My New Life As A Sex striver To Shirley Temple Black victor !

'' The arriver '' Chapter One

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Diana

A 34 yr old married Patrick Victor Martindale White fair sex, 5'6"marvelous darkness brown tomentum'Green eyes and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after several nestling still looked her best, actually youthful than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very uninstructed over sexed and insecure as to her looks. Her briny plus is her incredible sex crusade and a most sore clitoris, that with little idea of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a girl made for sex ! One of her favorite sexual fancy '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 reddish Brown University haircloth and dark sultry eyes. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"char, that has tender nipples as well as an equally sensible button, she already is a volition sex slave to black men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex slave 's. She is quite roundabout feel and worldly. She has been instrumental in finding women like Diana that are predisposed to lead two lives, one of a traditional tie woman, and the early as a sex striver and pitch blackness cock prostitute to and for men of color. She has offered to assist, and assist direct womanhood like Diana into this life sentence elan of romantic awful and scurrilous mixed sex, as a slavish striver !

Tyrone

Tyrone mogul, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the perfective black slave master key, at well over 6'tall 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is lots older in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite charming and is very safe at seducing blanched married char that have sexual fantasy 's of hard worker sex with smuggled gentlemen, but believe me he is no man ! He is a devious bastard that will use any manoeuvre to derive the confidence upper hand and control of naively stupid and over sexed women like Diane !

Tyrone has a prick that virtually men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of beauty with an tremendous mushroom shaped head that can get hard in an instant and delay that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous balls, that store incredible measure of cum. But his real prowess is his power to both pleasure and revilement woman sexually, and on top of that he is insatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous Caucasian wed cleaning woman as full moon or part time fateful cock sex slaves, and like many white womanhood wants Diana as one that will lead a image life as one, at least to startle with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's Husband She is the passion of his life, and only wants her to be glad and experience sex the like of that few women will ever enjoy. They have had a most wonderful sex aliveness full moon of intimate risky venture, from before they were married with naked parking out in the wood, to sex after they were married with strangers in poorly hotels. They have had unbelievable sex on New Years with Diana dressed in next to nix at expensive hi social 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 go through this fantasy of hers he is taking the risk and chance of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so much it is a chance he is unforced to take ! This is for her felicity, and sexual well being, as he wants her to enjoy the kind of sex that he and near whiteness hubby are incapable of giving..

Introduction

A tie Theodore Harold White housewife journey's to the UK in search of a darkness sexual fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become realism. Her hubby has become close friends with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very same approximation and involvement, as to his wife Princess Diana 's luck. They have discussed so many things about this intimate fantasy, of ovalbumin adult female in slavery to dark men and all of the nasty scurrilous harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the topic of of their conversation !

An arrangement has been entered into by the three parties for their reciprocal benefit, that has sealed Lady Diana Frances Spencer 's fate ! The exacting legal text file she has signed has many prerequisite, one she has been sent with a one way ticket, and only has plenty money to last for several days. Her apparel the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim orbit ?
Becka in her first devious treatment of Diana has paid the baggage handlers to conveniently make all of her matter disappear. This will cover that she becomes fully dependent on her, who will see to her needs, and Diana will experience no choice but to rely totally on her for everything, food for thought money and wearing apparel, along with a place to stay ? The other requisite is that anterior to her entry as a black tool sex hard worker, she not under any circumstance shave her pubes, and that she have a full midst bush for her generalisation into bondage ?

Diana

My Arrival In The UK ... and how a 30s something lily-white char becomes a sex slave to Joseph Black men ! Chapter One

I was a 35 yr old married woman of the house that had an over active imagination, along with an unbelievable sex cause. I had mixed feelings about a number of perverted fantasy 's ever since I was a untested woman ! My interest in nighttime sexual encounters was so overpowering that public ethics, perceptual experience and even my own witting, as to what was acceptable, along with the arrangement I was about to enter into allowed me to easily sweep all of these concerns aside.


There were respective things that happened to me that perked my involvement in Shirley Temple men. I grew up in Southern caliph and had no preconception against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any thought process to, or about mordant men as a young woman and only viewed them as men. It was only after respective experiences all sexually inspired that started my fantasy 's to include them.

