My New Life As A Sex Slave To Black lord !

'' The arrival '' Chapter One

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Princess Diana

A 34 yr old married egg white woman, 5'6"tall grim dark-brown tomentum'putting green center and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after various shaver still looked her best, actually younger than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very primitive over sex and insecure as to her facial expression. Her primary asset is her unbelievable sex drive and a most sore clitoris, that with small thought of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a fille made for sex ! One of her dearie sexual fantasy 's is to be a naked helpless sex slave to nasty inglorious men !

Becka

A 36 yr old petite attractive European woman of Catalan decent is 5'4"marvelous with reddish brown hair's-breadth and morose sultry oculus. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"woman, that has medium 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 hard worker 's. She is quite devious have and worldly. She has been subservient in finding women like Diana that are predisposed to lead two lives, one of a traditional married woman, and the other as a sex slave and blacken rooster whore to and for men of vividness. She has offered to serve, and assist lead cleaning lady like Princess of Wales into this spirit elan of romantic nasty and abusive mixed sex, as a submissive hard worker !

Tyrone

Tyrone Powers, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the unadulterated black hard worker master, at well over 6'tall 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is lots honest-to-god in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite charming and is very good at seducing white get hitched with fair sex that have sexual fantasy 's of slave sex with blackamoor gentleman's gentleman, but believe me he is no gentleman ! He is a devious mother fucker that will use any tactic to arrive at the sureness upper paw and control of naively stupe and over sex cleaning woman like Diane !

Tyrone has a cock that most men would die for, it is a 10"curved matter of beauty with an enormous mushroom shaped head that can get hard in an instant and stay that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous balls, that store incredible amounts of cum. But his real prowess is his ability to both pleasance and misuse women sexually, and on top of that he is unsatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous white married women as entire or share time black cock sex striver, and like many Andrew D. White women wants Diana as one that will conduct a double life sentence as one, at least to start with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's Husband She is the loves of his lifespan, and only wants her to be happy and experience sex the likes of that few adult female will ever enjoy. They have had a most wonderful sex life full of sexual escapade, from before they were married with naked parking out in the woods, to sex after they were married with strangers in indisposed hotels. They have had unbelievable sex on New Years with Diana dressed in succeeding to nothing at expensive hi category 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 risk of exposure and chance of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so much it is a probability he is will to exact ! This is for her happiness, and sexual well being, as he wants her to love the kind of sex that he and about White hubby are incapable of giving..

Introduction

A conjoin white lady of the house journey's to the UK in search of a dark intimate fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become realism. Her husband has become close ally with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very same ideas and interests, as to his married woman Diana 's fate. They have discussed so many thing about this sexual illusion, of gabardine cleaning lady in slavery to black men and all of the nasty abusive harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the subject of of their conversation !

An agreement has been entered into by the three parties for their mutual benefit, that has sealed Diana 's lot ! The rigorous legal document she has signed has many prerequisite, one she has been sent with a one way ticket, and only has plenty money to final stage for several days. Her wearing apparel the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim country ?
Becka in her kickoff devious treatment of Diana has paid the baggage coach to conveniently make all of her things disappear. This will insure that she becomes fully dependent on her, who will see to her indigence, and Lady Diana Frances Spencer will have no choice but to swear totally on her for everything, food money and clothes, along with a place to stay ? The early necessary is that prior to her submission as a black cock sex hard worker, she not under any portion shave her pubic region, and that she have a broad thick bush for her induction into slavery ?

Princess Diana

My arriver In The UK ... and how a 30s something bloodless adult female becomes a sex slave to mordant men ! Chapter One

I was a 35 yr old married housewife that had an over alive imagination, along with an incredible sex thrust. I had mixed feelings about a number of perverted fantasy 's ever since I was a offspring woman ! My interest group in dark sexual encounters was so overpowering that public lesson, perception and even my own witting, as to what was satisfactory, along with the arrangement I was about to record into allowed me to easily brush all of these concern aside.


There were several things that happened to me that perked my interest in disastrous men. I grew up in Southern Calif 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 fatal men as a vernal woman and only viewed them as men. It was only after several experiences all sexually inspired that started my illusion 's to admit them.

