Arab stallion to pussy slave

He was forbidden to wash for two days and the smell of the smeared shit on his chest pungent the whole cell. When he lay still, blowflies would sit on his chest and crawl through his sticky chest hair. So he tried to keep moving as much as he could, training hard in hopes that the sweat would wash the shit off, but the smell just spread over his body. As the stinking Arab paced up and down the cell, chasing away or killing the flies around him with waving hands, he kept wondering how things would go on with him.

On the morning of the third day, Akshay walked into the basement before work and had a gym bag in hand. Manhor feared that he would be punished again with nipple clamps and that terrible chastity belt, whatever he would have done wrong.

“Puhhh!” Groaned Akshay, “What stinks so badly here! Time to clean up! ”With these words he pushed the bag through the cell grille. In it was a fluffy white towel the size of a bath sheet, which still slightly exuded the smell of fabric softener. On it was a bar of soap, which Manhor grabbed like someone dying of thirst would grab a bottle of water and hold it to his nose. Toothpaste and a toothbrush were also provided. In addition, there were fresh, light gray jogging shorts and a white tank top with Gold's Gym print.

“Today we have a good friend as our guest, so I want you to show yourself from your best side. I'll come after work and take care of your beard and hairstyle, until then, clean up! "

The cellar door hadn't quite closed when the Arab was already hanging over the toilet and dipping the old cleaning rag into the basin. He wanted to leave the clean towel unused for as long as possible, until the coarsest dirt was washed off. For more than an hour he moistened one part of the body after the other, soaped it intensively and ran water over it to rinse it off. The stinking smell slowly disappeared and was masked by the lavender scent of the soap.

When he was sure that he had washed off all the sperm, all the shit, sweat and saliva, he took the towel and wrapped himself in it to dry. As he put the toothbrush in his mouth and made the first circulating movements, a pain ran through him. His gums appeared to have receded and become very sensitive from the many days his teeth were not cleaned. He brushed more carefully, hoping the toothbrush wouldn’t be taken away so that his teeth could recover, which he was used to look after so well.

He pulled on the shorts and the tank top and wanted to sit on his bed. But before he sat down, he saw the brown streaks that had streaked the mattress from sweat and poop. The flies that had previously pounced on his body now crawled calmly around on the mattress. At first he considered simply turning the mattress over, but feared that the smell would still linger. So he pulled the smeared bed pad to the toilet, put it upright on the wall next to it, took a rag, soap and toothbrush and began to brush the upholstery piece by piece with the bristles of the toothbrush and the soap. When, after hard work, an at least evenly gray color of the mattress indicated that the coarsest dirt had been removed and a brownish puddle with small bubbles of soap had formed on the floor in front of it, he carried the mattress back to the bed frame and laid it down to dry. He took the rag and was just about to begin wiping away the old poop puddle on the floor when he caught himself falling down involuntarily as if magnetically attracted, he bowed his head and formed his lips into a kissable mouth to slurp off the lightly smelly puddle. The slightly bitter taste reminded him of licking his own shit off his lips a few days ago. But there were other aromas hidden here. The water tasted salty with sweat and the taste of the soap was subliminal, but he believed he could perceive citrus aromas. It wasn't until he'd sucked and licked more than a quarter of the puddle that he realized it. Startled, he checked whether he had messed up his fresh top, and was reassured that it was still shiny white everywhere. A thread of brown cleaning water ran out from between his lips, but he managed to stop it in time with a swipe of his forearm. He wiped the rest of the puddle with the rag and squeezed out the water in the toilet.

"I have to brush my teeth again!" Shot through his head. He took the toothbrush and looked at the slightly brown brushes. With a shrug of indifference, he put a strip of toothpaste on it and began another five-minute dental routine.

A few hours later his master came back and was initially satisfied with the visible cleaning success of his slave. He put a stool in the middle of the room and ordered Manhor to sit down and stretch his arms towards the ceiling. With the straps and rubber bands he fixed his arms again so that the slave could no longer lower them and his hairy armpits were exposed.

“I've seen the latest recordings! Hopefully your mouth is nice and clean, I don't want our guest to taste shit while kissing! ”Akshay explained, while he pulled the rubber bands tight. "This is necessary because we also have to take care of your armpits!" Akshay continued.

He took out a shaving brush and a razor and lathered Manhor's neck and cheeks, massaging the foam warm and soft onto the stubbly skin. Then he took the knife, put a towel over his forearm, and began shaving.

“First of all, let's shape the beard contour!” The knife skilfully slid over the Arab's neck and scraped off the stubble up to the chin line. Then the upper part of the beard was pulled straight to the cheek and the sideburns. Akshay wiped off the foam with the towel and corrected a few more spots.

"That's a lot better!" He stated with satisfaction and took out a cordless beard trimmer.

"BRRRRRR!" it started and shortened the remaining beard, which had reached an unkempt length in a good week, to modern three-day stubble. With the same machine he began to shave the neck out and to trim Manhor's undercut back into shape with a cutting attachment.

"I forgot the gel!" He said sadly and pretended to have to think about it, but as he spoke he took out a hairbrush with soft bristles and a shallow bowl. "Then this has to work!" He put the bowl on the floor in front of Manhor, knelt in front of the tied, freshly shaved Arab and pulled his cock out of his pants.