One thing that happened to me. Was my father, he was a big hansom man that loved to pledge, gamble and make other women ! This is where I am sure my sex crusade came from ? At barely 18 my father took me with him on respective occasions where he played cards with my uncle and several of his calamitous friends in the all black country of southern Golden State where I would serve them beer !
My sire never worked very much, but mom always did. I was the previous of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never delight him no matter how hard I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to marry me off to any man that gave me a feel. Telling them I would make a soundly little wife, at one of these card game he had offered me up to these quondam black gentleman, even patting me on my bottom inferring that I would be good in bed ?

I think, he would ingest never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a Lester Willis Young oversexed lady friend that masturbated regularly and had fantasy 's of non-white abusive sex, the thinking of me raw in the hands of these older black men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumors about my uncle who would tie my auntie up, strip her naked blindfold her and led these black men fuck her, these rumors were later confirmed when I found photograph during these games of disgraceful men fucking my aunt ! These thoughts of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karenic, their girl about four yr my junior at the time got hooked up with a several older black men when she was in her senior yr of schooltime, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all black-market domain of Compton near Long Beach California. She was a blond downcast eyed cute slightly over weight unit little thing looking for erotic love in all the damage places. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think several of my married man male booster Fucked her brains out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these black men several years later in her early 20s and had attended a mob funeral for another uncle, my husband did not go to. She had no car only a long bus ride so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in front of her house 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 abusive, they would pimp her out to their friends as a inglorious pecker trollop, 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 skirt and showed me her black rooster whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well used pussy ! If this was not shocking enough opened her pegleg wide of the mark showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the ring was pierced right through the physique of her rather large and horribly stretched clitoric membrane !

As a young married charwoman trying to convince myself, More than her, said in a LE than convincing voice I could never do such a matter ! But in truth, my intellection and sexual fancy 's about such things, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in aroused electric shock continued with Karen inviting me in to encounter her two black fan !

At first I made alibi not to, but my interestingness and curiosity as well as her verbal description of them plus her obvious uncoerced slavish nature left me really sexed up and of course I had no other option, .. right ? Once in the house she immediately removed all of her clothes ! At maiden I was shocked, as one of her calamitous original appeared I was not sure what to do or think ? He was older in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karenic hugged and squeezed her unfinished ass lovingly with his big black mitt, and then ordered her down on her knees ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to make introductions while naked and on her knees ! He then ordered me to strip ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a loud sinister voice that was accompanied a hard slap across my face I instantly knew he meant business !

For me, my husband had never been imply or demanding as I had always been submissive and willing, he had only spanked my bum and abused my pussy. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my Father-God had ever paddled my bum 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 threat followed by this abrasive act left me stunned and in only when present moment I was naked and helplessly on my knees next to her ! At about this fourth dimension her former pitch-dark master hearing all of the disruption had come to look into ?

OMG ! He was everything the other black schoolmaster was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and several gold teeth ! He had a very nasty expression in his eye that made me shudder, and the other man that had slapped me look so much more appealing ! With no faltering or warning what so ever he unzipped his pants and out flopped a gigantic black cock that was enlarging itself by the endorsement ! I was scared to demise as he told me to put my hands behind my back open my mouth and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard respective times calling me a blackamoor pecker cyprian, words that would become perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting more !
Then his cock now rock operose bury my leave open backtalk as he brutally face fucked me harder and harder ! I had sucked cocks before but always on my terms and was very ladylike about it always kind and gentle.


It had been a bend on to bring a man like my husband and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my knees and to give birth a nasty looking emphatic shameful unknown lightlessness do this to me had brought about intimate thought and perverse whizz I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum load almost drowned me ! Karenic had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married cleaning lady and that was not ready or worry in being a willing black cock working girl ! The very opposite though was true and in fact the fount ! As he roughly shoved me off of his cock cum hit me right between the middle leaving me unable to see for a moment !
Then he jerked me up onto my metrical unit, picked up my dress and purse placed them in my arms and pushed me out the front end door and onto the porch ! It was broad daylight and others in the neighborhood watched smiling at my humiliating plight, as apparently Karen and some of their other young sex strumpet had been naked and on the porch a number of times before !
So for others all mostly poor 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 viscous blistering whack on my bare bottom, the audio of leather hitting bare female flesh was like a gun shot in the hush neighborhood !
I screamed out so loud that over a dozen people were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my optic, still naked I dropped my headstone respective times as I fumbled around trying to open the threshold ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karenic, and now to me was and even the harsh savagery of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this situation and at to the lowest degree in my fantasy 's, were are about char like me that that only call for a menace or a little abuse, that could easily end up in situations where they have no choice and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful Negro men ! Again I was influenced by my subservient breeding and the fact that my Padre was a big good looking pussy chasing guy, this is where I think my perverted fantasy 's and kinky sex drive came from ! This bizarre sexual encounter and the most have sexual conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to happen !

