NOTES: This is a direct follow-up to my previous story "Oz Beach Boy Shows Abbie Chatfield." It can, however, still be read as a stand-alone story. This is an interracial CFNM sex story featuring a dominant, dark skinned, 32-year-old Indian-Australian woman and a more submissive 25-year-old Anglo-Australian man. It features female-of-male body worship, humiliation and ridicule, as well as various male-female sex acts. All characters featured and mentioned are over eighteen. This is a work of complete fiction. This story takes place after my recent holiday-themed entries.
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It was a mild summer's evening in Sydney, Australia. 32-year-old Indian-Australian radio producer Sharna Khatri was more aroused than she'd ever been in her entire life.
Underneath her tight-fitting, figure-hugging Levis, her silky underpants were alarmingly wet with sexual excitement.
The beautiful Sharna had watched with utter delight as a gorgeous 25-year-old man named Matt had stripped completely naked in The Hit Network's main studio and dutifully had his enormous penis measured by bubbly and beautiful radio host Abbie Chatfield.
The in-studio penis measurement was the capper to a very enlightening and entertaining interview that Abbie had conducted with Matt about what life was like for a man with a very, very large appendage.
The muscular and supremely well hung Matt's answers were funny, honest, candid and informative. It had been a great interview.
As the highly aroused Sharna sneakily groped and caressed muscly Matt's rock-hard butt from behind while Abbie did her job with the tape measure, the nude man got a near instantaneous and very embarrassing erection.
Mere seconds later, Matt then ejaculated, obviously prompted by a few accidental touches from Abbie combined with Sharna's illicit molestation of him.
Clearly humiliated, the red-faced Matt had quietly gotten dressed as Abbie warmly said her goodbyes.
The popular 26-year-old radio host left the studio and headed home in a fit of riotous, uncontrollable giggles.
Far from offended, the gregarious Abbie had found Matt's impromptu erection and ejaculation utterly hilarious, even though he'd accidentally splattered semen in her hair and across her cheek. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Shows Abbie Chatfield"]
"Oh my god," Matt said as he quickly buttoned up his shirt. "I still can't believe that happened. For god's sake, I shot a load in Abbie's hair..."
"It's okay," Sharna smiled. "Abbie thought it was hilarious. Don't worry, Matt. She's not angry or offended."
The cheeky Sharna paused and looked Matt directly in the eye, teasing out the younger man's amusing humiliation.
"Still, it must be horribly embarrassing for you though," Sharna smirked, "getting an erection in front of two female strangers and then ejaculating so quickly in public."
"I know, I know," Matt muttered as he brushed his longish brown hair off his handsome face with his hands. "It's a bit of a problem for me..."
"Well, obviously...premature ejaculation must be really humiliating for a man," Sharna said naughtily, "and you've just done it on live radio!"
Sharna looked at Matt with barely concealed lust. She had to do everything within her power not to instantly drop to her knees and suck Matt's enormous cock right there and then when he was standing in the studio completely naked.
When Abbie asked to measure his penis, the cocky Matt unnecessarily stripped naked instead of just hanging his phallus modestly out of his pants.
Matt was tall, tanned and wonderfully muscular, and was obviously very keen to show off his close-to-perfect body to two women.
It was wild behaviour, and Sharna was convinced that Matt was some kind of exhibitionist pervert.
Matt's cocksure bravado, however, had backfired, and the supremely jacked stud now looked more like a cowed, beaten dog than a strutting peacock displaying his impressive feathers to get the attention of two females.
Sharna Khatri was ecstatic. She absolutely loved muscular men with big cocks, and truly thrived while being in charge during sex.
Sharna loved nothing more than taking the lead while fucking a guy, which had frequently inspired her to pursue considerably younger and less experienced men in order to get what she wanted.
With the beautiful and clearly embarrassed Matt standing in front of her with his head bowed and that enormous appendage tucked away inside his pants, Sharna knew she couldn't let this opportunity slide.
The muscly stud's compliance while she sneakily groped him turned Sharna on in a massive way.
She was horny as hell and desperately wanted to fuck Matt's sexy brains out. Sharna was going to take him...whether he liked it or not.
That said, the beautiful and feisty radio producer had very clearly seen Matt checking her out several times, and knew that it would take very little effort to get this hotter-than-hot Anglo-Aussie back into her office and then back out of his clothes.
Like all her men, Sharna wanted this 25-year-old hunk completely naked and under her thumb.
"Hey, Matt, can you come back to my office to sort out some paperwork?" Sharna asked with a smile. "It shouldn't take too long."
