Sex stories

Ever since I met my Algerian dom, I’ve become an insatiable cum lover, constantly craving Black and Arab cock. One dick, two, in pairs, threesomes, or more — I’m always on the hunt for virile, dominant men who can try (and fail) to quench my thirst for cock. Spoiler: it only gets worse.

I’ve got two ultimate kinks: young Arab studs with their stiff, eager cocks — full of stamina and hunger — and older guys, in their 40s or 50s, with thick dicks and that raw, commanding energy that makes my hole melt. Whenever I cross paths with a man like that, my mind switches off, my submissive instincts take over, and I stop being responsible for anything I do.

That night, I headed to the sauna to “relax a little” — meaning, get drained by a few horny stallions. In the locker room, I felt a few eyes land on me. I’m easy to clock — I switch to total sub mode the second a Black or Arab guy walks in, and it shows. A few prime pieces of meat caught my attention. I kept an eye on them, hoping I’d run into them again later.

After a quick shower, I slipped into the steam room. The heat hit me in the face and the humidity wrapped around me like a xxxx — perfect after a long week. Through the mist, I spotted a Moroccan daddy alone on the bench. His heavy balls hung low, and above them was a thick, half-hard cut cock. Eye candy… soon to be mouth candy, I told myself.

I walked over and sat beside him. We exchanged a few looks. I reached toward his thigh, and he grabbed my hand, placing it directly on his cock. It stiffened after just a few strokes.

— On your knees, he said. No small talk. Just how I like it. The man knew what he wanted — and I was ready to give it to him.

I barely had time to kneel between his legs before he grabbed my head and started fucking my throat deep. His cock wasn’t long, but it was thick, and it stuffed me good. I kissed a few times, but he didn’t stop. Around us, guys were watching. I loved being on display. I’m a regular here, and my reputation as a Black-and-Arab cock slut definitely follows me.

After three or four minutes, he bottomed out, buried in my throat, and pumped out a few sharp, hot spurts. I swallowed every drop eagerly. As I cleaned his cock, I felt his hand teasing my hole — already prepped before coming here: douche, dildo, plug — the holy trinity.

Two fingers slipped in easily. The third started to stretch me, but without lube, it got tricky. He stood up. No big deal — I knew I’d see him again tonight.

After a soda at the bar, I snuck into the maze of corridors and arrived at my favorite spot: the backroom.

This is where I truly let go. In this dark, filthy haven, I can give myself up without limits. When I entered, guys were touching, watching, sucking — but nothing too wild yet. I knew things would heat up once I started offering myself.

Then I spotted him.

A young Arab guy with a long, slender cock — easily 20cm. He looked about 20 or 22, but he had the sharp eyes and calm confidence of an experienced dom. His torso was tight, abs carved out, arms pumped from the gym. I was melting already.

I walked past him and stared, standing a little taller than him — a tease. And like the confident Arab stud he was, he took that as a challenge. That was the plan.

He stepped up, grabbed me lightly by the throat — not rough, just firm — pressed me against the wall, and spit in my face playfully, then gave me a soft kiss.

— So you’re that needy little bitch, huh? I’ve seen you around. Total cock-hungry slut. Don’t worry, I got you.

He led me to a bench in the middle of the backroom and positioned me on all fours. Around us, a few dicks were already stiffening. Hands were stroking. The energy was building.

He stood in front of me, cock at eye level, and started fucking my mouth hard. His thick head tapped my throat over and over — I kissed at first, then adapted to his intense rhythm. No pause, no feelings — just pure dominance. I alternated deep throat strokes, ball licking, nose buried in his pubes — god, he smelled so fucking good.

And then I felt something at my hole.

Slick fingers.

I glanced back.

The Moroccan daddy was back. And this time, he was ready to fuck me.

He smeared lube all over me — thick and cold — and lined up his now rock-hard, heavy cock at my greedy hole. My ass opened instantly, as if it had been waiting just for him. He pushed in slowly, but completely. My slutty hole took him without protest.

He started fucking me with strong, deep strokes — not viril, just full and confident. While the young rebeu in front of me kept pounding my mouth, filling my throat with cock, I felt completely used — and completely alive.

A few deep thrusts later, the young guy — Walid, I’d learn later — pulled in tight and exploded in my mouth. A massive load that I sucked down with joy. I made sure his cock was clean, licking it until the last drop was gone, just as the Moroccan daddy pushed in deep one last time and filled my hole with his thick, warm cum.

He pulled out, satisfied, and left.

But Walid didn’t.

His cock was still rock hard — and judging by the look in his eyes, he wasn’t done with me.

But that…
I’ll tell you about next time.