Where's my bitch?

I don't think I've told you before about the Spaniard. He sent me a message on a local dating site. I hooked up with him one time a few months ago. He's a big guy, 30ish, has a foot fetish, is into flip-flops. He has a big fat uncut dick. He likes to take charge. Last time he spanked me with the flip-flops and then fucked me. It was kind of fun. He has sent me a few messages since then. For one reason or another the timing hasn't worked out. But today I was back in town and he was horny.
I was running a bit late. He texted me: "Where's my bitch?" When I got there he dropped his sweats and pulled me onto his dick while he put his nose into a bottle of amyl. Once I had him hard and juicy he told me to strip and took me over the other side of the room. Sitting back on the sofa he could get me to suck on his dick while he kept spanking me. 
We tried variants on this. A couple of times he leant down and hoisted me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, getting me to jerk him with one hand while he held me up. 
I was getting a bit bored - there was no rhythm to the spanking and it was getting irritating rather than stimulating. I reminded him he'd said he wanted to give me a proper belting. I gave him the strap and explained what he needed to do. He gave me a couple of dozen but I don't think his heart was really in it. Eventually we ended up with him back on the sofa slapping my arse while I licked his feet and sucked his dick.
Then he wanted to fuck me. Last time he insisted on wearing a rubber. I said I didn't have one and just to go ahead anyway. He didn't protest. He pushed my head onto the floor and nailed me from above. The weight of him felt good as he pushed down into me but he wasn't very hard. He pulled out and got me to suck him off, giving me a big but bitter load in the back of my throat. 
This all left me a bit unsatisfied. As I left I texted my Samoan FB who lived nearby. Come on round, he said, I want to rape your arse. As usual he wanted a lazy start – he was on his back in bed, wanting me to play with his nipples and suck his dick until he hardened up. Then I knelt over him so he could slide it in. He pushed up into me, pushed it deep, kept rocking into me for 20 minutes (with one eye on a machofucker scene on the TV behind me ...) until he was warmed up. Then he threw off the blanket, stripped off his shirt, flipped me onto my back and started banging me. I felt his load go into me 10 minutes later, partly because I felt his dick pulse but more because I felt the wetness and heat from his cum as he spurted into me. I dipped a finger into my arse for a taste. Yum.
He was a bit more chatty than usual. Talked about a few of his other fuckbuds (all of them white guys – said he doesn't go for brown guys at all, and most of them straight with wives or girlfriends by the sound of it). Sounds as if he flips (he took a load up his arse from one of them last night).  At one point he asked if I was negative – we hadn't discussed status since the first time we hooked up. I said I had tested negative for everything in May. He thought he was ok – his fuckbuds were all negative. I said he should get tested himself. He told me about a kinky scene from the week before – a white married guy who turned up with a video of his wife getting fucked by another guy, wanted my mate to humiliate him and piss on him. We had a bit of a laugh – good to know the straight guys have got their kinks too. 
So that was my Saturday.