"Something's still missing! This doesn't make me horny to wank!" He got up and took the razor, opened it and placed it with the sharp blade first across the slave's mouth, so that the blade rested close to the corners of his mouth and was carried by his tongue. “Don't move, or you'll cut yourself, and that would be a shame! And don't let it fall out of your mouth, who knows, it might end up with the sharp blade on your Arabian cock or slide over one of your stiff nipples! ”He took a step back and let out a delighted cry. "Wow, that looks great! Now I get a boner!"

Then he began kneeling in front of Manhor to wank his cock over the bowl, looking intensely at his slave with the knife in his mouth and it didn't take long until his juice ran out of the big cock into the bowl.

"Now we have our gel too!" He triumphed. “Or is that hair wax? Just look how thick and sticky it is! ”He held the bowl under the Arab's nose so that he was afraid he would hit the razor with it and press it further into his mouth. In fact, the bowl was almost full to the brim with sticky white semen.

Manhor saw how the hairbrush was dipped into the sperm and his master hovered over his head with the brush, in order to then bring his hairstyle into shape with the sperm-soaking bristles.

"That's it, looks good on you! A beautiful wave of hair and it shines so beautifully in your black hair. Can you smell how my man's scent settles on you, how it penetrates the roots of your hair? Nice horny Indian sperm in your shiny black hair, gives you even more glow! "

When he finished with the hair there was still some semen left in the bowl. Manhor had kept still the whole time, fearing the razor might hurt him. But now Akshay began to comb the hair in his armpits with the brush and to shape it with sperm. It tickled and he couldn't contain himself despite the knife in his mouth.

"STPPPP, NNNT MMYYYY PIIIIIIITTTTSSSS!" He muttered and fidgeted a little. Akshay took the razor out with pity and folded it to one side.

“But your armpits will also be full of slime, slave, they must smell nice and full and ripe for me! But you are welcome to laugh at it! "

And so he went on, smeared his juice with the brush into the armpits of his prisoner, combed them out well with long straight strokes, while the Arab writhed in his noose, giggling and laughing.

"So, now only a little deodorant is missing!" Akshay finished the care procedure, knelt in front of Manhor and spat once vigorously into each armpit. "Check out what it smells like now ... the scent has to be much more intense for you now that you have been freshly washed by yourself. Come on, have a try! "

The Arab turned his head to the left and pressed his nose close to his armpit. The intense smell of his master's sperm reached him and he could not avoid sticking out his tongue and touching his armpit hair with the special topping.

"Yes, my armpits, so stinking of you master, so manly, beautiful hairy armpits on muscular male arms ... sweet sperm sticks my armpit hair, so cool ...!" Had Akshay not stopped him, he would have completely spoiled the styling by licking his armpit hair clean with his tongue.

“Stop licking, I know you like it, but leave something for our guest! He should come any minute! So let's go upstairs! "

They didn't have to wait long before the doorbell rang and Akshay ordered Manhor in his sports outfit to open the door. He knew that his slave would not flee. And if he tried, Gianni could stop him without a problem.

“Wow!” He heard Gianni's voice in the hallway, “I call that a delicious man. All those beautifully defined muscles and that male body hair, you're just as hairy as me! The two of us could almost go out as brothers or twins! Both so masculine and hot! Great ass, I'll definitely taste that later! "

The two came back into the living room. Akshay greeted Gianni with a hug and they sat down on the sofa next to each other and instructed Manhor to squeeze between them. He did what he was told and felt the warmth radiating from both of their bodies.

Gianni was a few centimeters taller than he was, had an incredibly wide back with shoulders like watermelons and strong upper arms, which Manhor could even tell through the white business shirt the Italian wore. He also wore a light gray and silver tie that exactly mirrored the color of his husky eyes. In his life Manhor had never seen such light gray eyes that looked like gates to another world in his distinctive Italian face with thick dark eyelashes and strong eyebrows. Gianni seemed to have freshly shaved, Manhor smelled the freshness of the after-shave. Even so, an even, dark shadow of his beard was visible on his broad, angular jaw. The Italian's dark medium-length hair was gelled loosely backwards in a wavy manner.

Without any small talk, a strong hand of the Italian grabbed his chin, the hand seemed almost as big as his whole face, and pulled his head towards him. Willing and knowing what was being asked of him, he parted his lips and let the Italian's tongue enter his mouth.

Manhor's hand grabbed the neck of the muscular Italian, felt the strong neck muscles, so much harder and more defined than his own, and pressed Gianni's lips even tighter on his in a warm, moist kiss, in which her breath mingled with a moan. Their kiss was so passionate that their bodies twisted around each other and they had almost forgotten about Akshay next to them. The Indian watched for a while as the two intertwined, then he leaned over and stuck his tongue between their saliva-drooling mouths. He felt the violent pulse of the two of them, their muscular chests, which were frantically rising and falling in anticipation of the impending action. In this passion the three kissed for about ten minutes, only occasionally parting their lips for breath. Manhor had managed to get his hands on Gianni's chest between them and squeezed the tight muscles through the linen shirt that felt as hard and bulky as his own.

He began to unbutton the white shirt, but before he was soaked up in the hairy splendor of the Italian, the doorbell rang again.

Interrupting their liaison, Akshay went to the door and came back with a woman in her mid-thirties who wore a red leather miniskirt over black fishnet stockings with overknees and whose top could hardly contain her plump breasts.

"This is Dara, our second guest!" He introduced her. "Dara, that's Gianni and my slave Manhor!"

