I loved it.” Kyle’s eyes gleamed, a wicked idea forming. Gay sex I moaned, lost in the high, but Kyle’s face darkened.“You fucking slut,” he snarled, yanking his cock out, leaving my hole gaping. “Blindfold on, bitch,” he ordered. I grovel, beg, and obey, my torn hole always ready for his cock. Soaked in piss and cum, I crave young studs to wreck me. Voices, slurred and aggressive, spoke in Arabic. My wife and 18-year-old son, Ethan, are clueless, but I’m too far gone to care.Kyle’s made me his slave, and we fuck everywhere—my office, dark alleys, even my own goddamn house. “You don’t get to cum without my permission,” he said, smirking. “Shut up, you worthless cunt,” he taunted. “You’re my bitch, and you cum when I say.” I whimpered, “I’m sorry, Master,” but he wasn’t having it. “Blindfold on, bitch,” he ordered. “Those three refugees… they tore my ass open, made me their bitch. His hands gripped my hair, slamming my face into his sweaty pubes, calling me a “filthy cumrag” as he blew his load down my throat.But last week, I fucked up.
