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Subject: Becoming A Kafir Faggot Whore Part 6 Thanks for all the feedback on Part 5 If you like this or other stories on , please consider a small donation to keep it free: fty/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mo 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?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Yeah, I agree" said Dee. "You want to be in the club, fag?" he asked me. "Yes, Sir - would be my honour to serve you and your friends". "Well, then. It's sorted. You'll earn your place. You need to try really hard, you got it?" "Yes Sir." I went back to cleaning their cocks and could feel my dick starting to stiffen again. Dee must have noticed; he pushed my head away from Mo's cock and then with his foot, pushed me onto my back. "OK, fag. That's enough. Go and put some clothes on" as he picked up Mo's briefs and threw them at me. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to wear them but I was eager to take them as a trophy so slid them up my legs as I stood. Mo laughed and said "What a bitch - can't even wear your own pants, eh? I bet your going to wank whilst sniffing those when you get home, aren't you?". I couldn't muster a reply and felt slightly ashamed. "Well fuck off then!" he said laughing. I walked back into the hallway and started putting my clothes back on. I started to feel that there was cum leaking from my arse. Nearly dressed, I was about to open the door to leave and Dee walked istanbul travesti up to me, his dick still swollen from the sex but looking delicious. "What's your home address, bitch?" I was taken aback and not sure what to say, but I told him nonetheless. "OK. Look out for a message in the coming days" and handed me a folded piece of paper. "I'll know everything, so don't let me down". With that, he opened the door and pushed me out. I had no idea what had just happened or what he meant but I started to walk away and unfolded the piece of paper. I had no idea what it said; a message in arabic or urdu? I wasn't sure. As I walked back to the train station I could feel cum slipping out of my well used hole. I wondered if anyone could see a moist spot appearing but didn't give a fuck - my mind was still buzzing with the experience. When I finally got home, I was horny as fuck again. The first thing I did was to strip down and I paused to look at my reflection in the mirror - there I stood in just a pair of dark briefs, tenting with my boner and a damp spot evident where my cock was leaking. I slid them down my legs and brought them up to my face, taking a deep breath in. All I could smell was man sex, ball sweat and a faint smell of piss. I lay down on the bed and pulled the briefs over my head so that the crotch was firmly over my nose and mouth, just like they had been earlier when I was getting fucked. My cock had never felt harder and with a few deep breaths in, I could feel a load starting to rise through my shaft. Playing with my nipple as I carried on stroking furiously, I started groaning with each breath as the spunk started to shoot out of my helmet, all over my belly. I must have dozed off because shortly after I woke smelling man sex - the briefs still over my head. I got myself together and put the briefs under my pillow; I would be wanking with those again later. A few days passed and I hadn't istanbul travestileri heard from my new dom. I was again wondering what was going to happen. I was working at the computer one afternoon in the week and my mobile buzzed. My other mobile, that is - the one I reserved for sexual encounters and NSFW apps. I couldn't risk a message popping up on my "normal" phone, so when the other one buzzed, I new there was something potentially horny. "Oi - kafir slut. What are you up to?" I immediately responded: "Just working, Sir" "Download the Signal app and contact me on this account once you have it setup". I did as he said and a few minutes later we were connected on Signal. I had no idea why he wanted to switch apps but I introduced myself to make sure I had the right account. "I bet you've been waking that fag clit of yours ever since we met, haven't you?" "Yes, Sir - I have been very horny" "Well you need to stop that - I don't want to hear that you have been wanking to your little fantasies, you hear?" "Yes, Sir" "Good. You still have the note I gave you?" "I do, Sir" "OK. Here's your next task. Do you know where Asif's grocery store is just round the corner from you?" I hesitated, "Erm, I think so". "Well go there this afternoon or tomorrow afternoon between 15:00 I thought I knew where it was but hadn't been to that part of town for a little while. As 15:00 came around, I made sure I was clean and ready for some action. I presumed that there would be some sex of some kind involved but no idea what exactly. I thought that it was a bit slutty to go and offer myself for sex to a complete stranger. But I guess I had already done that with Dee