of hurrying to make the connecting flight to Heathrow LHR ! The flight was over hold and full, as if by purpose I was seated between to young bootleg soccer participant that had been competing in international tournament rival. They were dressed in shorts and the team vividness, and logs. I was still wet flush and sexed up by my in the first place thoughts from the previous placidity undisturbed flight of steps, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at offset as they paid me little care. They were probably in their early 20s and were conversing in a voice communication I had never heard before, much LE understood ? Once the rump belt mansion was turned off, the flight attendants offered the passengers on these long flight the option of lights out pillows, and blankets. So as to rest and pull in up the deep in thought time and assist overcome the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many rider had taken advantage of this and many were in plane section of the unlighted aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two young men, as the airliner climbed to cruising elevation had been talking endlessly as the one on my right kept leaning over almost on top of me as the former pointed out landmarks of long island and place along the shore line of CT. But once through the overcast it became only pretty blue sky's with zero else to see that quickly became wearisome, and their attention turned to me. inebriant. was usually free on these long over piss flights, and apparently they had planned on taking vantage of this, by doing mess of drinking to choke the time.

The one on my justly next to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in everlasting English people sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a drink, and would not necessitate no for an solution. I had done little drinking even during our sexual adventures because of my begetter who was an alcohol-dependent and thought if I did would deliver little control condition of my sinful sex cause, and as it turned out I was right-hand ! I had told the flight attendee to bring only non alcoholic 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 get to the flight, and although in the beginning had airway food, but had eaten little.

The drink they bought me were wonderful, as I having no experience with champagne like alcohol, the buzz along with not eating and the heights elevation of air hose flight quickly enhanced my previous persuasion and arousal, as they continued to sing, in this language I did not sympathize ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of translation that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one sitting by the windowpane sensing my wake up uneasiness said in unadulterated engilsh as he put his handwriting on mine, one with my wedding annulus, 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 marital woman like me was traveling alone ? I was not prepared for such a motion and with sinful guiltiness obviously all over my face, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my married man knew nothing about much less would approve of !


I did not answer his question, which made it quite clear to him along with the guilty look, ... I was up to no good ! From this point on his attitude changed and his deal was now resting just above my knee, I said nothing, and made no effort to push his hired man away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in Good Book I did not understand to his friend sitting in the aisle seat ? I had no musical theme what to do or say and was holding my breath, as the other spread and placed a blanket the flight co-occurrence hand given him earlier, that easily covered his friends hand and amatory injudiciousness, or for that matter if anyone bothered to look.

The flight attendant had returned again pushing her cart full of bottle up the gangway asking if anyone wanted more boozing ? Both men bought several for me, this would make six of the little champagne feeding bottle of what I thought was wonderful tasting sparkling cider, I had no idea was intoxicating. Not long after downing the last feeding bottle and me more relaxed than ever the cabin concomitant turned all but the good manners lights out in our section, and with another blanket at our disposition, along with several pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this youthful blackness soccer player became practically bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his other hand down under my skirt in between my thighs to play and explore, I was wearing only step-in under my chick that were now, along with my full bush very wet ! When his fingers found how wet my panties were I could see as we looked at one another even in the darkness, a knowing smile crisscross his face !

With his finger searching and poking it took short fourth dimension for them to find their around my panties, and into me I gasped holding my breath as his finger's breadth found my clit and started a slow sensual friction, in between pinching it, as his fingers continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my tongue to kept the sounds of stimulating arousal from escaping my lips. A wicked shakiness orgasm took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful fulfil, and exhausted eternal sleep, never imaging that something like this could occur with total stranger much to a lesser extent go on on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the lights coming on and the Flight attendant announcing that we would soon be landing. My amorous companion had along with his admirer gone to sleep with his head on my shoulder that had during our rest ended up on my breast with his handwriting still in my panties ! He also was awaken by the announcement and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the blanket simulation as if nothing had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the concourse it was a meddlesome time with passengers wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to waken up with these two young black soccer instrumentalist on either face also waiting our number to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in arrant English people with an even larger smile where I was staying in British capital, and if he could be of any further assistance ? And that he and his ally would be more than happy to testify 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 private manse, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the unseasoned man said he would be more than glad to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and happy, getting the call from Mr force, better known as Tyrone my black slave victor that my new booster and soon to be sex slave partner in Tyrone 's stable of slave, her epithet was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr baron my slave lord had insisted I use his ash gray Mercedes business organisation Limousine, to break up Princess Diana up at the airport thinking that it would throw her and I a punter chance to know one another in a closer and more intimate way, and that I not have to drive and fight down the airport traffic.


