Falling on your feet
So a planned fresh start, for the girl from Leith, my college mates were sad to see me go. Edinburgh Waverley station to Kings Cross......
The whole of the North seems to pass through Kings Cross, so I was armed with a magazine that said Time Out, according to my brother this was the Londoners Bible. There were clubs and eateries and holidays and places to stay, why Mum had decided to pack me off was because of my predatory seduction of her previous partner, I guess a *********** Nikki was just to much competition!
So the train slowly laboured through the North London suburbs the Graffiti was different down south. Some scuffed up heels a wheelie case and a head full of ambition. As we all rushed along the platform it became apparent that my rushing was without purpose I got out side and just soaked up the London vibe. A tall Arabic man approached me "You looking for place to sleep?" he asked. "" Nay Im" just weighing up my optoins. " I replied.& smiled lighting a cigarette .You come with me I get you job in Knightsbridge, for wealthy family" "Is that like near Harrods?" I replied" Yes you come with me" he said grabbing my hand....we walked to a council estate in Somerstown, he opened the flat door on the first floor, I was debating whether Aunty Ida....in Reading might have been a better choice.He took my puffa jacket and stared at my t.shirt "You have nice breasts!" He said . He handed me a small suitcase " You wanna be like a Spice girl you will find sexy undies and high heels in there" he said leaving the room. The case has several items in it, see thru body stocking and tiny leather mini skirt and pleaser...heels....wow I did feel like a slut but with my make up I did look good.
He returned looking me up and down " The figs on the tree are ripe for picking" he said . gripping me by my nipples "kneel" he saidI got on my knees he unzipped his trousers and pulled out a rather tanned looking huge cock.... "Oh my the Sun must make them grow" I said holding it up. "suck it bitch" he said. Suckie....Spice ....lol It was lucky I had been trained by my Uncle "I could have stayed in Scotland if all I was gonna do was eat sausage, I must admit it was a nice one thick and long a proper boundary pusher glop....glop
"I was told Scttish girls suck cock well" he said I guess I was gonna get pumped as well I thought staring into his dark brown eyes.This man was full of surprises he went off and came back with a towel, razor and foam "What are you doing?" I asked.
" No one in Knightsbridge is go
nna love your ginger muff it needs to come off you need to be sophisticated " he said. pulling my knickers down" Its my ancestry" I protested I was soon let's wide apart with my home grown sporren almost gone, it did feel smoothhe rinsed it then began to lick me "Fuck" that felt so good then he just plunged his big cock right inside me it did feel nice I always liked getting pumped and this man was expert at it "Oh yes fuck...my brains out mister" he pulled out I could feel my noni....throb "Turn over" he demanded. I felt two oily fingers finger my tight ass "No not my butt" I protested to late he slid his fun stick straight up gliding on oil
I could see myself in the big mirror on the wall I could see him looking proud as he pulled out watching my ass throb then plunging it back in again.... It wasn't so bad
"Where we going?" I asked Omar" I am taking you to salon I want you to pretend to be my sister from Quatar." Do you get many ginger haired Lothian lasses there then, ain't I a bit pale? I said. He told
me not to talk just nod a lot.
So one hijab later, I'm in a swanky London salon having my nails hair and make up completed!I emerge a westernised sophisticated Quatarian spice girl!
A cocktail dress and a cigarette holder and I'm meeting my date a g
entleman by the name of Daroush with Omar in tow.
I now have a new Arabic name Fayda meaning plenty the eatery has separate partitions which is helpful as the men grope and rub my young stocking clad legs "show Daroush your handskills? Says Omar Daroush opens his pants and places my little painted digits around his big cock another big Arab dick. Omar smiled and took my other hand "both of you" I remarked. Obedient girl just did it, it was a skill I think worth practising I adored my version of girl power!
But my cosy kept world with Omar was going to end, he told me that Daroush would be looking after me from now on and he would send my baggage and newly acquired wardrobe over tomorrow I said a tearful goodbye and the limosine whisked us off to Knightsbridge, wow this was nothing like Leith. "You live here, all of it?' I asked. "Yes it is a Georgian town house, you like? he replied." Wow it's massive "Your suite is looking over the back, I hope you like it! he said. The chauffeur opened the door I walked up the steps
Daroush... unlocked the door it was opulent we stopped at the rear of the hallway where a gated lift took me upstairs to a huge bedroom with an en suite bathroom lounge....it was amazing. Is all this for me?" I asked. " Of course we will go shopping tomorrow I buy you many presents, jewellery dresses anything you want! " said Daroush.
