Sex stories

Yesterday afternoon, I got a text from Boss Djamel:
— You free tonight, slut?
— Always free for you, Boss.
— Good lady. I expected no less. Put on a jock, shove in a plug, and be ready at 8 p.m.

At exactly 8, I step outside. He’s already parked, waving me in.
As soon as I sit in the passenger seat, he pulls his joggers down to his thighs—no underwear. His thick cock’s already half-hard.
Boss Djamel grins:
— Go on, slut. Enjoy it. We’ve got a 15-minute drive. Got a little surprise lined up for you tonight.

I dive in eagerly, swallowing his cock. It thickens immediately in my throat.
While driving, he says:
— I know how much you love being handed around like a toy. Tonight, we're heading to the Sling.

The Sling is a rough sex club in Lille—dark, grungy basement vibes, shady corners, barely any lights, just the way we like it. And of course, a room with the sling hanging dead center.

He parks nearby and pays our entry.
Inside, he turns to me:
— Keep your jock on, plug stays in, shoes and socks too. I brought a little gift for you.

He pulls out a leather collar and leash. My cock twitches. I’m already dripping.
— Tonight, you’re mine. I decide everything. What you do, who uses you, how long they use you. Understood, slut?
— Yes, Boss. You own me.

He kisses me hard, then tugs the leash.
— Let’s go show the crowd what a good bitch I’ve got.

We head downstairs. I walk ahead, he follows, leash tight. It’s busy—Saturday night.
We circle the corridors twice. Some guys stare. Others kiss or grab my ass.
Djamel’s smug. He knows exactly what kind of prize he’s showing off.

— On your knees, he commands.
I drop immediately, licking his sneakers, working my way up. I take his cock deep.
He spits, slaps, xxxes me a little. Growls insults while facefucking me raw.

A small group gathers. A few are jerking off. Djamel laughs:
— She’s starving tonight. Once I’ve emptied my balls, the sling is yours, men.

He yanks the leash and leads me into the sling room.
I know what’s coming next.
To be continued...