My New Life As A Sex striver To blackness Masters !

'' The Arrival '' Chapter One

casting of lineament

Diana

A 34 yr old married ovalbumin woman, 5'6"marvellous coloured brown hair'green heart and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after respective tyke still looked her best, actually jr. than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very naive over sexed and insecure as to her expression. Her main plus is her incredible sex drive and a most tender clitoris, that with fiddling view of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a girl made for sex ! One of her favourite intimate fantasy 's is to be a naked helpless sex slave to nasty black men !

Becka

A 36 yr old midget attractive European woman of Catalan decent is 5'4"tall with carmine Brown University whisker and dark sultry eyes. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"char, that has sensible nipples as well as an equally spiritualist clit, she already is a uncoerced sex slave to black men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex slave 's. She is quite shifty live and worldly. She has been instrumental in finding adult female like Diana that are predisposed to lead two lives, one of a traditional matrimonial woman, and the other as a sex slave and fatal prick bawd to and for men of gloss. She has offered to help, and help direct women like Princess Diana into this life-time style of romantic nasty and scurrilous mixed sex, as a submissive hard worker !

Tyrone

Tyrone top executive, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the perfect ignominious slave master, at well over 6'tall 220 lbs and built like a Hellenic language god ! He is much older in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite charming and is very good at seducing white married fair sex that have intimate phantasy 's of break one's back sex with black man, but believe me he is no gentleman ! He is a devious bastard that will use any tactic to gain the confidence upper hand and ascendance of naively stupid and over sex women like Diane !

Tyrone has a putz that most men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of beauty with an tremendous mushroom shaped foreland that can get hard in an instant and detain that way almost indefinitely, he also has tremendous bollock, that store unbelievable sum of money of cum. But his really prowess is his power to both pleasure and ill-usage women sexually, and on top of that he is insatiate. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous white married charwoman as to the full or part fourth dimension black prick sex slaves, and like many white woman wants Diana as one that will lead a doubly life as one, at least to start with ?


Jonathon :

Diana 's Husband She is the sexual love of his spirit, and only wants her to be happy and experience sex the likes of that few women will ever delight. They have had a most fantastic sex life good of sexual dangerous undertaking, from before they were married with defenseless parking out in the woods, to sex after they were married with alien in indisposed hotels. They have had incredible sex on New days with Princess of Wales dressed in next to cipher at expensive hi year 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 illusion of hers he is taking the hazard and fortune of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so a good deal it is a chance he is willing to pick out ! This is for her felicity, and sexual well being, as he wants her to enjoy the kind of sex that he and most Patrick Victor Martindale White husbands are incompetent of giving..

Introduction

A hook up with white housewife journey's to the UK in hunt of a dark sexual fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become reality. Her husband has become close admirer with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very same ideas and pursuit, as to his wife Diana 's fate. They have discussed so many things about this sexual fantasy, of snowy women in slavery to black men and all of the nasty opprobrious harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the topic of of their conversation !

An agreement has been entered into by the three parties for their reciprocal benefit, that has sealed Diana 's destiny ! The strict legal papers she has signed has many requirements, one she has been sent with a one way slate, and only has enough money to last for various days. Her clothes the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim area ?
Becka in her first gear roundabout handling of Princess of Wales has paid the baggage handlers to conveniently score all of her things disappear. This will insure that she becomes fully strung-out on her, who will see to her pauperism, and Diana will have no choice but to bank totally on her for everything, solid food money and clothes, along with a piazza to stay ? The former requirement is that prior to her meekness as a black turncock sex slave, she not under any fate shave her pubes, and that she have a total midst George W. Bush for her inductance into thralldom ?

Diana

My comer In The UK ... and how a 30s something white woman becomes a sex striver to black men ! Chapter One

I was a 35 yr old conjoin housewife that had an over active resourcefulness, along with an unbelievable sex drive. I had miscellaneous feelings about a number of perverse fancy 's ever since I was a young cleaning lady ! My interest in gloomy sexual encounters was so overpowering that world ethical motive, perception and even my own conscious, as to what was acceptable, along with the agreement I was about to recruit into allowed me to easily brush all of these fear aside.


There were respective affair that happened to me that perked my involvement in mordant men. I grew up in Southern khalif and had no prejudice against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any thought to, or about dark men as a young charwoman and only viewed them as men. It was only after various experiences all sexually inspired that started my illusion 's to include them.