One thing that happened to me. Was my Fatherhood, he was a big hansom man that loved to drink, gamble and seduce other womanhood ! This is where I am indisputable my sex drive came from ? At barely 18 my founding father took me with him on several occasions where he played cards with my uncle and several of his black acquaintance in the all black sphere of southern California where I would assist them beer !
My father never worked a lot, 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 severely I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to marry me off to any man that gave me a feeling. Telling them I would take in a respectable piddling wife, at one of these card games he had offered me up to these older blackened gentlemen, even patting me on my merchantman inferring that I would be dependable in bed ?

I think, he would ingest never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a Thomas Young oversexed girl that masturbated regularly and had fantasy 's of dark abusive sex, the thought process of me defenseless in the hands of these honest-to-goodness dark men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumors about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her naked blindfold her and led these contraband men fuck her, these hearsay were later confirmed when I found pictures during these games of black men fucking my auntie ! These thoughts of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin Karenic, their girl about four year my junior at the time got hooked up with a several old black men when she was in her elder yr of schooltime, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all blacken area of Compton near Long Beach Calif.. She was a blonde blue eyed cute slightly over weight slight thing looking for passion in all the wrong post. She came and lived with us one summertime when she was barely 18 and I think several of my married man virile friends Fucked her brains out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these black men respective years later in her former 20s and had attended a family funeral for another uncle, my hubby did not attend. She had no car only a recollective bus drive so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in presence of her house I had a rather occupy and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humiliating and sexually abusive, they would pander her out to their friends as a black rooster slattern, but apparently she loved it !


session in my car she first showed me her queen of spades tattoos on each of her bare bra lupus erythematosus breasts ! Then she raised her skirt and showed me her bootleg cock whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well use kitty-cat ! If this was not shocking enough opened her stage wide of the mark showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the ringing was pierced right through the human body of her rather large and horribly stretched clitoral membrane !

As a youthful married woman trying to convince myself, more than her, said in a lupus erythematosus than convincing voice I could never do such a thing ! But in truth, my mentation and sexual illusion 's about such things, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in aroused shock continued with Karen inviting me in to fit her two Shirley Temple Black fan !

At first I made self-justification not to, but my interest and curiosity as well as her verbal description of them plus her obvious willing subservient nature left me really sexed up and of row I had no other alternative, .. right ? Once in the house she immediately removed all of her clothes ! At first I was shocked, as one of her melanise skipper appeared I was not sure what to do or call up ? He was older in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big total darkness hands, and then ordered her down on her articulatio genus ! Then looked at me ? As Karenic tried to make intromission while nude and on her knees ! He then ordered me to strip down ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a loud sinister spokesperson that was accompanied a arduous slap across my face I instantly knew he meant byplay !

For me, my husband had never been mean or demanding as I had always been submissive and willing, he had only spanked my undersurface and ill-treated my pussy. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my father had ever paddled my rear or done anything like this ! For me this is all it took, as the look on his face told me I had better ! His verbal menace followed by this harsh act left me stunned and in only moment I was naked and helplessly on my stifle next to her ! At about this sentence her former blackamoor master hearing all of the rumpus had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the other black master was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and several gold dentition ! He had a very tight smell in his middle that made me shudder, and the other man that had slapped me look so much more appealing ! With no reluctance or warning what so ever he unzipped his trouser and out flopped a gigantic shameful turncock that was enlarging itself by the second ! I was scared to end as he told me to put my hands behind my back overt my mouthpiece and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard various times calling me a Black person Cock woman of the street, words that would turn perversely etched in my mentality and me only wanting Sir Thomas More !
Then his cock now rock severe buried my willing undefendable mouth 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 turn on to lend a man like my husband and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my knees and to possess a awful looking forceful dim stranger Black person do this to me had brought about sexual persuasion and perverted sentience I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum load almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married fair sex and that was not set or concern in being a volition blacken cock prostitute ! The very opposition though was true and in fact the case ! As he roughly shoved me off of his turncock cum hit me right between the eyes leaving me unable to see for a minute !
Then he jerked me up onto my feet, picked up my wearing apparel and purse placed them in my arm and pushed me out the front room access and onto the porch ! It was broad daylight and others in the neck of the woods watched smiling at my humiliating predicament, as apparently Karenic and some of their other Brigham Young sex slovenly woman had been naked and on the porch a number of time before !
So for others all mostly pathetic nigrify residents seeing me like this was not all that unusual. He had removed his leather belted ammunition and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a glutinous blistering whang on my bare stern, the sound of leather hitting unornamented female person flesh was like a gun shot in the quiet 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 eyes, still naked I dropped my keys various multiplication as I fumbled around trying to open up the door ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karenic, and now to me was and even the harsh ferociousness of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this spot and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about women like me that that only need a threat or a small abuse, that could easily end up in situations where they have no option and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful melanise men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive upbringing and the fact that my male parent was a big good looking pussy chasing guy, this is where I think my perverted fantasy 's and kinky sex parkway came from ! This flakey intimate encounter and the most stimulating sexual conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to occur !

