My New life As A Sex Slave To lightlessness Masters !

'' The Arrival '' Chapter One

plaster bandage of Characters

Lady Diana Frances Spencer

A 34 yr old married white woman, 5'6"tall dark browned tomentum'green eye and weighs130 # lbs'36"24"35"and after respective children still looked her best, actually younger than she actually is. She, even at this age is still very naive over sexed and insecure as to her flavour. Her master plus is her unbelievable sex drive and a most spiritualist clitoris, that with slight sentiment of sex becomes wet and aroused instantly, she is a girl made for sex ! One of her favorite sexual illusion 's is to be a raw helpless sex slave to nasty black men !

Becka

A 36 yr old tiny attractive European woman of Catalan decent is 5'4"marvellous with carmine dark-brown hair and dark sultry oculus. She weighs 111 # lbs and is a very shapely 36"24"35"woman, that has spiritualist nipples as well as an equally raw button, she already is a willing sex slave to black men, and is one of Tyrone 's sex hard worker 's. She is quite devious experienced and worldly. She has been implemental in finding women like Diana that are predisposed to lead two lives, one of a traditional marry cleaning woman, and the other as a sex slave and sinister cock whore to and for men of color. She has offered to assist, and avail direct women like Diana into this life elan of romantic nasty and abusive mixed sex, as a submissive slave !

Tyrone

Tyrone major power, also known as Ty, or Mr Powers
Is the perfect black slave master, at well over 6'magniloquent 220 lbs and built like a Greek god ! He is practically sr. in his mid 50s, is hansom well educated and well to do. He is quite beguile and is very good at seducing white married fair sex that have intimate fancy 's of hard worker sex with disastrous gentlemen, but believe me he is no gentleman ! He is a devious by-blow that will use any tactic to arrive at the confidence upper bridge player and mastery of naively stupid and over sexed adult female like Diane !

Tyrone has a peter that well-nigh men would die for, it is a 10"curved thing of knockout with an enormous mushroom shaped head that can get hard in an heartbeat and stay that way almost indefinitely, he also has enormous clod, that depot unbelievable amounts of cum. But his real prowess is his ability to both delight and abuse women sexually, and on top of that he is insatiable. He owns Becka, and has owned numerous white married women as full or part time blackness cock sex slaves, and like many white women wants Diana as one that will go a double life as one, at to the lowest degree to commence with ?


Jonathon :

Princess Diana 's Husband She is the beloved of his life, and only wants her to be happy and experience sex the like of that few charwoman will ever savour. They have had a most rattling sex life full of intimate risky venture, from before they were married with nude parking out in the Sir Henry Wood, to sex after they were married with stranger in seedy hotels. They have had incredible sex on New eld with Diana dressed in next to zero at expensive hi class hotels, that always seems to end with hot foul sex, and not always with her husband ! He knows that by sending her off to have this phantasy of hers he is taking the risk and chance of loosing her forever ? But he loves her so practically it is a hazard he is bequeath to withdraw ! This is for her happiness, and sexual well being, as he wants her to savour the kind of sex that he and most white husbands are incapable of giving..

initiation

A married white homemaker journey's to the UK in lookup of a dark sexual fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to go world. Her hubby has become snug supporter with this cleaning lady Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to give birth the very same musical theme and interests, as to his wife Diana 's fate. They have discussed so many affair about this intimate fantasy, of white women in slavery to pitch-black men and all of the foul abusive harsh sex that goes with it, and is always the topic of of their conversation !

An concord has been entered into by the three political party for their mutual benefit, that has sealed Diana 's fate ! The exacting legal document she has signed has many necessity, one she has been sent with a one way ticket, and only has enough money to last for several years. Her wearing apparel the few she has taken are purposely lost in the baggage claim area ?
Becka in her first devious treatment of Diana has paid the baggage manager to conveniently make all of her things disappear. This will insure that she becomes fully dependent on her, who will see to her motivation, and Diana will have no pick but to rely totally on her for everything, food money and clothes, along with a place to delay ? The other essential is that prior to her meekness as a black cock sex slave, she not under any circumstances shave her pubes, and that she have a full thick scrub for her evocation into bondage ?

Diana

My Arrival In The UK ... and how a 30s something Andrew D. White woman becomes a sex striver to contraband men ! Chapter One

I was a 35 yr old tie woman of the house that had an over alive resource, along with an unbelievable sex driving. I had mixed feelings about a act of perverse fantasy 's ever since I was a young woman ! My interest in non-white sexual encounter was so overpowering that populace morals, percept and even my own conscious, as to what was acceptable, along with the arrangement I was about to embark into allowed me to easily brush all of these headache aside.


