Sex stories

Wassup homies. Name’s Malik, 27, lean Arab bro from the block, ripped, always got 8 inches ready for whoever can handle it.
I already told y’all about that married daddy who drained my balls on a jog. We swapped numbers. A week later he hits me up:
– “Sup boss, you down to meet again?”
I let him sweat a bit before I text back:
– “Guess you liked it, huh?”
He goes:
– “Yeah, that was good.”
I finish it with:
– “Same spot, 6PM. I’ll feed you.”
From that day on, he was on my dick two times a week easy. Dude got hooked on my Arab cock. I didn’t mind – head game was fire. But real talk, I started checking out that tight little ass of his under those gym shorts. While he sucked me, I’d smack it, rub it, even slid my hand inside to touch his hole. He froze:
– “Nah man, sorry… still pretty back there.”
Bro, he’s xxxing on my dick, massaging my balls, calling himself a pretty… my finger right on his hole. From that second, my mission was clear: open his ass. Just the thought made me bust a fat nut down his throat. He swallowed, stood up. I grabbed his ass and told him:
– “I want that hole.”
He blushed:
– “Stop… I don’t know.”
– “Wrong answer. When your boss says he wants your ass, you bend over. Got it?”
Thought I scared him off. Two weeks later, text comes in:
– “Yo boss.”
I knew he was thirsty.
– “What you want?”
He waits, then:
– “To see you boss, possible?”
I hit back:
– “You know what I want.”
One hour later:
– “Ok, tomorrow then?”
– “You hosting?”
– “Yeah, wife and gone.”
Pulled up at 3PM. Dude’s nervous as fuck, pacing in his living room. I chill him out, pour a soda, touch his crotch. He cracks, whips out my dick, starts sucking like a king. I undress him slow, smack his ass, wet a finger, rub his . Hole tight as hell. I keep at it – one finger goes in, then two, then three. He’s moaning, torn between heat and intensity and pleasure.
Time’s right. I line up behind him, kiss my dick on his cheeks, spit down his , press the head against his ass. Tight as fuck, but it gives. His body jerks, he grips the couch, teeth clenched, screams:
– “Oh fuck!”
I hold still, rub his back, whisper in his ear:
– “Relax. Hard part’s done. Now it’s all pleasure.”
I push deeper, inch by inch, till my balls kiss his ass. Start slow strokes, short pumps, then longer, harder. He’s whining, taking it.
– “You like that, huh?”
– “Yeah… it’s good.”
That’s when I show him what it means to get fucked by an alpha. My thrusts hit harder, balls slapping, drilling him deep. I pull him upright, chest to chest, bite his ear, twist his nipples. Tell him to jack his dick.
– “I can’t get hard.”
– “Do it. It’ll come.”
And it did. Dude got a rock-solid boner, stroking fast. Suddenly he busts all over the couch, yelling, while I’m still pounding him. That dick made me wild. I explode in his ass, pumping him full.
I pull out, his hole gaping, dripping with my nut. I tell him:
– “Now you ain’t no pretty. That ass is mine.”
He’s laying there, wiped out, whispers:
– “Thanks boss.”
I grin:
– “Whenever you need 8 inches, call me.”
That was back in June. Since then, I’ve been hitting it regular. And trust me, that married daddy? Now he’s my little slut.