"Those are two cuties!" She said in a slightly slavish accent and eyed the two bodybuilders who were still hanging on the sofa with their upper bodies, while Manhor had stuck his hand into the other's open shirt and with his fingers caressing the hairy italian muscle-chest.

"Now listen carefully, slave!" Akshay ordered and Gianni got up from the grip of the Arab. “This is the day of choice for you, the day your life takes a new direction. Here to the right of me is this, albeit for sale, splendid specimen of your past, a woman with great tits and sex practices that are sure to blow your mind out. Check out the beautiful round breasts, her long legs that wrap around your body when you penetrate and fuck her, her red lips pampering your cock and swallowing your juice. You can have it all!
Or look at us, your future! Just look at Gianni, who is so similar to your image you've always been self-adoring in the mirror, who represents what you have always been looking for in yourself, what you have trained for. See the firm muscles in his upper arms, the hairy chest, the thighs that press through his pants, his unmistakable bulge in his pants, think of my cock, which you wanted so longingly to feel in your ass. Smell him, that masculine scent of his body, think about what sweat could have accumulated under the clothes.
So you can choose the prostitute, the perfumed delicate body and her soft pink plum, you can fuck her in any position and then leave this house, without any possessions, but you are free, at least so free that no one else will ever find out about it who sees videos and photos as long as you hold tight. You just start over ...
Or you decide for your position as a slave, from now on you will be able to move largely freely, have board and lodging, get a job, can go to the gym again ... You will be fine as long as you submit to your role and obey . You will have my cock in your ass as a reward, you will serve smoky, sweaty bodies ... I am sure, as far as I know Gianni, he has kept something tasty for you under his unwashed foreskin. I can almost smell the cheese all the way here over ihis strong aftershave!
Now decide whether it will be Russian vodka plum or Italian international cheese platter for dessert? "

Manhor looked for help from left to right, his gaze wandered over the woman's plump breasts down her hips. He watched her invitingly slide her fingers under her miniskirt and show him where to concentrate. Then he looked at his Master, whose cock was pressing down his left pant leg, then Gianni, who was massaging his almost as large cock through his dark suit pants.

The moment he got up from the sofa, he was unsure which side he would go to. But when Akshay ordered him to head for his destination on all fours like a dog, his mind was made up. He crawled off and walked purposefully around the coffee table towards the two men.

"Come to master!" Akshay encouraged him when he got the decision, which he had largely expected, confirmed. "Such a good one!" He patted Manhor's head and if the Arab had a tail in the back, he would have wiggled it. As it was, however, he just wiggled his ass to show his joy.

"Should I go now?" Asked the prostitute, annoyed and disappointed.

“If you want, you can stay and watch. It's going to be a hot evening! ”Akshay asked her. "You're paid for the evening anyway."

Gianni had already pulled the Arab into a standing position and wrapped his left arm around his waist while his right hand kneaded the Arab's buttocks firmly. They looked deep into each other's eyes as they resumed their intense kiss from a few minutes ago. While Dara made herself comfortable on an armchair, Akshay joined them and pressed his cock to the palm of the Italian, which was lying on the slave's bottom, grabbed both of them with one hand to rub Gianni's ass and kneaded with that another Manhor's cock between them. The Arab was sandwiched between these two hot men, his head whirling like crazy between the two of them, always looking for his tongue, lips, and scratchy stubble.

After a while of intense kissing, Gianni pressed his left hand on the Arab's shoulder so that he went down to his knees and his head rested at the level of the two fleshy tupes under their pants already showing some wet spots on the damp linen. The men pressed their lumps, which were still covered by the fabric of their trousers, to both sides of the corners of his mouth. Manhor's tongue slid from left to right and licked the soft fabrics wildly, smelled the manhood that was hidden there, felt the massive hardness that pressed against him. He was caught in the delirium of lust and drooled, licked, sucked and sniffed at the crotch and soaked up precum of the two men as if there was no tomorrow. Above him, the two men put their arms around each other and sank into a loving kiss.

After a while both men took a step back and stood up taking off your shoes and socks. They also took off their shirts and Manhor saw stains of wet sweat on their white T-shirts under their armpits. Simultaneously, Akshay and Gianni opened their pants and a mixture of armpit and foot sweat and the smell of their mature cocks rose from their bodies and filled the air around them. The Arab lifted his nose and sucked in the scents of his two lovers with a loud puff.

Then he could not hold back any longer, lowered his nose deep into the open pants of the Italian, at the same time grabbed Akshay's cock with his left hand, fumbled it out of his pants and began to jerk it off lightly. With his nose on Giannis Jock, he began to soak up intense aromas of old, stinking piss and sweat and something else. Akshay had been right, now that he was mostly clean himself, the scents were even more intense and almost maddened him.

“You like the way my jock smells? How did the fabric soak up the smell of days? ”Gianni asked hypocritically.

"Oh, yes, fuck, love the smell of a real man!" Replied Manhor, mumbling into his pants.

"Then I bet you'll love this even more!" He said, pressing the Arab's face even tighter against his cock in his pants. Whatever it was behind that web-like weave of the jock, it was huge! Manhor began to lick again and sucked the jock's pouch into his mouth. He could taste the saltyness of the dried sweat and old piss and there was even a residue of dried semen. He opened his mouth wide and pressed the bump where he could see the glans of the Italian.