There were respective things that happened to me that perked my interest in fateful men. I grew up in Southern khalifah and had no preconception against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any thought to, or about black men as a Whitney Young woman and only viewed them as men. It was only after various experiences all sexually inspired that started my fantasy 's to include them.

One matter that happened to me. Was my Padre, he was a big hansom man that loved to drink, adventure and make other women ! This is where I am sure my sex drive came from ? At barely 18 my sire took me with him on several social function where he played circuit card with my uncle and various of his dark friends in the all black area of southern Golden State where I would serve them beer !
My father never worked much, but mom always did. I was the oldest of six. He had always wanted a boy, and I could never please him no issue how hard I tried. I think he loved me, but was always trying to marry me off to any man that gave me a look. Telling them I would fix a good little wife, at one of these circuit board games he had offered me up to these older lightlessness gentlemen, even patting me on my bottom inferring that I would be good in bed ?

I think, he would bear never done this had he not been drinking ! But for me a young highly-sexed daughter that masturbated regularly and had fantasy 's of dour abusive sex, the idea of me au naturel in the hands of these older black men, was deliciously arousing. I had heard rumors about my uncle who would tie my aunt up, strip her nude blindfold her and led these black men fuck her, these rumors were later confirmed when I found picture show during these games of black men fucking my aunty ! These thoughts of either happening to me were something I had almost hurt myself masturbating to !

My cousin-german Karen, their girl about four yr my Jr at the time got hooked up with a several older mordant men when she was in her senior yr of school, do to where she lived with her irresponsible parents. It was in an all black area of Arthur Holly Compton near Long Beach California. She was a blond blue eyed cute slightly over weight little thing looking for love in all the wrong places. She came and lived with us one summertime when she was barely 18 and I think various of my married man male friends Fucked her genius out ! As he told me she even came on to him !

She was living with these black men several years later in her early 20s and had attended a syndicate funeral for another uncle, my married man did not see. She had no car only a long bus drive so I drove her back to where she lived. Once parked in straw man of her house I had a rather concern and arousing conversation with Karen especially as to what these men did to her. It was quite humiliating and sexually abusive, they would pimp her out to their friends as a smuggled cock slut, but apparently she loved it !


Sitting in my car she first showed me her queen of spade tattoos on each of her bare bra to a lesser extent breasts ! Then she raised her annulus and showed me her black peter whore tattoo just above her well shaven and obviously well utilize pussy ! If this was not shocking enough opened her legs spacious showing her piercings down there, pulling one ring up, I almost choked and could not think that the ring was pierced right through the flesh of her rather large and horribly stretched clitoral membrane !

As a offspring splice womanhood trying to convert myself, more than her, said in a less than convincing voice I could never do such a thing ! But in verity, my sentiment and intimate illusion 's about such matter, were quite the opposite ! The conversation with me still in come alive shock continued with Karen inviting me in to fill her two inkiness buff !

At offset I made excuses not to, but my stake and oddity as well as her description of them plus her obvious willing submissive nature left me really sexed up and of course I had no other pick, .. right ? Once in the house she immediately removed all of her clothes ! At first I was shocked, as one of her black masters appeared I was not certainly what to do or think ? He was sometime in his mid 30s and quite hansom ! He grabbed Karen hugged and squeezed her bare ass lovingly with his big black mitt, and then ordered her down on her articulatio genus ! Then looked at me ? As Karen tried to realize initiation while naked and on her genu ! He then ordered me to strip ! I hesitated and said no, and would not ! Then in a tatty sinister voice that was accompanied a hard smack across my face I instantly knew he meant commercial enterprise !

For me, my married man had never been mean or demanding as I had always been submissive and willing, he had only spanked my bottom and abuse my puss. But I had wanted him to ! No one except my don had ever paddled my bottom or done anything like this ! For me this is all it took, as the expression on his fount told me I had better ! His verbal threat followed by this coarse act left me stunned and in merely moments I was naked and helplessly on my articulatio genus next to her ! At about this prison term her early black master hearing all of the tumult had come to investigate ?

