Sex stories

As I’ve shared in previous stories, I’ve been Master Djamel’s little bitch for five years now. His insane charisma, his commanding voice, his dream body, that thick cock… everything about him drives me wild. He does whatever he wants with me — and I crave it.

Last Saturday was my birthday. I had planned a small get-together with about ten friends at my place. Around 2 PM, Djamel calls me:

— Happy birthday, my little slut. I hope you’re not planning anything tonight, because I’ve got a surprise party set up for you. Be at my place by 8.

Of course, I couldn’t say no. I belong to him. So I came up with a fake excuse to cancel my evening plans. Told everyone I was sick so I could be free without raising suspicion.

Right at 8, I ring Djamel’s doorbell. I can hear music, laughter, voices behind the door. A guy opens up — young Arab dude, street style, confident and masculine. First thing he says:

— You the bitch we’re celebrating tonight?

The way he talks to me gets me instantly hard. I don’t even have time to answer — he grabs my arm and pulls me into the living room.

Five guys — Arab men in their late 20s to 40s — are lounging on the couches. Sip, , jokes flying around. The vibe is raw, masculine, hot. Djamel locks eyes with me and says:

— Happy birthday, my bitch! Since you’re into big Arab dicks, I invited some bros over. Tonight, you’re the gift.

He hands me a soda and tells me to get comfortable. I sit down, chat a bit, but I can feel their eyes devouring me. A couple of them start rubbing their cocks through their tracksuits. I’m like a dog in heat — already dripping. Djamel sees it in my eyes and laughs:

— Go on, enjoy yourself, little slut. All these hard cocks full of cum are just waiting for your holes.

I drop to my knees without hesitation. I start sucking one cock, then another... Within minutes I’m surrounded by five rock-hard dicks. Heaven. A finger slides into my ass, then another — no warning.

— Damn, that hole’s nice and loose, one guy says.

— Don’t worry, she can take it. She loves it. Go all in, she’ll beg for more, Djamel replies.

Then… fireworks. One after another, they fucked me like the little slut I am. Three hours straight. My mouth never empty, always a cock to suck while another slammed my hole.

Djamel had laid down the rule: every guy had to cum in my mouth, and I had to swallow everything. Each load of cum was my birthday cake. And me, like a good little bitch, I swallowed it all, licking their cocks clean one by one.

When it was over, I was spent. My ass sore, but my heart full. Blissed out like never before.

Thank you, Master Djamel. That was the birthday of my dreams.