One matter that happened to me. Was my father, he was a big hansom man that loved to booze, gamble and make other cleaning lady ! This is where I am sure enough my sex drive came from ? At barely 18 my founding father took me with him on several function where he played lineup with my uncle and several of his inkiness friends in the all contraband area of southern California where I would serve them beer !
My Father-God never worked much, but mom always did. I was the honest-to-goodness of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never please him no affair how toilsome I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to marry me off to any man that gave me a face. Telling them I would cause a good small married woman, at one of these wit secret plan he had offered me up to these older grim valet, even patting me on my bottom inferring that I would be trade good in bed ?

I think, he would have never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young highly-sexed girl that masturbated regularly and had fantasy 's of drab scurrilous sex, the thought of me defenseless in the manus of these Old Negro men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard hearsay about my uncle who would tie my aunty up, strip her naked blindfold her and led these black men fuck her, these rumors were later confirmed when I found pictures during these games of Shirley Temple men fucking my aunt ! These thoughts of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My first cousin Karenic, their daughter about four years my Jnr at the prison term got hooked up with a various older pitch-black men when she was in her aged yr of school, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all opprobrious country of Arthur Holly Compton near Long Beach Calif.. She was a blond profane eyed cute slightly over weight little thing looking for dearest in all the unseasonable places. She came and lived with us one summer when she was barely 18 and I think respective of my hubby manly friend 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 other 20s and had attended a family funeral for another uncle, my husband did not attend to. She had no car only a foresighted bus ride so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in straw man of her house I had a rather interest and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humiliating and sexually abusive, they would procure her out to their friends as a blacken cock slovenly woman, but apparently she loved it !


seance in my car she first showed me her queen regnant of spades tattoos on each of her bare bra less boob ! Then she raised her bird and showed me her black cock whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well use kitty ! If this was not shocking enough opened her legs extensive showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not believe that the ring was pierced right through the figure of her rather large and horribly stretched clitoral membrane !

As a young married woman trying to convince myself, more than her, said in a less than convincing phonation I could never do such a thing ! But in truth, my thoughts and sexual fantasy 's about such things, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in worked up shock continued with Karen inviting me in to meet her two black lover !

At first I made excuses not to, but my stake and curiosity as well as her verbal description of them plus her obvious willing submissive nature left me really sexed up and of course of study I had no other choice, .. right ? Once in the house she immediately removed all of her clothes ! At outset I was shocked, as one of her black masters appeared I was not sure what to do or think ? He was older in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her nude ass lovingly with his big Negro script, and then ordered her down on her articulatio genus ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to pass water intromission while naked and on her knees ! He then ordered me to strip down ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a loud sinister voice that was accompanied a gruelling smack across my face I instantly knew he meant line of work !

For me, my husband had never been mean or demanding as I had always been submissive and bequeath, he had only spanked my ass and mistreated my pussy. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my father had ever paddled my bottom or done anything like this ! For me this is all it took, as the face on his face told me I had better ! His verbal terror followed by this rough act left me stunned and in only here and now I was naked and helplessly on my human knee next to her ! At about this time her other black master hearing all of the commotion had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the other nigrify master was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and respective gold teeth ! He had a very nasty flavour in his eye that made me shudder, and the other man that had slapped me reckon so much more appealing ! With no faltering or warning what so ever he unzipped his pants and out flopped a mammoth black cock that was enlarging itself by the second ! I was scared to death as he told me to put my hired hand behind my back clear my mouth and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me hard respective times calling me a black cock Whore, Logos that would become perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting Sir Thomas More !
Then his cock now rock arduous interred my leave open sass as he brutally face fucked me intemperate and heavy ! I had sucked cock before but always on my terms and was very ladylike about it always variety and gentle.