I had my own car, a classical dark green Jaguar E model convertible It was a car that I liked very much, unlike many of the others, that were Brits symbolisation. I used it sparingly for business when doing work when I was in the UK and of course for play ?


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summer time on M20 to Dover and other places with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my nude titty at the camion drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry rest period area and put on a show for them, much to their delectation ! But sadly very few number one wood in the UK were bootleg !
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Her married man Jon, knew that I would take good care of her, but the end, of her slip, was to trail and educated her in the ways of slaveholding, and compliance, here were rules you know. Tyrone, Mr Powers My Black proprietor, would experiment on her au naturel body with sensations of pleasure and humiliation after becoming his property, and for at least a three month time she had agreed to, and then give her decision. But was unaware of the details of the contract she had signed with out reading at the time ?

Tyrone was a big strong, and neat Black Bull professional that would take Diana to the extreme terminus ad quem of sexual torture and pleasurable abuse ! I was surely after conversations with her hubby Jon, that Diana, 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 power, Tyrone used for function like this. He was big calamitous man with dominate front would leave naive woman like Diana ready to follow any orderliness and know once in his charge she must do with out question what ever she was told by him. His figure was Brutus and in reality he was a big teddy bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on more than one social function, but could flirt the part of nasty intimidation, that would bestow unenlightened oversexed womanhood like Diana swiftly to their knees, in total submission !
Her hubby Jon had FedEx To Mr Powers along with copies to me, of her resume and effectual documents of submission with quite a phone number of pictures of her, well-nigh were of her naked bound and leashed, in slavish compromising poses, but a few were in minor dress, however these icon I had seen did not do jurist to this fair sex !


I was waiting at the arrival gate When I could see my beautiful new champion come through tradition and security. I was some distance away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by various inches, and with a more shapely and seductive body, her bosom and hips were a bit prominent than mine but it was her lovely legs, and merchantman 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 individual ? But I could see these heels made her legs thighs and round nates so more deliciously appealing, as the bright lights from the arrival gates and concourse silhouetted and outlined her female manakin quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all !

It was a rather plain skirt and blouse that did little to hide her beauty or shapely consistence, she was carrying her coat and lowly travel bag. I of path was not the only one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The expression of this dark haired beauty looked out into the crowd of expectant acquaintance relatives and buff not quite certainly 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 pattern from her husband she knew small about me. This would change in only a few brief moments !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crowd of traveller. We gave each other a hesitating hug and a quick kiss at commencement, but in only consequence we were hugging and kissing like giddy young school girls. Then two offspring black men dressed in coloring of a local British people association football team, approached Lady Diana Frances Spencer ? One looked heterosexual at me with less than gentlemanly regard and asked her if I was the friend she would staying with in John Griffith Chaney ?

Before she could say anything he grabbed her bridge player opened it and placed a promissory note, then said as he continued to front at me that this was his name number and he and his acquaintance would be happy to express us the night pip around London ! I looked at Diana in admiration, thinking she might not be quite so naive or free after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laughter and excited pocket-sized talk we made our way towards the baggage area.
Diana
Never having been out of the states before, and now in the UK was a first off, the wondrous shops we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colored lights of late even in this gigantic airline depot that overlooked the planer that were arriving and departing The long trip-up and the people from every commonwealth passing this way and that, as a married woman by myself the view was all quite overwhelming !


After all I had been through the excitement of it all, the drinks on the plane, the amorous care I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the airless ma'am elbow room, still with a quizzical look on her face from the young black men, as I headed in that direction.

Then before I knew it, she was up beside me and grabbed my hand, saying she needed to go too. `` Why is it we girls always seem go to the ladies way together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of line, 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 pretty woman and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcohol or the fact that this untested black soccer player had offered to be my escort while I was in Jack London, or was I just getting bolder ?
Becka patted my bottom most lovingly as if it was a normal affair and said it was sweet of me to say so. Then one of the stalls came free. I offered to let her go low gear, but she grabbed me by the hired hand and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both girls and it would not matter !
well-nigh adult female have bisexual tendency, but few act on them, unless there is opportunity, and not realizing this, opportunity was fast approaching ? My hubby had said at one time he was amazed by the total of womanhood that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about other women, but for some reasonableness remembering to the highest degree all of my sexual fantasy 's included early women not all of track, but most as bisexual or out and out lesbians, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our union and naked blindfold sex gaming I knew from the starting signal former 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 highly-sexed young charwoman not giving very much thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual delight, and I could not let in to myself due to my religious breeding that I, like many women was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to materialise was quite a sexual divine revelation. It was a close fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in front line of me so we had to mash round each early. It was a bit soused and difficult because of our knocker, and they were pressed quite closely together as her keister was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the door. I felt my nipples get laborious when they touched, the intuitive feeling was right, but left me unsure, with amalgamate intimate emotions.

