1. Sharmota for Zeb Part 2 - Teaching a Class


    Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: BDSM, Gay Male, Interracial Sex, Author: sharmota4zeb, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    grew. I was impressed by the size of their Arab zebs. My own tiny dick started to rise as the knowledge that I pleased Arab men inflamed my sexual desire. My tits also hardened under their gazes. Essam pointed to my sissy dick. "Notice that the mere presence of Arab men makes Sharmota horny. Also note the size of his dick. It is only 4 inches. That is OK. He never fucks with it anymore, therefore the size does not mater. Also notice how he stands there with his hands at his side. He makes no effort to cover his manhood, no effort to protect it from your gazes. He is content to expose it to you, because he has surrendered every part of himself to Arab men. Let me demonstrate." Essam took his belt off, folded it, and slapped my small balls with the leather. "A man would have protected his balls, but my sharmota loves serving me more than he loves his own balls." Essam undressed as he continued to talk. "To properly train a Westerner, it is important to remove his masculinity. Men fight, and women submit. A sharmota will submit like a woman once he is trained. Fucking missionary style is a good way to achieve this goal, because it is the way men fuck women most of the time. We will show you this sex now." Essam pointed to the desk on the podium. "Sharmota. Assume the missionary position," he ordered me. I promptly obeyed. Essam unrolled a condom onto his 9 inch zeb and stood between my legs. I was on my back on the desk with my head facing the class. I could see some of the ...
    youths rubbing their zebs through their pants. He lubed up my hole and plunged into my boycunt until the entire shaft was buried within me. "When you first fuck a sharmota, his ass is virginal, and you must proceed carefully and slowly. Once you break him in, you can jump straight to the fast hard fucking on future occasions," he told the class. Then he put words to action by ravishing my boycunt. Feeling Essam's zeb pound my prostate was wonderful. Knowing that he was dominating me in front of 6 young Arab men in order to instruct the next generation in this tradition made me even hornier. Those college boys were 15 years my junior, but I knew from the way they grinned at each other and stroked their zebs that they were sexually superior to me. Some of the youths removed their pants and underwear to jerk their naked zebs and play with their large Arab balls. Combined with the sensation of Essam sawing in and out of my ass the sight of them masturbating pushed me over the edge. I shot my weak sperm all over my stomach. Essam pushed his zeb into me all the way to the root and then held it there. He scooped up my jizz and fed it to me. I greedily licked his finger clean. Then he slid his fingers, slick from my saliva, along my lips. "It is important to conquer a sharmota's mouth as well as his ass. Remember, every part of him must belong to you," Essam told the class. Then he pulled out his zeb, removed the condom, and stood near the blackboard. I knew exactly what my master ...
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