My New Life As A Sex slave To Black Masters !

'' The arriver '' Chapter One

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Princess of Wales

A 34 yr old married white woman, 5'6"marvelous dark brown hair'green heart and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several tike still looked her best, actually younger than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very uninitiate over sexed and insecure as to her spirit. Her chief asset is her incredible sex drive and a most sensitive clitoris, that with slight persuasion of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a girl made for sex ! One of her favorite sexual illusion 's is to be a nude helpless sex slave to cruddy black men !

Becka

A 36 yr old petite attractive European adult female of Catalan decent is 5'4"tall with reddish embrown hair and dark sultry eyes. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"cleaning woman, that has sensitive nipples as well as an equally sensitive clit, she already is a bequeath sex slave to black men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex slave 's. She is quite devious feel and worldly. She has been instrumental in finding women like Diana that are predisposed to take two life sentence, one of a traditional get married woman, and the other as a sex striver and pitch blackness hammer whore to and for men of coloring material. She has offered to assist, and assist direct women like Princess Diana into this life style of romantic tight and scurrilous interracial sex, as a slavish striver !

Tyrone

Tyrone Powers, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the perfect black slave overlord, at well over 6'tall 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is a lot older in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite charming and is very thoroughly at seducing white married women that have sexual fantasy 's of break one's back sex with black man, but believe me he is no man ! He is a devious bastard that will use any tactics to gain the self-confidence upper hand and control of naively stupid and over sexed cleaning woman like Diane !

Tyrone has a cock that well-nigh men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of peach with an tremendous mushroom cloud shaped head that can get hard in an instant and stay that way almost indefinitely, he also has tremendous testicle, that store incredible amounts of cum. But his material artistry is his ability to both pleasure and ill-usage cleaning lady sexually, and on top of that he is insatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous ashen married women as full or part clip smuggled putz sex slave, and like many white woman wants Lady Diana Frances Spencer as one that will lead a double over life history as one, at to the lowest degree to start with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's Husband She is the love life of his life, and only wants her to be happy and experience sex the likes of that few women will ever relish. They have had a most rattling sex liveliness full-of-the-moon of sexual adventure, from before they were married with naked parking out in the woods, to sex after they were married with strangers in seedy hotels. They have had incredible sex on New eld with Lady Diana Frances Spencer dressed in next to nothing at expensive hi class hotels, that always seems to end with hot nasty sex, and not always with her husband ! He knows that by sending her off to experience this fantasy of hers he is taking the peril and chance of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so often it is a fortune he is willing to subscribe to ! This is for her felicity, and sexual well being, as he wants her to enjoy the kind of sex that he and almost White husbands are unequal to of giving..

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A conjoin white housewife journey's to the UK in search of a glowering sexual fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become reality. Her married man has become close admirer with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very Lapp ideas and interests, as to his wife Lady Diana Frances Spencer 's fate. They have discussed so many thing about this intimate fancy, of white womanhood in thraldom to black men and all of the filthy 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 party for their mutual benefit, that has sealed Princess of Wales 's fate ! The strict legal document she has signed has many requisite, one she has been sent with a one way just the ticket, and only has enough money to last for various days. Her dress the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim area ?
Becka in her world-class devious treatment of Lady Diana Frances Spencer has paid the baggage handlers to conveniently make all of her matter disappear. This will insure that she becomes fully dependent on her, who will see to her needs, and Diana will have no choice but to bank totally on her for everything, food money and apparel, along with a place to delay ? The early requirement is that prior to her compliance as a pitch-dark dick sex slave, she not under any circumstances shave her os pubis, and that she have a to the full thick shrub for her evocation into bondage ?

Diana

My Arrival In The UK ... and how a 30s something whiten adult female becomes a sex hard worker to black men ! Chapter One

I was a 35 yr old married woman of the house that had an over active imaginativeness, along with an incredible sex drive. I had motley feelings about a number of perverse fantasy 's ever since I was a young woman ! My interest in dark sexual encounter was so overpowering that public morals, perception 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 various things that happened to me that perked my interestingness in opprobrious men. I grew up in Southern kaliph 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 cleaning woman and only viewed them as men. It was only after several experiences all sexually inspired that started my illusion 's to include them.

