It was an afternoon in Lille. I'd been looking for a guy to fuck for two hours. Normally I'm versatile but that day I wanted to get fucked hard. I was in a very submissive, very slutty headspace. I spent two hours on Grindr finding nothing, so I started watching videos on Citebeur. I fingered myself and then needed more, so I grabbed my dildo and switched it to vibrate mode. I moaned like crazy, my hole opening up and dilating. I started going out of my mind — I needed a real cock. I reopened Grindr and messaged a dom XL Arab profile. He replied. We got each other going. I sent him some pics of myself and he sent me one of him in a Barça jersey. He was a hot Arab guy, thirties, bearded, pretty muscular. I'm white, hairy and bearded, also in my thirties. He gave me his address and I headed over after 20 minutes of sexting. I arrived downstairs at his place. He came to get me: slides and socks, tight joggers, Barça jersey. Total street thug vibe. We barely said hello — he took me straight up to his place. Once inside I went straight to his bedroom. We kissed quickly, then he pushed me down to smell his cock swelling through his joggers. I sniffed it, breathed it in, loved it. He told me to strip completely. I ended up in just my jockstrap; he turned me around, loved what he saw, gave me a hard smack on the ass and said: "You're a real pretty slut, I love it." I went back to his cock. He pulled down his joggers, pulled down his underwear, and his cock appeared. Half-hard, uncut, pretty thick. I took it in my mouth. I licked it, savored it. He told me to take it all the way. So I started sucking him properly. It wasn't deep enough for him. He grabbed my head with both hands and shoved all 17 cm down my throat. I gagged a little. I felt his cock swelling in my throat. I looked up at him with watery eyes; he stared back and said firmly: "Take it." Three times. Then he spat on me. He let me go. I stuck out my tongue like a good bitch. He spat on me again. I loved it. He grabbed my cheek with one hand and his cock with the other and slapped me with it several times. His cock was now fully hard. 17 cm. A beautiful size with great thickness.

He then lay back, still in his lowered joggers. And I went back to his cock. I was straddling his right leg, my ass exposed through my open jockstrap, grinding it like a bitch in heat. And as I sucked him, I felt something touching my hole. It was his foot in his sock. I loved it so much. I started grinding on his leg. He was into it too and gave little kicks against my hole. We stared at each other. He said: "You're one hell of a whore! You really love Arab cock." With my mouth full of his dick I said yes. He flipped me over. I was straddling his hips. He asked if I was properly submissive. I answered yes. He ordered me to lick his feet. He had white socks that I started sniffing and then licking. Meanwhile he inspected my ass. Spanking. I moaned. I was so turned on that my hole was already wide open. He slid three fingers in with no problem. He was enjoying himself too. He seemed to love it, letting out deep masculine groans. I took off his socks and licked his feet thoroughly. Normally I'm not into feet but my master was ordering me to, so I obeyed. Every now and then I heard and felt big thick gobs of spit land on my hole.

After a while like that, he said firmly: "Move." I got up. He told me to get on my knees, hands behind my back. I obeyed. I stuck out my tongue because I wanted his cock so badly. He laughed. He grabbed my jaw with his right hand then slowly let his spit drip into my mouth, which I swallowed. He turned around. He took off his joggers and underwear, kept his jersey on. Put on a condom. He lay down on his back. I was still in position. He told me to come on top of him. At first he went very slowly — actually it was more me sliding down. My hole was so dilated from the excitement and from getting fingered that I took him to the hilt right away with no pain. He called me a good slut again. I agreed — I was a good slut in that moment. He then said: "Come on, work it like a whore." I didn't get it at first, then he said it more firmly: "Work it like a whore, I said! Make my cock feel good." At that moment it clicked. I ground on his cock, trying to do big back-and-forth strokes to really polish his dick. Obviously I moaned like a good bitch. He loved it. I was so turned on I was about to cum. I lifted myself off, took off my jockstrap. My cock, which had been tightly packed in, sprang free. The near-orgasm subsided. He looked at my cock — it's cut, nice and thick and veiny. We kept going like that for a bit, then he threw me onto the bed and flipped me over. He pounded me hard. In three positions. Mostly doggy and me lying flat on my stomach. I took it, I moaned. I loved it. So did he. Every now and then he grabbed my head, spat on me, or gave me a spank. To make my master feel even better, I arched my back hard and clenched all my muscles. He took my hands, pinned them behind my back, and kept pounding. It went on for about twenty minutes. We were both sweating hard. I could feel him starting to cum. He pressed up against me, slipped one arm under my neck, grabbed my hair with the other hand, then whispered in my ear: "You're a good slut. Now I'm going to fill you up. That's it, moan like that, dirty bitch. I'm going to fill your little whore hole. You served me well, slut." Then his thrusts became more intense and more frequent and I heard him cum. He stayed inside me for a moment. Lay down on top of me. Then pulled out. He took off the condom. He got up. He ordered me to finish myself off. I started jerking and came pretty quickly. He handed me some wipes and told me to get out. I didn't even get a second round. I got dressed. My ass was on fire but I was satisfied. In the elevator on the way down I felt something wet in my hair — it was his spit! I had truly been a good bitch.