Arab stallion to pussy slave

The room was filled with the sweet, heavy perfume of the woman from the airport. However, Manhor couldn't see any details, the walls appeared to be painted a dirty gray. He couldn't move, everything around and in him was cloudy, blurry and stiff, the images ran through his head as if in slow motion. He didn't know whether he was awake or dreaming, but the hum in his head periodically swelled and ebbed to make way for a sharp pain.

"Well, honey, now nobody'll separate us so quickly" the woman breathed into his ear and her tongue slid along his earlobe into the auricle, as if she wanted to push the words further into his ear canal. He remembered the woman's cock, which he had felt through the dress at the airport, and wanted to push her down, but his arms could not be moved an inch. Lying on his back, his hands were tied behind him, pressed against his lower spine and he lay helpless like a beetle on the stinking mattress of a kind of cot.

"By the way, my name is Sascha, Sascha Longo, but I'm sure you macho-man would rather call me Mistress when you kneel in front of these magnificent tits!" She straightened her upper body and took off her bra. Manhor felt her pelvis on his hip area, saw the full round breasts and regardless of the fuckstick, which must be so close to his own there, the sight made the blood rush into his shaft.

"Boobs ..." he repeated her last word with his tongue heavy with the anesthetic and stared, dazed and fascinated, at the tanned round breasts on which the nipples protruded like fingertips.

"Yes, you love tits!" Sascha stroked his breasts with the palms of his hand. “You will get lots of tits, big firm tits, but these will probably be the last female tits you will feel! Heh heh heh! "

Manhor looked confused into the laughing face above him.

"Come on, lick my tits, make them wet and slippery! Cover them with your spit! ”Sascha leaned her body forward with these whispering words and pressed her breasts into his face so that he couldn't breathe. "Lick Sascha's tits you Arab fag! That's you now, once fag always fag! ”Now the pitch of the voice was much lower, more masculine and somehow threatening.

Manhor tried with all his might to remove his head from his fleshy boobs, but the two silicone pads closed so tightly around his skull that he could only lie there motionless and surprised by his reaction noticed how his tongue shot out against his will through his gentle lips and greedily licked at that offered breast. Then his eyes went black.

"What a strange dream!" He thought to himself when he briefly came to his senses. Was it really a dream that he was lying alone in a kind of private cellar dungeon, all around him was dirt and dust, only dressed in an equally dusty boxer short and a baggy tank top that didn't even belong to him. He raised his hands in front of his face and looked at the aching joints that were slightly red from the ankles. "What kind of blatant shit is that?"

Again the sweet smell penetrated his nose and he sank back on the mattress before he could see the gas that was pouring out of the grille above his bed.

"Oh yes, you lick your Mistress Sascha well! You like tits, you don't care whether it's women's or men's tits. You are a slave of the tits my little Arab! "

Manhor was back in the dreamland, at least he hoped it was just a dream, as he hungrily licked the plump boobs of a man-woman mixture and rubbed his face against the skin of the stranger that he himself had moisturized with his own spit until his skin was as wet as the breasts around him.

"Titpig! That would be a nice nickname for a piglet like you! Hahahahahahaha! Sascha laughed uproariously into the prison room and wiggled her tits vigorously, so that Manhor became even more horny and stuck out his tongue all the more intensely, collected spit, ejected it with force between the boobs only to then shut down the slowly draining saliva with his stubble beard and suck it into his mouth again.

Minutes passed in which Manhor completely lost himself in his task of licking tits. But over time, his mind set in again. His movements became slower and a voice in the farthest corner of his skull echoed louder and louder.

"That is a man! You, Manhor, lick a man's tits! "

Suddenly he understood, and a slight shudder ran through his whole body in disgust at the situation he was in. Parallel to his spiritual senses, his strength also seemed to slowly flow through his veins again. Despite his arms tied behind his back, he managed to raise himself up through the tension of his triceps and shoulder muscles like on a parallel bars, so that Sascha slipped off his lap and stumbled.

"Get off me, bitch! Enough! ”He yelled at her, but immediately felt again how defenseless he was, because he couldn't go any further than this brief rise and sank back down onto the dingy mattress.

"Oh, my darling, it is still far from enough, I will tell you when it will be enough!"

"Cunt!" He shouted and became calm when Sascha held a bottle of poppers under his nose and he fell into intoxicated ecstasy.