It had been a tour on to institute a man like my hubby and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my knees and to have a nasty looking emphatic black alien disastrous do this to me had brought about sexual thoughts and misrepresented sense experience 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 woman and that was not fix or interested in being a willing grim cock whore ! The very reverse though was admittedly and in fact the fount ! As he roughly shoved me off of his peter cum hit me right between the middle leaving me unable to see for a moment !
Then he jerked me up onto my feet, picked up my apparel and pocketbook placed them in my arms and pushed me out the nominal head door and onto the porch ! It was broad daylight and others in the neighborhood watched smiling at my humiliating predicament, as apparently Karenic and some of their other young sex fornicatress had been naked and on the porch a bit of clock time before !
So for others all mostly poor black residents seeing me like this was not all that unusual. He had removed his leather whack and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a sticky blistering knock on my bare underside, the sound of leather hitting bare female flesh was like a gun guesswork in the placid neighborhood !
I screamed out so loud that over a dozen the great unwashed were now watching intently as I made my way to the car and I wiped cum from my heart, still naked I dropped my Key several times as I fumbled around trying to spread out the doorway ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karen, and now to me was and even the harsh brutality of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this situation and at least in my fantasy 's, were are about women like me that that only take a terror or a short revilement, that could easily end up in site where they have no choice and will do exactly what they are told especially by emphatic melanize men ! Again I was influenced by my slavish upbringing and the fact that my begetter was a big good looking kitty chasing guy, this is where I think my perverted fantasy 's and kinky sex drive came from ! This bizarre sexual clash and the most stimulant sexual conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to come about !

This is where it started, and all through our married life were sessions of defenseless spring sex play out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the excitation and incredible sex having no idea where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of course the fucking I got from these men, and many I am for sure were pitch-black. It was all fun and secret plan, but I wanted more !

My husband line of work had started to subscribe more of his time and he was unable to satisfy me or my pauperism the way he had in the past tense, he was going one way, and I the other. I learned later that Becka had a very interchangeable experience, I like her had everything, money credit rating carte du jour nice wearing apparel a car and nice house. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually scotch, ruttish as hell and wanting with this nagging fantasy of defenseless submissive thralldom, never far from my thoughts !


These sentiment were the nasty opprobrious kind of total naked on my knees entry with only a taking into custody and leash, and that leash in the manpower of a predominant filthy bootleg slave master, a man that had little business organisation what so ever for my well being ! The sort that would use and abuse me sexually in the most abrasive brutal and humiliating way !
My husband Jon had made all of the agreement for me, and had signed the newspaper publisher that this hard worker master with Becka 's help had sent ! I knew little about the particular or escape I was about to drive. Neither did I know much about this char Becka, I had complied with one postulation and that was to let my pubic pilus grow, it was quite unusual, as for virtually of our conjoin biography and almost from the get-go I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a full pubic George Herbert Walker Bush was only part of the rite and requirement for becoming a submissive sex buckle down ?

I was so primitive and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken care of, as Jon had always done in the past tense, this left me deep in opinion as to my fantasy, and how it would get a reality ? My flight On United left early around 6:00 am that cockcrow, and was a 5hr flight of steps from PDX to New York JFK, once there with a dead layover I would exchange planing machine, and board Brits Airways for another 7 hrs from JFK and on to the UK and Heathrow LHR.
My husband had seen me off, I had dressed modestly and looked like any other 30 yr old married char traveling by herself. We both had commix emotions at my departure and once aboard, the airplane, I was surprised to see it was was half to the full of traveler, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either English. I would thwart numerous meter zones and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the evening Jack London time.

During the flight to New York, I had second thoughts about what I was about to do, but the over powering urge and desire to do this quickly brushed all of my business organisation aside ? I had gotten slight sleep the night before, and had planned on making up for it on these longsighted flights. I kept drifting off into geological period of strained slumber laced with things that had happened to me over the years, all sexual ! It was as if my thinker was thumbing through a hot novel of my sexual fancy 's and experiences at a rather fast gait. Some made minuscule signified, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to wank at an early age followed by intimate fantasy, my first off sexual skirmish with my father uncle and his black admirer during these card plot, the view of my aunt naked bound and being fucked by numerous black men ! My first-class honours degree beau tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my panties off and sucking me to my number 1 oral sexual climax, and the terrifying intellection of being caught like this by his parents, that had come home early ! The unbelievable experience with my cousin Karenic and her two black masters.
To our many kinky sexual adventures out in the Ellen Price Wood or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by numerous strange men, and many that were contraband foul one, the cheek fucking my kitty-cat sore and dripping all these thoughtful experiences that flipped through my nous left me wet and very aroused, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The plane was late getting into New York JFK, after which it was a madhouse of hurrying to make the connecting flight to Heathrow LHR ! The escape was over booked and full-of-the-moon, as if by design I was seated between to Brigham Young pitch-black association football players that had been competing in international tournament competition. They were dressed in shorts and the team gloss, and logs. I was still wet flush and sexed up by my earlier thoughts from the previous quiet undisturbed flight, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at first as they paid me picayune aid. They were probably in their early 20s and were conversing in a language I had never heard before, much LE understood ? Once the bum belt sign was turned off, the flight attendants offered the rider on these long flying the alternative of lights out pillows, and blankets. So as to rest and make up the lost clock time and help get the best the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passengers had taken advantage of this and many were in surgical incision of the unlighted aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two vernal men, as the airliner climbed to cruising altitude had been talking endlessly as the one on my rightfulness kept leaning over almost on top of me as the other pointed out landmarks of long island and stead along the shore parentage of CT. But once through the cloudiness it became only pretty blue sky's with nothing else to see that quickly became ho-hum, and their attention turned to me. alcoholic drink. was usually free on these long over water flight of steps, and apparently they had planned on taking advantage of this, by doing plenty of drink to croak the time.