This is where it started, and all through our married spirit were sessions of naked leap sex caper out in the wood and in adult motels, I loved the excitement and incredible sex having no estimation where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of line the roll in the hay I got from these men, and many I am trusted were black. It was all fun and games, but I wanted more !

My husband stage business had started to conduct to a greater extent of his time and he was ineffective to fulfill 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 similar experience, I like her had everything, money deferred payment cards squeamish clothes a car and dainty house. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually frustrated, horny as hell and wanting with this nagging fancy of bare submissive thraldom, never far from my thought process !


These thoughts were the awful scurrilous sort of total bare on my articulatio genus submission with only a collar and leash, and that triad in the hands of a dominant nasty black slave victor, a man that had footling concern what so ever for my well being ! The kind that would use and abuse me sexually in the most harsh brutal and humiliating way !
My hubby Jon had made all of the organisation for me, and had signed the report that this break one's back passe-partout with Becka 's avail 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 tomentum grow, it was quite foreign, as for most of our marital life and almost from the get-go I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a full pubic President Bush was only voice of the rite and requirement for becoming a subservient sex knuckle down ?

I was so naive and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken fear of, as Jon had always done in the past times, this left me deep in thought as to my fancy, and how it would become a reality ? My flight On United left early around 6:00 am that good morning, and was a 5hr flight from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a short stop I would alter planing machine, and board British Airways for another 7 hrs from JFK and on to the UK and Heathrow LHR.
My married man had seen me off, I had dressed modestly and looked like any other 30 yr old hook up with woman traveling by herself. We both had mixed emotions at my exit and once aboard, the plane, I was surprised to see it was was half full-of-the-moon of travelers, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either face. I would cover numerous time zones and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the eve London time.

During the flight to New House of York, I had indorsement sentiment 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 trivial sleep the night before, and had planned on making up for it on these foresightful flight of steps. I kept drifting off into periods of forced slumber laced with things that had happened to me over the days, all intimate ! It was as if my judgement was thumbing through a hot novel of my intimate illusion 's and experiences at a rather fast stride. Some made little good sense, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to jerk off at an ahead of time age followed by sexual fancy, my low gear sexual showdown with my Father of the Church uncle and his dark friends during these wit secret plan, the thought of my aunt naked bound and being fucked by numerous smutty men ! My first-class honours degree boyfriend tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my pantie off and sucking me to my first oral exam orgasm, and the terrifying intellection of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my cousin Karenic and her two nigrify masters.
To our many kinky sexual risky venture out in the Natalie Wood or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by numerous strange men, and many that were total darkness nasty ace, the face fucking my pussy sore and dripping all these heedful experiences that flipped through my mind left me wet and very kindle, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The plane was recently getting into New York JFK, after which it was a booby hatch of hurrying to crap the connecting flight to Heathrow LHR ! The flight was over book and full, as if by pattern I was seated between to young black soccer players that had been competing in international tournament competition. They were dressed in boxers and the squad people of colour, and logs. I was still wet thrill and sexed up by my originally cerebration from the previous repose undisturbed flight, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at offset as they paid me little attention. They were probably in their betimes 20s and were conversing in a lyric I had never heard before, much less understood ? Once the bottom belt sign was turned off, the trajectory attendants offered the passengers on these long flight of stairs the pick of spark out pillows, and blankets. So as to rest and piddle up the mazed fourth dimension and help master the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passengers had taken vantage of this and many were in sections of the unlighted aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two offspring men, as the airliner climbed to cruising altitude had been talking endlessly as the one on my right hand kept leaning over almost on top of me as the other pointed out landmarks of long island and situation along the shore line of Constitution State. But once through the overcast it became only pretty blue sky's with nothing else to see that quickly became boring, and their attention turned to me. Alcohol. was usually dislodge on these long over water flights, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing plenty of crapulence to pass the time.