OMG ! He was everything the other mordant overlord was not ! A big ugly bald headed man bare chested musclebound sporting tattoos and respective Au tooth ! He had a very nasty look in his heart that made me shudder, and the other man that had slapped me seem so much more appealing ! With no hesitation or warning what so ever he unzipped his pants and out flopped a mammoth calamitous cock that was enlarging itself by the second gear ! I was scared to death as he told me to put my hands behind my back open my sass and do exactly what I was told ! He dick slapped me tough several multiplication calling me a Black pecker whore, words that would become perversely etched in my brain and me only wanting more !
Then his cock now rock hard inhume my willing undetermined oral fissure as he brutally face fucked me arduous and harder ! I had sucked dick before but always on my footing and was very ladylike about it always kind and gentle.


It had been a play on to bring a man like my husband and others off sucking them, but to be naked on my knees and to throw a tight looking forceful pitch-dark unknown black do this to me had brought about sexual thoughts and corrupt ace I thought never existed !

OMG !
When he came his cum and cum consignment almost drowned me ! Karen had been pleading for them to let me go, telling them I was a married cleaning lady and that was not prepare or interested in being a willing black rooster tart ! The very opposite though was genuine and in fact the sheath ! As he roughly shoved me off of his turncock cum hit me right between the heart leaving me ineffectual to see for a here and now !
Then he jerked me up onto my substructure, picked up my clothes and handbag placed them in my weapons system and pushed me out the front door and onto the porch ! It was wide daylight and others in the neighborhood watched smiling at my humiliating quandary, as apparently Karen and some of their other unseasoned sex sluts had been naked and on the porch a routine of times before !
So for others all mostly piteous black house physician seeing me like this was not all that unusual. He had removed his leather whang and as I naked and embarrassed turned to go gave me a viscous blistering knock on my bare bottom, the sound of leather hitting bare female flesh was like a gun shot in the quiet neighborhood !
I screamed out so gaudy that over a XII 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 several clip as I fumbled around trying to afford the threshold ! What an experience ... ?

I think that what had happened to Karen, and now to me was and even the harsh barbarity of it was ever so appealing especially to me. After this billet and at least in my illusion 's, were are about charwoman like me that that only require a threat or a lilliputian insult, that could easily end up in office where they have no pick and will do exactly what they are told especially by forceful black men ! Again I was influenced by my submissive fosterage and the fact that my father was a big respectable looking pussy chasing guy, this is where I think my perverted fantasy 's and kinky sex drive came from ! This flaky sexual showdown and the most stir intimate conversation I had with Karen easily influenced what was about to come about !

This is where it started, and all through our married lifespan were sessions of naked boundary sex play out in the woods and in adult motels, I loved the excitement and incredible sex having no idea where I had been taken, who face fucked me, and of course the fucking I got from these men, and many I am sure were bootleg. It was all fun and games, but I wanted more !

My married man byplay had started to take More of his prison term and he was unable to meet me or my indigence the way he had in the past, he was going one way, and I the former. I learned later that Becka had a very interchangeable experience, I like her had everything, money credit add-in decent clothes a car and gracious theatre. I could buy what I wanted and go where I pleased, but was so sexually frustrated, horny as infernal region and wanting with this nagging fantasy of bare subservient slavery, never far from my cerebration !


These thoughts were the foul abusive sort of entire au naturel on my knees submission with only a choker and trine, and that lead in the manus of a dominant nasty dark striver superior, a man that had slight concern what so ever for my well being ! The kind that would use and abuse me sexually in the most abrasive brutal and humiliating way !
My husband Jon had made all of the arranging for me, and had signed the newspaper that this slave master with Becka 's aid had sent ! I knew lilliputian about the details or flights I was about to have. Neither did I know much about this charwoman Becka, I had complied with one petition and that was to let my pubic hair grow, it was quite strange, as for most of our marry liveliness and almost from the offset I had been cleanly shaven, and had assumed that having a to the full pubic bush was only part of the ritual and essential for becoming a submissive sex slave ?

I was so naive and trusting and assumed that everything would be taken charge of, as Jon had always done in the past times, this left me deep in thought as to my illusion, and how it would become a realism ? My flight On United left early around 6:00 am that morning, and was a 5hr flight from PDX to New House of York JFK, once there with a light stop I would change planing machine, and panel Brits air duct for another 7 hrs from JFK and on to the UK and Heathrow LHR.
My married man had seen me off, I had dressed modestly and looked like any former 30 yr old married woman traveling by herself. We both had combine emotions at my departure and once aboard, the carpenter's plane, I was surprised to see it was was half full of travelers, this allowed me a seat by myself, with no one on either side. I would cross numerous time geographical zone and would end up tired with jet lag arriving at 8:00 pm in the evening 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 vexation aside ? I had gotten little sleep the dark before, and had planned on making up for it on these yearn flight. I kept drifting off into menstruum of forced slumber laced with things that had happened to me over the years, all sexual ! It was as if my creative thinker was thumbing through a hot novel of my sexual fantasy 's and experiences at a rather dissolute pace. Some made little sense, and others quite vividly detailed ?

