As always I had been naked when I answered the door to Jamal, he was a 22year old student, just under 6 feet tall, slim but toned. He had been my Asian master for over 18 months now, and with only one brief break, I was seeing him at least once a month. At 55 I was almost 3 times his age but this seemed to amuse and arouse young J. There was no pretending about who was in charge when we met.
The routine was simple, I greeted him naked, he would sit down while I took off his shoes and socks and then spent 20 minutes or more massaging, licking and kissing his feet for him. His hand would rub at my head as he encouraged me, often I would sneak a glance upwards and see the impressive bulge forming in his joggers.
As discussed in his text messages Today I was to be punished. Due to work commitments I had not been able to accommodate my young master on the original date, so on this re-arranged session I was to be punished. When Jamal was good and ready he instructed me to cease worshiping his feet and to lay face down on the floor, knees bet so that my legs were up right, soles of my feet facing him. He took the thick leather belt that I had placed on the table and began to slap the soles of my feet. The pain soon became unbearable and my legs started to weave around to escape the lusty blows from the belt. Jamal, still seated, wrapped his own legs around mine and with the help of his free hand he held me in a vice like grip. He was calm rather than angry as he smacked at the tender soles of my feet and at the same time lectured me on the need to be available for his needs whenever he contacted me. After taking at least 30 strokes from the belt he released me from his grip. But if I thought this was the end of my punishment I was sadly wrong. Now draped over the arm of the sofa it was now my ample backside that was being roasted by the heavy leather belt. Jamals arm was way above his head as he sent down a few dozen blistering strokes across my naked arse. My plump bottom was dancing a merry jig as it tried to evade the stinging retribution from my tormentor. But soon I was stood up, his strong arms wrapped around me, looking right into my tearful eyes as I apologised for letting him down and promising to never turn him away again.
A moment later it was his pert young bottom that was the centre of attention as he lay across my bed and I had the privilege of kissing and stroking his hairy brown skin. Thick black hairs covered his firm, slim buttocks and I licked and kissed every inch of them. Soon he parted his legs good and wide and I knew this was my invitation to get to work on my prize. My eyes gazed at the forest of thick black hair that inhabited his arse crack, all this seemed to crown the tight, puckered brown hole that I adored. My tong licked away, from top to bottom of my boys hairy arse, lose hairs would invade my wet mouth as I slurped away at him. But never once did I contemplate removing them, my still warm backside and tender feet convinced me that one punishment was plenty for today, his lose arse hairs were a gift from him and not to be refused. I began to kiss his hole, tender, passionate kisses place right on his private, intimate arse hole. Not one, not two or three kisses but but dozens and dozens of tributes to my young Asian master. My tong was now at work, drilling deeper and deeper into his brown hole.
After a while it was all too much for him. He stood up and positioned me on all 4s at the side of the bed, his 7" of thick manhood stood to full attention as he positioned himself behind me. I reached across to the beside table for the lube, but it was too late! His swollen cockhead pushed against my hole, I let out a yelp and begged for lube but his arms wrapped around my hips and his stiff dick forced its way past my tight ring. I winced and held my breath as he told me how it was my fault he was so horny, keeping him waiting that extra week had made him so super horny I was now going to pay the price and a good hard, dry fuck was what I needed. With that he thrust deep inside me and began to drill me good and proper. I grunted and squealed like a pig as he had his way with me. I already knew that Jamal never masturbated and as he fucked away at me I was told how this was to be the first time he had emptied his balls all month. Within a moment of that confession he unloaded in me and with no warning at all immediately pulled out, causing me to whine about the discomfort it caused me.
I was now cleaning up his cock as I always did after he had screwed me. He was calp again and stoking my head. Gently explaining that I was never again to turn down his needs. I was his little whore to be used whenever he needed me. I sucked and slurped at his cock and balls as he continued. It was about time I learnt my place and realised that I was never, ever to turn down a good paki cock again. I nodded my acceptance as my arse dripped his ample load and I continued to lick his semi flaccid cock clean.
He was on his mobile as I worked on his cock and I heard a ping, then him texting, more pings, more texting. Then he stood up and instructed me to kneel on the floor with hands on my head. He told me there was to be a few surprises for me today and reminded me of my pledge to never turn down a good muslim cock ever again. With that he went downstairs but soon returned with another asian man! He introduced me as his white bitch and this was his cousin. This stranger to me was older than J, maybe late 20s early 30s. He grinned at me as I knelt before him, hands still on head. His jeans dropped to the floor and and hand grabbed my head. He began to face fuck me as Jamal looked on took photos. Slow and gentle at first but I could feel his brown cock getting harder and harder in my mouth. Now he was going for it and I was gagging and spluttering as he used my throat. It seemed to go on for ages before he threw his head back and began to dump a big load into my mouth, I coughed and spluttered as he took his dick out, cum dribbled down my chin. There was laughter, too much laughter? Through my watery eyes I saw another, older asian man stood next to Jamal and his cousin. He had his cock out and was wanking. Before I could wipe away the fresh spunk spilling from my mouth his little stubby dick was shoved in. I heard The cousin zip up and explain to Jamal that he could not stay for the fun but might come back later after his taxi shift was over. The man with the stubby cock was slapping my face and calling me a slut, telling me to suck better or else. He called me useless cock sucker as he pulled out and wanked over my face, 3, 4 then 5 spurts landed on my head and face. I sucked his cock head clan for him as instructed my Jamal.
He left and J pinged off another message as he told me I was his bitch boy and not to let him down. More footsteps. A much older packistani man stood in front of me, he must have been about the same age as me with a fat belly. They did not speak in English, Jamal explained that his friend wanted to use me in private, I was to let him fuck me but only after I had rimmed him. Jamal was walking downstairs and I turned to see the old paki bent over, his big sweaty arse waiting for me to get to work. To my shame I slurped away at his fat arse for 10 minutes before he he put me in the doggy position and fucked me raw for at least another 20 minutes. I knelt before him as he dressed and he spat in my cum covered face before leaving.
Jamal, brought two more men up to fuck me over the next three hours. After they had gone had me on my back on the bed, legs over his shoulders, Jamel buried his own cock into my abused hole and calmly told me this was my new life as he fucked me for a very long time.
It was night time before his young cousin returned after his taxi shift. They spit roasted me, taking turns at each end. Talking about how I was to service them and their community at any time they wished.
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