A few minutes later he switched from Gianni to Akshay, sucked his long tube, which he had already freed from his underpants, into his mouth and fumpled with his free hand inside the Italian's jock for his dick, a warm, sinewy piece of meat that he wanted to feel in his hand, in his mouth in his ass.

The prostitute watched the spectacle with amusement and was thrilled to see three such beautiful men making love. She got so horny from it that she slipped her right hand into her panties and began to eagerly masturbate with her long fingers. With her left hand, she raised her left breast to her mouth so that she could lick her nipple.

When Manhor turned his attention back to Gianni and put his shiny brown cock in his mouth, the Italian grabbed his head and held him tight.

"Yes, that's good, taste my smelly cock!" He moaned and his warm cock began to grow and pulsate. "Warning, here comes your first reward!"

He pushed his long foreskin back over the thick round glans and the Arab's tongue shot forward and began to lick under the soft flap of skin. He tasted the strong cheese taste of the smegma, felt that a whole week's load had to be hidden there and wondered briefly whether Gianni would never wash his cock. The deeper he dug, the more and heartier it got, and he loved it, that natural male taste, wild, animal and masculine. He looked up into Gianni's ice-gray eyes, and the Italian stared back at him with just as much passion.

"Stai cercando la mozzarella?" He asked in perfect Italian and his deep voice sounded even more erotic. "Ho un sacco per te!"

"It tastes amazing!" Confirmed Manhor, by briefly removing his mouth from the man's stiff cock. This pushed the foreskin back even further and the pungent smell of his cock cheese filled the air around him. Manhor had only seen his own smegma so far, which was usually never much, as he had always washed himself regularly in the past. Even in the week of imprisonment, he had not built up such a mass as was presented in front of him on the shiny glans and in the folds of skin. It was a cheese factory, small pieces of flaky clinging to the foreskin, while greasy strips covered the glans like a film.

But just looking at it didn't fill him up, so he pressed the tip of his tongue to the glans and carefully began to lick the man's cheese. He consciously took his time because he wanted to enjoy it. The strong smell and taste stung his mouth and nose and he began to moan loudly with delight.

"Mmmhhh, tthhhhoooo ttaaaassssttttyyyy!"

After a while the glans and foreskin were clean, but a foggy aroma still penetrated his nostrils. The scent seemed to rise from his testicles, which were still in the jock at the end of the cock. But before he could devote himself to this, he smelled more smegma, not quite as intense, a little sweeter, with a soft vanilla note. Akshay put his long, even darker prick on his bare shoulder from behind. The erection had displaced the foreskin and Manhor saw the white spots on the dark skin shimmering out of the corner of his eye. He only had to turn his head a little and the cheese-covered tip slipped between his moist lips into his waiting mouth, while the warm shaft rested on his muscular round shoulder. As with the first blow job, the glans almost filled his mouth, but he managed to draw even circles around the object of desire with his tongue and to absorb and swallow all the cheese.

When both pricks were clean, Akshay and Gianni pulled down their pants and put their two hairy sweaty scrotum bags in the Arab's face. Her low-hanging balls dangled on his freshly shaved cheeks and brushed the stubby edge of the beard. He could smell her man's sweat left and right of his nose and took a deep breath. It was difficult for him to choose one of the two and so his tongue trilled hurriedly wiping the eggs back and forth.
"Turn over here a little!" Dara asked with her cunt juice-wet fingers in her mouth. "I can hardly see the Arab cunt!"

Obediently they turned 90 degrees so that Dara had a good look at how the Arab hungrily alternately buried his tongue in the hanging scrotum. While Akshay's sweaty eggs were covered with firm, deep black hair in which the strong musk odor had collected, Gianni's testicles were covered with brown-black, soft, fluffy pubic hair. The smell was similar for both, but the feeling on the tongue was very different from hard and prickly to cuddly soft. While Manhor let his tongue lick up the stench, he sucked the fabulous smell of the two men with his nose full of fervor from the depths of their sacks. He loved her masculine aroma, the rich and warm stench of her masculinity, how her eggs were cooked for hours or days in the tightness of her underpants.

When he had largely licked the stench from the front of the sacks, he groaned in disappointment. The two men then lifted their balls so that he could get behind them with his tongue and approach their even more smelly assholes.

“Good thing, my little Arabian pig! Lick our eggs nice and clean, get them nice and wet with your slut tongue! Yes, that's right, stick our pubic hair deep into your nostrils! ”Akshay cheered him on. In fact, the Arab had slipped under their balls, so that his tongue licked the fine line between testicles and asshole and the balls of the two rested on his nostrils. The saliva-soaked pubic hair penetrated his nose and tickled him. But that didn't bother him. With his head tilted back, he devoted himself to the new territory and sucked the smells out of their body pores. He pressed his nose even tighter into their balls and suudenly was so overwelmed that he took both scrotums completely into his mouth, chewed on them with his lips and enjoyed how a new stench of sweat formed itself on them due to the high sexual tension. This drove him further and he sucked harder and harder than before. His brain blocked and he was lost in an irrepressible desire for their bodies, their cocks, and their juices. That's how sex had to be! Natural, masculine, instinctual! Three men who indulged their animal instincts, horny men, all alphas, who were not ashamed of their natural smells and were aware of their pure masculinity. There was nothing fickle about their sex, it was like buddies showing their muscles, all natural ...

