Gay sex stories & erotic tales

The city's cellars are an endless labyrinth of worn concrete, rusty dripping pipes and tagged walls. There you are, at the bottom of this hole, for a shot with two scum, hot-blooded Arabs, thick cocks and hanging balls full of juice. You're a real slut, your smooth pussy already open, ready to be taken apart. The bottle of popss is lying next to you, and you know it's going to be used to open you up even more.

Every now and then, he'd let out a little moan and I'd feel a droplet of semen bead up, which I'd lick off mouthfuls. As Lahkdar looked all clumsy with his jogging suit down, I made him lie down on my bed, pillows under his back so he could enjoy the show. I then took his whole dick in my mouth and held it for several seconds at the back of my throat,

he was standing in front of me with his big cock at mouth level, moving back and forth in my slutty face when his phone started ringing, quietly he answers and I hear him say he's being pumped by an old gay

Once finished, he allows me to kneel but not stand so he can stay taller than me. "I never want to hear you say no to an order I give you again. You want to play bitch? Then I'll train you like a real bitch". He still had his dick out and my face was right at his level.

You find yourself in a disused factory, a dark place where concrete oozes and flickering neon lights cast ominous shadows. The atmosphere is heavy, charged with erotic tension. Tonight, you've got a rendezvous for a clandestine plan, reserved for the most daring.