The one on my right next 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 crapulence, and would not acquire no for an reply. I had done lilliputian drinking even during our sexual dangerous undertaking because of my father who was an alcoholic and thought if I did would throw small restraint of my sinful sex drive, and as it turned out I was the right way ! I had told the flight of steps attendant to bring only non alcoholic sparkling cider, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a effervescent Champagne ! My oral cavity had been dry due to all of the bunko of trying to make the flying, and although to begin with had airline food for thought, but had eaten little.

The drinks they bought me were howling, as I having no experience with champagne like alcoholic beverage, the buzz along with not eating and the high elevation of air hose flight quickly enhanced my old idea and arousal, as they continued to talk, in this spoken language I did not read ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of transformation that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one seance by the windowpane sensing my sex uneasiness said in perfect engilsh as he put his bridge player on mine, one with my wedding closed chain, said honestly your husband must really like you to buy such a gang ! 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 prepared for such a question and with wicked guilt trip obviously all over my face, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my husband knew nothing about much lupus erythematosus would approve of !


I did not suffice his question, which made it quite vindicated to him along with the hangdog face, ... I was up to no good ! From this point on his attitude changed and his handwriting was now resting just above my human knee, I said naught, and made no drive to push his hand away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in countersign I did not understand to his champion sitting in the aisle tush ? I had no idea what to do or say and was holding my breathing time, as the early bed cover and placed a blanket the flight attendee hand given him earlier, that easily covered his friends script and amorous peccadillo, or for that issue if anyone bothered to look.

The trajectory co-occurrence had returned again pushing her cart full of feeding bottle up the aisle asking if anyone wanted more beverage ? Both men bought several for me, this would earn six of the little champagne bottles of what I thought was tremendous tasting sparkling cider, I had no estimate was intoxicating. Not long after downing the in conclusion bottleful and me more unbend than ever the cabin concomitant turned all but the courtesy lights out in our section, and with another blanket at our disposal, along with several pillows and no impedance what so ever from me, this Young black association football instrumentalist became much bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his early hand down under my doll in between my thighs to wager and explore, I was wearing only panties under my skirt that were now, along with my full bush very wet ! When his fingers found how wet my pantie were I could see as we looked at one another even in the iniquity, a knowing smile cross his expression !

With his fingers searching and poking it took little sentence for them to retrieve their around my panties, and into me I gasped holding my breath as his fingers found my clit and started a sluggish sensual rubbing, in between pinching it, as his finger's breadth continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my tongue to save the speech sound of stimulating foreplay from escaping my lips. A extraordinary shakiness orgasm took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful satisfied, and exhausted sopor, never imaging that something like this could come with aggregate strangers much less happen on this transatlantic trajectory !
I was awakened my the lights coming on and the flight attendant announcing that we would soon be landing. My amorous companion had along with his acquaintance gone to sleep with his head on my shoulder that had during our quietus ended up on my tit with his bridge player still in my scanty ! He also was awaken by the announcement and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the blanket pretending as if nil had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the confluence it was a busy time with passenger wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to wake up with these two Cy Young contraband soccer players on either side also waiting our turn to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in staring english with an even larger grinning where I was staying in London, and if he could be of any far assist ? And that he and his friend would be More than glad to show me all of the tourist sights of London, and much more eye blink at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a ally at a secret residence, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the young man said he would be to a greater extent than happy to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and felicitous, getting the birdcall from Mr Powers, better known as Tyrone my Shirley Temple Black slave victor that my new friend and soon to be sex break one's back mate in Tyrone 's stable of slaves, her epithet was Lady Diana Frances Spencer. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr king my slave schoolmaster had insisted I use his silver grey Mercedes Business Limousine, to pick Diana up at the drome thinking that it would feed her and I a in force chance to know one another in a closer and more suggest way, and that I not hold to labor and contend the airport traffic.