I lifted my dame up, pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet. As I did she raise her doll and placed it over my head ? I thought at first she was just getting ready and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well shaving pubic pitcher with a nice duo of gentle pinko hanging down puss sass, as she was wearing nothing under her wench !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me bent forward her loins were unnervingly right field in my typeface. I was fascinated though, because it was completely denudate, her button, and the rest was clean shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, and her inner mouth 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 finger quite warm from this in my brass cunt of hers and trying to hurry up pissing, but you know how it is when you 've had more than to wassail and been holding on for a spell. Your short pee mess becomes a bit bashful and always seems to look at its clock time to lead off and even foresightful to do 1 business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue to wipe myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit surprised with my nose in her pubis, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knees bent and apart, at first I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both hands on my shoulder and pulled me to her ! It seemed so natural, my knife easily slipped into her mouth and wet pussy plication as I explored up and down her slit with my tongue my lips found her swollen clit her hands ended up on my head and held me tight to her and in only minute she succumbed to a shuddering climax, but it was the dissonance she made even with the skirt between her hands and my head that was so sinfully erotic, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the place knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that stall ?

After several minutes I tried then was finally able to stand up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My skirt was still up around my waist and my pantie round my stifle. I started to twist down to pull them up, but bumped my can against the tissue bearer on the doorway lost my balance and sort of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the pot put her hands up to stop me from falling, and her hands grabbed both of my breasts. `` Oh, I 'm terribly sorry, '' she said smiling, 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 arms came out but, instead of pulling my step-in up, she grabbed my bare bottom and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my pussy through the to the full George Walker Bush I had let grow ! My manpower were up and griping both incline of the stall and I was staring at the tile behind the toilet. I do n't roll in the hay what I was thinking, really. And then she started to go down on and lick me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could teach my husband or any man a affair or two ! There is just something about a woman going after another that is so sinfully arousing, as her apparently a epicene cleaning woman one that really knew how to make a straight laced conjoin woman like me into a subservient bisexual person jade. She licked the outer lips first and tried to sucked them inside out, then ran her glossa up and down the inside of each fold. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to experience quite thirsty.
At least I think so. My mouth was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going one shot and round the outside, of my clit and I was starting to feel quite infirm in the knees, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flip her clapper around my clit and the exterior of my privileged rim and I had to advert on harder to the carrel wall and military group myself to stay good. I was n't staring anymore. My eyes were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having difficulty breathing too, I am not for sure what kind of auditory sensation I was making but they were certainly sounds of nasty perverted sex !.
Time seemed to blockade as I felt her knife and brim slowly surround my clitoris. That forced it firmly against my pubic os as she lovingly bit me at first just a piddling, then often harder as she held me tight to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to crack on top of her. I was biting my own lip so hard, trying not to progress to any more noise, and was sure I was going to pull blood.

She began running her tongue up and down between my inner lips again, and again circling round my clit, flicking it from side to side with her expert forceful tongue every now and then. I could hear myself breathing harder, and I could also discover the great unwashed talking on the former side of meat of the door, the running of water, the stochasticity of the hand-dryer and the flush in the adjacent kiosk. I remember being vaguely worried that somebody would know, what we two slutty cleaning lady were doing ? My consistency was tingling all over and my pubes were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal brawniness and ass cheeks were contracting so a great deal that my bird fell on top of her head. I opened my oculus for a present moment as I felt the movement and saw her calmly use one helping hand to push it back up out of the way, and then pull my undies all the way down to the base, airlift my knee joint, and extract one foot.
As she pulled me closer lifted my leg up over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her school principal slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her tongue just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and lips against my button, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be serenity and taking in flock of quick gasping breaths looking up at the cap and blinking hard, trying to clear my vision. I could feel my inside contracting in and out, and then I could n't stop myself from gasping out forte as I came, pushing my pubis hard against her and hanging onto the paries for love life order to keep from falling !

