Sex stories

Yo, dudes, here’s the next chapter with Nassim, a hot 30-year-old Arab stud, hazel eyes, TN kicks glued to his feet, and a dick that runs the show. We got our routine down quick. I roll into work early, and Nassim loves me deep-throating him after I’ve checked out his TNs. But day four, too many people around, so no morning action. Lucky for me, Nassim hits me with a text: “10 a.m. break, second-floor dickter. Get ready, I want it quick.” My jeans are wet just reading it—this is gonna be fire.

Right on time, I’m in the bathroom, ready to get it on. I text him: “I’m good, boss, bring it.” He replies: “When I’m there, turn around, that’s it.” I wait, then spot his gray TNs under the door—same ones I’ve been eyeing all week. I unlock, drop my pants, and turn, already hard. Nassim steps in, pulls down his sweats, spits on his cock, and lines up behind me. He leans in and growls, “You ready, man?” I nod, “Hell yeah, go for it.” He rests a light hand on my hip, slides in slow and smooth, taking his time. I moan, and he says, “Own it, dude.” Once he’s deep, he starts thrusting, and I’m fucking loving it, totally lost in the heat.

Nassim’s all alpha, no question. He picks up the pace, his strokes strong but never too rough. I’m in heaven, trying not to moan too loud. His dick hits perfect, and I feel him getting close. I clench my ass to give him max pleasure, showing my boss I’m all in. Nassim grunts, loving it, and unloads. He grips my waist and whispers, “Fuck yeah, man. Keep it all, I’m out.” He pulls out, zips up, and bounces. I’m left there, panting, ass out at work, with his load dripping. New text: “Your ass is unreal. Swing by my place tomorrow before work, I’ll send the address.” More to come, men!