My name is Alex, a 28-year-old salesman with an athletic physique sculpted by hours of CrossFit – 5'10", 165 lbs of lean muscle, chiseled abs, clear, smooth skin, and a firm, bouncy ass that turns heads. I live in Lyon, but to spice up my sex life, I decided to post an ad on dating sites like Croozr, Grindr, and Wannonce, to maximize and choose my partners! Looking for well-endowed guys to relentlessly pound me. My ad was clear: "Greedy bottom seeks XXL cocks for intense sessions in Saint-Étienne, Première Classe hotel. One at a time, in a row, no gang bangs – I want to savor every cock. Available this weekend, be persistent and dominant." I added photos of my arched ass and slightly open mouth to attract the alpha males. Saturday night arrives, and I've booked a basic room at the Première Classe hotel in Saint-Étienne, with its impersonal double bed and tiny bathroom—perfect for raw, anonymous sex. I gave the room number and time to the five guys who contacted me, spacing them an hour apart to avoid any overlap. My heart is pounding; I love the idea of ​​being used like a fuckhole, one after the other, without any real break. The first one arrives at 8 p.m.: a construction worker named Karim, 35 years old, of North African descent, with a massive physique—6'3", 200 lbs of bulging muscle, a large, hairy chest, tattooed arms, and a huge bulge under his sweatpants. His dark eyes undress me as soon as I step through the door. Without a word, he slams me against the wall, his calloused hand gripping the back of my neck. "Ready to get fucked, bitch?" he growls. I nod, aroused. He pulls down his pants, revealing a monstrous cock: 22 cm long, as thick as my wrist, veiny, with a wide, circumcised head that's already hard. I drop to my knees and devour it eagerly, sucking greedily, my tongue swirling around his glans as I massage his heavy, dangling balls. He fucks my mouth hard, shoving it down my throat, making me cough and drool, his hips slamming against my face. Then he pulls me up, throws me face down on the bed, and pours lube over my tight, pink hole. His thick fingers spread me open—first one, then two, stretching my walls. "Your ass is perfect for my cock," he murmurs. He positions his glans against my anus and pushes firmly; I feel my hole stretch painfully but deliciously around his massive shaft, swallowing it inch by inch until it reaches his balls. He begins to pound me mercilessly, his powerful thrusts making me moan like a bitch in heat. "Take that, you little slut!" he shouts, alternating between slow strokes so I can feel every vein and brutal accelerations where his balls slap against mine. He calls me every name under the sun, spanking my buttocks, which redden beneath his palms. After 20 intense minutes, he thrusts deep inside me and ejaculates in powerful spurts, without a condom as agreed, filling my ass with his hot semen that overflows when he withdraws. He leaves me panting, the sperm running down my thighs. I barely had 10 minutes to clean myself up, and then the second one knocked: a 42-year-old executive in a suit named Julien, a refined but vicious Caucasian type, 6'1", lean and muscular like a runner, with a straight, 8-inch cock, thin but hard as steel, topped with a trimmed pubic hair. He came in, smiled sadistically at me, and ordered me to undress. "On your knees, suck me until I'm ready." I obeyed, licking his cock from base to tip, taking his shaved balls in my mouth, then swallowing him deeply while he held my head. He facefucked me gently at first, then sped up, deepthroating me until I cried. He then put me on all fours on the bed, spat on my hole already lubricated by the previous sperm, and thrust in with a sharp movement. His long cock hit deep spots, making me scream with pleasure. He fucks me rhythmically, his hands on my slender hips, alternating with slaps on my ass. "You like getting filled, huh?" ...

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