Sex stories

Last night, I had a scorching hot session with my boyfriend. He was fired up and pounded my ass good. Barely done, he got an urgent work call and bolted. I caught my breath, logged onto an app out of habit, and hopped in the shower. I had a bunch of messages, including one from a blank profile: “Hey slut, you into Arab cocks?” “Yeah, like all sluts,” I replied. “Looking for a little bitch to fuck in a discreet spot, quick plan, hooded for anonymity, down?” I hesitated but, with my guy gone, agreed if it wasn’t far. “Depends where,” I said. “Old WWII bunker,” he shot back. “OK, send location.” It was just 10 minutes away. “Cool, I can be there in 15.” “Perfect. Strip, hood up, kneel ready to suck and get fucked,” he instructed. “On my way!”
I threw on a short, grabbed my bag with lube and popss, and arrived in 10. Spotted the bunker, stepped in—it was cramped standing room only. Empty. I texted, “I’m here.” “Strip, hood on, kneel, slut,” he replied. I obeyed, stashing my stuff. Footsteps approached. A hooded Arab guy in just shorts, chiseled torso, appeared. “A real obedient little bitch!” he smirked. He dropped his shorts, revealing a thick cock. I eagerly sucked, gulping it down. He gripped my hair, fucking my mouth. “You love Arab cocks, slut!” He slapped my face, spat on me. “Answer!” “Yes, I love Arab cocks!” “Good . Say you’re a good .” “I’m a good , an Arab slut, a cum hungry!” “My men are gonna love the little bitch I found!” “What?” A light kiss, then back to mouth-fucking. “Never said I came alone! You wanted cock and cum—you’ll get it. Guys, come in, this bitch is ready to be fucked!”
Three more hooded, naked guys with hard cocks entered. My Arab freed my mouth, moved behind. I went doggy, ass up. He fingered me—one, then two, then three. “Fuck, slut, you’re well-stretched.” “My boyfriend fucked me before coming.” “Hope you’re tough—we’re gonna drill you!” He pressed his glans to my hole, spat on it and his cock, then slid in—wide as hell. I moaned. Fully in, he paused for me to adjust. I sniffed popss, arched my ass, spreading my cheeks. “Go for it, fuck me!” A hard thrust nearly toppled me. He gripped my hips, hammering my ass while I sucked his mates. After ten minutes, he pulled out. “Go for it, guys—I’ve opened this slut up, dive in!” They didn’t hesitate, railing my ass, spitting and insulting me. Two came deep inside, the others blasted my face and back. They vanished as they came.
I ditched the hood, gathered myself—fucking loved it. Grabbed my stuff, but my shorts were gone. Naked, covered in spit and cum, I headed to my car. Dick—a car parked next to mine. A guy, total hood rat vibe, stepped out. “Hey man, you okay?” “Yeah, I’m good.” “Want me to take you to the cops?” “No worries, I’m fine!” “Nah, I’ll drive you.” “No, I wasn’t mistreated —just got fucked good!” He was stunned. I stumbled, catching myself on his joggers, landing on my knees—noticed his bulge. Fuck, he was hard. I locked eyes, pulled out his cock, and sucked, drooling all over. “Let go, I’m not gay!” I kept going. “Sure you want me to stop?” He grabbed my hair, mouth-fucking me for minutes. I stood, he pressed against my car. I turned, and he plunged into my ass. “Fuck, I’m not gay!” “Do it, fuck me, who cares!” He pounded me, groaning with pleasure. “Your ass is too good. I wanna breed you.” “Go for it, fuck me, give me your load!” “Haven’t cum in a week, gonna fill you up!” He unloaded deep, and I cleaned his cock in thanks. We got in our cars, and I headed home where my boyfriend waited.
“Fuck, where were you? Naked?” “A hookup.” “Soon as I’m gone, you get fucked—you’re such a slut!” “Yeah, a true bitch—I just took four Arabs in a bunker, then a hood rat on the lot.” “Hope they filled you good. Come here, let me pack it in!” I went doggy, ass out. “Fuck me, I’m wide open!” He didn’t hold back, slamming my ass. It burned, but I loved it, craving more. He came, sealing it all deep inside.