Three weeks after their first scorching night at the Meriton Suites on Church Street, the messages between Alex and Sushmitha had escalated into explicit territory, dripping with racial tension and mutual obsession. Their stolen coffee meets at Lobby Espresso Bar by Gypsy in Parramatta Square—nestled in the sleek lobby of 6 Parramatta Square—now felt charged with secret knowledge. She’d sip her flat white, eyes flicking to his across the marble counter, while he pretended to check emails on his phone, both knowing what waited next. Sushmitha worked in marketing at Westpac’s nearby Parramatta Square offices; Alex handled projects for a government department in the area. The proximity made their affair dangerously convenient.
She texted him Thursday afternoon: “Your white cock owns my thoughts. I need more—deeper, filthier. Claim every part of me.”
He booked the same luxurious suite at Meriton Suites Church Street for Friday night.
Sushmitha arrived just after 8 PM, slipping through the door in a fitted black midi dress that accentuated her petite 5’2” frame—minor, soft curves with a subtle chubbiness that made her body feel deliciously compact and inviting. Her C-cup breasts sat pert and full on her chest, nipples already hardening against the fabric. Her hips had a gentle flare, ass small but plush enough to jiggle with each step—tight, toned from yoga, yet yielding under pressure. She’d lasered her pussy smooth long ago, a private rebellion; tonight, that bare, caramel mound was for Alex alone. As an anal virgin, the fantasy of him taking her untouched ass consumed her.
The door clicked shut, and he had her against the wall instantly, mouth devouring hers. Pale hands roamed her petite form, squeezing her modest curves, thumbs brushing her stiff nipples through the dress. “Fuck, this tiny brown body,” he growled, voice thick with dominance. “So petite, so tight—perfect for a white man to stretch and ruin. Your little Tamil frame was made to take pale cock, wasn’t it? Begging to be owned.”
Sushmitha whimpered, pressing her thighs together as arousal soaked her thong. “Yes… I’ve always wanted a white man to dominate me like this. My brown skin against your pale hands—make me your dirty little Indian toy.”
He stripped her slowly, reverently at first, then roughly—dress pooling at her feet, exposing her smooth, bare pussy and perky C-cups. Foreplay built like a storm: he pinned her to the bed, sucking her dark nipples until they throbbed, biting just enough to make her arch. His tongue trailed down her soft belly to her lasered mound, spreading her slim thighs wide. “Look at this perfect bald brown cunt—glistening for white tongue,” he taunted, inhaling her jasmine-spiced scent before diving in. Firm licks circled her clit; fingers plunged deep into her impossibly tight heat. “So fucking tight… this petite pussy clenches like it was waiting for white invasion.”
She came hard on his mouth—body jerking, petite frame convulsing as juices flooded his tongue, crying out in Tamil-laced moans.
Eager to reciprocate, she pushed him back and knelt between his legs. Her small brown hands wrapped around his thick pale cock, the contrast stark and intoxicating. “So big and white… nothing like what I’ve known,” she whispered, taking him deep. She sucked sloppily, gagging wetly, eyes watering as she deepthroated him. “I love choking on white cock—proves I’m your brown whore.” The words made her hump the air, another small orgasm rippling through her just from the humiliation.
They fucked in frantic, random positions across the suite. He bent her over the desk, facing the glittering Parramatta skyline—petite ass up, tight pussy stretched wide as he pounded from behind, slapping her cheeks. “Feel that white dick owning your little Tamil hole?” She came again, walls fluttering desperately.
Next, he lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchenette counter—her slim legs wrapped around him in standing missionary, heels digging into his back as he thrust deep. “Watch my pale cock disappear into your dark, tight pussy,” he commanded. The visual sent her over, orgasm crashing through her petite body.
On the floor in a heated tangle, she straddled him reverse cowgirl—small ass bouncing as she rode, grinding her clit against him. “Bounce that tight brown ass on your white master,” he growled, spanking her lightly. She shattered once more, trembling atop him.
They shifted to the couch in a sideways spoon—her petite frame curled against his larger one, one leg hooked high as he drove in from behind. “This compact body was wasted before—now it’s mine to fill,” he whispered. Another climax built and broke, her cries muffled against the cushions.
But the real craving surfaced. Breathless, she confessed: “I’m an anal virgin… No one’s ever touched there. I want you to take it—be the first white man to claim my brown ass.”
He prepped her patiently—lube-slick fingers circling her virgin pucker, tongue teasing her clit simultaneously. “Such a tight little virgin Tamil ass—begging for pale cock to stretch it wide,” he murmured, sliding one finger in, then two, opening her slowly.
On all fours on the bed, she begged shamelessly, “Please… shove that thick white cock in my tiny brown ass. Ruin me—make me your anal slut!”
He eased in inch by inch, the stretch burning then blooming into pleasure. Once balls-deep, he thrust—slow, then building to hard, punishing strokes. One hand rubbed her clit furiously; the other gripped her slim hip. “Come on my white cock while it reams your virgin hole—admit you love being ass-fucked by a white man.” The intense race play shattered her: her first anal orgasm exploded—tighter, deeper than vaginal ones, body seizing violently as waves radiated from her stuffed ass. She screamed, collapsing forward, but he held her and kept pounding.
With a final guttural roar—“Take my white seed deep in your bowels, you filthy little brown bitch”—he erupted, flooding her with hot pulses.
They collapsed, but Sushmitha wanted to push further. With a wicked, debauched smile, she led him to the spacious bathroom shower. “Watch me… see your mark on me.”
Under the warm spray, she squatted, legs spread wide on the tiled floor. Alex knelt close, water cascading over them. She bore down—thick white cum began oozing from her slightly gaped ass, creamy streams mixing with water and swirling down the drain. She pushed harder, expelling the last ropes with a soft moan. Then, eyes locked on his, she released—a warm golden stream of pee arcing from her smooth pussy, washing over the remnants of his load, everything rinsing away in the shower’s flow.
“Your white cum… leaking from my tight brown ass,” she whispered huskily, “and now I’m pissing it out like the dirty slut you’ve turned me into.”
Alex pulled her up into a fierce, wet kiss amid the steam.
High above Church Street, in the glow of Parramatta’s indifferent lights, their affair burned hotter—deeper into taboo territory, binding them in raw, racial fire neither could resist. The next meet couldn’t come soon enough.