The whole of the North seems to pass through Kings Cross, so I was armed with a magazine that said Time Out, according to my brother this was the Londoners Bible. There were clubs and eateries and holidays and places to stay, why Mum had decided to pack me off was because of my predatory seduction of her previous partner, I guess a *********** Nikki was just to much competition!
So the train slowly laboured through the North London suburbs the Graffiti was different down south. Some scuffed up heels a wheelie case and a head full of ambition. As we all rushed along the platform it became apparent that my rushing was without purpose I got out side and just soaked up the London vibe. A tall Arabic man approached me "You looking for place to sleep?" he asked. "" Nay Im" just weighing up my optoins. " I replied.& smiled lighting a cigarette .You come with me I get you job in Knightsbridge, for wealthy family" "Is that like near Harrods?" I replied" Yes you come with me" he said grabbing my hand....we walked to a council estate in Somerstown, he opened the flat door on the first floor, I was debating whether Aunty Ida....in Reading might have been a better choice.He took my puffa jacket and stared at my t.shirt "You have nice breasts!" He said . He handed me a small suitcase " You wanna be like a Spice girl you will find sexy undies and high heels in there" he said leaving the room. The case has several items in it, see thru body stocking and tiny leather mini skirt and pleaser...heels....wow I did feel like a slut but with my make up I did look good.
He returned looking me up and down " The figs on the tree are ripe for picking" he said . gripping me by my nipples "kneel" he saidI got on my knees he unzipped his trousers and pulled out a rather tanned looking huge cock.... "Oh my the Sun must make them grow" I said holding it up. "suck it bitch" he said. Suckie....Spice ....lol It was lucky I had been trained by my Uncle "I could have stayed in Scotland if all I was gonna do was eat sausage, I must admit it was a nice one thick and long a proper boundary pusher glop....glop
"I was told Scttish girls suck cock well" he said I guess I was gonna get pumped as well I thought staring into his dark brown eyes.This man was full of surprises he went off and came back with a towel, razor and foam "What are you doing?" I asked.
" No one in Knightsbridge is go
nna love your ginger muff it needs to come off you need to be sophisticated " he said. pulling my knickers down" Its my ancestry" I protested I was soon let's wide apart with my home grown sporren almost gone, it did feel smoothhe rinsed it then began to lick me "Fuck" that felt so good then he just plunged his big cock right inside me it did feel nice I always liked getting pumped and this man was expert at it "Oh yes fuck...my brains out mister" he pulled out I could feel my noni....throb "Turn over" he demanded. I felt two oily fingers finger my tight ass "No not my butt" I protested to late he slid his fun stick straight up gliding on oil
I could see myself in the big mirror on the wall I could see him looking proud as he pulled out watching my ass throb then plunging it back in again.... It wasn't so bad
"Where we going?" I asked Omar" I am taking you to salon I want you to pretend to be my sister from Quatar." Do you get many ginger haired Lothian lasses there then, ain't I a bit pale? I said. He told
me not to talk just nod a lot.
So one hijab later, I'm in a swanky London salon having my nails hair and make up completed!I emerge a westernised sophisticated Quatarian spice girl!
A cocktail dress and a cigarette holder and I'm meeting my date a g
entleman by the name of Daroush with Omar in tow.
I now have a new Arabic name Fayda meaning plenty the eatery has separate partitions which is helpful as the men grope and rub my young stocking clad legs "show Daroush your handskills? Says Omar Daroush opens his pants and places my little painted digits around his big cock another big Arab dick. Omar smiled and took my other hand "both of you" I remarked. Obedient girl just did it, it was a skill I think worth practising I adored my version of girl power!
But my cosy kept world with Omar was going to end, he told me that Daroush would be looking after me from now on and he would send my baggage and newly acquired wardrobe over tomorrow I said a tearful goodbye and the limosine whisked us off to Knightsbridge, wow this was nothing like Leith. "You live here, all of it?' I asked. "Yes it is a Georgian town house, you like? he replied." Wow it's massive "Your suite is looking over the back, I hope you like it! he said. The chauffeur opened the door I walked up the steps
Daroush... unlocked the door it was opulent we stopped at the rear of the hallway where a gated lift took me upstairs to a huge bedroom with an en suite bathroom lounge....it was amazing. Is all this for me?" I asked. " Of course we will go shopping tomorrow I buy you many presents, jewellery dresses anything you want! " said Daroush.
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