"That's good! Do what you were born to do. Lick my tits, be a slave to my man's tits! How about a titty fuck? "

"Tits ... fuck ,,, yes fuck, tits fuck from ... Sascha, Manhor wants tits ... fuck ..., Mistress!"

It went black again around him.

Manhor spat on the floor in front of him as if the taste of the tits from his dream had haunted him into reality.

"What's the matter with my brain!" He asked himself. "Where am I?"

His gaze became a little clearer and he saw the bars that enclosed him on both sides. Two other walls of his cell were covered with crumbling plaster. His bare feet touched the cold concrete floor, which despite the dust was all too comfortable for him. Because he felt something, no matter how dirty and shabby it may be, he was certain that he was now in reality and that the rest had only been dreamed of.

"Better kidnapped than a fagot!" He stuttered softly to himself.

He looked around the cell again. Except for the cot on which he was sitting, there was only a toilet that was yellow-brown with dirt and dried piss on one wall and next to it a puddle of water - he hoped the puddle next to the toilet was water - the cell was empty and cold.

He wanted to get up, but his legs gave way under him and he sank back onto the mattress.

"I have to rest a bit!" He lay back and while he put his left arm like a pillow behind his head and tried to rest the right arm over his forehead for relaxation, his gaze wandered along his hairy forearm over his chest. In his hair, both on his arm and especially in the hair between his well-trained abs, there were white flaky fragments that stuck his hair together.

"What is ... that?" He asked himself before the sweet gas lulled him back into the land of erotic nightmares.

"Titfuck!" Shot through his head again and the bottle with the pungent smell was rubbed under his nose again.

"So, Arab bitch, now we have some time!" Hissed Sascha in his male voice. “You get your titty fuck, hohoho! Such beautiful tits just waiting to feel a hard cock between them. Slippery tits, so that the shaft slides nicely along them! "

“Yes, take ... Manhor's fuckmachine! Slippery ... Fuck ,,, Tits! Yeah, soooo .... great! “The poppers spread further in his brain and made him lose all inhibitions. The touch of the body on him was so comfortable. It no longer bothered him whether man or woman. His only thought was his satisfaction, his cock, the tits above him. Otherwise there was no longer any clear thought, just ecstatic caressing. "Fuck ... your tits ,,, so plump ,,, hot things ... wet ... slippery ... yeah !!!"

Too late he noticed how Sascha had removed his panties, grabbed Manhor's breasts at the sides not far from the armpits and pressed them together with force. A long thread of spit dripped from Sasha's mouth directly into the newly created crevice of Manhor's bodybuilder chest. Another thread of snot and more and more left his mouth, Sascha seemed to be a single source of spit.

"Honey, not my tits'll get fucked, you get the titty fuck. Your first cock! Between your man's tits. A strange man who uses your tits to satisfy himself in them. So much work, so much training, and only so that you can serve men. This is your purpose! That's what you're born for, and nothing else! Your life as a macho is over! No more kicks for you, just cocks, man's sweat and sperm, hihihi, and so many things that you cannot imagine in your wildest dreams! "

Her fingers brushed through the thick chest hair, which was not frizzy like most other men's but was brushed smooth as if it were animal fur. The long fake pink fingernails of his thumb and forefinger found his stiff nipples and they were around them. Sascha pressed the side of the nipple with the sharp edges of the nails, so that Manhor escaped a painful scream, which even the effect of the poppers could not diminish. She kept kneading and Manhor's face relaxed. In fact, the expression of pain even gave way to an enjoyable smile, which did not give way even at the moment when Sascha pushed his erect cock into the gap between the two clenched muscle mountains and pushed it up and down the nicely pre-glued crevice.

"That can't be ..." Manhor muttered and stared at the reddish mushroom head that kept poking out of his hairy chest like a rabbit out of its rabbit hole. "... fucked my tits, ... ahh ... my beautiful male tits, fucked by a cock ... ohh jeeh, my nipples, so hard and sore ... sensitive little monster nipples ..." over minutes while Sascha, amused, moved his cock faster and faster between the Arab's breasts and squeezed his breasts more and more tightly.

Iap, tap, tap made the slippery rhythmic sound of his balls on Manhor's chest, clapping them again and again.

"You like that beauty!" He whispered. “You need to be used, you love it! Yeah, my cock fits in there so well, between your tits, and just watch you drool! Like a little puppy. Come on, woof, woof, while your master fucks you! "

And indeed Manhor reacted without defending himself for a fraction of a second. “Woof, woof, whine, whine! He panted wildly.

