Rape

Kalu works on our new punching bag as Karan and I return from the gym. Read to see what we do next. As Karan and I walked in all sweaty from the gym, we could see how Kalu was raping Karan’s wife aggressively. He was driving his cock into her with such burning fire that it would surely leave her sore for days. It wasn’t just the intensity of his assault, but also the aesthetics of it. He, a large, studly black man, with a great swinging dick, was almost splitting that tiny black-eyed woman in half, as he whispered obscenities and threats in her ears. It was music to our ears and heaven to our eyes. We didn’t want to interrupt it. Karan just left a 2000 rupee note as a tip for Kalu’s …

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Rohan, Karan, and I continue to wreck the ladies of the house. It was about 7pm. Karan was getting dressed for a party. It was his friend’s birthday at a fancy estate in South Delhi, so he knew he was going to get some action later in the night with some drunken slut. Now his stamina is amazing – there’s no doubt about that – but that doesn’t mean he won’t want to bust a nut before going so he won’t cum so soon. These South Delhi cunts are sloppy and easy, but they’re also vicious – if you don’t fuck them silly, they gossip about you the next day to their girlfriends. He put on a jockstrap first – gotta be prepared just in case it turned into a threesome. Then he slipped on …

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So far, the Delhi stud rapes his little Chink boy servant. What else is happening in their bungalow? Let’s find out. I kept bouncing Chhotu on my dick till I got tired of holding that little fucktoy. The rest of the night is a blur – I remember holding him against the wall and pumping into him, but that’s the last of it. I woke up the next day in my own bed, my naked butt sprawled across the bed atop of my white duvet, which no doubt, had cum stains near where my dick was. “Bhaiya, Orange Juice, or Protein Shake?” Kalu was standing next to my bed, with his black cock right in my face. If you recall, I’ve got a strict rule for my floor, and it’s simple – no clothes. For …

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