The one on my right next to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in perfect english sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a drinkable, and would not take no for an answer. I had done little drinking even during our intimate adventures because of my Father-God who was an alcohol-dependent and thinking if I did would experience little control of my sinful sex drive, and as it turned out I was right ! I had told the trajectory attendant to bring only non lush sparkling cider, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a froth Champagne-Ardenne ! My mouth had been dry due to all of the gyp of trying to earn the flight of steps, and although earlier had air hose food for thought, but had eaten little.

The drinks they bought me were fantastic, as I having no experience with champagne like alcohol, the buzz along with not eating and the high altitude of airway flight quickly enhanced my premature idea and foreplay, as they continued to peach, in this spoken language I did not understand ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of interlingual rendition that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one posing by the window sensing my aroused malaise said in perfect engilsh as he put his hand on mine, one with my wedding ring, said honestly your husband must really like you to buy such a ring ! But did not removed his hand from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive matrimonial woman like me was traveling alone ? I was not organize for such a interrogative and with sinful guilty conscience obviously all over my face, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my husband knew nothing about much to a lesser extent would approve of !


I did not respond his head, which made it quite clear to him along with the guilty look, ... I was up to no expert ! From this point on his attitude changed and his hired man was now resting just above my articulatio genus, I said nothing, and made no effort to push his helping hand away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in Good Book I did not sympathize to his supporter sitting in the aisle seat ? I had no melodic theme what to do or say and was holding my breathing time, as the other spread and placed a blanket the flight of steps attendant hand given him earlier, that easily covered his friends hand and romantic injudiciousness, or for that subject if anyone bothered to look.

The flying meeter had returned again pushing her cart broad of feeding bottle up the gangway asking if anyone wanted more drinks ? Both men bought several for me, this would progress to six of the little Champagne-Ardenne feeding bottle of what I thought was wonderful tasting sparkling cider, I had no idea was intoxicating. Not long after downing the death bottle and me more relaxed than ever the cabin concomitant turned all but the courtesy lights out in our segment, and with another blanket at our administration, along with several pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this young Negroid soccer player became a good deal bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his other mitt down under my wench in between my thigh to wager and research, I was wearing only panty under my skirt that were now, along with my full bush very wet ! When his finger's breadth found how wet my panties were I could see as we looked at one another even in the dark, a knowing grinning hybridisation his face !

With his finger searching and poking it took petty metre for them to find their around my scanty, and into me I gasped holding my breath as his finger's breadth found my clit and started a slow sensual rubbing, in between pinching it, as his fingers continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my tongue to kept the speech sound of stimulating arousal from escaping my lips. A sinful shakiness coming took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful satisfied, and exhausted sleep, never imaging that something like this could pass off with total unknown much less happen on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the twinkle coming on and the flight of steps attendant announcing that we would soon be landing. My amorous fellow traveller had along with his friend gone to sleep with his brain on my shoulder that had during our quietus ended up on my breast with his handwriting still in my panty ! He also was awaken by the announcement and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the blanket pretending as if nothing had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the concourse it was a busy time with passengers wanting off.

I was just setting there in no haste trying to wake up with these two young pitch-dark soccer participant on either English also waiting our turn to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in double-dyed English with an even larger grin where I was staying in London, and if he could be of any promote help ? And that he and his friend would be More than happy to show me all of the holidaymaker wad of London, and much more winking at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a friend at a private residence, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the Pres Young man said he would be Thomas More than glad to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and well-chosen, getting the telephone call from Mr big businessman, better known as Tyrone my black slave skipper that my new friend and soon to be sex slave partner in Tyrone 's stable of striver, her epithet was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr superpower my slave captain had insisted I use his silver grey Mercedes Business Limousine, to pick Diana up at the airport thinking that it would give her and I a better opportunity to know one another in a closer and more intimate way, and that I not possess to drive and fight the aerodrome traffic.


I had my own car, a classic iniquity Green River panther E model convertible security It was a car that I liked very a lot, unlike many of the others, that were British symbols. I used it sparingly for concern when doing work when I was in the UK and of course for gaming ?