Sascha pressed the nipples firmly with her four fingers and a wolfish yowl rose from Manhor's throat.

"Yahuhhhhh"

Only one more powerful push with the cock was necessary and Sascha shed his sperm over Manhor's chest, down the neck to the bottom of his jaw, where the drops got stuck in the beard and formed a viscous long white thread.

Sascha pulled his cock out of his breast cunt and let go of the breasts. The entire shaft was wet and gleamed even in the dim light of the cell, whereby Manhor could not estimate what was saliva and what was smeared sperm.

“Just look what you've done!” Sascha scolded him scornfully. “I can't pull panties on like that! I'm screwing up my clothes. Sascha climbed next to the bed and easily reached under Manhor's strong back muscle, which he lifted up a little from the bed so that the hairy strong forearm, which was tied behind his back, was visible.

"There is something to clean off!" Said Sascha happily and pushed his wet babymaker between Manhor's lower back and forearm, where he waved off the mixture of spit and semen hanging on his dick with a few wagging movements on the forearm hair. "So, now I won't ruin anything important any more by dressing!" Laughed Sascha and looked at Manhor, who stared in disbelief at what had just happened. Had the freak actually wiped the juice off on his his arm?

"I think something is going to be wasted!" Sascha scoffed when he saw that his sperm, which had landed on Manhor's jaw, wanted to drip down the side. With the middle and index fingers of his left hand, he skillfully wiped it up and brought the two cum-covered fingers to Manhor's lips. "Come on puppy, here comes your treat!"

"Mmmpfff!" Groaned Manhor, his lips pressed tightly together.

"We don't want that to dry up!" threatened Sascha and grabbed Manhor's left nipple with the other hand, squeezed with all his strength and pulled it out. Since the effect of the poppers was gone and the nipple was still sensitively irritated, a pain shot through his body that he could not prevent screaming and opening his mouth wide to do so. Seizing the opportunity, Sascha quickly pushed the two fingers with their slimy coating into Manhor's mouth and smeared the sperm mixture on the defenseless Arab's tongue.

"Noooot gay!" He moaned with his mouth full. "Don't lick your FIMMGER!" But without wanting to, he still began to let his tongue circle and also guide it between the two fingers, where the largest remnants were. Manhor felt the long, artificial fingernails scratching the back of the palate, but could not stop sucking and sucking on the presented fingers. Despite his internal defense, his body reacted in the opposite direction, his cock stood up stiffly and drops of his sperm pearled out of his glans.

"It looks very different for me!" Laughed Sascha, who had also noticed the activity behind him and felt the agile activity of Manhor on his hand. Sascha also saw how Manhor's Adam's apple was moving, which was a sign that he was beginning to swallow the sperm. “You get a boner by licking cum off the fingers of a strange man OR WOMAN. You seem to enjoy it, you like it, come on then you should get more too! ”Sascha pulled out her fingers for a moment and wiped another even bigger blob of semen from the side of Manhor's throat. He looked amused at the Arab, who was actually waiting with his mouth wide open and his tongue hanging out for his cum fingers to be put back into his mouth.

"I don't think you deserve that yet!" Sascha scolded and smeared her fingers on Manhor's chest again, where the rest was already beginning to dry. "But just wait, something really big is coming soon!"

He had awakened from the dream again. Manhor looked doubtfully at the white flaky parts of his chest and arm hair and began hastily to comb them out as best he could with the flat of his hand. But most of it was so sticky that dry wiping didn't help.

His eyes weren't that clouded anymore and he tried desperately to explore his surroundings further. His cell was built in the corner of a basement room and was about 8 square meters. The bars seemed to consist of raw rectangular tubing, which seemed to be relatively roughly welded. The door to the cell had a strong lock and was also secured with a chain like the one he knew from the studio for training purposes. The mattress of the camp bed was patched in places and stained throughout, a homeless person probably had a cleaner bed than this.

Beyond the bars, in the dim light falling through the cellar window, he could see a light bulb dangling from the ceiling. Behind it was what looked like a movie spotlight. On the wall to the left of the cell was a flat screen TV. In the farthest corner of the room, he could see a couple of stacked cardboard boxes and an overturned wooden chair. Otherwise there was only a steel door on the long inner wall, from which the light gray color burst open over a large area.

