Sex stories

I wake up groggy, head spinning, mouth dry. I’m lying on a worn mattress in a dim basement, naked except for my socks. No clothes, no phone, no keys. I feel raw, like I’ve been used hard—and when I reach behind me, my hole is wet, stretched, still dripping.
What the fuck happened?
The door creaks open. A tall, muscular guy steps in. I recognize him. Faruk. We hooked up once before—him, me, and my boyfriend. A dominant Arab stud with a thick cock and a natural air of control.
He smirks when he sees me.
“Look who’s excited. My little slut.”
My voice is dry. “What am I doing here?”
He crouches down, enjoying a firm hand on my thigh.
“You really don’t remember? You were a fucking raw last night. You and your boyfriend came to the bar where I work—sodas were flowing, dares were flying. You started teasing me every time you came to order. Then I asked if you wanted to come play with me and my men after hours. You said, ‘Ask my man.’ So I did.”
Faruk grins.
“Your boyfriend didn’t hesitate. Told me to enjoy myself. While you were taking a piss, he gave me the green light. Said he'd take care of the other guys while I ‘handled’ you.”
He pulls out my phone and opens a video.
I see myself. On all fours. Reckless. Gagging on a cock, then begging for another. Four guys take turns using my mouth and my ass while I moan like a porn star in heat.
I watch, mesmerized—and I feel myself getting hard.
“You didn’t hold back, baby,” Faruk says, palming his thick cock through his sweatpants. “You begged for it. And now… I think you need a little reminder.”
I don’t answer. I just slide between his legs.
I lick his cock through the fabric, slow and hungry, until he finally pulls it out and feeds it to me. His hand finds the back of my head, pushing me deeper with each thrust.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Good twink.”
His control is effortless, confident, sexy. He fucks my face gently at first, then rougher. And I give myself over completely.
Minutes later, he pulls back and tosses me my clothes.
“Time to go. But don’t worry—I’m not done with you.”
I walk into our apartment later that day, still buzzing. My boyfriend is already in bed with the submissive guy from last night, face buried in his ass. Another thick-dicked guy stands nearby, stroking himself.
My man looks up, smirking.
“Good job last night, slut. You made us all proud. Now come here—we’re not finished with you yet.”
I obey without hesitation, stripping as I walk.
The second guy grins as I approach. His cock is thick and ready. I drop to my knees, lick the head, then impale myself on it with a moan. The first bottom watches, a little jealous maybe—but I don’t care. I’m not here for anyone’s approval.
I’m here to serve.
This is the life I was made for. No limits. No shame. Just pure, shared pleasure. And last night was only the beginning.