"Yeah, sure," Matt replied quietly while picking up his shoes, obviously still embarrassed. "Will I have to pay for Abbie's hairdressing bill?"
"Mmmm, I might take it out in trade instead," Sharna said with a lascivious smile, and then gave Matt a naughty wink. "Is there anything you can do for me?"
"Sure, I could do some typing or office work for you," Matt replied and winked back at Sharna. "Whatever you need..."
"Okay, let's go," Sharna smiled. "I'll hold you to that, Matt!"
As an ad blared over the studio speakers for the upcoming promo tour from Australian-born WWE star Rhea Ripley, Sharna quickly led the way toward her office.
The feisty radio producer was nearly jogging, with Matt happily following behind...and hopefully checking out her curvy butt along the way.
Sharna Khatri loved sex, and she particularly loved having sex with hot Anglo-Aussie guys like Matt.
For her whole life, Sharna had rebelled against her strict, stifling, conservative Indian parents, and the best way to upset these traditionalist prudes had always been by dating non-Indian guys.
Like nearly all Indian parents of Indian girls, Sharna's mother, Jesminder, and father, Virat, wanted their daughters to either marry a successful man and become a home-maker, or to study hard and become a medical practitioner of some kind.
The gutsy Sharna, however, wasn't interested in either option. She wanted to get into the media industry, and her parents hated the idea.
In response, the irrepressible Sharna baited her disapproving mother and father at every turn.
With a wilful, expectant smile, Sharna took great delight in the disappointed looks on her parent's faces whenever she brought an Aussie boy home for dinner.
Her parents' over-wrought efforts to maintain their very Indian sense of decency and hospitality in the face of their own obvious disapproval was particularly amusing for Sharna.
The blatant dissatisfaction of her parents hedged way too close to outright racism for the far more liberal and open-minded Sharna.
She found her parents' superior, disapproving attitude toward Anglo-Australians offensive and troubling.
Sharna didn't prescribe to the same tedious, antiquated set of values that Jesminder and Virat clung to with an almost desperate need to preserve the past.
Self-possessed and extremely intelligent, Sharna was all about the here and now, and having a good fucking time.
Sharna's parents came to Australia from Mumbai when she was just four-years-old, and her two older sisters were six and seven.
Virat and Jesminder had now been in Australia for 28 years, but they had only partially embraced and accepted the ways of their adopted homeland.
Sharna rightly saw herself as more Australian than Indian, and kicked against her parents' traditionalist Indian values in any way she could.
She wore revealing clothes, drank and smoked, did drugs, took on a wide variety of casual, interracial sexual partners, and chose a career path that ran in direct opposition to every ambition her parents had for her.
When the twenty-year-old Sharna was accepted into a prestigious, incredibly competitive radio and media production course at a highly regarded university, an enraged Virat put a hole in the wall with his fist, while Jesminder openly wept with disappointment.
The justifiably proud and happy Sharna was furious at her parents, so she hit back at them in the best way she knew how.
That night, she chatted up a tattooed, long-haired, bearded bad boy in a seedy city bar, and naughtily took him home.
To her parents' horror, Sharna and her well hung pick-up fucked loudly and aggressively in her bedroom for over an hour.
When Sharna unmistakably heard Jesminder hovering around in the hallway near her bedroom, she mischievously asked her half-drunk pick-up to walk out in his underwear to shock the much older woman...but then had an even better idea.
"If you actually walk out there completely naked instead," Sharna smiled at her one-night-stand, "I'll let you stick it in my butt."
With a big, malicious smile, the guy gleefully peeled off his tattered briefs and then swaggered into the hallway with his big dick and low-swinging balls proudly hanging.
When Sharna heard Jesminder squeal in shock and disgust a few moments later, the half-drunk twenty-year-old doubled over with laughter and a cruel sense of destructive satisfaction.
Despite the fact that she'd subsequently achieved great success as a highly valued radio producer across an impressive array of major Australian media networks, 32-year-old Sharna's parents still viewed her as a galling disappointment.
Her older sisters were both doctors, and Sharna was indeed the shameful, embarrassing black sheep of the family, despite her impressive career achievements and substantial bank balance.
Sharna and her family had always lived in Sydney's Indian suburban enclave of Harris Park, but Sharna left when she got her first radio job.
Against her parents' wishes, Sharna moved to the far more cosmopolitan and bohemian area of Potts Point, which was much closer to the city centre.
Once she was living on her own, Sharna really cut loose. She gleefully did more booze and blow, and more men, than she ever had before.