"Hey, is someone there!" Manhor yelled into the void of the room and waited for an answer. But nothing happened. “If someone hears me, that's enough, folks, game over! You were having fun! ”Minutes passed, but he still received no outside reaction. Exhausted, he leaned against the iron bars.

"I have to dream this!" He thought to himself. “But if I'm dreaming now, then the tranny must be reality ... Impossible! I don't lick any sperm and let my tits be fucked... “With these words his gaze returned to the whitish sticky hair of his chest and forearm and he checked the reddish welts on his wrists. He shook himself. "Never! Hello, let me out of here now! "

"That just can't be true!" He scolded to himself and paced up and down the small cell. "Where did I get myself into?"

"So whoever is there when I get out of here, you can make your last will!" The gas had flown in again and he slumped. He landed headfirst on the stinking tattered mattress.

The images of the nightmare came back blurry. Sascha was still or was already enthroned on his chest. His handcuffed fists pressed into his spine from the extra burden.

"Shit, that hurts!" He hissed and tried to turn a little to shift the load to another point.

"No problem, you can kneel for the next round!" Replied Sascha and pushed him off the cot onto the floor.

"Next round, what are ... you going to do with my ... body?" Stammered Manhor, getting up on his knees awkwardly.

"Such a beautiful body has to be pampered!" Sascha breathed into his ear. "So strong, so manly, so masculine, so muscular, so hard, so hairy, so beautifully tanned ...!"

"Yes, my body, great training successes, so desirable, so perfected, look at my strong upper arms, my six-pack, my calves, everything is so defined! So massive, all protein, muscles 1st choice ... “It was as if Manhor had fallen into a kind of self-admiring delirium because of Sascha's words.

"... and yet so useless!" Sascha finished his sentence. “Your body is just a toy, a tool to increase the pleasure of other men. A cover with holes, a fur to wipe off, a toilet, trash can, ashtray for our pleasure! How degrading it must be for you to be the slut of anyone who wants to pay for it, or to whom your master gives you, a whore for cocks and sperm! "

Manhor wanted to protest, but no sooner had he opened his mouth than he saw Sascha's cock head towards his face and the glans penetrating his mouth, dividing his full lips further and further until the shaft slowly followed.

"I ammmm nnnn Whorrrre!" He tried to say, but his tongue was pushed down by the sinewy shaft, which was fully erect. Even if Sascha was only 11 Inch long even when erect, he had a thick, round glans that closed Manhor's throat so that he could hardly breathe.

"Now get started, bitch! Blow me really well! "

Manhor's eyes watered and looked pleadingly at the man above him with huge tits and wavy blond hair whose cock was deflowering him. But there was no pity on the stranger's face, who only pressed his cock harder into the face of the tied Arab until he could feel the other's pubic hair tickling his nose and nostrils. His only thought now was to get air, he had to get his nose free. And so Manhor began to pull his head back, which only led to Sascha grabbing the back of his head and starting to fuck his skull without consideration.

"Ahhh, yes, that's good!" Sascha groaned when Manhor gave up, relaxed his mouth and produced saliva. “You have a nice, soft facial cunt, lips like a pussy! Nice warm facial pussy! Just as I thought it would be! Yeah, suck my cock, fuck, you're fine, lick it, let your tongue circle around it like it's my tongue at the airport. Do you remember how you tried to use me against my will? And where did it take you? Hahaha, who is the user now! You sit here on your knees in the dirt and lick the prick of a tranny. You are now a little muscle cocksucker! A cheap tail bitch, a cum dump! "

"NOOOO CCKSCKRRRRRR!" Grunted Manhor with his mouth full.

“Oh yes, once you've tasted it ... Once cocksucker, always cocksucker! Come on, open your mouth! ”Sascha grabbed the Arab's upper and lower lip with his hands and pulled them a little further apart. He drew his cock out of his mouth for a moment and smeared the dripping saliva over Manhor's forehead. Then he put his pipe across his lips and waited a moment. Manhor stared at the shiny cockhead that lay on his now closed lips, trying to get a clear idea of how he could escape this situation, but the only thing he could do was open his lips, stick out his tongue and start to lick the veins of the fucker up and down. Back and forth, from left to right, he took the upper lip and placed it on the top of the fucktube while his tongue continued to slide down below. After a good two minutes he turned his head to the right without further prompting and reinserted the tip of the babymaker, which was covered all around by his sperm and shiny wet, back into his mouth.