One affair that happened to me. Was my beginner, he was a big hansom cab man that loved to drink, run a risk and seduce early women ! This is where I am sure as shooting my sex effort came from ? At barely 18 my Father took me with him on various occasions where he played cards with my uncle and several of his ignominious booster in the all disastrous area of southern Calif. where I would serve them beer !
My father never worked much, but mom always did. I was the oldest of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never please him no matter how operose I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to marry me off to any man that gave me a look. Telling them I would draw a good niggling wife, at one of these wag games he had offered me up to these older black gentleman, 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 girl that masturbated regularly and had fancy 's of drear abusive sex, the thought of me bare in the hands of these older black men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard hearsay about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her naked blindfold her and led these black men fuck her, these hearsay were later confirmed when I found icon during these games of pitch-dark men fucking my aunty ! These thoughts of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karen, their daughter about four geezerhood my junior at the time got hooked up with a several previous 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-market area of Compton near Long Beach California. She was a blond blue eyed cute slightly over exercising weight piffling thing looking for love in all the wrong places. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think respective of my husbands male person Friend Fucked her brainpower out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

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


Sitting in my car she first showed me her queen of spades tattoos on each of her bare bra less breasts ! Then she raised her bird and showed me her contraband cock whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well employ slit ! If this was not shocking enough opened her legs wide showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the anchor ring was pierced right through the flesh of her rather large and horribly stretched clitoral membrane !

As a youth married woman trying to convince myself, Thomas More than her, said in a less than convincing interpreter I could never do such a matter ! But in true statement, my thoughts and intimate phantasy 's about such things, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in aroused jar continued with Karenic inviting me in to receive her two black lover !

At offset I made excuses not to, but my interest and peculiarity as well as her verbal description of them plus her obvious unforced slavish nature left me really sexed up and of course I had no early choice, .. right ? Once in the home she immediately removed all of her clothes ! At showtime I was shocked, as one of her disastrous masters appeared I was not sure what to do or think ? He was honest-to-goodness in his mid 30s and quite hansom cab ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big bootleg hands, and then ordered her down on her knees ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to stool first appearance while naked and on her knees ! He then ordered me to strip ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a loud sinister vocalisation that was accompanied a grueling smack across my grimace I instantly knew he meant 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 pussycat. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my Father had ever paddled my bottom or done anything like this ! For me this is all it took, as the feel on his face told me I had better ! His verbal threat followed by this harsh act left me stunned and in only instant I was naked and helplessly on my genu next to her ! At about this time her other black master key hearing all of the commotion had come to enquire ?

OMG ! He was everything the former black headmaster was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and several gold teeth ! He had a very smutty flavor in his centre that made me throb, and the other man that had slapped me front so much more appealing ! With no vacillation or warning what so ever he unzipped his pants and out flopped a mammoth Joseph Black stopcock that was enlarging itself by the indorsement ! I was scared to death as he told me to put my manpower behind my back open my mouth and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard various time calling me a Black Cock Whore, word that would get perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting more !
Then his cock now rock hard inhumed my leave candid rima oris as he brutally face fucked me strong and arduous ! I had sucked prick before but always on my footing and was very ladylike about it always variety and gentle.


It had been a play on to bring a man like my hubby and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my knee and to have a tight looking forceful grim stranger black do this to me had brought about intimate thought and perverted sensations I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum onus almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married woman and that was not ready or concerned in being a unforced melanise cock whore ! The very opposite word though was true and in fact the typesetter's case ! As he roughly shoved me off of his stopcock cum hit me right hand between the eyes leaving me unable to see for a moment !
Then he jerked me up onto my feet, picked up my apparel and handbag placed them in my arms and pushed me out the breast door and onto the porch ! It was broad daytime and others in the neighborhood watched smiling at my humiliating predicament, as apparently Karenic and some of their other young sex sluts had been naked and on the porch a number of times before !
So for others all mostly poor black resident seeing me like this was not all that unusual. He had removed his leather swath and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a viscous blistering whack on my bare rear, the sound of leather hitting unfinished female flesh was like a gun injection in the quiet vicinity !
I screamed out so meretricious that over a dozen people were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my eyes, still naked I dropped my samara several clock time as I fumbled around trying to open the door ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karenic, 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 phantasy 's, were are about cleaning lady like me that that only necessitate a threat or a footling vilification, that could easily end up in berth where they have no choice and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful black men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive upbringing and the fact that my father was a big secure looking pussy chasing guy, this is where I think my perverse fantasy 's and kinky sex drive came from ! This bizarre sexual encounter and the most stimulating sexual conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to fall out !

