Sex stories

Deep down, I’ve always known I was meant to be a slut. That’s always been my place — my natural role. Even back in ool, when I had a “girlfriend” (if she could see me now!), she was clearly the one in control. I followed her lead without thinking.

In middle university and university, I secretly checked out my classmates — staying in the closet, of course. But I was already obsessed with the raw masculinity of the Black and Arab guys. They didn’t need to act like alpha males — they just were. Tough, strong, confident. Real men. I’ve always had a weakness for them.

So it’s no surprise that the first guy I dated was a full-blooded Algerian. As soon as we got together, my sex life took a darker, dirtier turn — and I was the one who wanted it. I needed to feel like a submissive little fucktoy, and he enjoyed playing the dominant role.

Soon enough, he started fucking me wherever and whenever he wanted — in the kitchen during dinner, in front of Netflix, first thing in the morning. Whenever he felt like it, my mouth and my ass were his to use. And I loved it. There’s nothing like a hot load of Arab cum straight down your throat to start the day right.

He’d grab my head, fuck my face deep, shoot his load, spit in my mouth, kiss me, and I’d swallow with a thank you. I licked his armpits to soak in that thick masculine musk, sucked his heavy, cum-filled balls, kissed every inch of his sweat-soaked skin after the gym. The only off-limit area? His ass. I’m almost strictly a bottom, but I love eating ass — still, he wasn’t into it. Too bad.

When he dumped me, I was crushed… but only for two days. Forty-eight hours later, I was getting pounded like the filthy bitch I am by a well-hung stud from Unitedmen. We’d been talking for a while anyway — because even though my Algerian dom had the attitude, he never fully satisfied me.

I’m a total cumslut. I need cock — constantly — in my mouth, in my ass, ideally both at once. As soon as I was single, I went wild. Guys at mine, at theirs, in my car, at the sauna… non-stop.

One night in June, bored at home with nothing going on, I got a hit on Unitedmen:
"Arab dom for submissive gay."

He was a young Algerian student, 10 years younger than me (I was 32 then), newly arrived in France, living in student housing just around the corner.
He asked if I was ready to submit.
You don’t have to ask me twice.

Twenty minutes later, I was standing outside his dorm. The place was quiet — not many students around, just a few from international programs. I , went up, .
"Come in," he said.

I opened the door and walked in.
There he was — sprawled in a desk chair, stark naked. His thick Arab cock — a solid 7 inches, minimum — stood tall and proud, filling the room with a heavy, musky scent.
He motioned for me to come closer.

As soon as I reached him, he stood up, grabbed me by the throat, and slapped me hard across the face. Then he fxxced my mouth open and spat straight into it.
“On your knees, kahba.”
I dropped immediately.

He sank back into the chair while I started sucking him off like a champ — deepthroat, tongue teasing his cut head, slurping his slit, licking his shaft, and devouring those hairy, heavy balls. His nuts slapped against my face every time I took him all the way down. It was perfect.

Eventually, he stood me up, bent me over, spat on my hole, and rammed into me hard. No warm-up. Just raw, filthy sex right there on the dirty dorm floor.

The room reeked of man sweat and funk. Dirty clothes in the corner, black pubes stuck to the stained tiles, leftover pizza on the desk, balled-up sheets on a saggy mattress. In short: the perfect setting for a worthless fag like me.

As he railed me, he spat insults in Arabic, slapped my ass, yanked my hair to arch my back, fxxced my mouth open to spit again, then shoved me back into position and kept fucking.

I was in heaven.

After 20 minutes of being fucked, I told him I was about to cum from how good he was fucking me. He grinned, jerked me off roughly, and when I exploded, he used my own cum to lube up my hole and went right back in for round two. He was insatiable.

A few minutes later, he slammed in deep, shouted something in Arabic, and dumped a thick load into me. I felt every hot pulse of Arab cum fill my cunt like a bitch in heat.

He pulled out, dropped into his chair again, and shoved his dripping cock in my face. I cleaned him up with my tongue, not wanting to waste a single drop. And as I licked him clean, I saw his cock getting hard again.

Round two was coming.

While I worked his cock, he started fingering my stretched-out hole. One finger. Then two. Then three.
It was soaking wet — I could hear it.
After a few minutes, the fourth finger slid in.

Wait… no way… was this really happening?

My ultimate fantasy was about to come true.

To be a real Black-and-Arab bitch, you need a few things:
— Perfect anal hygiene (regular enemas, always ready)
— No limits (true obedience means true depravity)
— A well-trained cunt (dildos getting thicker, longer every day)

But the final step…
The holy grail of faggotry…
The fist.

And here he was, stretching me open, his long, elegant Arab hand slick with spit and cum.
Splotsh, splotsh — it was messy, wild.

He opened his nightstand and handed me a brown bottle.
“Sniff deep, you dirty bitch. I’m going to colonize your hole. Your fag pussy won’t survive this.”

I huffed the popss hard.
I love popss — I go through industrial amounts now.
Not a day goes by without me jerking off with a fat black dildo in my ass and another one in my mouth, watching the filthiest scenes I can find.

That night with my Algerian dom set off a spiral — a wild ride into deeper obedience under the rule of dominant Black and Arab studs.

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One last sniff, and I felt his entire hand glide inside me.
"You’re mine now, kahba. A real Arab cockslut. You’ll never get enough. You’ll always want more."

At least, I think that’s what he said.
The orgasm was so intense I barely remember.

All I know is…
He was right.
I’d finally become the slut I was always meant to be.
And my real life — the life of a bitch — had just begun.