“Well done!” Was the first thing Sascha said in a long time, “I wanted to get the poppers again, but I see we don't need it anymore! Put an end to your alpha animal behavior. From now on you are the cleaning rag for our cocks, a rubber doll for gays, a cum hole! ""

"Mmhhhhh, mhhhhhh!" Manhor got down to business and chopped his head at the wet cock, which went in and out between his lips. The shaved balls of the tranny clapped his chin with a resounding PLATCH PLATCH. A slightly salty, unusual taste filled his palate as the first drops of the coming anticipation dripped from Sascha's cock into his throat and were pushed back into his mouth by his saliva, spreading there and covering the palate all around.

"Yes, bitch, I'll be right there!" Shouted Sascha and gave Manhor a kind of slap on the left cheek. "Suck out my juice, drink it, let it circle in your mouth like a good wine at a tasting, you should get used to the taste, you will drink many liters of it in future!"

Sascha grabbed the back of Manhor's head and pressed him onto his cock so that he couldn't pull away. Two more thrusts and his cock discharged five hefty squirts of cum into Manhor's mouth. Sascha felt how the warm sperm filled the mouth of the Arab and how his cock floated in his own sperm on the soft tongue.

He squirted the last drops of semen into the already full mouth.

"Yeah cunt eat my babies! But don't swallow yet bitch! Enjoy my baby batter, you wanker! Let it rise nicely in your mouth! I want you to taste everything very intensely for us! "

Some of Saschas semen sprayed on Manhors face and foreheaf when the cock was pulled out of the Arab's mouth and hung on his nose, covering his eyebrows in white sticky liqhid and filling the bearded chin under his mouth.

"OK, and now swallow it nice and slow! Leave the babies in your tummy so they can feel comfortable there! Tranny babies in your muscle body, is that awesome? How roles can change! "

Manhor hesitated. He didn't want to swallow the tranny’s sperm.

"Swallow or I'll keep fucking your face until your mouth is dry and ripped open like a plastic bag, I can go on like this all night!"

He had no other choice, the smell of the semen in his mouth filled every corner of his sense anyway. Slowly he put his head back and let the strange sperm run down his throat. It was salty, sticky, and abnormal. Nevertheless he swallowed it deeply and hardly noticed how he came to orgasm himself and covered Sascha's long left leg with his sperm.

Manhor stared in disbelief at his cock, from which the semen was still oozing out like lava from a recently erupted volcano. "I came because I drank sperm from a tranny, because I was fucked in the mouth ... I'm not a faggot, that just can't be true!"

"You pig!" She shouted. "Did I allow you to come?" He was instantly slapped on the other cheek, which instantly reddened.

He looked at the leg as his semen slowly ran thickly towards the expensive stilettos.

"If even a drop touches my shoes, I'll ram the heel in your ass!" Sascha snapped and Manhor knew what to do. He tensed his abdominal muscles and leaned forward carefully without losing his balance because of his arms tied behind his back, stretched his tongue towards the leg and licked it clean from below upwards, letting his sperm in his mouth match that of Sascha he mixed, swallowed, tasted and licked until Sascha pushed him away from him with both hands and he landed on the floor again, almost dislocating his shoulder. His mouth full of both their juice, he looked at Sascha pleading for help.

“Enough, cum slut! It's enough for today! ”She / he pulled a short red leather skirt over her tail and pulled a black tank top over her breasts. A buzzer sounded and she was able to open the cell door. From outside she put the chain back around the iron bars and fixed them with a heavy padlock.

While Manhor tipped over to the side, exhausted, and nearly fell asleep on the floor, a thin thread of sperm ran sideways from his mouth and stuck in his stubble next to the sperm that had already dried from the former titty fuck.

When he woke up, the handcuffs were gone. Startled, he wiped his cheeks and hoped that he didn't really have cum on his fingers. When he held his hands dry in front of his eyes, he was reassured for a moment. He still didn't believe what happened to him. He hadn't put so much work into his looks or his body to end up a cum-drinking cocksucker.

"Phhh, just a dream!" He groaned in relief.

“Not a dream, my dear, that was just the beginning!” Came a metallic voice from a loudspeaker that seemed to be hanging next to the monitor outside the cell.

“Who are YOU!” Yelled Manhor. "Let me out! I will finish you! YOU ARE DEAD! Do you hear? I will kill you!"

Laughter from at least two people rang out from the loudspeaker, while the gas flowed out of the perforated opening in the ceiling and put Manhor back into a restless sleep.