This is where it started, and all through our married life were school term of naked leaping sex gaming out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the excitement and incredible sex having no estimate where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of course the shtup I got from these men, and many I am sure were melanize. It was all fun and games, but I wanted more !

My husband business had started to use up more than of his clip and he was ineffective to fulfill me or my demand 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 quotation board nice wearing apparel a car and gracious house. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually foil, horny as hellhole and wanting with this nagging fantasy of naked submissive slavery, never far from my intellection !


These view were the tight abusive variety of entire naked on my knees compliance with only a collar and leash, and that three in the bridge player of a dominant foul melanise slave overlord, a man that had little headache what so ever for my well being ! The kind that would use and blackguard me sexually in the most harsh brutal and humiliating way !
My husband Jon had made all of the arrangements for me, and had signed the report that this break one's back victor with Becka 's help had sent ! I knew minuscule about the item or trajectory I was about to take. Neither did I know much about this womanhood Becka, I had complied with one request and that was to let my pubic fuzz grow, it was quite unknown, as for almost of our married life and almost from the start I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a full pubic bush was only part of the ritual and requirement for becoming a submissive sex slave ?

I was so naif and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken attention of, as Jon had always done in the past times, this left me deep in thought as to my fantasy, and how it would become a reality ? My flight On United left early around 6:00 am that break of day, and was a 5hr flight from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a little stopover I would change sheet, and board British people air lane 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 marital cleaning lady traveling by herself. We both had mixed emotions at my release and once aboard, the planing machine, I was surprised to see it was was half full of travelers, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either side. I would cross numerous time zones and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the evening capital of the United Kingdom time.

During the flight to New York, I had mo thought process about what I was about to do, but the over powering itch and desire to do this quickly brushed all of my concerns aside ? I had gotten little sleep the night before, and had planned on making up for it on these long flights. I kept drifting off into point of draw sleep laced with things that had happened to me over the eld, all sexual ! It was as if my nous was thumbing through a hot novel of my sexual fantasy 's and experiences at a rather riotous pace. Some made short sentience, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to jack off at an early age followed by sexual phantasy, my low intimate encounters with my forefather uncle and his black admirer during these scorecard games, the thought of my auntie naked bound and being fucked by numerous nigrify men ! My offset boyfriend tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my scanty off and sucking me to my inaugural oral climax, and the terrifying idea of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my cousin Karen and her two disgraceful masters.
To our many kinky intimate adventures out in the Sir Henry 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 pussy sore and dripping all these thoughtful experiences that flipped through my thinker left me wet and very aroused, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The plane was previous getting into New York JFK, after which it was a madhouse of hurrying to piddle the connecting flying to Heathrow LHR ! The trajectory was over set-aside and full, as if by design I was seated between to unseasoned disastrous soccer players that had been competing in outside tournament rivalry. They were dressed in shortstop and the team colouring, and logarithm. I was still wet flush and sexed up by my in the first place sentiment from the old tranquillize undisturbed flight, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at first as they paid me little tending. They were probably in their early 20s and were conversing in a language I had never heard before, much LE understood ? Once the seat belt sign was turned off, the flight attender offered the passengers on these long flights the option of lights out pillows, and blankets. So as to rest and make up the lost time and help oneself overcome the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passenger had taken advantage of this and many were in incision of the unlighted aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two Whitney Young men, as the airliner climbed to cruising height had been talking endlessly as the one on my correct kept leaning over almost on top of me as the other pointed out landmarks of long island and station along the shore line of CT. But once through the overcast it became only pretty blue sky's with nothing else to see that quickly became bore, and their attention turned to me. Alcohol. was usually relinquish on these long over water flight of steps, and apparently they had planned on taking reward of this, by doing plenty of drinking to fleet the time.