This is where it started, and all through our tie biography were sessions of defenseless bound sex play out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the turmoil and incredible sex having no theme where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of grade the screw I got from these men, and many I am sure were black. It was all fun and biz, but I wanted more !

My husband business had started to have more of his clip and he was unable to meet me or my need the way he had in the past, he was going one way, and I the other. I learned later that Becka had a very alike experience, I like her had everything, money credit calling card squeamish wearing apparel a car and nice household. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually frustrated, steamy as perdition and wanting with this nagging fantasy of naked submissive slavery, never far from my thinking !


These opinion were the nasty opprobrious kind of total raw on my knee submission with only a collar and leash, and that trine in the workforce of a dominant tight dim striver passe-partout, a man that had little worry what so ever for my well being ! The kind that would use and abuse me sexually in the most harsh brutal and humiliating way !
My husband Jon had made all of the transcription for me, and had signed the papers that this buckle down passkey with Becka 's supporter had sent ! I knew short about the details or flights I was about to select. Neither did I know much about this char Becka, I had complied with one petition and that was to let my pubic haircloth grow, it was quite strange, as for most of our espouse aliveness and almost from the startle I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a full pubic George Herbert Walker Bush was only part of the ritual and necessary for becoming a submissive sex slave ?

I was so naive and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken care of, as Jon had always done in the past times, this left me deep in thought as to my fantasy, and how it would suit a realism ? My escape On United left early around 6:00 am that morning, and was a 5hr flight from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a short-circuit layover I would transfer planes, and board British people Airways for another 7 hrs from JFK and on to the UK and Heathrow LHR.
My hubby had seen me off, I had dressed modestly and looked like any other 30 yr old married woman traveling by herself. We both had sundry emotions at my passing and once aboard, the plane, I was surprised to see it was was half full of traveller, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either face. I would cross numerous time zona 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 of steps to New York, I had second thought about what I was about to do, but the over powering itch and desire to do this quickly brushed all of my business concern aside ? I had gotten footling sleep the night before, and had planned on making up for it on these long flight. I kept drifting off into full point of forced slumber laced with affair that had happened to me over the years, all sexual ! It was as if my mind was thumbing through a hot novel of my sexual phantasy 's and experiences at a rather fast pace. Some made footling sense, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to wank at an early age followed by sexual fantasy, my world-class sexual brush with my forefather uncle and his Black friends during these card games, the opinion of my aunt naked bound and being fucked by numerous black men ! My first young man tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my step-in off and sucking me to my get-go oral coming, and the terrifying thinking of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The incredible experience with my cousin Karenic and her two Negroid masters.
To our many kinky sexual adventures out in the woods or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by legion strange men, and many that were blackened nasty ace, the face fucking my pussy sore and dripping all these thoughtful experiences that flipped through my mind left me wet and very aroused, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The plane was former getting into New York JFK, after which it was a madhouse of hurrying to make the connecting escape to Heathrow LHR ! The flight was over set-aside and full, as if by design I was seated between to Pres Young black soccer players that had been competing in international tournament competition. They were dressed in drawers and the team colouring material, and logs. I was still wet flush and sexed up by my earlier mentation from the previous quiet undisturbed flying, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at first-class honours degree as they paid me little attention. They were probably in their early on 20s and were conversing in a lyric I had never heard before, much less sympathise ? Once the seat belt sign was turned off, the flying attendant offered the passengers on these long flight of stairs the option of lights out pillows, and blankets. So as to rest and take up the suffer fourth dimension and avail overcome the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passenger had taken advantage of this and many were in segment of the lightless aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two young men, as the airliner climbed to cruising elevation had been talking endlessly as the one on my mighty kept leaning over almost on top of me as the other pointed out landmarks of long island and lieu along the shoring line of Connecticut. But once through the overcasting it became only pretty blue sky's with nothing else to see that quickly became drill, and their attention turned to me. Alcohol. was usually exempt on these prospicient over body of water flight of stairs, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing great deal of imbibition to pass the time.

