"I'm gonna fuck you so raw and deep this weekend you'll be ruined for any other cock -- especially that pathetic little brown shrimp your husband has."
" You'll be the one owned, you uppity curry slut."
I smiled seductively, biting my lower lip as I felt a fresh rush of wetness soak my panties.
"We'll see about that," I hissed.
"I'm going to drain you dry and make you addicted to this Indian body. You'll be begging to fuck me... and only me."
Trevor's blue eyes burned with lust and dominance. He gave my thigh one last hard squeeze before pulling his hand back.
"Finish your food, whore," he said, voice rough.
"The sooner we get upstairs, the sooner I can start breaking that proud brown pussy."
I took one last bite, my heart racing, my body on fire. The tension between us was electric -- pure hate, lust, and raw power struggle.
We were both ready.
And soon, he would find out just how serious I was about owning him.
We finished our breakfast quickly, the air between us thick with hunger. Trevor paid the bill, and we headed back up to the room. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, he grabbed me.
Trevor pulled me into a deep, aggressive kiss. His large hands immediately went to my heavy breasts, squeezing and fondling them roughly through the tight red bodycon dress. I moaned into his mouth, my body arching into his touch as his strong fingers kneaded my fat tits.
"Mmm... yes..." I whimpered, my pierced nipples rock-hard against his palms.
We kissed hungrily for a long moment before I pulled back, breathing heavily, my lips swollen. I looked up at his towering frame with a seductive smile.
"I'm going to do a traditional Tamil dance for you," I purred. "To get that big white cock hard as a rock."
Trevor smirked and sat down on the edge of the bed, legs spread, watching me like a predator.
"Show me, Pajeeta."
"Wait," I whispered seductively.
I slipped away from him and went to my overnight bag. I pulled out the rich maroon silk sari I had brought.
Trevor watched with dark, hungry eyes as I changed right in front of him. I peeled off the red bodycon dress, letting it drop to the floor, standing completely naked for a moment except for my gold jewelry. Then I slowly draped the maroon sari around my curvy body -- wrapping it low on my hips so my soft waist and navel were exposed, tying the tight blouse that pushed my heavy breasts up and created deep cleavage. The gold waist chain and all my traditional jewelry shimmered beautifully against the silk.
I looked like the ultimate Tamil fantasy -- a traditional, jewelry-adorned Indian wife and mother dressed to seduce.
"Now," I said with a sultry smile, "I'm going to dance for you."
I started a slow, sensual, and erotic version of Bharatanatyam (South Indian dance). My hips swayed gracefully, my hands moved in fluid mudras, my gold bangles and necklaces jingling softly with every step. I danced closer to Trevor, my thick thighs and big round ass moving hypnotically under the silk sari.
Little by little, I stripped while I was dancing.
I let the pallu fall from my shoulder, exposing my tight blouse and deep cleavage. Then I untied the blouse, letting my heavy breasts spill free, bouncing as I continued the dance. Next, I unwrapped the sari skirt, sliding it down my wide hips and thick thighs until it pooled at my feet.
I finished the dance completely nude in front of him -- wearing nothing but my traditional Indian gold jewelry. My heavy breasts, soft waist, wide hips, thick thighs, and big round ass were all on full display, the gold shining against my brown skin.
Trevor's reaction was visceral. His massive white cock was throbbing painfully in his pants, the huge bulge tenting obscenely as he stared at me with raw, animalistic lust.
I was extremely pleased. I could see how desperately hard he was for me -- that arrogant racist white stud completely entranced by his Tamil goddess.
I stood there, breathing heavily from the dance, and gave him a seductive, challenging look.
"Your move, white boy...."
Trevor stood up from the bed, towering over me like a blond giant. Without saying a word, he grabbed the hem of his tight gym top and pulled it off in one smooth motion.
My breath caught in my throat.
His upper body was breathtaking -- broad, powerful shoulders, thick pectoral muscles, and a set of rock-hard abs that looked like they were carved from stone. Every muscle was defined and rippling under his pale skin. It was such a stark, overwhelming contrast to Karthik's slender, meek physique. My pussy clenched hard at the sight.
He didn't stop there.
Trevor hooked his thumbs into his bulging shorts and pushed them down along with his boxers in one go. His massive 9.5-inch white cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already rock-hard. It throbbed violently, twitching upward and slapping against his chiseled abs, the fat purple head glistening with precum.
I bit my lower lip hard, staring at it with raw hunger. It looked even bigger in person.