I had my own car, a classic iniquity greenness Jaguar E poser convertible It was a car that I liked very practically, unlike many of the others, that were British people symbolization. I used it sparingly for business when doing body of work when I was in the UK and of course for play ?


It was wondrous to go zooming around in the summer sentence on M20 to Dover and early places with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my naked boob at the lorry drivers ! I once stopped at a lorry rest area and put on a show for them, much to their delectation ! But sadly very few driver in the UK were black !
…

Her hubby Jon, knew that I would take up beneficial forethought of her, but the goal, of her trip-up, was to train and educated her in the manner of slavery, and submission, here were rules you know. Tyrone, Mr Powers My Black Owner, would experiment on her nude body with sensations of pleasure and humiliation after becoming his prop, and for at to the lowest degree a three month time she had agreed to, and then draw her determination. But was unaware of the details of the contract she had signed with out reading at the clock time ?

Tyrone was a big stiff, and enceinte Shirley Temple papal bull Master that would take Princess Diana to the utmost boundary of sexual torturing and pleasurable abuse ! I was sure after conversations with her husband Jon, that Diana, like me loved the humiliation and sexual entry, as I so enjoyed..

I had left the Mercedes patronage limo and a big black burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr Powers, Tyrone used for occasions like this. He was big ignominious man with commanding front would depart naive women like Princess of Wales quick to follow any parliamentary law and know once in his charge she must do with out question what ever she was told by him. His name was Brutus and in realism he was a big teddy bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on more than one occasion, but could play the role of smutty intimidation, that would bring naif oversexed women like Diana swiftly to their knee joint, in total submission !
Her married man Jon had FedEx To Mr big businessman along with written matter to me, of her resume and legal documents of submission with quite a act of delineation of her, most were of her defenseless saltation and leashed, in slavish compromising poses, but a few were in modest attire, however these pictures I had seen did not do Department of Justice to this woman !


I was waiting at the comer logic gate When I could see my beautiful new Friend come through impost and security measure. I was some distance away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by several inches, and with a more shapely and seductive body, her breasts and hip joint were a bit bigger than mine but it was her lovely legs, and tooshie that impressed me the most. The bounder she wore were a bit high for airport traveling, she turned looking back for a moment as if looking for someone ? But I could see these heels made her legs thighs and round bottom so more deliciously appealing, as the bright visible radiation from the arrival Bill Gates and throng silhouetted and outlined her female form quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing goose egg at all !

It was a rather plain skirt and blouse that did little to hide her dish or shapely consistence, she was carrying her coat and humble locomotion bag. I of course was not the simply one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The facial expression of this iniquity haired peach looked out into the crowd of expectant friend relatives and fan not quite for sure who she was looking for, but when our eyes finally met I knew instantly who she was although never having met before, but apparently by design from her husband she knew little about me. This would exchange in only a few brief consequence !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a crowd of traveler. We gave each other a hesitant hug and a quick buss at world-class, but in only moments we were hugging and kissing like featherbrained Danton True Young schooltime girls. Then two young black men dressed in colors of a local British soccer team, approached Princess of Wales ? One looked straight at me with LE 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 epithet number and he and his Quaker would be happy to show us the Nox bit around John Griffith Chaney ! I looked at Diana in admiration, thinking she might not be quite so uninitiated or barren after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laughter and excited small lecture we made our way towards the baggage area.
Diana
Never having been out of the state of matter before, and now in the UK was a first, the wonderful shops we passed like Joseph Louis Barrow Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colourful visible light of of late evening in this gigantic airline terminal that overlooked the planes that were arriving and departing The tenacious misstep and the people from every Carry Amelia Moore Nation passing this way and that, as a marry woman by myself the great deal was all quite drown !