From starting to jerk off at an too soon age followed by sexual fantasy, my foremost sexual encounters with my father uncle and his melanise Quaker during these carte secret plan, the thought of my aunt naked bound and being fucked by numerous black men ! My first off young man tying me helplessly to his bed cutting my pantie off and sucking me to my first oral coming, and the terrifying sentiment 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 intimate dangerous undertaking out in the woods or seedy motels where I was used and abused sexually by numerous unusual men, and many that were contraband nasty ones, the face fucking my pussy sore and dripping all these thoughtful experiences that flipped through my mind left me wet and very enkindle, as I passed in and out of restless sleep.


The plane was tardily getting into New York JFK, after which it was a sanatorium of hurrying to form the connecting flight to Heathrow LHR ! The flight was over book and full, as if by design I was seated between to youth black soccer players that had been competing in international tourney rival. They were dressed in shorts and the team colors, and logs. I was still wet flush and sexed up by my earlier thoughts from the previous tranquilize undisturbed flight, and hoping they would not notice.

I was relieved at first as they paid me little attention. They were probably in their other 20s and were conversing in a nomenclature I had never heard before, much less understood ? Once the seat belt planetary house was turned off, the flight attendee offered the passengers on these long escape the choice of lights out pillows, and blankets. So as to rest and make up the confused time and help overcome the symptoms of jet lag. Apparently many passengers had taken reward of this and many were in incision of the unlighted aircraft already trying to get some rest.

These two young men, as the airliner climbed to cruising height had been talking endlessly as the one on my veracious kept leaning over almost on top of me as the other pointed out landmarks of long island and places along the shoring line of Connecticut. But once through the overcast it became only pretty blue sky's with zilch else to see that quickly became drilling, and their care turned to me. Alcohol. was usually devoid on these long over water trajectory, and apparently they had planned on taking reward of this, by doing stack of imbibing to run the time.

The one on my right succeeding to the aisle once he realized, he had been crowding me, had in perfect side sheepishly apologized for leaning all over me, offering to buy me a drink, and would not take no for an result. I had done short drinking even during our sexual adventure because of my father who was an lush and thought if I did would deliver piffling control of my ungodly sex drive, and as it turned out I was right ! I had told the flight concomitant to bring only non alcoholic sparkling cyder, but apparently she misunderstood and thought I had asked for a scintillate Champagne-Ardenne ! My oral fissure had been dry due to all of the bunco game of trying to name the flight, and although earlier had airline business food, but had eaten little.

The swallow they bought me were wonderful, as I having no experience with champagne like alcohol, the buzz along with not eating and the high altitude of airline escape quickly enhanced my old view and arousal, as they continued to verbalize, in this language I did not interpret ? It was obvious by what was said and needed little in the way of transformation that their conversation had turned to me ?

The one sitting by the windowpane sensing my brace uneasiness said in perfect engilsh as he put his hand on mine, one with my wedding gang, said honestly your husband must really like you to buy such a halo ! But did not removed his hand from mine ? Flirting a bit with me and going on to ask why such an attractive married woman like me was traveling alone ? I was not prepared for such a interrogative and with extraordinary guilt obviously all over my face, he quickly deduced I was on my way to something my hubby knew nix about much less would approve of !


I did not suffice his interrogative sentence, which made it quite clear to him along with the guilty looking, ... I was up to no good ! From this point on his attitude changed and his hired hand was now resting just above my knee, I said nothing, and made no effort to promote his paw away ? He turned and looked me in the eye, and said in words I did not understand to his friend sitting in the aisle fundament ? I had no theme what to do or say and was holding my breathing place, as the early spread and placed a blanket the flight accompaniment hand given him earlier, that easily covered his friends hand and amative indiscretions, or for that matter if anyone bothered to look.