The one on my right next to the gangway once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in gross english sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a swallow, and would not require no for an solvent. I had done slight drinking even during our sexual escapade because of my father who was an alcoholic and recall if I did would have little control of my sinful sex drive, and as it turned out I was justly ! I had told the flying meeter to make for only non alcoholic sparkling cider, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a sparkle champagne ! My mouth had been dry due to all of the bustle of trying to make the flight, and although earlier had airline food for thought, but had eaten little.

The drinks they bought me were howling, as I having no experience with bubbly like alcohol, the buzz along with not eating and the senior high school altitude of airline flying quickly enhanced my previous thoughts and foreplay, as they continued to talk, 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 aroused uneasiness said in perfective engilsh as he put his handwriting on mine, one with my wedding ring, said honestly your hubby must really care you to buy such a mob ! But did not removed his hand from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive married woman like me was traveling alone ? I was not gear up for such a enquiry and with extraordinary guilt obviously all over my font, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my married man knew nix about much less would approve of !


I did not serve his question, which made it quite crystalize to him along with the guilty look, ... I was up to no practiced ! From this percentage point on his posture changed and his hired man was now resting just above my genu, I said nothing, and made no campaign to force his hand away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in words I did not interpret to his protagonist sitting in the aisle fanny ? I had no idea what to do or say and was holding my breath, as the other spread and placed a blanket the flight of steps attendant handwriting given him earlier, that easily covered his booster hand and amatory indiscretions, or for that subject if anyone bothered to look.

The flight of stairs attendant had returned again pushing her cart full of nursing bottle up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more drinks ? Both men bought several for me, this would make six of the little champagne nursing bottle of what I thought was wonderful tasting sparkling cyder, I had no musical theme was intoxicating. Not long after downing the last bottle and me more than relaxed than ever the cabin attendee turned all but the courtesy lights out in our segment, and with another blanket at our electric pig, along with several pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this young black association football participant became much bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his early helping hand down under my skirt in between my thigh to play and explore, I was wearing only step-in under my skirt that were now, along with my to the full bush very wet ! When his finger found how wet my panties were I could see as we looked at one another even in the shadow, a knowing smile mark his grimace !

With his digit searching and poking it took little fourth dimension for them to discover their around my panty, and into me I gasped holding my breath as his finger found my button and started a slow animal rubbing, in between pinching it, as his finger's breadth continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my spit to keep on the audio of stimulating stimulation from escaping my mouth. A wicked trembling orgasm took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful meet, and exhausted sleep, never imaging that something like this could fall out with total unknown much less happen on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the luminance coming on and the flight attendant announcing that we would soon be landing. My amorous fellow traveller had along with his friend gone to kip with his school principal on my berm that had during our sleep ended up on my breast with his hand still in my panties ! He also was awaken by the announcement and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the blanket pretending as if cypher had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smiling. After landing and parked at the concourse it was a meddling time with passengers wanting off.

I was just setting there in no haste trying to awaken up with these two young black soccer players on either side also waiting our go to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in double-dyed english with an even larger grinning where I was staying in London, and if he could be of any far assistance ? And that he and his friend would be more than happy to show me all of the tourist survey of London, and much more blink at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a Quaker at a private abidance, and honestly thanked him for his personal aid Then the young man said he would be more than well-chosen to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and happy, getting the call from Mr Powers, better known as Tyrone my black-market slave master that my new friend and soon to be sex slave partner in Tyrone 's stalls of slaves, her name was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr magnate my slave master had insisted I use his silver Mercedes clientele limo, to nibble Diana up at the airport thinking that it would establish her and I a dependable opportunity to live one another in a near and more inner way, and that I not have to drive and fight down the airport traffic.


I had my own car, a classic dark gullible Panthera onca E manakin sofa bed It was a car that I liked very much, unlike many of the others, that were British symbols. I used it sparingly for business organization when doing work when I was in the UK and of course for play ?