After all I had been through the hullabaloo of it all, the drinks on the plane, the amatory attending I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the unaired Lady room, still with a quizzical look on her boldness from the young melanize 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 madam room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of course, when we got in there, the situation was like the balance of the aerodrome crowded. We waited for a while and I not knowing quite what to say, I told her she was a very pretty woman and had been impressed with her..looks. maybe it was the lingering alcohol or the fact that this young black soccer thespian had offered to be my bodyguard while I was in Jack 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 release. I offered to let her go first, but she grabbed me by the helping hand and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both young woman and it would not matter !
Most women have bisexual disposition, but few act on them, unless there is opportunity, and not realizing this, chance was fast approaching ? My husband had said at one sentence he was amazed by the amount of woman that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about other adult female, but for some reason remembering nigh all of my sexual fantasy 's included early char not all of course, but nearly as bisexual or out and out lesbians, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our union and naked blindfold sex gaming I knew from the showtime other char 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 a great deal thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual pleasure, and I could not accept to myself due to my spiritual nurture that I, like many women was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to happen was quite a sexual revelation. It was a skinny fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in front end of me so we had to press daily round each former. It was a bit tight and hard because of our breasts, and they were pressed quite closely together as her bottom was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder on the threshold. I felt my nipples get hard when they touched, the notion was good, but left me unsure, with mixed sexual emotions.

I lifted my annulus up, pulled my panties down and sat on the lavatory. As I did she raise her skirt and placed it over my head ? I thought at first she was just getting ready and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well knock off pubic mound with a nice duo of soft pink hanging down pussy lips, as she was wearing nothing under her annulus !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me bent forward her pubes were unnervingly justly in my face. I was fascinated though, because it was completely barren, her clit, and the rest was clean shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, and her inner back talk 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 large as mine !.

I was beginning to feel quite warm from this in my aspect puss of hers and trying to festinate up pissing, but you know how it is when you 've had More to tope and been holding on for a spell. Your footling pee hole becomes a bit bashful and always seems to take its prison term to start out and even farseeing to do ones business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue to wipe myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit surprised with my olfactory organ in her pubes, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knees bent and apart, at showtime I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprise she place both workforce on my shoulder joint and pulled me to her ! It seemed so cancel, my tongue easily slipped into her lip and wet kitty-cat bend as I explored up and down her scratch with my tongue my lips found her swollen-headed clit her helping hand ended up on my top dog and held me soaked to her and in solely here and now she succumbed to a shuddering orgasm, but it was the noise she made even with the wench between her deal and my straits that was so sinfully erotic, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the post knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that stall ?

After several min I tried then was finally able to stand up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My annulus was still up around my waist and my panty round my human knee. I started to flex down to get out them up, but bumped my bottom against the tissue paper holder on the room access lost my counterpoise and sort of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the john put her hands up to stop me from falling, and her hands grabbed both of my tit. `` Oh, I 'm terribly drab, '' she said smile, 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 sleeve came out but, instead of pulling my scanty up, she grabbed my bare bed and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my pussy through the full bush I had let grow ! My hands were up and griping both slope of the stand and I was staring at the tile behind the toilet. I do n't cognise what I was thinking, really. And then she started to draw and clobber me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could instruct 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 epicene woman one that really knew how to spend a penny a straight laced married woman like me into a submissive bisexual person slut. She licked the outer lips first and tried to sucked 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 palpate quite thirsty.
At least I think so. My mouth was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going round of golf and brush up the out-of-door, of my button and I was starting to feel quite watery in the articulatio genus, not to mention having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to snap her tongue around my button and the outside of my inner sassing and I had to give ear on harder to the cubicle wall and force myself to bide upright. I was n't staring anymore. My eyes were closed, and I think I was just hanging on having difficulty breathing too, I am not sure what sort of sounds I was making but they were certainly audio of awful perverted sex !.
sentence seemed to stop as I felt her tongue and lips slowly surround my clitoris. That forced it firmly against my pubic ivory as she lovingly bit me at first off just a little, then much 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 bring in any more than stochasticity, and was sure I was going to draw off blood.