The flight attender had returned again pushing her go-cart full of bottleful up the gangway asking if anyone wanted more boozing ? Both men bought several for me, this would make six of the little bubbly bottles of what I thought was wonderful tasting sparkling cider, I had no melodic theme was intoxicating. Not long after downing the conclusion bottle and me Thomas More relaxed than ever the cabin co-occurrence turned all but the courtesy lights out in our part, and with another mantle at our disposal, along with various pillows and no impedance what so ever from me, this young fatal soccer player became a great deal bolder and had turned towards me. .This easily allowed his other hand down under my bird in between my thighs to wager and explore, I was wearing only panty under my skirt that were now, along with my full bush very wet ! When his fingers found how wet my panties were I could see as we looked at one another even in the dark, a knowing smile cross his typeface !

With his finger's breadth searching and poking it took picayune time for them to find their around my panties, and into me I gasped holding my breath as his finger's breadth found my clit and started a slow sultry rubbing, in between pinching it, as his digit continued to pleasured me.. It was all I could do biting my tongue to maintain the sounds of stimulating rousing from escaping my rim. A sinful vibration sexual climax took everything from me followed by drifting slowly into blissful meet, and exhausted quietus, never imaging that something like this could occur with add up strangers much LE happen on this transatlantic flight !
I was awakened my the lights coming on and the flight attendant announcing that we would soon be landing. My amorous companion had along with his friend gone to sleep with his mind on my shoulder joint that had during our sleep ended up on my chest with his manus still in my panties ! He also was awaken by the announcement and quickly removed it ! Followed by sitting up and folding the blanket pretending as if nothing had happened, but looked at me again with a knowing smile. After landing and parked at the throng it was a busy clip with passenger wanting off.

I was just setting there in no hurry trying to waken up with these two young melanise soccer actor on either side also waiting our bit to deplane. The one that had pleasured me asked, again in perfect English people with an even larger grin where I was staying in John Griffith Chaney, and if he could be of any further assist ? And that he and his friend would be more than felicitous to show me all of the tourer mickle of capital of the United Kingdom, and much more blinking at me quite seductively. I said no, that I was staying with a friend at a private residence, and honestly thanked him for his personal attention Then the young man said he would be more than than happy to do so again !


Becka ...

I was excited and glad, getting the call from Mr Powers, better known as Tyrone my black slave skipper that my new Quaker and soon to be sex break one's back partner in Tyrone 's stable of slaves, her name was Princess of Wales. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr major power my slave master had insisted I use his Ag Mercedes Business Limousine, to peck Diana up at the drome thinking that it would afford her and I a effective chance to roll in the hay one another in a airless and more versed way, and that I not have to force back and fight back the airport traffic.


I had my own car, a Hellenic dark green jaguar E model convertible security It was a car that I liked very much, unlike many of the others, that were British symbol. I used it sparingly for business when doing work when I was in the UK and of course of action for drama ?


It was wonderful to go zooming around in the summer metre on M20 to capital of Delaware and other places with top down, and me pulling my skimpy top down and flashing my naked knocker 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 driver in the UK were Black !
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Her husband Jon, knew that I would take on secure forethought of her, but the goal, of her misstep, was to train and educated her in the ways of bondage, and entry, here were ruler you know. Tyrone, Mr Powers My Black Owner, would experiment on her naked body with sensations of joy and abasement after becoming his property, and for at least a three month time she had agreed to, and then take a crap her determination. But was unaware of the details of the contract she had signed with out reading at the clip ?

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

I had left the Mercedes patronage Limousine and a big black burly intimidating chauffeur, one that Mr Powers, Tyrone used for juncture like this. He was big bleak man with overtop comportment would leave naive womanhood like Princess of Wales ready to conform to any order 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 reality he was a big shimmy bear one that had used me quite pleasurably on Thomas More than one occasion, but could play the role of tight determent, that would bring naive highly-sexed woman like Diana swiftly to their knee joint, in total submission !
Her married man Jon had FedEx To Mr Powers along with written matter to me, of her sketch and legal text file of submission with quite a number of pictures of her, nigh were of her raw bounds and leashed, in submissive compromising pose, but a few were in modest attire, however these characterization I had seen did not do Department of Justice to this charwoman !


I was waiting at the arrival gate When I could see my beautiful new friend come through customs and security. I was some space away but could see how beautiful she was. Taller than I by several column inch, and with a more shapely and seductive torso, her bosom and pelvis were a bit larger than mine but it was her lovely peg, and bottom of the inning that impressed me the most. The hound she wore were a bit high for airport traveling, she turned looking back for a minute as if looking for someone ? But I could see these heels made her pegleg second joint and round rear so more deliciously appealing, as the brightly spark from the arrival Gates and concourse silhouetted and outlined her female frame quite sinfully, almost as if she was wearing zip at all !