Manhor sucked harder, twisting beneath them without letting any of the sacks slip out of his mouth. His nose now slid into the gap in Gianni's ass cheek very close to his stinking hole. The smell drove him almost insane and he began to smooth the long wet hair on the sacks with his lips, let the testicles slide out of his mouth, dripping with his saliva, to pull the hair on them down with his lips. He used his teeth, let the pubic hair slide through and combed their thick dark pubic hair.

After he had pampered the delicate piece of skin between Gianni's balls and ass with his tongue while his nose had poked the Italian's hole on a trial basis, he slipped over to his master's ass, the body part of a man's body that had become his favorite place. He could feel the stench from a distance and didn't hesitate long to explore this most intimate and slippery area of a man's body and bury his nose deep in it. The two friends above him exploded with erotic tension and sank into a demanding kiss full of desire while their asses were lrimmed and their balls rubbed against the Arab's three-day beard.

Gianni heard Manhor take a deep breath and suck in the stench of his ass, so he pressed his sweaty bum even tighter on the Arab's face, so that his nose buried deep into his crack. The Arab sniffed and rubbed his face in the damp, warm crevice and enjoyed the warm, ripe and dark scent of a mixture of sweat and ass juice that a man develops when he is hot and aroused. He wished he could bag this scent for later and soaked it in deeply with his nose, vigorously conserving it.

"Yes, smell my stinking hole, pig!” Gianni grunted when he heard the deep breaths.

"Oh yes sir, I love the way your asshole stinks!"

"Tell me what it smells like, slave!" Ordered Akshay, who had meanwhile kneeled down and started sucking on Manhor's left nipple.

“It stinks a lot, stinks like a fresh fart! A real man's ass, hot and tasty, I want to suck it off! ”The Arab lost himself in lust and forgot all restraint.

"Then do it!" Gianni encouraged him and pressed his buttocks even further onto his outstretched tongue, which slipped into his hole without any resistance. “Eat my hot ass. Lick it, clean it up, lick the stinking ass walls with your arabic slave tongue! Take all the stink in your mouth, I want your slavebastard to stink just like my ass, Aky! ""

The deeper Manhor's tongue went, the more intense and bitter the taste became. His tongue searched the ass canal for ever stronger tastes until he had the feeling that his tongue would fall out of his mouth if he stuck it out any further. The Italian's sweat, which formed on his buttocks, ran down Manhor's cheeks left and right and dripped onto his chest, where Akshay greedily licked his friend's fresh drops from the slave's black hair.

While Manhor buried his face in the ass of the sturdy Italian and his chest was licked by the slightly smaller but athletic Indian, Dara grabbed the remote control of the television, the only elongated part she found around, and inserted it into her cunt. She didn't care if the remote was full of pussy juice afterwards, the scene made her so horny that she couldn't help it. Her hand, which had just worked on her cunt with three fingers, slid between her splashed lips into her mouth and for a brief moment she thought she could taste the smell of the Italian's ass in her.

Completely surprisingly, Gianni pulled his ass back after a while, turned to the side and pressed his mouth firmly onto that of the Arab, thrusting his tongue deep into his throat and getting some of his own stench back. Manhor returned the kiss passionately and could see something in the eyes of the Italian that he hadn't seen for a long time, trust and love. And suddenly he pulled his tongue out of Manhor's mouth and stuck his whole big italian nose into the Arab's mouth and sucked in his breath deeply.

"Oh yeah, I smell my own ass juice!" He moaned with his nose between Manhor's lips. "Your mouth stinks like a trucker toilet at 5 o'clock in the morning!"

Without warning, Gianni pushed his thick cock into Manhor's open mouth so that his glans was just between his lips. Before the Arab could begin to put his lips around the delicious shaft, he tasted something warm and salty on his tongue. A full stream of piss shot out of Gianni's prick and flowed unhindered down Manhor's throat until his mouth was full. What he couldn't swallow dripped from the corners of his mouth and ran down his chest into Akshay's waiting mouth.

For a short moment the piss jet stopped and the Arab could swallow in peace and gasp for air. But already the second load came and he drank gratefully and quickly, until Gianni pulled his cock out of the clasps of his lips in order to squirt a full load of piss with pressure in the face on the bulging, soft lips of the slave. Akshay now had more to do to catch the quickly draining urine of his Italian friend and a large part soaked the white tank top of the slave, which got yellowish edges.

"Man, you look cool when your face is glistening with man's piss and drops of piss are hanging on your lips and beard! Yes, lick the drops off, I know how much you like them! ”Said Gianni's deep voice imploringly.

Akshay grabbed the wet slightly smelly tank top and pulled it over the slave's head. Then he took the upper part, which was slightly dripping with urine, and stuffed it into the slave's mouth like a gag. When Manhor began to suckle on it, the Indian himself pressed his mouth onto the outer side of the soaked shirt and fixed the gag with a kind of kiss. After a few minutes he pulled the gag out of his mouth and rolled up the tank top, wrapped it around Manhor's wrists, and tied it in a tight knot.

“How does it feel to be tied up with a shirt full of piss, do you like the way it is wet and warm on your wrists, how the piss slowly runs out of the fabric over your strong male arms through your dark hair. A real man like you, and yet so helplessly exposed to his sexual desires, so dirty that he likes the stench of other men and despises a woman like Dara there. What happened to the straight macho alpha stud? A whorled Arabian pig! Inshallah! A thousand and one night's slut! A hairy pig with holes in need of regular feeding! Come on, piggy, grunt for us! "

And Manhor obeyed his master. "Oink, oink oink!" He grunted while the two men turned him onto his stomach, took off his pants and caressed his hairy muscles on his thighs.

