Owned by Arab and Black Doms – My Life as a Submissive Slut Begins - 5
Published on 17/04/2025
The potes are ready, and the night’s kicking off. When Walid, a 30-year-old Algerian stud with a piercing stare, drops those words, a jolt of excitement hits me. I’m 28, and one of my wildest fantasies is about to go down. It’s midnight, and I’m buck-naked, on all fours on a bench in a gritty apartment in the projects. Around me, ten dudes, all in their 20s or 30s, jacked, tatted, with thick, glistening cocks pointed at my mouth and ass. These are Walid’s men, dominant but chill, who invited me for a wild ride. Walid, the alpha, already warmed me up solo, and now he’s sharing the spotlight.
— You good, man? Walid asks, smirking.
— Hell yeah, I’m all in, I reply, voice rough, already rock-hard.
Issa, a 30-year-old Senegalese giant, 6’6” of chiseled muscle, steps up. His dick’s a man, inches from my lips. I start sucking, slow, tasting his salty precum. — Go for it, dude, enjoy, he growls. I work it, my hand sliding over his shaft, too big to grip fully. Walid laughs:
— Told ya, Issa, this guy’s horny as fuck. Last time, me and Abdel had him moaning, right?
— Damn straight, says Abdel, a hairy-chested dude. He takes it like a champ.
Kader, another bro, moves behind me. — You cool, man? he asks, spitting in his hand to lube up.
— Yeah, I’m ready, I say, pumped. He slides in slow, his thick cock filling my ass. I moan, pleasure hitting hard. Kader thrusts, strong but steady, and I’m loving every second. It’s raw, intense, but never too rough. Issa speeds up in my mouth, and I feel him about to blow. He grunts, unloads, and I swallow, hungry. Kader picks up the pace, then cums inside me, hot, before pulling out.
The guys take turns, each one checking I’m good. Nassim asks, “Mouth or ass?” I pick mouth, and he gives me a facial, a kinky vibe we both dig. For two hours, it’s a fuckfest of sweat and testosterone, but always consensual. Between rounds, I catch my breath, and the guys hand me water, making sure I’m holding up.
When it’s over, Walid nods for me to sit by them. They’re chilling on the couches, smoking hookah. — Check out their kicks, dude, Walid says, grinning. I pull off their TNs, revealing sweaty socks that add to the vibe. I tease them, licking a toe or two, and they up.
— Thanks, Walid, I say, for real.
— For what, man? he asks, raising an eyebrow.
— For this night. For hooking me up with such hot dudes.
— Hear that, potes? Walid shouts. He’s hooked! We gotta do this again!
We end up chilling together, smoking, talking, laughing. I’m one of the crew, even if I’m their favorite hookup. Can’t wait for next week.
