Sex stories

I am Samira, a transvestite from Clermont-Ferrand. It was around 11 p.m. when I walked into a small bar. I sat down at a table and ordered a coffee. The bar owner, a man in his forties of North African origin, served me and told me he would be closing soon.

I saw him talking with the two other customers at the counter. The three of them were looking at me, and one of them recognized me.

“Are you Samira?”
“Yes, why?”
“I know you. You’re Farid from Montferrand’s whore. I fucked you at his place.”

“That’s possible. What’s your name?”
“Djamel.”

Meanwhile the owner had closed the bar, and the four of us were alone. Djamel came toward me, immediately pulled out his cock and pushed it into my mouth.

“Come on, suck, slut. You came here for that, didn’t you?”

I started sucking him without asking questions. Mmm… a nice cock. When I looked beside me, I saw the other North African guys jerking off.

“Look guys, I told you it was her. She only gets fucked by Arabs. She’s a good whore. Come on, suck us.”

I moved from one cock to another — three thick, heavy cocks. Djamel then took control. He put me on the table, lifted my abaya — which I always wear without panties, only stockings and garters — and started licking me while insulting me. Then he penetrated me roughly while I kept sucking the bar owner, Aziz, and the other guy, whose name was Kader. I sucked them one after another while Djamel kept pounding me.

Then he pulled out and Aziz immediately took his place, thrusting hard as well. After him, Kader replaced him and fucked me just as roughly. They took turns with me for more than an hour, insulting me and spitting on my face while laughing together.

Kader was the first to finish inside me — I felt his seed fill me. Then Djamel said:

“My turn. I’m going to fill her up.”

He finished inside me too, leaving me dripping with cum. Aziz then put me on my knees and pushed his cock deep down my throat before emptying himself there.

Exhausted and completely filled with their cum, we all sat down to catch our breath. They congratulated me:

“Samira, you’re a good whore. Now you’re known for that. The coffee is on the house — come back whenever you want. And if you like Arab guys that much, I can invite some friends.”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

“Give me your number.”

“See you soon for my next visit.”

If you’re looking for a submissive, veiled slut for Arab men, you’ll find me in Clermont-Ferrand.