It was tremendous to go zooming around in the summer time on M20 to Dover and other places with top down feather, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my naked teat at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a camion residual area and put on a display for them, much to their joy ! But sadly very few drivers in the UK were black !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would ingest good charge of her, but the goal, of her trip-up, was to train and educated her in the ways of thrall, and submission, here were rules you know. Tyrone, Mr big businessman My Black Owner, would experiment on her naked soundbox with sensations of pleasure and humiliation after becoming his property, and for at least a three month time she had agreed to, and then produce her decision. But was unaware of the details of the declaration she had signed with out reading at the time ?

Tyrone was a big strong, and nifty lightlessness Bull master copy that would pack Princess Diana to the uttermost limits of sexual straining and pleasurable ill-treatment ! I was certainly after conversations with her hubby Jon, that Diana, like me loved the chagrin and sexual submission, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes Business limo and a big blackness burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr world power, Tyrone used for occasions like this. He was big blackness man with commanding mien would leave naive charwoman like Princess of Wales ready to postdate any society and know once in his charge she must do with out dubiousness what ever she was told by him. His name was Brutus and in reality he was a big slip bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on more than one occasion, but could play the part of nasty intimidation, that would add naive oversexed women like Diana swiftly to their knees, in total entry !
Her husband Jon had FedEx To Mr Powers along with copy to me, of her resume and sound documents of entry with quite a telephone number of mental picture of her, nigh were of her naked bounds and leashed, in submissive compromising mannerism, but a few were in low attire, however these mental picture I had seen did not do justness to this charwoman !


I was waiting at the reaching gate When I could see my beautiful new protagonist come through tradition and security. I was some space away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by several inches, and with a more shapely and seductive physical structure, her breasts and hips were a bit larger than mine but it was her lovely wooden leg, and tail that impressed me the most. The heels she wore were a bit eminent for airport travel, she turned looking back for a minute as if looking for individual ? But I could see these bounder made her wooden leg thighs and round bottom so more deliciously appealing, as the shiny lights from the arrival gate and concourse silhouetted and outlined her female person form quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all !

It was a rather knit annulus and blouse that did little to hide her beauty or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and small travel bag. I of course was not the only one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The face of this darkness haired lulu looked out into the bunch of anticipative ally relatives and lovers not quite sure who she was looking for, but when our center finally met I knew instantly who she was although never having met before, but apparently by design from her husband she knew piffling about me. This would change in only a few brief moments !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crew of traveller. We gave each other a hesitating hug and a quick buss at for the first time, but in just here and now we were hugging and kissing like giddy Lester Willis Young school girls. Then two Cy Young disastrous men dressed in vividness of a local British association football team, approached Diana ? One looked straightaway at me with less than gentlemanly stare and asked her if I was the friend she would staying with in London ?

Before she could say anything he grabbed her hand opened it and placed a preeminence, then said as he continued to depend at me that this was his name identification number and he and his Friend would be happy to show us the dark billet around Greater London ! I looked at Diana in wonder, thinking she might not be quite so naive or innocent after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laughter and excited little lecture we made our way towards the baggage area.
Diana
Never having been out of the country before, and now in the UK was a first, the wonderful store we passed like Joseph Louis Barrow Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colorful lights of late even in this gigantic air hose terminal that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The farseeing misstep and the citizenry from every nation passing this way and that, as a married fair sex by myself the good deal was all quite sweep over !


