Sex stories

Yo, it’s Marco, 19, a total flop at university, stuck repeating a year. One noon, I hit the bathroom and stumbled on a sight that froze me—my math teacher, Hamid, jerking off! His cock was stunning, and I couldn’t stop staring. Three days later, same deal, and soon I was checking every noon. After three weeks, on a Tuesday, he muttered without looking up, “Come finish me—I know you’ve been watching for days!” Instinct or lust, who knows, but I joined him and stroked him without hesitation! As he neared climax, he turned and said, “You’re gonna taste it!” He bent me, shoved his cock in my mouth, and unloaded!
A month passed with no bathroom action from him, but one evening after class, he slipped me a note: “Meet me tonight at X Bar!” It’s a Moroccan-run spot, and I was freaking out but went anyway. He was there, waved me over, and ordered sodas. The talk was : “You liked sucking my dick and swallowing my load—wanna do it again?” “Maybe, I dunno,” I mumbled. “Okay, university’s university—no more there! Now I’m heading to the john—you’ve got three minutes to join and suck, or leave!” He headed off, and three minutes later, his cock was in my mouth. After a solid suck, his load was down my throat. “Good, you’ll make a fine slut!” he grinned.
“Now I’m gonna fuck your ass—two options: leave or strip that ass bare!” “Fuck me!” I snapped, dropping my pants. When he was balls-deep, he said, “Now you’re ours!” After seeding my ass, he gave me two slaps, then yelled, “His ass is up for grabs!” After filling my stomach and breeding me at the bar, my “teacher” offered me as free use in the bathroom. Next up, naturally, was the bar owner, who took me hard. I wasn’t cocky anymore, far from it. Then my prof returned with a question: “We can stop now, no follow-up, or tell me what you really want and where this goes!” My first reply? “Fuck me again!” His response hit: “You want Arab cocks, so you’ll be their slut—or suck me off, swallow, and we’re done. Thirty minutes to decide, pull up your pants, grab a soda!”
Back at the bar, 25 or 30 Arabs, no prof in sight, and 30 minutes to choose. I downed two sodas fast, catching the owner staring hard. I stood, approached, and said, “I think I’m hooked on Arabs, sir—where is he?” “Follow me, we need to talk!” Upstairs, I opened the door as told and got a massive kiss with an order: “Strip now!” I was dragged to the living room where my prof was naked. Barely a glance before the bar owner stripped too! My prof announced, “Here’s the new slut we wanted! Want her? Come take all!” I sucked hard, earning another big kiss: “Don’t forget the mister!” Long moments of sucking followed, him repeating, “You’re an Arab slut,” until I admitted, “Yes, I’ll be a good slut for you!”
The mister ordered me to impale myself on his cock. Deep inside, he said, “Become a true slut for us,” and my prof joined in with his! In five minutes, both had cum inside me, and I kept saying, “I’ll be your slut!”