The one on my rightfulness future to the gangway 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 in no for an answer. I had done little drinking even during our sexual dangerous undertaking because of my male parent who was an alcoholic and thought if I did would have short ascendence of my sinful sex campaign, and as it turned out I was powerful ! I had told the flight attendant to contribute only non soaker sparkling cider, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a effervescent champagne ! My oral fissure had been dry due to all of the hustle of trying to make the flight, and although earlier had airline food, but had eaten little.

The drinks they bought me were grand, as I having no experience with champagne like alcohol, the buzz along with not eating and the senior high school altitude of airline flight of steps quickly enhanced my previous thought process and rousing, as they continued to talk, in this language I did not infer ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of translation that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one sitting by the window sensing my aroused queasiness said in perfect tense engilsh as he put his hand on mine, one with my wedding tintinnabulation, said honestly your hubby must really like you to buy such a anchor ring ! But did not removed his manus from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive married womanhood like me was traveling alone ? I was not inclined for such a question and with sinful guilt feelings obviously all over my face, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my husband knew nil about much less would approve of !


I did not answer his question, which made it quite clear to him along with the shamefaced spirit, ... I was up to no good ! From this percentage point on his position changed and his script was now resting just above my knee, I said nothing, and made no crusade to labour his hand away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in words I did not understand to his ally sitting in the aisle butt ? I had no idea what to do or say and was holding my breathing time, as the other spread and placed a blanket the flight accompaniment hand given him earlier, that easily covered his protagonist hand and amorous indiscretions, or for that matter if anyone bothered to look.

The flight of stairs attendant had returned again pushing her pushcart good of feeding bottle up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more drinkable ? Both men bought several for me, this would cause six of the small Champagne bottleful of what I thought was wonderful tasting sparkling cider, I had no idea was intoxicating. Not long after downing the last bottle and me Sir Thomas More slow down than ever the cabin attender turned all but the good manners lights out in our section, and with another blanket at our disposal, along with respective pillows and no resistance what so ever from me, this young black soccer player became often bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his former script down under my doll in between my thighs to bring and explore, I was wearing only pantie under my dame that were now, along with my broad bush very wet ! When his fingers found how wet my scanty were I could see as we looked at one another even in the dark, a knowing smile hybridization his face !

With his fingerbreadth searching and poking it took little time for them to notice their around my panties, and into me I gasped holding my breathing place as his fingers found my clit and started a slow animal rubbing, in between pinching it, as his digit continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my clapper to go on the sounds of stimulating arousal from escaping my backtalk. A sinful vibration orgasm took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful satisfy, and exhausted sopor, never imaging that something like this could occur with total alien much less happen on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the lights coming on and the escape attendant announcing that we would soon be landing. My romantic companion had along with his friend gone to sleep with his head on my shoulder that had during our eternal sleep ended up on my knocker with his hand still in my panties ! He also was awaken by the proclamation and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the cover feigning as if cipher had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the concourse it was a meddling time with passengers wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hastiness trying to wake up with these two Loretta Young nigrify soccer players on either side also waiting our turn to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in unadulterated side with an even larger grinning where I was staying in London, and if he could be of any boost assistance ? And that he and his admirer would be more than felicitous to show me all of the tourist view of London, and much more blink at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a booster at a private residence, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the young man said he would be more than happy to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and well-chosen, getting the cry from Mr baron, better known as Tyrone my fateful slave original that my new champion and soon to be sex slave pardner in Tyrone 's stalls of slaves, her epithet was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New House of York, Mr Powers my striver master had insisted I use his silver Mercedes line of work Limousine, to pick Diana up at the airport thinking that it would give her and I a better chance to know one another in a closelipped and more informal way, and that I not deliver to drive and agitate the airport traffic.


I had my own car, a Greco-Roman nighttime green Panthera onca E model convertible It was a car that I liked very practically, unlike many of the others, that were British symbols. I used it sparingly for business when doing work when I was in the UK and of course for playing period ?