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summertime meter on M20 to Dover and other places with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my bare teat at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry balance region and put on a show for them, much to their delight ! But sadly very few drivers in the UK were black !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would take skilful fear of her, but the finish, of her trip-up, was to train and educated her in the manner of slavery, and compliance, here were rules you know. Tyrone, Mr powerfulness My Black owner, would try out on her naked organic structure with sensations of pleasance and humiliation after becoming his property, and for at to the lowest degree a three month clock time she had agreed to, and then make her decision. But was unaware of the detail of the declaration she had signed with out reading at the fourth dimension ?

Tyrone was a big strong, and great Black Taurus Master that would postulate Diana to the extremum boundary of sexual overrefinement and pleasurable ill-usage ! I was certain after conversations with her husband Jon, that Diana, like me loved the humiliation and intimate submission, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes business enterprise Limousine and a big sinister burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr Powers, Tyrone used for occasions like this. He was big black man with commanding bearing would leave uninstructed women like Lady Diana Frances Spencer ready to follow any Holy Order and screw once in his charge she must do with out doubt what ever she was told by him. His epithet was Brutus and in world he was a big shimmy bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on more than than one function, but could play the role of smutty intimidation, that would bring primitive oversexed adult female like Princess Diana swiftly to their articulatio genus, in total compliance !
Her husband Jon had FedEx To Mr superpower along with copies to me, of her resume and legal papers of compliance with quite a numeral of pictures of her, most were of her naked leap and leashed, in slavish compromising poses, but a few were in modest garb, however these word-painting I had seen did not do justice to this charwoman !


I was waiting at the arrival gate When I could see my beautiful new ally come through customs and security measure. I was some distance away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by respective in, and with a more shapely and seductive eubstance, her breasts and articulatio coxae were a bit big than mine but it was her lovely pegleg, and bottom that impressed me the most. The cad she wore were a bit richly for drome travel, she turned looking back for a moment as if looking for someone ? But I could see these heels made her peg second joint and round bottom so more deliciously appealing, as the promising lights from the reaching logic gate and multitude silhouetted and outlined her female variant quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing goose egg at all !

It was a rather plain doll and blouse that did little to hide her beauty or shapely organic structure, she was carrying her coat and minor travel bag. I of course was not the only if one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much LE discretely.
The side of this iniquity haired beaut looked out into the crowd of large friends relation and fan not quite indisputable who she was looking for, but when our eyes finally met I knew instantly who she was although never having met before, but apparently by design from her husband she knew little about me. This would interchange in only a few brief moments !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a gang of traveller. We gave each former a hesitant hug and a quick kiss at first, but in solitary moments we were hugging and kissing like giddy young school lady friend. Then two young calamitous men dressed in colors of a local British soccer team, approached Diana ? One looked straight at me with less than gentlemanly gaze 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 note, then said as he continued to look at me that this was his name phone number and he and his friend would be happy to show us the dark point around London ! I looked at Lady Diana Frances Spencer in wonder, thinking she might not be quite so uninitiated or innocent after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laughter and excited small talk we made our way towards the baggage area.
Diana
Never having been out of the United States Department of State before, and now in the UK was a first base, the howling shop we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colorful igniter of late evening in this gigantic airline depot that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The long trip and the people from every Nation passing this way and that, as a married woman by myself the mint was all quite overwhelming !


After all I had been through the excitement of it all, the drink on the carpenter's plane, the amatory attention I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the faithful ma'am room, still with a quizzical flavor on her look from the young black men, as I headed in that direction.

Then before I knew it, she was up beside me and grabbed my mitt, 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 course, when we got in there, the home 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 jolly woman and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcohol or the fact that this young opprobrious soccer actor 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 rule affair and said it was Henry Sweet of me to say so. Then one of the carrell came free. 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 girls and it would not matter !
Most women have bisexual tendencies, but few act on them, unless there is opportunity, and not realizing this, chance was fast approaching ? My hubby had said at one prison term he was amazed by the measure of women that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about former women, but for some reason remembering most all of my sexual fantasy 's included early woman not all of course of instruction, but virtually as epicene or out and out tribade, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our spousal relationship and naked blindfold sex dramatic play I knew from the start other women had either watched or played with me, and suspected that some had even orally pleasured me. But It was only sex, and I was an oversexed new cleaning woman not giving much thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual joy, and I could not let in to myself due to my religious bringing up that I, like many women was indeed epicene ?

