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Chapter 113: Her Favourite Colour Part 6

Raaj trembled with need as he desperately held on to his climax. He wants her to know that he is the one in charge, that he is her master, that from now on, no one can ever make her come like he can. Still staring in her eyes, he bent down to take her mouth into his, locking their mouths together with hardly a sound before he began to move his hips again.

His balls slapped into the smooth flesh between her buttocks with a loud ‘piak’, slapping her ass in rhythm with his deep thrusts. There is no longer a need to be gentle.

Tears of joy and shame, surrender and acceptance obliterated Arisa’s eyes as a tsunami of passionate desire washed over her. It doesn’t matter who is fucking her now. It could have been any man, black, white or yellow, and it wouldn't have mattered. Nothing would stop her from realizing the need she is aching with!

In her state of wild arousal, the only sound that mattered was the slap of flesh against flesh. His heavy balls are smacking hard against her tender buttocks, bruising her skin, the pain a wildly exciting flame of passion. Every stroke and every thrust by his immensely thick and long cock bringing her ever closer to the pinnacle of yet another orgasm. Her knees were nearly doubled and her breasts were smashed beneath them. Erotic pleasure vibrating constantly from the crushed tips of her nipples as the backs of her thighs rubbed their wickedly hard erections.

The Indian man’s weight is all over her, crushing her as he fucked her, every push in rhythm with the punishing ecstasy of his cock. His pounding strokes were driving her insane. He is so deep inside her, deeper than anyone has ever managed. So deep that she could feel the throbbing head of his cock like a red-hot poker in her belly.

Long forgotten, Imran, Shaiful and Fariz watched as Raaj powered his cock in and out of Arisa’s pussy. The dark purplish rod was thick with fiercely pulsing veins, glistening in the light as her freely flowing juices drenched his cock, his balls thick with a frothy coat of their sperm and cunt juice. Raaj was gasping with short breaths as he fucked her with long deep thrusts. Every time he withdraws, her soft pink pussy would cling lovingly to the thickness of his cock, then he would power forward again, sinking his massive dick far down into the tightness of her hot pussy. Each time he strikes bottom, his balls would slap obscenely against the nakedness of her ass, making the three voyeurs gulp with mixed envy and lust.

Arisa could feel her orgasm draw nearer and nearer. This is the big one. The biggest one yet. She tightened the grip of her pussy involuntarily, curling her slender legs around her Indian lover’s hips, locking her ankles in a death grip as she pulled him harder down onto her writhing nakedness, burning with the maddening desire to draw him even more deeply into her pussy, to suck every inch of him into her body so that she might somehow quench this insatiable passion that is raging through her.

Yes! This is it! Raaj suddenly stopped his movement, silently willing the wanton bitch squirming desperately beneath him to open her eyes.

He didn’t wait long. Arisa’s eyelids fluttered partially open, and she saw through the liquid haze of her tears the smirking grin of absolute conquest that was smeared on the sweating man's lips.

"Like it, baby?" he leered down at her, sweat running from his neck in rivulets.

Arisa nodded bitterly, despite the delicious pain from her violated pussy. He had won. He had raped her, but she had enjoyed every moment of her violation. She had no excuse for how she felt and now… Now he stood victorious on the shredded ruins of her self-respect!

"I said, did you like it? Let me hear you say it!"

She flinched and her eyes closed tightly with shame. "Y-Yes... I like it, I like it!"

"What do you like? Say it! Say it! You know what to say!"

"Fuck you!" Arisa cursed through clenched teeth, desperate to retain the last of her tattered dignity.

Raaj pushed his hips forward, ramming his cock deep into her pussy in one stroke, making her gasp with pain.

“Say it!”

“Fuck you! I like it! I like it when you rape me! I like it when you fuck me! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me!! Fuck me!!! Make me come!!" Arisa screamed, the agonising need to come finally pushing her over the edge.

The words shot out of her throat and Raaj laughed at his absolute victory. There was no doubt left, this racist bitch is like all the others, he thought, doomed to be dominated by his black mamba. The slut is utterly at his mercy, unconditionally surrendered to his big Indian cock.

Raaj powered into her with an inhumanly cruel thrust, like he wants to bore right through her belly. The little girl is helplessly impaled on his black cock, writhing with need, squirming and twisting under him, mad with desire and pain from the long thick hardness of his penis.

Arisa was not giving up without a fight. Her sharp nails ripped across his back even as she was wildly violated, leaving crimson welts as she struggled in that frantic hysteria some women do just before orgasm. Her entire body is throbbing and quivering, jolts of orgasmic pleasure beginning from the soft flesh of her pussy and moving up along the lush curves of her body until every inch of her naked young flesh was flushed with her impending climax.

Suddenly, Arisa arched her back with a fierce jerk, writhing with terrible need as it seemed as if her back would break as she began to groan animalistically, ending with a wailing scream as the air rushed from her lungs. Her pussy flowered around his thick cock as she clenched it tightly, squeezing and milking it even as a gushing torrent of her love juices bathed his massive penis with her warm sticky fluid. Her eyes rolled back as her legs twisted behind his back and her nails ripped across his flesh like ten sharp daggers. Arisa screamed silently the joy of her rapturous climax while Raaj struggled to stay inside her wildly bucking body.

Finally, he groaned as he began to fuck his cock again and again into her scalding hot tightness. The velvety sensation of her liquid pussy felt too good and his long suppressed orgasm began as his penis throbbed, pumping his hot boiling cargo of sperm along the length of his cock until it gushed forth from the tip of his cockhead spraying her womb, pumping her hungry cervix full of his Indian cum.

Beneath him, Arisa threw an arm over her face and cried. She has finally came, fulfilling her body’s desperate need, committing the most wanton acts of lust. Yet she would never know if her tears were those of joy, or regret.