Manhor looked back and saw the two grinning at each other and then simultaneously lowered their faces down to his ass between his outstretched legs. They leaned forward and pressed their tongues on his hairy buttocks, licked the muscular curves with long lines until the black hair stuck to it wet. Then they smeared their entire faces on his backside to the skin of their beard stubble, which even with the freshly shaved Gianni were firm and pointed, so that his dark olive skin reddened under their scratching. Manhor writhed in ecstasy under the attack of her scratchy beards, as the stubble, which repeatedly found brief contact with his rosette, was so incredibly stimulating.

The Arab's cock, pressed on the ground as it was, began to produce pre-cum, which oozed out of him in slowly dripping spurts, while he willingly stretched his ass towards the two attackers and wiggled it encouragingly. It was Gianni who grabbed Manhor's buttocks and pulled them wide apart to sink his angular chin into them. Akshay heard him take a deep breath of the scents from the Arab's ass and knew he had to leave the field. So he lifted the slave's hips so that he still lay with face and knees on the floor, but his ass was stretched out at Gianni's head height. The Indian slipped under the Arab and began to suck firmly on his male tits, which were so nicely enlarged by the nipple suckers.

When Gianni had sucked in a few deep breaths of the Arab's ass stink, he led his long tongue into the gap between the ass cheeks, licked sweat and hair in it smoothly and let his tongue tickle the Arab's rosette. The slave groaned into the carpet by the manipulation on his nipples and his ass and pushed his ass even higher so that Gianni could find even better contact with his hole. He wanted to feel his tongue inside him, wanted the Italian to fuck him with it.

"Fuck me with your pastrami tongue, eat my Arab ass with your Italo-mouth!" He grunted and Gianni went to work with passion. After a few seconds, Manhor's sphincter relaxed and the tongue slid into him as if by itself. Gianni groaned into the inviting hole, a sign that he enjoyed sucking the bitter juice behind Manhor's rosette. For more than twenty minutes Gianni ate the Arab's hole right into the furthest corner, until he replaced his tongue with two of his long, thick fingers and thus loosened the hole further. A short time later he rammed three of his fingers into Manhor's hole, who was moaning like a cheap whore from the attack on his hole and biting into the carpet with excitement.

"He's ready!" Confirmed Gianni and without further instruction, Akshay pulled the slave's hips down to him, pushing his own body a little higher so that their faces were on the same level and looked at each other. When the huge uncircumcised monster cock, for which Manhor had had to wait so many days, rubbed the crack in his ass, his eyes shone. His mouth opened and shot down on Akshay's lips in an intense kiss. At the same time as the Indian's cock, which was thicker than anything he thought he had in his ass before and so long that it got to places that had never been touched before, the Arab sucked his master's tongue into his hungry mouth and sucked on it like a clogged straw.

"Oh fuck, yes, fuck my hole with your fat monster dick, make me your whore!" He shouted, interrupting the kiss. "Push me as hard as you can, deeper, my hole wants to be filled by you!"

“You love that, that is who you are! Not the arrogant macho Arab you always pretended to be. You are an addict, a dependent on cocks and sperm, on the sweat and piss of other men, a whore who only has the goal of satisfying strange men! Is that so?"

“Yes, master, I'm just a cheap whore! I was a Manhor, an Arab stallion and a heartthrob, a potent macho, testosterone bull, but now I'm just a hole for your cock, a cunt with hair. I'm your stinking lust slave! ”He moaned and began again to suck the Indian's tongue. Suddenly he felt something else on his ass and he looked back briefly. Gianni's cock, stiff and dripping, was at the level of his ass and pressed against his sphincter, although Akshay's cock was already going in and out there. With a powerful push, the Italian pressed his massive member into Manhor's hole as far as it would go, past the throbbing cock of the Indian below them.

A mixture of pain and pleasure went through Manhor, but this immediately gave way to absolute desire. His asshole began to suck on the two cocks automatically, which only spurred the two men on to fuck his willing hole with firm, hard thrusts and to abuse it according to their needs.

“Yeah, the bitch loves two cocks for the price of one! She isn't a man anymore, just a bis loose cunt, a silly fuckbrain slut!” Gianni triumphed and thrust three more hard times. He fucked as roughly and dirty as he talked. The two cocks rubbed Manhor's ass so deep that he thought they would squirt the juice out of his mouth if they came now. They pounded at him in unison without consideration until first Akshay, then Gianni, came with a loud groan inside him. Manhor felt the warmth in his abdomen, that had to be a whole gallon of semen that was spreading inside him. Their movements in his hole slowed, but they didn't pull their softening cocks out. His hole was so full of the two dicks and the sperm that some of it oozed out of his rosette and ran down his hairy leg.

"You filled my ass with your juice!" Manhor groaned and still grinned.

"Oh yes, you piglet, you took our cream well, if you were a woman you would have twins from both of us!" Laughed Gianni.