Without waiting for encouragement, I slowly approached him. My gold jewelry jingled softly with each step. I reached out with both hands and wrapped my soft fingers around his thick white shaft. It was so hot, so hard, and so much thicker than my husband's. I stroked him slowly and sensually, my palms gliding up and down his veiny length, feeling every ridge and pulse.
God... he's more than twice Karthik's length and girth, I thought, my pussy dripping as I compared them in my mind.
"Mmm..." I moaned softly, looking up into his blue eyes while continuing to stroke him lovingly.
"Look at this big white cock... so much bigger than my husband's little brown one."
Trevor groaned deeply, his muscular abs flexing as my hands worked him. His cock twitched powerfully in my grip, leaking more precum over my fingers.
I kept stroking him sensually, savoring the contrast, the power, the sheer size of him.
I kept stroking his massive white cock with both hands, my soft fingers gliding up and down the thick, veiny shaft. It was throbbing so hard, leaking so much precum that it was already dripping down over my knuckles.
"Mmm, look at you," I teased, my voice low and sultry.
"You're dripping so much precum already, just from me stroking your dick. I bet if I even put my lips around this big white cock, you'd bust a fat nut all over my face like a desperate teenager."
Trevor groaned deeply, his muscular abs flexing as his cock twitched violently in my grip.
"Get on your fucking knees," he growled, his voice rough with lust.
"Suck this big white cock like the slutty dot-head bitch you are."
His dominant words sent a fresh flood of wetness down my thighs. I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him, the carpet soft under me. My gold jewelry jingled as I looked up at his towering 6'7" muscular frame, my big beautiful brown eyes locking onto his small blue ones.
I wrapped my succulent lips around his fat, juicy dick head, sucking gently on the swollen tip. Trevor let out a loud, pleasure-filled moan as he stared down at me.
"Fuuuuck..." he groaned, one hand sliding into my hair. "Look at those pretty brown eyes staring up at me while your whore lips stretch around my cock. No wonder the British couldn't leave India."
I moaned around his thick head, the vibration traveling down his shaft as I took more of him into my warm, wet mouth. The taste of his precum coated my tongue, salty and masculine. I sucked him deeper, my cheeks hollowing, my heavy breasts bouncing slightly with the movement as I worked him with devotion and hunger.
Trevor's grip tightened in my hair, his hips pushing forward slowly, feeding me more of his massive white cock.
I looked up at Trevor with my big brown eyes and decided to stop holding back. I made my mouth even sloppier, letting my saliva flow freely as I sucked him. I bobbed my head faster, taking more of his thick white cock into my warm, wet mouth, coating every inch with thick, messy spit. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the hotel room as I sucked him eagerly.
Trevor groaned in pleasure and took control. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and started pistoning his hips, fucking my mouth with powerful, confident strokes. He didn't ask if I was okay. He didn't hesitate. He just used my mouth like he owned it.
"Mmmph--!" I moaned around his cock, the vibrations traveling down his shaft.
The roughness turned me on beyond words. Karthik would always pause and nervously ask if he was doing anything wrong, if I was comfortable. But Trevor didn't care. He just took what he wanted, and that unapologetic masculine dominance made my pussy drip like a faucet.
Thick strings of my saliva ran down my chin, dripping onto my heavy breasts, then sliding down my soft belly and thick thighs before falling onto the carpet. My mouth was a sloppy, drooling mess -- it felt like my throat itself was having an orgasm from the way his massive cock plunged in and out.
"Gluck--gluck--gluck--"
His heavy balls slapped against my chin with every thrust. My mascara started to run slightly from the intensity, but I didn't care. I was soaking wet between my legs, my juices running down my inner thighs.
"Fuck yes, you sloppy Indian whore!" Trevor growled, looking down at me with pure dominance.
"Look at you drooling all over my big white cock like a cheap street slut. That's it -- choke on it, little Pajeeta!"
I moaned loudly around his throbbing shaft, my eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. I was completely lost in the rough, filthy pleasure of being used by this towering racist white man while my husband waited at home, locked in chastity.
My mouth was his now.
And I was loving every second of it.
Trevor suddenly gripped my head with both of his strong hands, fingers tangling tightly in my hair. Before I could prepare myself, he started pistoning his massive white cock even faster into my mouth, fucking my face with raw, brutal force.