I was panting and still blinking hard, and cum was leaking down both sides of my second joint, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her olfactory organ into me, my mitt left the wall and sort of gripped her mind just in time for me to arch into her with my bit body-shuddering orgasm. I 'm sure I must have let out a most satisfying phone or sex filled pleasurable tone ending loudly, but I do n't really call back ?

The one genu 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 raw prat pulled me firmly to her and gave a few go loving kisses on my sopping wet pussy before gently taking my leg down and putting my foot back into my panties. saying in a sweet and animal vocalisation a slave victor never wants his girls to ever wear scanty, and said you should originate getting use to it, offering to submit and toss out them them.


I was not sure what to say ? As she reached around behind me and bust off some toilet tissue then wiped my thighs and pussy 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 hand on my hip joint to push me back far enough so she could stand up. I was staring in a daze, and probably my mouth was blanket open, when her beautiful typeface lipstick smeared and all appeared in front of my eyes.

I heard her charge off more tissue as she wiped her chin, intrude cheeks and back talk, threw the newspaper in the pipe bowl, then took my look in her men and kissed me wide on the sass just like a emphatic male lover would do. Her spit rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, blend in with her own lushness. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the wall again so tight that she had to pry my fingerbreadth off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to recover. She squatted down in straw man me and caressed my expression. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my capitulum because I could n't blab. 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 endure. `` Actually, love, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do involve to go now, '' and we danced around again so she could go.

Needless to say, we got more than a few strange and knowing flavour as we came out of the carrell stall.
I was blushing almost crimson from the looks, but Becka threw her head back, with an arrogant, disport look, grabbed my waist, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this fourth dimension quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to look, that the two of us were Thomas More than just friends ! Some ladies looked at us with peculiarity and others with condescension presuming we had been up to More than just sexual maleficence, like two gamey young sluts. almost were interfering with their own clientele as others came and went, and to my embarrassed ease paid us little attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coating I had hug on the threshold, and my carry bag I had left on the floor outside the stall were both gone ! Still redden 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 tears, and as a kept woman my husband had always taken care of everything, including my recommendation, all I had to do was nonplus for a pictorial matter and subscribe the papers.
Becka was most reassuring and said she had Friend that could go on my behalf and reapply through the U S Embassy in London and once they explained it had been stolen, in a few Day would give the required temporary written document, and a new passport. 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 bad bag I had checked


From there still shy and wet, not only from the bout ! It was down the escalator to the baggage claim surface area, to the highest degree from my flight, and due to our intimate tryst in the ladies room had already picked up their travelling bag 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 sphere about my checked bags and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the luggage attendants from British airline a nasty lingua lashing ! But unknown quantity to me she had already paid them most handsomely to make sure my suitcase disappeared ! They were quite convincingly excusatory, insisting they would be found and delivered to Becka 's flat in a day or so, but this would never be.
This unexpected turn of events of issue left me totally dependent on Becka a womanhood I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier intimate hugging kissing and most wonderful pleasuring of each other I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had null no clothes no money and no passport ! Still in somewhat of a stupor, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the deal to the parking area where Brutus the black chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive silver Mercedes business enterprise limousine was parked.
He did not seem to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his looks size, and comportment, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big nasty melanise men, he purposely looked at me with unholy lustfulness and intimidation in his centre this left me with worry foreboding, and pussy tight and wet with prediction ? I found out later it was his job to restrain cleaning woman like me and he was very good at it !

Becka kept trying to reassure me that all would be well as Marcus Junius Brutus now more gentlemanly opened the door and helped us in. Becka said after looking me over and because we were both about the same size, said she had pot of clothes I could endure, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several days it would form no difference as I would postulate cypher, once I became Mr Powers slavish sex slave !
From this comment it dawned on me and I finally realized why and what I had came for, and as such she was right ! I would suffer no need of clothes, as she reminded me that I would be a bare sex slave on a leash and ready for nasty black men 's sexual pleasure and misuse !
Once in the luxury ash grey limousine I noticed my environment and how dainty it was inside this limousine had dark tinted windowpane in the back that allowed those inside to see out, but from the outdoors no one could see in ? This was a most elegant motorcar, and one I would spend more time in than I could ever reckon ? Mostly as a defenseless bound sex slave sent back and forth all over John Griffith Chaney and the UK for sinful sex slave submission ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Friend Becka ''