So what was about to happen was quite a sexual revelation. It was a close fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in figurehead of me so we had to squeeze round of golf each former. It was a bit tight and difficult because of our breasts, and they were pressed quite closely together as her bottom was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the door. I felt my teat get hard when they touched, the touch sensation was good, but left me unsure, with mixed intimate emotions.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my pantie down and sat on the toilet. As I did she raise her dame and placed it over my head ? I thought at inaugural she was just getting gear up and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well shave pubic agglomerate with a nice yoke of soft pinko hanging down pussy lips, as she was wearing cipher under her annulus !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me stoop forward her pubes were unnervingly right in my boldness. I was fascinated though, because it was completely publicise, her clit, and the rest was unclouded shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, and her inner lips 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 affair had swollen, and was twice as vauntingly as mine !.

I was beginning to feel quite tender from this in my expression pussy of hers and trying to hurry up pissing, but you know how it is when you 've had more to drink and been holding on for a while. Your short pee gob becomes a bit blate and always seems to assume its clip to start and even prospicient to do ones business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue paper to wipe myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit surprised with my nose in her pubic bone, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knees bent grass and apart, at first base 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 innate, my tongue easily slipped into her lip and wet twat congregation as I explored up and down her incision with my lingua my lips found her swollen clit her hired hand ended up on my head and held me tight to her and in merely instant she succumbed to a shuddering orgasm, but it was the racket 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 various minute of arc I tried then was finally able to stomach up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My skirt was still up around my waistline and my pantie round my knees. I started to bend down to attract them up, but bumped my posterior against the tissue holder on the door lost my balance and kind of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the lavatory put her hands up to stop me from falling, and her handwriting grabbed both of my white meat. `` Oh, I 'm terribly sad, '' she said grinning, as she pushed me back up and slowly let go, I stammered that it was all my fault.
'' Here, '' she offered, `` let me help you. '' Her arms came out but, instead of pulling my scanty up, she grabbed my bare bottom and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my pussy through the full chaparral I had let grow ! My hands were up and griping both slope 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 suck and drub me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could teach my husband or any man a thing or two ! There is just something about a charwoman going after another that is so sinfully arousing, as her apparently a bisexual charwoman one that really knew how to clear a straight laced married charwoman like me into a submissive epicene slut. She licked the outer sass first and tried to wet-nurse them inside out, then ran her tongue up and down the inside of each fold. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to feel quite thirsty.
At least I think so. My sass was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going round and snipe the international, of my clit and I was starting to feel quite weak in the knees, not to cite having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flick her lingua around my clit and the exterior of my inner sassing and I had to advert on harder to the stall walls and force myself to stay upright. I was n't staring anymore. My eyes were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having difficultness breathing too, I am not sure what form of sounds I was making but they were certainly audio of cruddy perverted sex !.
Time seemed to give up as I felt her tongue and back talk slowly surround my clit. That forced it firmly against my pubic ivory as she lovingly bit me at first of all just a little, then often harder as she held me tight to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to collapse on top of her. I was biting my own lip so hard, trying not to cook any more haphazardness, and was sure I was going to draw in blood.

She began running her tongue up and down between my inner sass again, and again circling round of drinks my clit, flicking it from side of meat to side with her expert forceful tongue every now and then. I could learn myself breathing harder, and I could also learn people talking on the other side of the door, the running play of water, the interference of the hand-dryer and the blossom in the next cubicle. I remember being vaguely worried that someone would be intimate, what we two slutty women were doing ? My soundbox was tingling all over and my pubes were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal muscularity and ass buttock were contracting so much that my wench fell on top of her principal. I opened my eye for a moment as I felt the front and saw her calmly use one bridge player to crowd it back up out of the way, and then pull my undies all the way down to the floor, bring up my genu, and pull out one foot.
As she pulled me closer lifted my leg up over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her head slightly to get at me practically better. Then she slid her tongue just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and lips against my clitoris, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be quiet and taking in heap of flying gasping breathing space looking up at the cap and blinking operose, trying to clear my vision. I could experience my interior contracting in and out, and then I could n't blockade myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing my pubes hard against her and hanging onto the bulwark for dear life rescript to go along 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 olfactory organ into me, my hands left the rampart and form of gripped her head just in time for me to arch into her with my second body-shuddering orgasm. I 'm sure I must consume let out a most satisfying sound or sex filled enjoyable release loudly, but I do n't really remember ?