"Gluck--gluck--gluck--gluck--gluck--"
I started gagging hard around his thick shaft, my throat convulsing violently as he drove deeper with every thrust. Thick, messy saliva poured out of my stretched lips in heavy strings, dripping down my chin, splattering onto my heavy breasts, and running down my soft belly before falling onto the hotel carpet below me. My pussy was absolutely dripping wet -- hot juices running down my thick thighs and forming a small, shameful puddle on the floor beneath my knees.
He didn't relent. He just kept pounding my mouth relentlessly, using it like a tight, warm fucktoy. The same mouth I kissed my loving husband with every night, the same mouth I kissed my sweet boys goodnight with, was now being thoroughly fucked into submission by this towering racist white man.
"DON'T YOU DARE PULL BACK FROM MY COCK YOU FILTHY COCK HUNGRY BROWN MONKEY!"
Trevor roared loudly, his heavy balls slapping wetly against my chin with every savage thrust.
"This is what your slutty Indian mouth was made for -- choking on superior white cock. Choke on it, curry bitch!"
Tears of effort and overwhelming pleasure streamed down my cheeks, mixing with my running mascara and thick saliva. My throat bulged visibly around his massive girth, but I didn't pull away. I moaned and gagged loudly around him, my hands gripping his muscular thighs for support as he used my face without mercy for his own selfish pleasure and ego.
The degradation, the roughness, the sheer dominant power he exerted over me -- it was driving me absolutely wild. My pussy clenched and dripped even more, my juices making the carpet wet beneath me as I knelt there like a submissive slut for him.
I was completely at his mercy.
Trevor continued fucking my face with more powerful, brutal strokes, his thick cock slamming deep into my throat. I gagged and choked around him, tears streaming down my cheeks, saliva pouring messily from my stretched lips.
Then, suddenly, he pulled out with a wet pop.
I coughed repeatedly, gasping for air, thick strings of saliva dangling from my chin and lips. My voice was hoarse as I looked up at him and my eyes were watering.
"You selfish, inconsiderate asshole!" I rasped, still catching my breath.
Trevor just laughed at me with condescension, I was dealing with a true colonizer, a modern day conqueror.
"Don't act high and mighty, you loved every fucking second of it, you dirty Indian whore. Now get those pretty lips on my big white balls. Make sure to suck them nice and good."
I obeyed without a second thought, my pussy dripping even more at his commanding tone. I leaned forward on my knees and gently took his heavy, shaved right testicle into my warm, wet mouth. It was so big and full -- filling my mouth completely in a way that made me moan softly around it.
I sucked on it seductively, my tongue swirling lovingly over the smooth skin as I batted my big brown eyes up at him. I tugged gently with my lips, caressing and worshipping his heavy ball while my hand stroked the thick shaft above me.
Trevor let out a deep, pleasure-filled moan, his muscular abs flexing as he looked down at me.
"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuccccck!"
"No other woman has ever sucked my balls like this," he groaned.
"You're a natural, you filthy Pajeeta cum dump."
His compliment sent a surge of pride and arousal through me. I sucked harder, my tongue working his right testicle with devotion, then switching to the left one, lavishing both of his heavy egg sized testicles with wet, loving affection.
At that moment, on my knees with his balls in my mouth and his massive white cock resting against my face, I made a firm decision in my mind.
He will be my one and only white man. For the rest of my life.
No one else would ever get this from me, Selvi the slut was his to own and use.
I was completely his -- at least in this filthy, secret part of my life.
I sucked on his heavy balls for a while longer, alternating between them, my tongue swirling lovingly around each one. Then I slowly pulled his left testicle out of my mouth with a wet pop. It was drenched in my thick saliva, shiny and glistening as it swung heavily between his legs.
I continued stroking his massive white cock with both hands, my soft fingers gliding up and down the thick, veiny shaft as I looked up at him seductively.
"Don't I get some loving, White boy?" I cooed, my voice breathy and teasing.
"My nipples want your lips wrapped around them and your tongue swirling around them... or are you too inexperienced in that area?"
Trevor's eyes darkened with lust. Without a word, he reached down, grabbed me under my thighs, and lifted me effortlessly off the floor. I wrapped my thick legs around his waist and my arms around his thick neck as our mouths crashed together in a passionate, hungry kiss. We kissed like we were starving for each other -- tongues dancing wildly, lips sucking, moaning into each other's mouths.
After five intense minutes of making out, Trevor pulled back, his blue eyes burning with desire. He threw me onto the bed. I yelped in surprise as I bounced on the mattress, my heavy breasts jiggling.