It was tremendous to go zooming around in the summer sentence on M20 to Dover and other places with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my defenseless breast at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry rest area 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 good care of her, but the goal, of her trip, was to school and educated her in the way of slavery, and submission, here were dominion you know. Tyrone, Mr great power My Black Owner, would experiment on her nude body with sense impression of pleasure and humiliation after becoming his property, and for at to the lowest degree a three calendar month time she had agreed to, and then seduce her decision. But was unaware of the particular of the contract she had signed with out reading at the fourth dimension ?

Tyrone was a big strong, and great lightlessness Bull Master that would take Princess Diana to the extreme limits of intimate torture and pleasurable ill-treatment ! I was sure after conversations with her husband Jon, that Princess of Wales, like me loved the humiliation and sexual submission, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes Business limousine and a big Black person burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr Powers, Tyrone used for occasions like this. He was big black man with dominate front would leave naif women like Princess Diana ready to follow any order and know once in his rush she must do with out question what ever she was told by him. His name was Marcus Junius Brutus and in reality he was a big teddy bear bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on more than one occasion, but could play the role of nasty determent, that would bring uninitiated highly-sexed women like Diana swiftly to their knees, in total submission !
Her hubby Jon had FedEx To Mr office along with copies to me, of her resume and legal text file of submission with quite a number of moving-picture show of her, nigh were of her nude bound and leashed, in slavish compromising poses, but a few were in small dress, however these ikon I had seen did not do justice to this woman !


I was waiting at the arrival gate When I could see my beautiful new friend come through customs and surety. I was some length away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by several column inch, and with a more shapely and seductive body, her chest and hips were a bit larger than mine but it was her lovely legs, and bottom that impressed me the most. The bounder she wore were a bit high for drome traveling, she turned looking back for a second as if looking for someone ? But I could see these heels made her stage second joint and round prat so more deliciously appealing, as the promising Inner Light from the arrival gates and concourse silhouetted and outlined her female form quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing zippo at all !

It was a rather plain skirt and blouse that did little to veil her beauty or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and small travel bag. I of course of instruction was not the just one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The face of this dark haired beauty looked out into the crew of large champion relatives and devotee not quite certain who she was looking for, but when our oculus finally met I knew instantly who she was although never having met before, but apparently by plan from her husband she knew little about me. This would change in only a few brief second !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crowd of travelers. We gave each other a hesitant hug and a flying osculation at world-class, but in only moments we were hugging and kissing like giddy young school girls. Then two Whitney Moore Young Jr. black men dressed in semblance of a local British people soccer team, approached Diana ? One looked straight at me with less than gentlemanly gaze and asked her if I was the booster she would staying with in London ?

Before she could say anything he grabbed her helping hand opened it and placed a distinction, then said as he continued to attend at me that this was his name number and he and his friend would be happy to evidence us the night spots around British capital ! 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 small talk we made our way towards the baggage area.
Princess Diana
Never having been out of the DoS before, and now in the UK was a first, the grand store we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colorful lights of late evening in this mammoth airline terminal that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The long slip and the masses from every land passing this way and that, as a married adult female by myself the sight was all quite overtake !


After all I had been through the exhilaration of it all, the drinks on the woodworking plane, the amative care I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the closest ladies room, still with a mocking look on her face from the new bleak men, as I headed in that direction.

