So yea, there is a loser here in Vancouver who is raising my k** thinking its his.This is another of my real stories.A little about me first: I am an ...rab muslim guy living in Vancouver, Canada. I have a fantasy for Indian Hindu/Sikh girls, because for them a muslim cock is like a forbidden fruit.I met Harveer Kaur (name changed for privacy) on a dating site. She was married but unhappy. She told me she wanted to leave her husband and move on, thats why she was on that site. Soon she got. I could tell he was getting antsy and I laid back on the bed. He rubbed my stockings and slowly pulled my panties down. I was soft but the tip my clitty was very wet. I rubbed my finger on it and licked it and made an "mmm" sound. Mike put some KY jelly on his hard cock and put my legs up in the air. He started to rub the head of his cock against my asshole and tried to push it in. I was really tight and I told him to go slowly. He kissed me and at the same time finally got the head in my ass.. I glanced round to the nearest one and noticed he was stroking his hard cock slowly.looking over to the others i saw they were doing the same.my cock became hard instantly in my hand and my heart started to beat fast.i wanked my cock slowly,it throbbed hard in my hand and its head seemed so large.i felt so excited having walked in on these men wanking.i looked over at them and they all were looking at me.i smiled at them and walked into one of the cubicles.i shut the door behind me .my heart. I got up and moved over to her row as i passed infront of her she grabbed my shorts and pulled them down exposing my semi-hard cock to her she took the head into her mouth and started to roll it around and then moved it deeper and back out again until i was hard as a rock, she pulled her clothes off as well and then turned around facing her ass to me, she started to begg for me to fuck her asshole, she wanted me to since she saw me on the platform. I presssed my firm cock against her asshole.