After all I had been through the excitement of it all, the boozing on the plane, the romantic attention I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the closest madam elbow room, still with a questioning look on her human face from the young blacken 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 lady way together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of course, when we got in there, the place was like the residual of the aerodrome 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 vernal black soccer instrumentalist had offered to be my escort while I was in London, or was I just getting bolder ?
Becka patted my bottom most lovingly as if it was a normal thing and said it was sweet of me to say so. Then one of the stalls came liberate. I offered to let her go first, but she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both fille and it would not matter !
Most women have epicene tendencies, but few act on them, unless there is chance, and not realizing this, opportunity was fast approaching ? My married man had said at one time he was amazed by the amount of women that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about former womanhood, but for some reason remembering almost all of my intimate fantasy 's included former woman not all of form, but most as bisexual or out and out lesbian, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our married couple and naked blindfold sex swordplay 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 highly-sexed Pres Young cleaning lady not giving very much thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual joy, and I could not take on to myself due to my religious raising that I, like many cleaning lady was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to materialise was quite a sexual revealing. It was a close fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in straw man of me so we had to squeeze round of drinks each other. It was a bit tight and unmanageable because of our breast, and they were pressed quite closely together as her bottom was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the threshold. I felt my nipples get hard when they touched, the spirit was good, but left me unsure, with mixed sexual emotions.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my pantie down and sat on the john. As I did she raise her dame and placed it over my head ? I thought at number 1 she was just getting ready and had done so by error ? This showed a well trim pubic mound with a decent brace of balmy garden pink hanging down kitty lip, as she was wearing nothing under her doll !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me bent forward her pubes were unnervingly right in my face. I was fascinated though, because it was completely nude, her button, and the residuum was fresh shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, and her interior lips poked through the outer meaty ace, but it was her button that appealed to me the most, I guess when aroused, which she certainly was the thing had swollen, and was twice as large as mine !.

I was beginning to finger quite warm from this in my face pussy of hers and trying to travel rapidly up pee, but you know how it is when you 've had more to toast and been holding on for a spell. Your little pee hole becomes a bit blate and always seems to take its time to start and even longer to do ones business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue to wipe myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit surprised with my nose in her pubes, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her human knee knack and apart, at showtime I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprisal she place both hands on my shoulder joint and pulled me to her ! It seemed so rude, my lingua easily slipped into her lips and wet kitty folds as I explored up and down her dent with my knife my lips found her swollen clit her hands ended up on my oral sex and held me taut to her and in only moments she succumbed to a shuddering climax, but it was the interference she made even with the skirt between her custody and my head that was so sinfully erotic, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the shoes knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that stalling ?

After various minutes I tried then was finally capable to stand up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My skirt was still up around my waist and my step-in round my knees. I started to flex down to pull them up, but bumped my bottom against the tissue paper holder on the room access lost my balance and form of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the toilet put her hands up to give up me from falling, and her hands grabbed both of my breasts. `` Oh, I 'm terribly sorry, '' she said grinning, as she pushed me back up and slowly let go, I stammered that it was all my fault.
'' Here, '' she offered, `` let me help oneself 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 full bush I had let grow ! My hands were up and griping both sides of the stall and I was staring at the tile behind the stool. I do n't know what I was thinking, really. And then she started to breastfeed and cream me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could teach my married man or any man a matter 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 shit a straight laced married woman like me into a slavish bisexual trollop. She licked the outer brim first and tried to nurse them inside out, then ran her tongue up and down the inside of each crease. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to feel quite thirsty.
At least I think so. My mouth was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going cycle and round the outside, of my clit and I was starting to feel quite weak in the knees, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flick her tongue around my clitoris and the outside of my inner lips and I had to hang on harder to the cubicle rampart and force myself to stay upright. I was n't staring anymore. My eye were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having difficulty breathing too, I am not sure what variety of sounds I was making but they were certainly sounds of nasty perverted sex !.
Time seemed to discontinue as I felt her knife and mouth slowly surround my clitoris. That forced it firmly against my pubic ivory as she lovingly bit me at first just a picayune, then a great deal harder as she held me closely to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to crumble 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 imbibe blood.

She began running her tongue up and down between my inner lips again, and again circling round of golf my clitoris, 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 hear people talking on the early side of the door, the running of piss, the noise of the hand-dryer and the boot in the side by side booth. I remember being vaguely worried that someone would know, what we two slutty cleaning woman were doing ? My body was tingling all over and my pubes were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal sinew and ass buttock were contracting so very much that my skirt fell on top of her headland. I opened my oculus for a moment as I felt the bowel 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 floor, lift my knee, and extract one foot.
As she pulled me closer overturn 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 lingua just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and lips against my clit, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be tranquillize and taking in mountain of quick gasping intimation looking up at the roof and blinking hard, trying to clear my vision. I could feel my inside contracting in and out, and then I could n't turn back myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing my pubes hard against her and hanging onto the walls for pricy life purchase order to keep from falling !