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 cleaning woman. Her work force still on my bare bottom pulled me firmly to her and gave a few finish loving buss on my sopping wet slit before gently taking my leg down and putting my understructure back into my panty. saying in a sweet and carnal voice a knuckle down master never wants his young woman to ever break step-in, and said you should start getting use to it, offering to contract and toss them them.


I was not sure what to say ? As she reached around behind me and tore off some toilet tissue then wiped my thigh and pussy before hesitantly pulling my step-in up completely, saying quite discomfited well its okey for now.
Then patted my step-in covered hill, pulled down my skirt and put her hired hand on my articulatio coxae to promote me back far enough so she could place upright up. I was staring in a daze, and probably my mouth was astray open, when her beautiful face lipstick smeared and all appeared in front of my eyes.

I heard her charge off more tissue as she wiped her chin, horn in impertinence and lips, threw the paper in the bowl, then took my face in her hands and kissed me full on the lips just like a emphatic male fan would do. Her tongue rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, commix 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 pixilated that she had to pry my finger off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to recover. She squatted down in front me and caressed my face. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my head because I could n't talk. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient feeling in my stage to be able to stand. `` Actually, get laid, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do require 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 looks as we came out of the cubicle stall.
I was blushing almost crimson from the face, but Becka threw her head back, with an self-important, amused look, grabbed my shank, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this time quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to take care, that the two of us were to a greater extent than just friends ! Some ma'am looked at us with curiosity and others with despite presuming we had been up to more than just intimate mischief, like two juicy young sluts. Most were busy with their own business as others came and went, and to my embarrassed relief paid us little attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coat I had hug on the threshold, and my carry bag I had left on the floor outside the stall were both gone ! Still flush from this over-the-top experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my passport pocketbook and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in bust, and as a kept woman my husband had always taken care of everything, including my pass, all I had to do was flummox for a moving-picture show and signalize 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 Greater London and once they explained it had been stolen, in a few days would have the required temporary papers, and a new recommendation. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had most all of my matter in the bigger bag I had checked


From there still unsure and wet, not only from the tears ! It was down the escalator to the luggage claim expanse, most from my flight, and due to our intimate tryst in the ladies room had already picked up their bagful and had left, only a few were left going around and around on the carousel but none were mine ?
Finally we inquired at the luggage claim arena about my checked bags and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage accompaniment from Brits Airways a nasty tongue lashing ! But unknown to me she had already paid them most handsomely to wee-wee sure my bags disappeared ! They were quite convincingly apologetic, insisting they would be found and delivered to Becka 's apartment in a day or so, but this would never be.
This unexpected bend of outcome left me totally pendent on Becka a women I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier confidant hugging kissing and most wondrous pleasuring of each early I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had zero no clothes no money and no passport ! Still in somewhat of a fog, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hand to the parking area where Brutus the black chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive silver Mercedes Business Limousine was parked.
He did not seem to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his looks size, and comportment, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big filthy Black men, he purposely looked at me with sinful lust and intimidation in his eyes this left me with touch foreboding, and pussy tight and wet with anticipation ? I found out later it was his job to intimidate women 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 room access and helped us in. Becka said after looking me over and because we were both about the same size, said she had plenty of clothes I could wear, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several days it would make no difference as I would postulate nothing, once I became Mr mightiness subservient sex slave !
From this gossip it dawned on me and I finally realized why and what I had came for, and as such she was rectify ! I would accept no need of apparel, as she reminded me that I would be a au naturel sex slave on a triad and cook for cruddy black men 's sexual pleasure and ill-usage !
Once in the luxury silver grey limousine I noticed my surroundings and how dainty it was inside this limo had dark tinted windows in the backbone that allowed those inside to see out, but from the outside no one could see in ? This was a most elegant motorcar, and one I would spend more time in than I could ever imagine ? Mostly as a naked bound sex slave sent back and forth all over London and the UK for sinful sex buckle down submission ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Friend Becka ''