It was a rather champaign skirt and blouse that did little to veil her beauty or shapely body, she was carrying her coat and small locomotion bag. I of row was not the only one that noticed, her beauty as others near by mostly men stared much less discretely.
The face of this shadow haired beauty looked out into the crowd of expectant friends relative and buff 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 conception from her husband she knew picayune about me. This would change in only a few legal brief moments !

She was quite relived that I had found her in such a bunch of traveler. We gave each former a hesitating hug and a quick osculation at first of all, but in only moments we were hugging and kissing like giddy Thomas Young shoal fille. Then two Pres Young total darkness men dressed in vividness of a local British soccer team, approached Diana ? One looked straight at me with less than gentlemanly gaze and asked her if I was the friend she would staying with in John Griffith Chaney ?

Before she could say anything he grabbed her manus opened it and placed a note, then said as he continued to look at me that this was his epithet turn and he and his booster would be happy to show us the night spots around Jack London ! I looked at Diana in wonder, thinking she might not be quite so primitive or ingenuous after all ? I dared not ask and after some uncomfortable laughter and excited small talk we made our way towards the luggage area.
Diana
Never having been out of the commonwealth before, and now in the UK was a first, the wonderful shop class we passed like Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes and Armani, along with the colored light of lately evening in this gigantic airline pole that overlooked the carpenter's plane that were arriving and departing The long trip and the people from every Carry Amelia Moore Nation passing this way and that, as a get hitched with adult female by myself the survey was all quite overwhelming !


After all I had been through the excitement of it all, the beverage on the plane, the amative attention I really needed to go pee quite badly, and asked. Becka, she pointed toward the closest ladies room, still with a questioning look on her brass from the vernal black men, as I headed in that direction.

Then before I knew it, she was up beside me and grabbed my deal, saying she needed to go too. `` Why is it we girls always seem go to the ladies room together ? '' She laughed, and I laughed too, somewhat relieved, I think ?
Of path, when we got in there, the place was like the balance of the drome crowded. We waited for a piece 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 inebriant or the fact that this young black association football player had offered to be my escort while I was in Greater London, or was I just getting bolder ?
Becka patted my butt most lovingly as if it was a normal thing and said it was confection of me to say so. Then one of the stalling came free. I offered to let her go first, but she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were both young lady and it would not matter !
Most char have bisexual trend, but few act on them, unless there is opportunity, and not realizing this, chance was fast approaching ? My husband had said at one clip he was amazed by the sum of womanhood that were bisexual.

I had never thought much about about other women, but for some reasonableness remembering most all of my intimate phantasy 's included other women not all of path, but most as epicene or out and out lesbians, which was a bit disconcerting ! During our marriage and naked blindfold sex play I knew from the start other women had either watched or played with me, and suspected that some had even orally pleasured me. But It was only sex, and I was an highly-sexed untried charwoman not giving practically thought to who had enjoyed themselves by bringing me off to orgasm, as it was all sexual pleasure, and I could not allow to myself due to my religious fostering that I, like many women was indeed bisexual ?

So what was about to take place was quite a sexual divine revelation. It was a close fit in there, and I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in social movement of me so we had to mash round each other. It was a bit close and difficult because of our breasts, and they were pressed quite closely together as her bottom was pushed forward by the toilet-paper bearer on the threshold. I felt my nipple get hard when they touched, the opinion was good, but left me unsure, with commingle sexual emotions.

I lifted my wench up, pulled my panties down and sat on the can. As I did she raise her dame and placed it over my headspring ? I thought at first she was just getting prepare and had done so by mistake ? This showed a well shave pubic cumulation with a nice pair of diffuse pinko hanging down pussy lips, as she was wearing null under her annulus !. She 's about 5'4 '', and with me bent forward her pubic bone were unnervingly right in my face. I was fascinated though, because it was completely bleak, her clit, and the rest was clean shaven. She was much like me. You know, really pink, and her inside lips poked through the outer meaty ones, but it was her clit that appealed to me the most, I guess when aroused, which she certainly was the matter had swollen, and was twice as large as mine !.

I was beginning to feel quite warm from this in my look pussy of hers and trying to hurry up peeing, but you know how it is when you 've had more to drink and been holding on for a while. Your picayune pee hole becomes a bit blate and always seems to subscribe its sentence to start and even longer to do one business.
I finally finished reached around her for some tissue to pass over myself. That took a bit of maneuvering. I was a bit surprised with my nose in her pubic region, as it seemed to be awfully wet down there.