Before I could recover, Trevor was on top of me, his massive muscular body pressing me down into the bed. He immediately took my big right breast into his mouth, sucking on it with desperate, hungry need -- as if he had been waiting weeks to do this. His tongue swirled around my dark, stiff nipple, sucking hard.
I moaned quietly, my back arching as pleasure shot through me. He was giving my nipples more attention and pleasure than Karthik ever had. I lovingly caressed Trevor's head, running my fingers through his long blonde hair as he sucked and alternated between my heavy tits.
Then he pushed both of my breasts together and took both nipples into his mouth at the same time, sucking and licking them hungrily.
"Ohhh fuck..." I moaned loudly, my body shuddering with overwhelming pleasure. Waves of ecstasy coursed through me as he worshipped my sensitive breasts. My pussy was dripping wet, soaking the sheets beneath me.
Trevor was devouring me like a man possessed, and I was completely lost in the pleasure he was giving me.
Trevor continued sucking on my nipples with desperate hunger, his mouth alternating between my heavy breasts. He groped and shook them with raw possessiveness, his large hands squeezing the soft, full flesh like they were his favorite things in the world -- like they had always belonged to him.
I moaned loudly in pleasure, my back arching as waves of intense stimulation coursed through me. He was groping and shaking my big titties with such hunger and confidence -- something Karthik had never done. My husband had always been gentle and respectful, but Trevor was treating them like property he had every right to claim.
"Oh Goddess... yes..." I whimpered, my fingers tangled in his long blonde hair as I held his head to my chest.
I couldn't believe it. These were the same breasts that had fed my two sweet sons, that Karthik had kissed so lovingly for years -- and now they were being roughly fondled and sucked by a racist white man who would hate my children if he ever met them. The taboo, the degradation, the sheer contrast made my pussy drip even more.
Trevor pulled back slightly, his blue eyes dark with lust as he looked at my glistening, saliva-covered tits.
"These fat brown udders are mine now, Pajeeta," he growled, slapping one of my big heavy breasts and watching it jiggle.
"I'm gonna mark them up so your cuck husband sees who they really belong to."
I moaned again, my body trembling with pleasure and shame. The same breasts that had nourished my family were now being claimed by this racist brute -- and I was loving every second of it.
Trevor suddenly stopped sucking on my nipples and pulled back. He looked into my eyes with a long, intense stare. For thirty seconds, we just gazed at each other -- his blue eyes burning with raw hunger, my big brown eyes filled with lust and surrender. No words were needed. We both knew it was time to end the foreplay and get to the main course.
He positioned himself between my thick thighs, his massive white cock resting against my soaked pussy lips. He teased me first, rubbing the fat head up and down my slick folds, coating himself in my juices.
I moaned loudly in anticipation, my hips bucking desperately.
"Enough with the teasing, you giant hick," I gasped. "I need that big white dick in me now!"
Trevor smirked and slowly pushed forward. My pussy stretched around his enormous girth, expanding to accommodate his size. He entered me gently at first, thrusting back and forth in shallow strokes as he elongated my vaginal depth.
The pleasure was overwhelming. Even his gentle strokes gave me more pleasure than Karthik's fastest thrusts ever had. He filled me up completely -- stretching my walls and putting delicious pressure on every sensitive spot inside me.
He kept thrusting slowly, deliberately, until he found my G-spot with the head of his enormous cock. Then he picked up the pace.
I came immediately -- hard and sudden -- my pussy clenching and gushing around his thick shaft as waves of ecstasy crashed through me.
"Ahhh--fuck!" I moaned loudly, my back arching, my big heavy breasts bouncing.
Trevor let out a mocking laugh, still thrusting as he watched me cum on his cock.
"This was just the tip of the iceberg, Pajeeta," he growled with arrogant satisfaction. "I'm not even halfway in you yet."
I was overwhelmed with excitement and pleasure. I knew today and tomorrow morning were going to be some of the most orgasmic days of my life.
I wrapped my thighs around his waist, pulling him deeper, ready for everything he was going to give me.
Trevor started picking up the pace little by little. His massive white cock slid in and out of me with increasing vigor, stretching me open in ways I had never felt before. I was moaning loudly now, my voice echoing in the hotel room as his thick shaft resized my pussy just like I had done with the cucumber -- but this felt ten times more pleasurable. It was flesh against flesh, hot and alive, his muscular body slamming against mine with every thrust.