Sex stories

Yo cousin, I’m Malik, 27, Arab guy, packing 20cm to fill mouths, pussies, and asses! French dudes totally fantasize about us. Me, I’ve been bi for a long time. One of the guys I used to play soccer with on Wednesdays sucked me off and offered up his tight white twink ass—I destroyed it.
Not long before that, I took the prettyity of a posh lady. She acted all high and mighty in front of her friends, but once my dick was inside her, she screamed and loved every second. She even kept coming back for nearly a year.
Truth is, I enjoyed both—never chose, never needed to. I read your stories and up at all these little gay French dudes drooling over Arab cock. I say it’s only natural—we’re the real bosses, the alphas.
I’ve been with a cool lady for five years now. Chill family, suburban house, nothing fancy but real decent people. Her cousin from Canada came over last summer, apparently broke up with his lady and now he’s free to visit whenever.
Man, from the second I saw him, I couldn’t stand the guy. Know-it-all, always lecturing everyone—even his own parents can’t take him anymore.
I like to go running in the mornings before work. One day this dude wanted to come with me. After 100 meters, I picked up the pace just to get away from him. But he kept up. I had to say, “Look, you’re cool and all, but can you shut up? We’re running, just enjoy the moment.”
He got all condescending, started lecturing me. I pinned him to a tree, stared him down and said, “Don’t talk to me like that and quit busting my balls.”
He grabbed my crotch, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I’d rather drain them than bust them.”
I was thrown off, checked around—nobody in sight. Pushed him into the woods. He stumbled back till we hit a quiet spot. I dropped my shorts and said, “Get to work, slut.”
He went down on my dick like a champ, sucked me till I exploded in his mouth—he swallowed it all. I zipped up, he wiped his lips, winked, and we finished the run in silence. I couldn’t stop staring at his ass, thinking I’d love to fuck it sometime.
The next day, same spot—it happened. He wanted to just suck me off again but I showed him who’s boss. After a couple slaps and setting him straight, he turned around and said, “Go easy, I’m tight.”
I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll fix that.”
Fingered him, spat on his and hole, then shoved my dick in balls-deep. He winced and gritted his teeth, but he took it like they all do.
I pounded him hard, finished inside him while he jerked off and came on the tree. From that day, he became my cum hungry, my daily bitch who worshipped me like a king.
He went back to Canada, sent us some pics and messages. One was just for me—he’s at a party, a North African guy grabbing his crotch from behind, eyeing his ass. The message said, “You guys really are the bosses.”
Told you so.