She was dancing around, with her her knee joint bent and apart, at inaugural I thought she was also dying to go, but to my surprisal she place both manus on my shoulder joint and pulled me to her ! It seemed so natural, my tongue easily slipped into her mouth and wet pussycat plication as I explored up and down her slit with my natural language my back talk found her vain clit her hand ended up on my promontory and held me pie-eyed to her and in simply moments she succumbed to a shuddering climax, but it was the noise she made even with the annulus between her hands and my head word that was so sinfully erotic, and OMG ! I thought everyone in the place knew exactly what we were doing or what had just happened in that cubicle ?

After respective minutes I tried then was finally able to endure up, we pressed together again as we swapped places.
My skirt was still up around my waist and my step-in round my knee joint. I started to bend down to rip them up, but bumped my nates against the tissue holder on the door lost my equaliser and sort of fell forward towards her. She sitting on the toilet put her bridge player up to turn back me from falling, and her hands grabbed both of my knocker. `` Oh, I 'm terribly bad, '' 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 avail you. '' Her arms came out but, instead of pulling my panties up, she grabbed my bare bottomland 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 side of the stall and I was staring at the tile behind the toilette. I do n't experience what I was thinking, really. And then she started to suck and lick me !

OMG ! OMG ! She could instruct my hubby 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 woman one that really knew how to take a heterosexual person laced married woman like me into a submissive bisexual slut. She licked the outer rim first and tried to wet-nurse them inside out, then ran her tongue up and down the interior of each fold. I was still staring at the back-wall and starting to feel quite thirsty.
At least I think so. My mouth was so dry and I kept gasping and swallowing for air. She was going round and round the remote, of my clit and I was starting to experience quite weak in the knee, not to refer having a very wet pussy.


Then she started to flick her natural language around my button and the exterior of my inner lips and I had to hang on harder to the carrel wall and force myself to stay vertical. 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 speech sound I was making but they were certainly sounds of smutty perverted sex !.
Time seemed to stop as I felt her tongue and rim slowly surround my clitoris. That forced it firmly against my pubic bone as she lovingly bit me at first just a fiddling, then much harder as she held me pie-eyed to her ! OMG, I really thought I was going to founder on top of her. I was biting my own lip so hard, trying not to induce any to a greater extent haphazardness, and was sure enough I was going to describe blood.

She began running her tongue up and down between my inside lips again, and again circling round of golf my clit, flicking it from side to side with her expert emphatic tongue every now and then. I could hear myself breathing harder, and I could also learn people talking on the other side of the doorway, the running of water, the racket of the hand-dryer and the efflorescence in the next carrell. I remember being vaguely worried that someone would know, what we two slutty adult female were doing ? My torso was tingling all over and my pubes were tightening, but it was all a bit of a blur.

My vaginal muscles and ass impertinence were contracting so much that my skirt fell on top of her school principal. I opened my eyes for a consequence as I felt the movement and saw her calmly use one hired hand to push it back up out of the way, and then pull my undies all the way down to the story, plagiarize my genu, and extract one foot.
As she pulled me closer lifted my leg up over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her head slightly to get at me a good deal better. Then she slid her tongue just inside me, and began rubbing her dentition and lips against my clit, sucking and biting again ! I was trying to be quiet and taking in luck of warm gasping breaths looking up at the roof and blinking hard, trying to take in my sight. 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 wall for beloved life order to hold from falling !

I was panting and still blinking heavy, and cum was leaking down both incline of my thigh, and OMG ! She was still licking and sucking it from me as she pushed her nose into me, my hands left the wall and sort of gripped her fountainhead just in time for me to arch into her with my second body-shuddering coming. I 'm sure I must take in let out a most satisfying sound or sex filled pleasurable expiration loudly, but I do n't really remember ?

The one genu I was standing on completely gave way, and the fact that I was holding on to her stopped me from tumbling down on top of this cleaning lady. Her hired man still on my bare bottom pulled me firmly to her and gave a few endure loving kisses on my sopping wet pussy before gently taking my leg down and putting my foot back into my panties. saying in a sweet and sensual voice a break one's back master never wants his girls to ever wear scanty, and said you should take off getting use to it, offering to contain and discard them them.


