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Subject: Becoming A Kafir Faggot Whore Part 5 Thanks for all the feedback on Part 4 If you like this or other stories on , please consider a small donation to keep it free: fty/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stealing a sideways glance at the door to the lounge, I wondered who it might be and a figure entered the threshold. As he took in the scene in front of him - me being fucked like a dog by a horny, sexy Muslim master - he exclaimed: "Well, well, well. What do we have here? The new kafir, I presume?!" "He's trying to show me why I should let him into the group. How do you think he's doing?" "Looks like a right fucking slut if you ask me" "Well take your clothes off and you can help me break him in"... ------------------------------------------------------------------------- My fucker slowed a little whilst he welcomed his mate, but I was still getting a deep fucking, feeling the helmet on my prostate with every thrust. The newcomer was enthusiastic enough; he was wearing leather flip flops, shorts and a vest. A bit younger than my host, he was also tall and quite slim, although had the beginnings of a dad-belly, but looked cute. His hair was wild - jet black and all over the place. A square jaw line and sparkling white teeth. The thing that captured my attention the most though was his eyes - a brilliant green colour that were most unusual. He came over to me and kicked off his flip flops. As he started to take his vest off, he put a foot under my nose and the other on top of my head. "Show some respect to your Muslim superiors, faggot" he demanded. I had no option, of course; my face was being forced onto the top of his foot and I began kissing it, licking it and generally proving I was willing to concede my worthless status amongst these two gods. "He's eager, ain't he, Dee?" "Oh yeah, he's showing his true inner fag, that's for sure! You come straight from the gym?" "Yeah, I was just finishing weights when I got your text. Figured I didn't need to shower and came right over. I istanbul travesti reckon I can get cleaned up here, hehe" he said as his foot shook my head a little. It was quite a warm day so the prospect of being forced to clean a sweaty dom was making my heart race. My predicament continued for some time - getting a good fucking doggy style, whilst having to worship the new guy's feet. He alternated his feet and made noises of satisfaction as I did my best to satisfy him. "Why don't you get him started on your 'shower', man?" "Yeah good idea" and with that he removed his feet and dropped his shorts. "Give me the leash, bruv". Dee handed him the leash and he got down on all fours in front of me, then started edging backwards. All I could see were two toned thighs and a muscly arse encased in a tight pair of dark briefs that had the obvious signs of sweat. "Get your face in my crack, bitch!" he ordered. My head was being repeatedly nudged into his arse from the fucking and I instinctively put my hands in front of his knees and embraced the destiny of my face in his crack. These guys certainly liked having their bums given attention and I wasn't about to disappoint. I was immediately aware of the unmistakable smell of a man post-workout; sweaty, musky scent, with a faint smell of arse, but I could also smell a hint of precum too. He was obviously aroused by the situation. I inhaled deep as he pulled my face in closer. He held my face and gave his bum a gentle wiggle, grinding it over my nose. "Ah yeah, that's good. I must smell fucking rank!" He carried this on for a few minutes, then swiftly grabbed the sides of his pants and slid them down his thighs. It was so deft that I barely moved from my position and suddenly found my nose and tongue pressed in his crack. It was really sweaty and even more intoxicating with no briefs to mask the smell. "Lick all that sweat, boy, and don't miss a drip" "Oh yeah, that's a dirty little bitch! What does it feel like to be licking an unclean, sweaty Muslim arse, kafir?" said Dee as he istanbul travestileri renewed his fucking of me. I thought I would be repulsed by being forced to clean the sweat from him but I was almost high on the scent combined with thought of getting used by these two superiors at the same time. I made sure that the sweat on his arse and at the back of his balls was replaced with my own saliva. When he thought I had done enough, he quickly flipped over, took his pants fully off and lifted his legs, proclaiming "Now do this side, cocksucker!" I grabbed his legs and proceeded to nuzzle his balls and cock, which I noted was rock hard - I've never seen one quite so hard in my life, and it had a distinct curve, like a banana. To my lips it felt rock hard too and he moaned with pleasure as I flicked my tongue up and down the shaft, occasionally planting my mouth over the cock head. "He's a talented kafir, ain't he?!!" "Oh yes. You wait 'til you feel your dick inside his fuckhole - it's tight as anything, man". "Then I had better get in there before Gadha, eh?" he said laughing eliciting a belly laugh from Dee at the same time. I had no idea what was so funny. He grabbed my head and keep my on his cock. I tried hard not to gag and savoured the horniness in front of me. "Mmm, I'm not sure how much longer I can hold off. Let me fuck his hole, Dee". And with that, I felt the cock in my arse slide out easily and my head pushed away as they swapped ends. "You won't need any lube, Mo - my precum and spit has got it ready for you" and before I knew it, a new dick was sliding into me fast. I let out an "Ooh" as it entered, feeling a little surprised and very pleasantly stimulated at the same time. I could feel the curvature of his dick in me and it was sensational, rubbing my prostate with each thrust. "Suck on this, fag" said Dee as he pulled my head to his slicked cock. I could smell my arse sweat on it but devoured it nonetheless. The scene played out for a while, the two of them getting into a rhythm and egging each other travesti istanbul on and calling me derogatory names as they did. I felt like a complete slut, like never before but I could also feel that my own cock was leaking precum all the while, proving that I was finding my predicament horny all the same. "I'm close, Mo. Gonna blow a load if I carry on" said Dee and pulled away from my face to avoid cumming too soon. "Me too, Dee" said Mo. He grabbed his pants from the floor and held them above my head as he carried on fucking me. Then in one move, he pulled them over my head, covering my entire face so that not only could I not see anything, but all I could smell was his scent from the crotch. I breathed deep with each forward movement and could feel the sweaty pants on my face as I inhaled. He pulled them tight around my head and rode me like a cowboy on a horse. Within a few minutes, all I heard was "Take my load, bitch! Yeah! Yeah! Aarrrgh!". I clenched my arse as I could feel his dick pulsing and pumping cum into me. He thrust hard with each ejaculation and it nearly pushed me over the edge. He moaned a deep groan of satisfaction as his dick slowed from pushing his seed in me. "Quick!" said Dee as he got up and moved to my rear. Mo pulled out and I felt Dee rapidly fuck his hardon in me and within a few thrusts, he too was pumping me with his spunk, letting out a groan with each fuck. The sound was pure filth - a cock inside a well-lubed hole, squelching. "Argh, yes..." he sighed. He kept his cock in me for a little while before it deflated slightly and slipped out. I could feel cum already running down my balls. I was spent too, leaning forward with a sweaty pair of pants on my head. Mo removed them and barked "Get up here and clean our cocks" as they both sat on the couch naked. I got on my knees and moved forward, alternately licking and cleaning both of their dicks. It looked like they both produced a lot of cum and I wondered if with this much to clean off their dicks, how much was in my arse? Dee lifted his arm and put it around Mo's shoulder and said "So what do you reckon on our new trainee kafir, bruv?" With a smile, Mo replied "I think he needs some more practice before we let him into the club, don't you?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------