A month had passed since their last intense encounter, and the pull between Alex and Sushmitha had become unbearable. Their coffee rituals at Lobby Espresso Bar by Gypsy in Parramatta Square had grown riskier—lingering glances across the marble counter, subtle foot brushes under the table, whispered promises of what awaited. Sushmitha, thriving in her marketing role at Westpac’s expansive offices in the same complex, felt the thrill of proximity to Alex’s government department workspace like a constant electric hum. The short walk between buildings made stolen moments feel inevitable.
Her latest text arrived late one evening: “I dream about you every night. I need you to take me completely this time. Use me however you want—no limits.”
Alex booked their familiar luxurious suite at Meriton Suites Church Street for the following Saturday night.
Sushmitha slipped in just after 8 PM, wearing a simple yet seductive navy wrap dress that clung to her petite 5’2″ frame. Her body was compact and subtly soft—gentle curves with a tender chubbiness that made her feel irresistibly inviting: perky C-cup breasts, narrow waist flaring to soft hips, and a tight, plush ass that begged for attention. Her lasered-smooth pussy was already slick with anticipation beneath lace panties; the thought of being fully claimed by her lover made her tremble.
He greeted her with a deep, hungry kiss, backing her against the door. Hands slid under her dress, cupping her small breasts, pinching dark nipples until she gasped. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, voice thick with need. “I’ve waited all month to feel you again. To know you want me this badly.”
Sushmitha moaned, nodding frantically. “Yes… I’ve needed this. Needed you. My marriage has been empty for so long—I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be truly desired.”
He peeled the dress away slowly, reverently, exposing her bare caramel skin glowing under the suite’s soft lights. Foreplay was relentless: he carried her to the bed, pinning her wrists with one hand while the other teased her nipples, then trailed down to her smooth mound. Spreading her slim thighs, he inhaled her jasmine arousal. “You’re dripping for me already,” he whispered, before his mouth descended—tongue flicking her clit in rapid strokes, fingers curling deep into her tight channel. “Feel how much you need this? How much your body remembers me?”
She shattered quickly—petite body arching, convulsing as orgasm ripped through her, juices coating his chin while she cried out in a mix of English and Tamil.
Desperate to please, she dropped to her knees, small brown hands stroking his thick shaft. The visual contrast—her caramel fingers against his fair skin—drove her wild. “I love how you feel in my mouth,” she whispered, taking him deep, gagging wetly as tears pricked her eyes. She bobbed eagerly, humming around him. “I want to make you feel how much I want you.”
Their bodies collided in passionate, varied positions throughout the suite. He bent her over the gourmet kitchen counter—petite ass high, tight pussy stretched as he entered from behind, one hand tangled in her hair. “Feel how perfectly we fit,” he groaned. She came hard, walls fluttering desperately.
Then, standing against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Parramatta’s twinkling lights—he lifted her effortlessly, her slim legs wrapped around his waist in a deep standing embrace. “Look at us,” he breathed. “Look how much we need each other.” The sight and rhythm sent her over again, nails digging into his shoulders.
On the plush couch, she rode him, facing away—small ass bouncing as she ground down, clit rubbing his base. “I love feeling you this deep,” she panted. He spanked her lightly, pushing her to another shuddering peak.
They shifted to the floor for prone bone—her flat on her stomach, him covering her completely, thrusting deep from behind in long, controlling strokes. “You’re mine tonight,” he whispered. “All of you.” Her muffled cries built to another explosive orgasm.
But the night’s deepest craving surfaced. Breathless, Sushmitha looked up at him with wide, needy eyes. “I want more… I want you to take me completely—every way possible. And after… let’s use the bathroom. I want to feel marked, claimed.”
He prepped her thoroughly in the suite’s stylish bathroom—lube-slick fingers stretching her tight entrance while his tongue worked her clit. “You’re opening up so beautifully,” he murmured, sliding one finger in, then two, opening her slowly.
On her back with legs hooked over his shoulders for maximum depth, he slid into her ass slowly at first, then built to steady thrusts. One hand rubbed her clit furiously; the other pinned her throat lightly. “Come for me,” he urged. “Let me feel you.” The fullness and rhythm shattered her—her anal orgasm hit like a tidal wave, tighter and more consuming than before, body seizing as waves radiated from her filled ass. She cried out, collapsing forward, but he held her and kept moving.
With a final deep groan, he flooded her bowels with hot pulses, marking her in the most intimate way.
Afterward, still in the bathroom’s glow, Sushmitha led him under the shower spray. Squatting on the tiled floor, legs wide, warm water cascading over her petite form, she bore down. Thick cum oozed from her slightly gaped ass—creamy rivulets mixing with the water and swirling down the drain. She pushed harder, expelling the last of his load with soft moans. Then, eyes locked on his, she released—a warm golden stream of pee arcing from her smooth pussy, washing away the remnants in a torrent that rinsed everything clean.
“Your cum… leaking from me,” she whispered huskily, “and now I’m letting it all go. It feels so freeing.”
Alex pulled her up into a deep, wet kiss amid the steam.
But her craving wasn’t sated. Back on the bed, she pulled him down, guiding his hardening cock to her dripping pussy. “Now make me yours completely,” she begged, voice raw with need. “Fill me with your seed. I want to feel you breed me—deep inside where no one else has. I need this.”
He thrust into her missionary-style, deep and urgent, her legs locked around him. As climax built, she chanted, “Fill me… please, fill me…” He erupted inside her, thick ropes flooding her womb, her walls milking every drop as she came again, whispering, “Yes… claim me… I’m yours.”
As he slowly withdrew, a thick gush of creamy cum leaked from her stretched pussy—dripping in heavy ropes onto the towel beneath her. The excess trickled down her perineum, pooling around her slightly gaped ass. She reached down, spreading her lips with trembling fingers, watching the white cream ooze out in slow, obscene pulses. “Look… you’re still inside me… marking me.”
He knelt between her thighs, watching the creamy mess spread across the towel—pale seed stark against her caramel skin. “That’s what it looks like when you’re truly wanted,” he murmured, scooping a thick glob with his fingers and feeding it to her. She sucked greedily, moaning around his digits. “I’ve never felt this desired.”
They collapsed together, her head on his chest, both breathing hard.
As the afterglow settled, Sushmitha traced lazy circles on his skin. “My friend Priya… she’s Punjabi, married, stunning—curvy hips, full D-cup breasts, long silky black hair down to her waist, always dressed so elegantly in salwar kameez or sarees that hug every inch. She just discovered her husband’s been cheating for months. She’s heartbroken, furious… but lately she’s been asking questions. About feeling truly desired. We’ve talked late into the night—she’s curious, aching, ready to explore. After drinks at the Albion Hotel next week—maybe we invite her back here? Let her watch… or join. Let her feel what real passion can do for a neglected wife.”
Alex’s spent cock twitched against her thigh at the thought. “Tell her. See if she’s ready to step into this with us.”
High above Church Street, in Parramatta’s endless night lights, their connection burned brighter—each encounter binding them tighter in raw, passionate obsession, now threatening to pull another soul into the flame. Whatever came next, surrender was no longer an option; it was inevitable.