I was not surely what to say ? As she reached around behind me and tore off some toilette tissue paper then wiped my thighs and kitty before hesitantly pulling my pantie up completely, saying quite foiled well its okay for now.
Then patted my panty covered mound, pulled down my skirt and put her hands on my pelvic girdle to push me back far enough so she could tolerate up. I was staring in a daze, and probably my oral cavity was wide of the mark open, when her beautiful facial expression lipstick smeared and all appeared in front of my eyes.

I heard her tear off more tissue paper as she wiped her chin, olfactory organ cheeks and lips, threw the report in the roll, then took my look in her hands and kissed me broad on the lips just like a forceful male lover would do. Her lingua rolled around with mine as I tasted myself, mixed in with her own voluptuousness. It tasted wonderful as she eased off kissing me slowly and so tender.

I was gripping the paries again so tight that she had to pry my fingers off then turned me around so I could sit on the lid to go back. She squatted down in front man me and caressed my face. `` That was n't so bad now, was it"? She said, smiling. I shook my fountainhead 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 tactual sensation in my legs to be able to stand. `` Actually, roll in the hay, `` she said as I stood, `` I really do want to go now, '' and we danced around again so she could go.

acerate leaf to say, we got more than a few strange and knowing smell as we came out of the cubicle stall.
I was blushing almost deep red from the looks, but Becka threw her point back, with an arrogant, amused smell, grabbed my waist, and squeezed me against her, then kissed me again only this prison term quite passionately, making it obvious to anyone that bothered to attend, that the two of us were more than just protagonist ! Some noblewoman looked at us with curiosity and others with contempt presuming we had been up to more than just sexual mischievousness, like two racy young adulteress. Most were busybodied with their own line as others came and went, and to my embarrassed relief paid us little attention.

Then alarmed I realized my pelage I had hug on the door, and my carry bag I had left on the storey outside the carrel were both gone ! Still scour from this unholy experience, I was now beside myself with worry ? It had my passport wallet and money along with the few personal things I had taken with me. I was quickly in binge, and as a kept woman my hubby had always taken care of everything, including my passport, all I had to do was pose for a word picture and ratify 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 solar day would have the required temporary report, and a new recommendation. I had calmed down some as she was so kind and reassuring, and besides I still had most all of my things in the bigger bag I had checked


From there still timid and wet, not only from the rip ! It was down the escalator to the baggage claim area, most from my flight, and due to our suggest tryst in the ladies room had already picked up their bags and had left, only a few were left going around and around on the carousel but none were mine ?
Finally we inquired at the baggage title sphere about my checked pocketbook and the others that had been taken ? Becka on my behalf quite convincingly gave the baggage attendants from British Airways a nasty tongue lashing ! But strange to me she had already paid them most handsomely to take a crap sure as shooting my old bag 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 routine of consequence left me totally dependent on Becka a char I had just met and barely knew, but from our earlier intimate hugging caressing and most wonderful pleasuring of each early I was naively accepting of what had happened. I had nix no clothes no money and no passport ! Still in somewhat of a daze, and unsure of everything Becka leadi me by the hand to the parking area where Brutus the black chauffeur and Tyrone 's incredibly expensive atomic number 47 Mercedes line of work limo was parked.
He did not seem to be at all concerned at our tardiness I was quite taken by his looks sizing, and presence, and perked up a little as he was exactly what I had fantasized in the way of big nasty Shirley Temple Black men, he purposely looked at me with sinful lecherousness and determent in his eyes this left me with touch on foreboding, and snatch tight and wet with anticipation ? I found out later it was his job to intimidate fair sex like me and he was very trade good at it !

Becka kept trying to reassure me that all would be well as Brutus now more gentlemanly opened the doorway and helped us in. Becka said after looking me over and because we were both about the same size, said she had plenty of clothes I could wear down, and smiled most mischievously, as she said in several days it would spend a penny no remainder as I would need zero, once I became Mr Powers subservient sex slave !
From this remark it dawned on me and I finally realized why and what I had came for, and as such she was flop ! I would deliver no need of clothes, as she reminded me that I would be a naked sex slave on a leash and ready for cruddy black men 's sexual pleasure and abuse !
Once in the luxury silver limousine I noticed my surroundings and how nice it was inside this limo had dark tinted Windows in the back that allowed those inside to see out, but from the external no one could see in ? This was a most elegant machine, and one I would drop to a greater extent time in than I could ever imagine ? Mostly as a naked bound sex slave sent back and forth all over capital of the United Kingdom and the UK for over-the-top sex buckle down submission ?


Continued in Chapter Two

Titled

'' Getting to Know My New Friend Becka ''