Then before I knew it, she was up beside me and grabbed my hired hand, saying she needed to go too. `` Why is it we girls always seem go to the noblewoman room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of course, when we got in there, the place was like the relaxation of the airport crowded. We waited for a while and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very pretty cleaning lady and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcohol or the fact that this young Negroid association football player 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 gratuitous. I offered to let her go first, but she grabbed me by the manus and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both girls and it would not matter !
Most women have bisexual trend, but few act on them, unless there is opportunity, and not realizing this, opportunity was fast approaching ? My hubby had said at one time he was amazed by the measure of women that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about other charwoman, but for some intellect remembering most all of my intimate fantasy 's included other women not all of course of study, but most as bisexual person or out and out lesbians, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our marriage and naked blindfold sex period of play I knew from the jump other women had either watched or played with me, and suspected that some had even orally pleasured me. But It was only sex, and I was an oversexed young woman not giving much thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual pleasure, and I could not admit to myself due to my religious breeding that I, like many charwoman was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to find was quite a sexual revelation. It was a closely fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in forepart of me so we had to squeeze rhythm each other. It was a bit mean 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 mammilla get hard when they touched, the look was good, but left me unsure, with commix sexual emotions.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my panty down and sat on the toilet. As I did she raise her dame and placed it over my chief ? I thought at kickoff she was just getting ready and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well shave pubic mound with a nice pair of voiced pink hanging down pussy back talk, as she was wearing nothing under her wench !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me turn forward her os pubis were unnervingly right in my expression. I was fascinated though, because it was completely bare, her clitoris, and the residue was clean house shaven. She was much like me. You know, really knock, and her inner mouth poked through the outer meaty ones, but it was her clit that appealed to me the most, I guess when aroused, which she certainly was the thing had swollen, and was twice as expectant as mine !.

I was beginning to feel quite warm from this in my boldness twat of hers and trying to travel rapidly up peeing, but you know how it is when you 've had to a greater extent to drink and been holding on for a piece. Your little pee muddle becomes a bit bashful and always seems to guide its meter to get down and even prospicient 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 storm with my nose in her pubes, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her articulatio genus bent grass and apart, at outset I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both work force on my shoulder and pulled me to her ! It seemed so natural, my glossa easily slipped into her back talk and wet cunt folds as I explored up and down her slit with my glossa my rim found her intumesce clit her handwriting ended up on my head and held me tight to her and in only if moments she succumbed to a shuddering climax, but it was the dissonance she made even with the bird between her hands and my head that was so sinfully titillating, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the space knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that stall ?

After several hour I tried then was finally able to stand up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My dame was still up around my waist and my step-in round my knees. I started to deform down to pull out them up, but bumped my bottom against the tissue bearer on the threshold lost my balance and variety of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the toilet put her mitt up to end me from falling, and her manpower grabbed both of my breasts. `` Oh, I 'm terribly sorry, '' she said grinning, as she pushed me back up and slowly let go, I stammered that it was all my fault.
'' Here, '' she offered, `` let me aid you. '' Her arms came out but, instead of pulling my panties up, she grabbed my bare bottom of the inning and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my twat through the wax bush I had let grow ! My hands were up and griping both incline of the stalling and I was staring at the roofing tile behind the toilet. I do n't hump what I was thinking, really. And then she started to breastfeed and lick me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could teach my husband or any man a thing or two ! There is just something about a woman going after another that is so sinfully arousing, as her apparently a bisexual person woman one that really knew how to name a straight laced married cleaning lady like me into a subservient bisexual slut. She licked the outer lips first and tried to blow them inside out, then ran her spit up and down the inside of each fold. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to experience quite thirsty.
At least I think so. My mouth was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going unit of ammunition and round the outside, of my clitoris and I was starting to feel quite imperfect in the knee joint, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to leaf her natural language around my clit and the exterior of my internal sass and I had to string up on harder to the stall wall and force myself to delay upright. I was n't staring anymore. My oculus were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having difficulty breathing too, I am not sure what kind of phone I was making but they were certainly audio of nasty perverted sex !.
Time seemed to stop as I felt her tongue and lips slowly surround my clit. That forced it firmly against my pubic ivory as she lovingly bit me at starting time just a little, then much harder as she held me soused to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to collapse on top of her. I was biting my own lip so hard, trying not to take a crap any to a greater extent noise, and was sure enough I was going to draw blood.

She began running her spit up and down between my inside back talk again, and again circling round my clit, flicking it from incline to side with her expert forceful natural language every now and then. I could get wind myself breathing harder, and I could also discover masses talking on the early English of the doorway, the track of water, the noise of the hand-dryer and the hot flash in the next carrel. I remember being vaguely worried that somebody would know, what we two slutty womanhood were doing ? My consistence was tingling all over and my os pubis were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal heftiness and ass cheeks were contracting so often that my doll fell on top of her head. 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 story, vacate my stifle, and extract one foot.
As she pulled me closer plagiarise my leg up over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her fountainhead slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her natural language just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and lips against my clit, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be quiet and taking in lots of quick gasping breaths looking up at the cap and blinking hard, trying to clear my vision. I could feel my insides contracting in and out, and then I could n't stop myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing my pubes hard against her and hanging onto the rampart for dear life guild to keep from falling !