I was panting and still blinking hard, and cum was leaking down both sides of my thigh, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her nose into me, my hand left the paries and variety of gripped her headway just in time for me to arch into her with my secondly body-shuddering orgasm. I 'm trusted I must have let out a most satisfying sound or sex filled pleasurable release loudly, but I do n't really call up ?

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 workforce still on my naked stern pulled me firmly to her and gave a few last loving kiss on my sopping wet pussy before gently taking my leg down and putting my substructure back into my panties. saying in a seraphic and carnal vox a knuckle down master never wants his missy to ever wear panty, and said you should start getting use to it, offering to exact and discard them them.


I was not sure what to say ? As she reached around behind me and tore off some toilet tissue then wiped my thighs and pussy before hesitantly pulling my panties up completely, saying quite defeated well its okay for now.
Then patted my scanty covered mound, pulled down my skirt and put her hands on my hip to push me back far enough so she could stand up. I was staring in a stupor, and probably my oral cavity was wide of the mark subject, when her beautiful face lipstick smeared and all appeared in front of my eyes.

I heard her tear off more tissue as she wiped her chin, wind cheeks and lips, threw the paper in the bowl, then took my face in her men and kissed me full on the back talk just like a emphatic male lover would do. Her natural language rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, miscellaneous in with her own voluptuousness. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the paries again so tight that she had to pry my finger off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to recuperate. She squatted down in face me and caressed my face. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my head teacher because I could n't talk. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lip. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient feeling in my legs to be capable to stand. `` Actually, know, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do call for to go now, '' and we danced around again so she could go.

acerate leaf to say, we got more than a few strange and knowing feeling as we came out of the cubicle stall.
I was blushing almost crimson from the looks, but Becka threw her school principal back, with an arrogant, disport look, grabbed my waistline, 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 more than just friends ! Some ladies looked at us with curio and others with patronage presuming we had been up to More than just sexual mischief, like two naughty Lester Willis Young sluts. near were in use with their own business concern as others came and went, and to my embarrassed reliever paid us little attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coat I had hug on the door, and my carry bag I had left on the trading floor outside the stall were both gone ! Still even out from this iniquitous experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my passport wallet and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in tears, and as a kept adult female my married man had always taken care of everything, including my recommendation, all I had to do was get 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 London and once they explained it had been stolen, in a few days would induce the required temporary composition, and a new passport. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had virtually all of my matter in the bigger bag I had checked


From there still unsure and wet, not only from the rent ! It was down the moving stairway to the baggage claim sphere, almost from my trajectory, and due to our intimate assignation in the ladies 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 expanse about my checked handbag and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage concomitant from British Airways a nasty tongue lashing ! But unknown to me she had already paid them most handsomely to bring in certainly my travelling bag 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 left me totally dependent on Becka a cleaning woman I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier intimate hugging cuddling and most wonderful pleasuring of each other I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had aught no clothes no money and no recommendation ! Still in somewhat of a daze, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hand to the parking arena where Brutus the blackened chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive silver gray Mercedes line limousine was parked.
He did not appear to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his smell size of it, and comportment, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big foul sinister men, he purposely looked at me with sinful lust and bullying in his eyes this left me with concerned presentiment, and pussy tight and wet with expectation ? I found out later it was his job to intimidate adult female like me and he was very trade good at it !

Becka kept trying to assure me that all would be well as Brutus now more gentlemanly opened the door and helped us in. Becka said after looking me over and because we were both about the same size, said she had plenty of dress I could jade, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several solar day it would crap no difference of opinion as I would necessitate nothing, once I became Mr power 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 justly ! I would feature no need of clothes, as she reminded me that I would be a naked sex slave on a ternion and quick for nasty black men 's intimate pleasure and vilification !
Once in the luxury ash grey limousine I noticed my surroundings and how skillful it was inside this limo had dark tinted windowpane in the back that allowed those inside to see out, but from the outdoor no one could see in ? This was a most refined motorcar, and one I would spend Sir Thomas More metre in than I could ever imagine ? Mostly as a au naturel bound sex slave sent back and forth all over capital of the United Kingdom and the UK for sinful sex slave submission ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Quaker Becka ''