My first time with a muslim👅

Hey, my name is Aman, 22, a bottom sissy with a slutty nature. This was my first encounter; before this I never got fucked. It was a random night after I shifted to Delhi in 2025. One random evening I was properly high on hash and found myself scrolling Grindr for hours. I’ve always been into cross-dressing and the idea of being a total bottom bitch, so the app felt like the perfect place to finally explore it.

After a long time of browsing I matched with a guy who lived in a nearby college area — barely a fifteen-minute ride. He sent a dick pic right away. It was thick, nearly eight inches, cut, and looked heavy. We decided to meet that same night. I shaved everything carefully, put on a red bra and matching panties, then threw on a crop top and lower over them. My heart was already racing when I booked the Rapido.

He came downstairs to pick me up and led me straight to his room. The second the door closed I already felt like a whore. We sat on the bed and talked for a bit. Both of us were skinny. He started making moves, but I asked if we could smoke first so I could loosen up completely. We shared a joint.

Midway through it I glanced down and saw the clear outline of his hard cock pushing against his shorts. Something snapped in me. I leaned forward, pressed my mouth against the fabric, and started sucking him through the shorts. He noticed the bra straps under my crop top and smirked. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re properly satisfied, bitch.” His cock twitched harder under my lips. The thought that I was being a slut for a Muslim guy only made me wetter.

He slapped me lightly across the face, then kissed me hard. I slowly pulled his shorts down. Earlier I had asked him to wear the same dirty underwear for a few days and cum in it for me. He had done exactly that — five days of wearing the same pair and adding to the stains every day. The smell hit me the moment the shorts came off. It was rank, musky, and filthy in the best way. I buried my face in the crotch, licking and sniffing the dried cum stains while my own cock leaked into the red panties.

He made me open the waistband with my teeth, then slapped my cheek again and guided my mouth onto his bare cock. The taste was strong and salty. I started sucking eagerly. He grabbed my hair and pushed deeper. “Take it, slut.” I gagged, eyes watering, but he kept feeding it to me. After a few minutes of face-fucking he pulled out, kissed me messily, and pushed me back down.

He came hard — thick ropes filling my mouth and coating my lips. Another slap, another rough kiss, then he made me keep sucking until he was hard again. By then my panties were soaked with pre-cum. After another ten minutes of sucking he flipped me onto my back into missionary. He spit on his fingers and my hole, worked one in while kissing me, then spanked my ass. “Now you’re going to see what happens the whole night.”

I got nervous when he reached into the drawer and pulled out a rope. He asked if I wanted my wrists tied and I nodded yes. He tied my wrists above my head, then pressed the head of his cock against my tight hole and pushed in with my clear permission. With one strong push he was inside. The burn was sharp. He fucked me slowly at first until the pain started turning into something hotter. When I told him I wanted to submit properly he untied my hands. I immediately started scratching his back and moaning like a whore.

He pulled my panties off, stuffed them in my mouth, and started pounding me harder. After about ten minutes he flipped me into doggy. The wet sounds my hole was making were filthy. I came so hard I farted around his cock. Twenty minutes in he pulled out, asked if I wanted him bare, and when I moaned yes he slid back in raw. He unloaded deep inside me. Then he made me turn around and clean his cock with my tongue while his cum dripped out of my used hole.

He still wasn’t done. He took a Viagra, looked at me with a hungry grin, and said, “Your ass is going to be sore until morning.” He didn’t even let me catch my breath. He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and slammed back in bare. No warning, no soft start — just one long, brutal thrust that punched the air out of my lungs. He fucked me like a dog in heat, hips slamming, balls slapping my used hole.

Every time I tried to crawl forward he dragged me back by the hair and buried himself deeper. “Take it, whore. This is what you came for.” He spit on my hole mid-thrust, slapped my ass until both cheeks burned red, and kept breeding me in long, punishing strokes. When he came the second time he stayed buried and ground his cock in circles, forcing every drop as deep as it would go. Then he pulled out, shoved my face into the wet spot on the sheet, and made me lick my own mess while he rubbed his still-hard cock against my cheek.

He didn’t even soft. He just flipped me onto my back again, pushed my knees to my chest, and drove straight back into the messy, open hole. The wet sounds were filthy — cum and spit squelching with every thrust. He leaned down, bit my nipple through the bra, then slapped my face left and right while he fucked me. “Look at me while I ruin this cunt.” I was shaking, drooling, cock leaking nonstop onto my stomach.

He grabbed my throat with one hand and kept pounding, gripping my throat firmly just enough that my vision started to blur. When he came the third time he pulled out at the last second and painted my face, my bra, and my open mouth. Then he pushed the head back between my lips and made me suck every last drop while his other hand kept slapping my raw ass. By now my hole was swollen and leaking constantly.

He dragged me to the edge of the bed, stood between my legs, and started fucking me standing. He held my ankles wide apart and drove down into me like he was trying to break me open. Every thrust forced more of his previous loads out of me; it ran down my crack and onto the floor. He called me his personal breeding slut, told me I was nothing but a warm hole for his cum. When I started crying from the intensity he just fucked harder and spat in my mouth.

He came the fourth time without pulling out, then stayed inside and kept slowly rocking, forcing the fresh load deeper while I whimpered. After a minute he pulled free, pushed three fingers into the loose, creamy hole, and made me taste them. The last round was pure hunger. He put me on all fours again, pressed my face into the mattress, and mounted me like an animal. No rhythm, just raw, continuous pounding.

He reached under and stroked my cock roughly while he fucked, telling me I was only allowed to cum when he said so. My whole body was shaking, hole raw and sore, but he didn’t stop. He kept slamming until I was making broken little sounds with every thrust. When he finally came the fifth time he buried himself to the hilt and held me there, hips locked, grinding until the last pulse finished.

Then he pulled out, flipped me onto my back one last time, and made me open my mouth. He milked the rest of his load onto my tongue, slapped my cheek with the sticky cock, and ordered me to swallow. By 5 a.m. the white sheet was a disaster of cum stains, spit, and the wet mess from my hole. My red panties were filthy. He made me put them back on, then walked me downstairs.

In front of the Rapido driver he kept spanking my ass and stretched the waistband of the panties outward so anyone could see how used I was. He kissed me with the taste of his cum still in both our mouths, told me I was his personal slut from now on, and only then let me leave. I rode home leaking, sore, and already wanting the next time.