Exhausted, Manhor sagged and rested his head in a snuggling position on Akshay's neck. He felt droplets of sweat from the Italian dripping down his back, who was apparently just as exhausted from the hard fuck. Gianni actually lay down on the two of them, clasped them with his long strong arms and began to nibble lovingly on Manhor's strong neck muscle without removing his cock even an inch from its hole. Although both of them softened inside his cunt, it felt good and natural for Manhor to lie there with these two men like that. Neither of them thought of Dara, who had come with them at the same time, took her money from the table and left the room.

Gianni continued to lick and bite the sweaty skin of the Arab on his neck, his hands gently massaging the neck of the Indian. It was surprising to Manhor how affectionate and loving Gianni could be after this relentless fuck.

"I have to piss!" The Italian whispered in Manhor's ear, "Where do you want my hot piss, in your hole or all over your body?"

"Everywhere!" Groaned the Arab instinctively and felt how the beam of the Italian began to stream with these words in his bladder. The urine ran along Akshay's cock through his entire ass canal and came out again at the bottom because his sphincter could no longer hold it. Then Gianni pulled out his limp but still big cock and directed the beam on the back of the Arab. He could feel the jet smashing against his ass cheeks first, then the drops ricocheted down on his broad back. The piss ran down the sides and dripped onto the carpet next to them. Anything that did not drain directly ran between the body of the Arab and that of the Indian, binding them together into a moist, sticky unit.

He raised the beam a little higher so that it was aimed at the neck and the back of the skull. The piss ran down the Arab's hair down his face. Then Gianni yanked the Arab up by the hair and turned him on Akshay's cock, which was already hard again just from the sight of his pissed-off slave. Gianni directed the still not draining stream of urine from his cock to the lips of the Arab, who opened them willingly and absorbed the golden liquid. He could taste the urine salty and warm on his tongue. He gratefully drank every drop and enjoyed the unique taste of the Italian. Gianni positioned the last powerful jet in the center of Manhor's face, where it bounced off his nose and sprayed his entire face.

"Wow, you look so completely pissed off, like a second skin!" Growled Gianni, "Great, how your hairy body becomes even darker as a result! Just like being oiled for a competition! Should I massage it in? "

Manhor was speechless, but nodded willingly so that Gianni began with both hands to rub his piss down from the Arab's cheeks in gentle circular movements into the skin as if it were moisturizing cream. Meanwhile, Akshay's cock was brought back to life and the Arab rode it in smooth movements without thinking.

"So, piss bitch! I want you to empty your bladder exactly at the moment when your master comes inside of you! Just relax, serve ass! ”Gianni ordered, while he rubbed the wet piss through the thick hair of the Arab in his six-pack.

Manhor felt Akshay shudder beneath him and relaxed his sphincter. And while he was being filled from below, he squirted piss and cum from the first fuck over his master's abdomen again. His Master's dick did not soften, but Akshay seemed even more aroused by the mess than before.

"Sit on my face, slave!" He ordered.

With his bum still leaking, Manhor got up and dropped his legs across Akshay's face on his knees as if he were in an outhouse. The Indian grabbed Manhor's ass and spread his buttocks again so that his bowels could empty completely. While the Indian's mouth filled with a mixture of piss, sperm and ass juice, Manhor could hardly believe that the magnificent Italian turned into a pig himself and buried his face in the Indian's slimy lap and licked up the juices of their passion and his beautiful face was getting a slimy mess. When he looked up briefly, the juices were drawn between Akshay's abdomen and Gianni's face like mozzarella threads on a fresh pizza and pulled him back as if they didn't want to let go of the busy mouth.

Manhor leaned forward, leaned on his hands while Akshay continued to lick his ass and began to lick his own ass juice, Gianni's urine and sperm, and Akshay's juice from his master's cock. Seconds later Gianni joined him and their tongues fought a fight for the goodies until Akshay's cock was completely clean.

"Anyone fancy pizza?" Asked Gianni.

"Oh man, that would be great!" Manhor groaned and wiped something white and sticky from the corner of his mouth.

The Italian went into the open kitchen and started kneading yeast dough. He hadn't washed his hands and Manhor saw how the sticky dough was pressed through his strong fingers, the hair on his hand got stuck in it and a few drops of sweat fell from his face into the kneading dough. He licked his tongue just thinking how much the pizza would taste like the Italian itself. Akshay came back into the room with a bottle of red wine and smiled when he saw the lost gaze of his slave on his friend's hands.

When Manhor woke up the next morning lying between the two men, he didn't know how often he had been fucked. The taste of the pizza had evaporated and replaced with a mixture of semen and piss and was furry on his tongue. He looked at the door, which opened ajar and led to the hallway. The steady breathing of the two naked men next to him confirmed that they were still deeply asleep. He wondered if he could escape. But then he thought of all the recordings Akshay had of him and the fun he had had the previous night. If only it would always be like that to be part of this horny clique, it was arousing. He could smell the scent of the two of them, especially the sweat of the Italian, over the dried piss and sperm pits and brought his nose closer to the sleeping buddy. His gaze fell briefly to the foot of the bed, where Giannis right foot peeked out from under the covers. The Italian stallion had to be at least size 12 or 13. The big broad toes were thickly covered with the brown, fluffy hair of the Italian until just before the last ankle, like the back of the foot. The toenails were cut short as if he had attended a pedicure. Manhor hadn't noticed any of this the night before, too busy with the area around the belt.