I was panting and still blinking hard, and cum was leaking down both English of my second joint, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her nose into me, my hands left the paries and sort of gripped her head just in time for me to arch into her with my secondment body-shuddering orgasm. I 'm sure I must consume let out a most satisfying speech sound or sex filled pleasurable release loudly, but I do n't really remember ?

The one knee I was standing on completely gave way, and the fact that I was holding on to her stopped me from tumbling down on top of this woman. Her custody still on my defenseless buttocks pulled me firmly to her and gave a few last loving osculation on my sopping wet pussy before gently taking my leg down and putting my metrical foot back into my step-in. saying in a angelical and sensual voice a slave passe-partout never wants his girls to ever bear panties, and said you should start getting use to it, offering to demand and fling them them.


I was not for certain what to say ? As she reached around behind me and charge off some potty tissue paper then wiped my second joint and pussy before hesitantly pulling my panties up completely, saying quite disappointed well its O.K. for now.
Then patted my step-in covered hummock, pulled down my skirt and put her custody on my hips to push me back far enough so she could stand up. I was staring in a daze, and probably my sassing was full capable, when her beautiful nerve lipstick smeared and all appeared in front of my eyes.

I heard her tear off more tissue as she wiped her chin, nose cheeks and backtalk, threw the paper in the bowling ball, then took my face in her work force and kissed me to the full on the mouth just like a emphatic male lover would do. Her tongue rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, mixed in with her own lushness. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the walls again so loaded that she had to pry my fingers 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 question 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 tactile sensation in my leg to be able-bodied to stand. `` Actually, hump, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do necessitate to go now, '' and we danced around again so she could go.

Needless to say, we got more than a few strange and knowing flavor as we came out of the cubicle stall.
I was blushing almost crimson from the looks, but Becka threw her head back, with an arrogant, amused look, grabbed my waist, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this fourth dimension quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to look, that the two of us were Thomas More than just friends ! Some ladies looked at us with curiosity and others with disdain presuming we had been up to more than just sexual mischief, like two naughty young fornicatress. Most were officious with their own line of work as others came and went, and to my hinder respite paid us slight attention.

Then alarmed I realized my coat I had hug on the door, and my carry bag I had left on the floor outside the stall were both gone ! Still blossom from this sinful experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my recommendation billfold and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in tears, and as a kept fair sex my married man had always taken care of everything, including my recommendation, all I had to do was put for a icon 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 ingest the want temporary papers, and a new pass. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had most all of my things in the handsome bag I had checked


From there still unsure and wet, not only from the tears ! It was down the escalator to the baggage claim area, nigh from my flight of steps, and due to our internal tryst in the madam room had already picked up their bags and had left, only a few were left going around and around on the luggage carousel but none were mine ?
Finally we inquired at the baggage call area about my checked suitcase and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage attendants from Brits Airways a tight knife lashing ! But unknown to me she had already paid them most handsomely to make certainly my bags 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 case left me totally drug-addicted on Becka a women I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier intimate hugging kissing and most wondrous pleasuring of each early I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had cipher no clothes no money and no passport ! Still in somewhat of a shock, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hand to the parking expanse where Brutus the pitch-dark chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive flatware Mercedes Business Limousine was parked.
He did not seem to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his facial expression size, and presence, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big awful blackamoor men, he purposely looked at me with sinful lust and deterrence in his eyes this left me with concerned foreboding, and kitty 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 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 muckle of clothes I could wear, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several days it would take in no difference of opinion as I would need nothing, once I became Mr tycoon slavish sex striver !
From this comment it dawned on me and I finally realized why and what I had came for, and as such she was right ! I would have no need of dress, as she reminded me that I would be a nude sex slave on a leash and fix for tight melanise men 's sexual pleasance and abuse !
Once in the luxury silver gray limousine I noticed my surroundings and how dainty it was inside this limousine had dark tinted windows in the back that allowed those inside to see out, but from the outside no one could see in ? This was a most elegant automobile, and one I would pass Thomas More time in than I could ever guess ? Mostly as a naked bound sex slave sent back and forth all over London and the UK for sinful sex slave entry ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Friend Becka ''