Sex stories

I wake up, still buzzing from last night. Djamel fucked me hard, didn’t expect him to go that rough, but damn, it got me hot. I check my phone, got a voice message from him. He tells me to come over at 11 a.m., but I gotta show up crossdressed and veiled, no exceptions. Two hours to get ready—not easy pulling off a crossdresser look, but a veiled one? That’s low-key, I blend right in. I’m set: black abaya, matching veil, fishnet stockings underneath, nothing else except my pink chastity room. I slip on my fake E-cup tits, blond wig, makeup—boom, I’m ready. I wait for the time to head to Djamel’s, takes me ten minutes to get to his intercom. I ring, , and he’s like, “Yo, come in.”

I walk in, hear voices and laughs. There’s Djamel with two other dudes. He intros them: Lakdar and Denba. Then he presents me as “Samira, my slut, a gay dude who dresses up veiled for us .” They start grabbing my ass, lifting my abaya. Lakdar’s shocked when he sees my chastity room, but I’m already on my knees, sucking Djamel’s cock. Denba spits on my hole, fingers me deep. I’m on all fours in the living room, happily sucking away. Lakdar spreads my cheeks, spits on my ass, while Denba shoves his thick cock in, pounding my hole.

From there, they take turns fucking me raw, breeding me over and over. I’m deep-throating, taking double anal, my ass getting fucked. They use me like a dirty cumslut, just a hole to drill hard. When they’re finally done, Djamel tells me to bounce. I’m a mess, slipping my abaya and veil back on. I pass people on the way out, nobody clocks that I’m a fucked-out slut dripping with cum. If they knew, I’d be proud, strutting sticky with their loads.