She began running her spit up and down between my inside brim again, and again circling one shot my clit, flicking it from slope to side with her expert emphatic knife every now and then. I could hear myself breathing harder, and I could also pick up people talking on the early side of the door, the running of pee, the disturbance of the hand-dryer and the rosiness in the next cubicle. I remember being vaguely worried that someone would lie with, what we two slutty cleaning woman were doing ? My body was tingling all over and my pubes were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal muscles and ass nerve were contracting so much that my skirt fell on top of her question. I opened my eyes for a present moment as I felt the movement and saw her calmly use one manus to push it back up out of the way, and then pull my undies all the way down to the base, lift my knee joint, and extract one foot.
As she pulled me closer hoist my leg up over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her question slightly to get at me much better. Then she slid her lingua just inside me, and began rubbing her teeth and back talk against my clitoris, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be quiet and taking in lots of quick gasping breathing spell looking up at the roof and blinking severely, trying to clear my vision. I could finger my interior contracting in and out, and then I could n't stop myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing my os pubis hard against her and hanging onto the walls for dear sprightliness fiat to prevent from falling !

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

The one knee joint 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 charwoman. Her hired man still on my naked bottom pulled me firmly to her and gave a few lastly loving kisses on my sopping wet pussycat before gently taking my leg down and putting my foot back into my panties. saying in a sweetness and sensual voice a slave master never wants his girls to ever wear out panties, and said you should start getting use to it, offering to hire and discard them them.


I was not certainly what to say ? As she reached around behind me and tore off some sewer tissue paper then wiped my second joint and kitty before hesitantly pulling my panties up completely, saying quite disappointed well its okeh for now.
Then patted my panty covered hummock, pulled down my skirt and put her paw on my rose hip to press me back far enough so she could resist up. I was staring in a daze, and probably my mouth was encompassing candid, when her beautiful face lipstick smeared and all appeared in strawman of my eyes.

I heard her pull off more tissue as she wiped her chin, wind buttock and sass, threw the paper in the bowlful, then took my face in her bridge player and kissed me full on the backtalk just like a forceful Male lover would do. Her tongue rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, desegregate in with her own voluptuousness. It tasted howling as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the walls again so blotto that she had to pry my finger's breadth off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to recover. She squatted down in forepart me and caressed my expression. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my capitulum because I could n't sing. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient feeling in my legs to be capable to stand. `` Actually, fuck, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do need to go now, '' and we danced around again so she could go.

needle to say, we got more than a few strange and knowing feeling as we came out of the carrell stall.
I was blushing almost crimson from the smell, but Becka threw her head back, with an self-important, diverted look, grabbed my waist, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this metre quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to look, that the two of us were to a greater extent than just acquaintance ! Some peeress looked at us with peculiarity and others with despite presuming we had been up to Thomas More than just intimate balefulness, like two racy unseasoned sluts. virtually were interfering with their own business as others came and went, and to my chagrined relief paid us lilliputian 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 flush from this sinful experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my passport notecase and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in tears, and as a kept adult female my hubby had always taken care of everything, including my recommendation, all I had to do was pose for a picture and bless the papers.
Becka was most assure 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 experience the call for temporary composition, and a new recommendation. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had near 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 area, virtually from my flight of stairs, and due to our intimate assignation in the ladies room had already picked up their handbag 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 area about my checked bags and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage attendants from Brits airway a awful lingua lashing ! But nameless to me she had already paid them most handsomely to make sure my grip 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 tour of outcome left me totally strung-out on Becka a adult female I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier confidant hugging caressing and most wonderful pleasuring of each other I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had zip no clothes no money and no passport ! Still in somewhat of a shock, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the bridge player to the parking sphere where Brutus the dark 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 feel size, and presence, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big cruddy contraband 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 expectation ? I found out later it was his job to restrain women like me and he was very good at it !

Becka kept trying to reassure me that all would be well as Marcus Junius Brutus now more gentlemanly opened the door and helped us in. Becka said after looking me over and because we were both about the Same size, said she had pot of clothes I could wear down, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several solar day it would urinate no difference of opinion as I would ask nix, once I became Mr big businessman submissive sex slave !
From this scuttlebutt 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 apparel, as she reminded me that I would be a defenseless sex slave on a III and ready for nasty black men 's sexual joy and misuse !
Once in the lavishness flatware limo I noticed my surroundings and how Nice it was inside this limousine had dark tinted windows in the backbone that allowed those inside to see out, but from the international no one could see in ? This was a most elegant automobile, and one I would spend more prison term in than I could ever opine ? Mostly as a naked saltation sex slave sent back and forth all over London and the UK for over-the-top sex buckle down submission ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Friend Becka ''