Jordan turned to look at me. He smiled and took me in his arms. He kissed and fondled me, acting as if our previous kiss had made it acceptable. But that was alright with me. ‘A kiss wouldn’t kill me,’ I thought and played along. We drank, kissed, and made out till we finished our drinks. I told him I felt high and I wanted to go back to the hotel. He paid, and we left the club.
I was slurring and staggering as we walked, but he didn’t seem drunk at all. I somehow managed to walk to the car. Jordan opened the door, I almost fell in the seat and immediately fell asleep.
I woke up when Jordan shook me. I struggled and got out of the car, trying not to lose my balance. Jordan quickly joined me. He put his right arm around my waist and helped me walk steadily with him. We took the elevator to the 17th floor and stepped out. Every step from the elevator to my room felt like a struggle. When we finally reached the room, I managed to take the key card from my handbag and give it to him. He opened the door, and we entered the room. I threw my bag on the couch, went to the bed, and fell flat on my back.
I woke up startled, feeling fingers on my feet. With blurred vision, I saw Jordan removing my sandals. I realized he was naked and opened my eyes wide. I saw his penis, and my heart started beating fast.
“Hello, sleeping beauty!” he said, dropping my sandals to the floor.
He stood straight, with a smile on his face and his penis dangling between his legs. I couldn’t take my eyes off his penis. It was very long, very thick, and very black.
He climbed on the bed and knelt on the mattress.
“It’s too big, Jordan,” I slurred.
“I’ll be gentle,” he said.
I was too high to argue. I hoped he would keep his word. He lifted my dress and removed my undies. He spread my legs apart and positioned himself above me. When I felt the head of his penis between my vaginal lips, I just closed my eyes and wished he wouldn’t hurt me. He pushed gently, but I could still feel my vagina stretch more than usual. He pushed slowly till I felt his pubic hair pressing against my vulva, and at the same time I felt his penis touch my cervix. I controlled the discomfort and pain. I had only felt a penis reach my cervix when the thrust was deep, but his penis had touched my cervix without much effort. He stroked his penis slowly inside my vagina, planting kisses on my face and neck. His thrusts were initially controlled, avoiding contact with my cervix, but as he increased his pace, each thrust struck my cervix, painfully. Every thrust pushed me into the mattress and made me gasp for air. I couldn’t move, and he didn’t stop. It seemed to go on forever. I closed my eyes and just blacked out.
I woke up at 4:30 am. Jordan was sleeping next to me. I regretted not removing my beautiful dress. Hoping our sexual fluids had not stuck to the dress, I got down from the bed. I removed my clothes and went to the bathroom. I peed and washed before leaving the bathroom. I lay on the bed next to Jordan and fell asleep.
I woke up at about 9 am. Jordan wasn’t there next to me. I thought he would be in the bathroom. I got down from the bed and checked the bathroom. He wasn’t there. I was disappointed. I finished my morning routine, got dressed, and left my room. I had a Sunday breakfast buffet in the hotel and returned to the room. I relaxed in the room, watching TV.
Jordan called about 11am and said he had to leave early to visit his parents, and he would meet me at the hotel at about 4 pm. I was happy with his plan.
That afternoon, I had room service meal. After having lunch, I had a short nap and woke up about 2:30pm. I was excited to meet Jordan. I had bought dresses from Little India in Los Angeles the previous weekend because Jordan had said Indian actresses look beautiful in movies wearing sarees, jewels, and with Bindi on their foreheads. I had planned to surprise him, and I thought it was the right time to do it. So I had a shower and wore an orange-colored, Zari-embroidered lehenga choli. The choli revealed my cleavage, and the lehenga was designed to show the belly button, but the set came with a dupatta, so I could cover up if I wanted to. I put on a matching necklace, earrings, and kept a Bindi on my forehead.
Jordan came at about 4:15 pm. When he saw me in Lehenga Choli, he showered me with compliments, took me in his arms, and we kissed. After sharing a passionate kiss, I asked him to sit on the couch, and he looked at me clearly wondering what I had in mind. I played Hindi songs on my phone and danced for him. While I was dancing for the second song, he removed his clothes and joined me naked. We danced together till the song ended. Then he made me bend over on the couch, lifted my lehenga, removed my panties, and dug his face between the cheeks of my bottom. He kissed my anus and vulva, and licked the insides of my anal passage and vagina. I was happy he really liked me.
He orally stimulated my vagina and anus for a long time, which calmed my racing heart. Eventually, when he stood behind me, I told him to be gentle. He said he will be gentle, but I mentally prepared myself to deal with the pain. When I felt the head of his penis in the opening of my vagina, my heart began racing again. As he pushed, it felt strangely good as my vagina stretched to accommodate his thick, long penis. When I felt his testicles pressing against my bottom and his penis touching my cervix, I knew his penis was fully inside me. I only vaguely remembered the previous night because I was drunk, but at that moment with his penis fully inside my vagina, it felt as if he had gently slid a baseball bat inside my vagina. It hurt, but it was a mix of pain and pleasure.
He moved his penis in and out slowly, without pushing deep to my cervix. He gradually increased the pace but he still controlled the depth of his thrusts. Just when I was starting to like the controlled thrusts, he lost control. His crotch struck my buttocks, and the tip of his penis bumped on my cervix, each time he penetrated me. Though it hurt a bit, the friction caused by his penis rapidly rubbing against my clit brought me closer to climax. Pleasure surged throughout my body, and I climaxed while he was still busy penetrating me. I felt relaxed after all the pent-up sexual tension was released. After a few more strokes, he ejaculated.
After making love, I changed my clothes, and we went out for dinner. We returned to the hotel room, made love, and slept together.
The next day was Monday. It was my third week in Los Angeles. We woke up early and went to the office together. Everything went well at work. After work, we returned to the hotel and made love. Then we went out to a restaurant for dinner. This became our routine on weekdays. We spent the next two weekends drinking and having as much sex as possible.
On the last week, we had a painful separation. I consoled him, knowing he would soon find another woman. I returned to India with a broken heart, but I was glad I had boyfriends in India who could satisfy my sexual needs.
So people, that was one of my memorable experiences. If I get time, I’ll share my other experiences with you. Bye for now. Take care and enjoy life.