Now his face slowly slipped out from under the covers and he crawled like a reptile looking for prey towards the end of the foot towards the object of desire. The closer he got to the foot, the more intense the cheesy smell that emanated from it. His tongue stuck out between his lips and gently touched the hair on his big toe with the tip. Then it slid slowly, very slowly up over the toenail, and then stabbed the gap next to the toe and licked out small crumbs. When he was done, he began to suck and suckle one toe after the other, then put two and three toes in his mouth at the same time until his saliva drooled out of his mouth and dripped off the foot, making it so slippery that Manhor let all five toes disappear between his lips, up to the metatarsal bones.

All the while Gianni slept on and moaned contentedly in his sleep. Manhor slipped the foot out of his mouth and looked at it with interest. Shiny with sticky, wet hair, it loomed in front of him, twitched once, as if to tell him something. Then the toes began to move and Manhor knew what he was asking for. He turned around, lifted his bare bum over the tip of his foot and let his wet toes penetrate his ass. The broad foot didn't slide in properly at first, but the Arab was now used to relaxing his ass. While he was looking at the face of the Italian, smeared by all the juices of the previous evening, who had put on a wide, satisfied grin in the dream, the toes slipped through his splinter and the rest of the foot followed almost to the ankle. The toes twitched in his ass and when he looked up again, Gianni was awake too and beamed at him with a mixture of amazement and satisfaction.

Turned on by the Italian's open smile, Manhor began to ride his foot and after a while leaned forward to reveal his cock, visibly erect under the covers. He pulled the blanket slowly down over the mighty chest and caressed every single hair on Gianni's upper body with his fingertips, while his ass rode faster and more aggressively on the foot. Then the glittering brown cock came out under the blanket and the Arab didn't wait long. His mouth began to suck on it, his tongue licked up the first drops and it wasn't long before a thick load of morning cum shot out. As soon as the first drop touched his tongue, his own cock splashed a fat load on Gianni's lower leg up to above his knee.

Only now did Akshay wake up and see what he had missed. Unlucky, but the camera must have captured every detail and he could look at it later. Now he leaned over to Gianni and kissed him intensely. Gianni grabbed the back of Akshay's head with his left hand and held it tight, pressing it to his lips to keep the kiss going. When their lips parted after what seemed like an eternity, Akshay instructed the Arab to lie down in the tub in the bathroom. He poured in some warm water, just enough that Manhors was halfway in the water.

“I want you to let it come, let your shit and piss out! And look at the red light of the camera there in the corner! "He ordered, while he and Gianni positioned themselves next to the bathtub and aligned their cocks on his chest. It wasn't long before both men shot yellow warm rays that soaked his upper body and colored the water around him. Then his cock started with a few small urine streams and his asshole widened as a fat hard turd squeezed out of him that he could not hold back. With a bubbling farting sound, the shit shot into the water after a little exertion between his thighs and dissolved in it a little. Akshay and Gianni had also turned and lifted their asses over the edge of the tub.

"Come on slave, help us poop, stick your fingers in our holes and get out what you want!" Ordered the Indian, who showed a brown lump in the center of the rosette. Manhor obeyed, lifted both hands out of the now brownish-yellow water and stuck his wet index fingers into the two rosettes presented above him. He felt the inside of the two asses warm and soft and the two slimy sausages slipped out between the anal skin and his fingers, slid like two leeches over his hairy forearms down into the water and landed with a wave movement on his chest.

To his disappointment, the two men got up and cleaned their bums with paper. He would have loved to clean their asses with his tongue too. However, he was not allowed to do so. At least they leaned down to him smiling and dipped their right arm into the broth until they grabbed one of the not yet softened rests of the poop sausages like a bar of soap and began to smear it over Manhor's body. The stench that filled the room at that moment was indescribable and would probably still be smelled days later.

"Do you think there is enough space in the tub for two?" Gianni asked the Indian with a broad grin on his face, who only nodded in confirmation. Seconds later, Gianni's body also slipped into the half-full tub, so that the water, if you could still call it that, was now also covering the chest area of the two men up to the nipples.

"This is our personal mud bath, little Arab whore!" Laughed Gianni. “Definitely good for the skin! Hahaha! ”Like children, the two of them began to splash each other in the tub by stirring up the water with their hands. The drops and scattered crumbs got caught in her hair and face, in their stubble and in the armpit hair. And all three laughed like exuberant teenagers.

After almost 15 minutes when the water had cooled down, Manhor received his reward. Gianni pulled the plug of the tub, straightened up in the tub and the Arab only needed a challenging look to understand. He got up too and began to lick the Italian's hair clean with his tongue, followed by his face, sticky cheeks, fresh, scratchy beard, neck, shoulders and armpits. With the chest and the nipples between the trimmed chest hair, he occupied himself particularly extensively, until he continued to lick arm after arm from piss and shit and whatever remains of the previous evening. After he had also cleaned the Italian's cock, balls, ass and legs, the latter held up his feet one after the other, between whose toes a real satisfying reward was waiting for Manhor.

Then Gianni turned on the shower head and let the water rinse their bodies. Both sank into a deep kiss that Akshay had to interrupt because he wanted to wash his arm and ass too. While he showered, the two dried off and Gianni was visibly happy with the Arab's performance.

“Look, the towel is like new. You have a very hard-working tongue, 1001 nights! Not a crumb has got stuck anywhere! Well done!"

After Gianni said goodbye a little later, Manhor felt a little sad. He hoped to see the Italian again soon, but that was only at the discretion of his master!