He turned slightly to his side facing me, his fingers tangling in my dark wavy hair as he pulled me back into the curves of his body. My sweaty bronze body shivered in a cool college apartment bed, the sound of a humming fan and smelling faintly of my jasmine perfume and spent passion. I lay there, my skin sensitively reacting from the friction of his soft pink hands touching, my legs draped across him like a well-tucked dark golden silk sari on his white skin.
Chris is an American knight who saved my dreams. At that moment, my mind and body belonged to him.
For the first time in three months, the anxious ticking in my brain, sleepless nights, the constant assessment of my expenses spreadsheet, my desperate calls for help to the university, the looping scenarios of a cancelled visa or the hardship that will end my research --had finally gone silent.
Summary
I am Rani, now 27, an ambitious high tech worker from India, started with graduate school in USA. This is a personal story of my roller-coaster period of life that I want to capture in the internet journals and share. It is an exploration of myself, selfish pursuit of my goals, friendships, desperation, sexual discoveries, value system, decision making and an unconventional romance - all with an older generation American man, with a cultural difference from across the globe. We found desire for belonging and technology that bridged the gaps into a beautiful relationship that i share today.
Before I present my back story on how I get to this point, let me start with a very joyful and promising ending of my first night as a first-time and one-man sugar baby.
I want to start when I am a 25 year old graduate student conducting research in cyber security at a major reputed Texas university, in desperate need for financial support, as my research assistantship was cancelled at the end of first year. Through my friend, Mila, I found a solution with Chris as my sugar daddy. A meticulous contract was in place, plenty of conversations over coffee and text and we decided to start this adventure last evening. The contract stated a "trial" before we had a choice to mutually commit for a longer term arrangement.
With a narrow waist of 26 inches, a sharp contrast to the soft, heavy fullness of my 34C breasts, my hips, at a solid 32 inches, made me "voluptuous-in-the-right-places". My temple of pleasure, where life is created, made men in the college and tech hallways go quiet as I passed with my jeans hugging my curves. At some parties, I also got the looks with a soft sari draped tight on my body, and a low cut sleeveless blouse. I had some moves with my hips, a combination of some of my dance classes and living in the shadow of Bollywood songs with barely dressed beauties gyrating erotically.
End of First Night, a Beginning
At forty-two, Chris carried the confidence that only came with experience; wide muscular shoulders and glowing pink, slightly freckled chest, with soft hair securing my frame; there were faint lines of wisdom at the corners of his eyes and a silvered edge to his hair that made my heart beat faster. His slightly hairy arm was a warm, solid weight across my waist, pulling me closer until our sweaty chests pressed against each other. He was my knight, it did not matter that he was married to his college blonde sweetheart, a father of two, a techie and a hardworking CEO of a hot startup about to break out big.
After a night where Chris and I had already shared passionate, caring love making three times, I felt a sense of satisfaction and connection. I had orgasmed at different levels more than six times, my body sore from the workout, my exerted lungs, convulsions and his sheer power inside me. My successful "trial" night settled into a beautiful reality as the morning light entered the room messaging hope. I realized that this "adventure" we started yesterday was exactly what I needed to secure my future.
I gently place my hands on his cheeks with a slight rough stubble and look into his eyes staring at my face. "Chris," I began, my voice nervous. "The trial... last night... it has been more than I imagined. I don't want to live in fear anymore. I feel so comfortable in your hug."
He ran a hand through my thick, dark waves of now messed up hair, his eyes--filled with that silvered edge of wisdom--fixed on mine. "What are you thinking, Rani? "
"I am ready to commit to you for a full year. I want you to be my knight in shining armor" I said, the ambitious computer engineer visualizing my clear path to graduation. I did not care what the world thought of this arrangement, or that we had a cultural and age differences. I was sold!
Chris didn't hesitate; his muscular arm tightened around my waist, pulling my chest against him with a possessive, reassuring weight. "Done," he whispered against my forehead. "Consider it settled. From this moment on, your success is my responsibility, my Indian queen."
I grabbed him tight and pecked him on his face like a chicken eating feed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you... " after each peck. I started crying as he stroked my head buried in his shoulders, holding me tight. I wiped my tears from his shoulders.
Then I felt him getting hard again, sandwiched between our sticky tummies. The "good girl" from the middle-class home 10,000 miles away vanished entirely, replaced by the lioness who understood that this appreciation demanded a new kind of expression. After all, I have been naked and enjoying this mans hunger for the last 14 hours. We started at 5pm, and now its about to be 7 am.
I started to wiggle myself in his embrace to tease his pressed hardness. Both of us start breathing heavy as we kiss one more time, with my now numb lips. He wanted me to want him. I slid my legs over his hips and started rolling over him, instantly pushing him to his back, realizing he was on the edge of the bed, half body about to roll down with me. "Careful Rani.", smiling, "hospital visit is not in our contract". I giggled. He simply carried me, again, and slid to the center of the bed.
I flipped my hair over my head hanging down, I began by using them to tease the skin of his face, tickling his nose, looking at him with my honeyed light-brown eyes to witness the effect I had on him. His eyes stared at me, knowing - "I feel your passion. I want it all." I slid down slowly with my breast nipples caressing his torso gently and my hair tickling right behind it. My now hard nipples reach the head of his cock, where I stop, look at him and wiggle side by side. His cock twitching up and down, wanting to feel more of my now sticky breasts - mix of sweat, his licks and our love juices, from just 30 minutes ago. His hands gently played with my messy hair and caressed the back of my neck.
In the past, I had never given a complete blowjob to my boyfriends, only hand job, kissing and some quick sucking before we had penetrative sex. Today, I wanted to please my knight, with all I can give. Not only was this new, but I do not remember if I even dreamed of any scenario with a older white man, as his concubine. I had crossed too many bridges, and his moaning desires made it easy for me to immerse myself.
I spent a few minutes teasing the head of his cock rotating my nipples around it. I was looking down to ensure precision touch as he was getting more aroused with involuntary flexing of his cock. My situation was no different, my wetness rubbing against his thighs. I slid down his legs, till my hair reached to tease his inner thighs. Chris started heavy breathing and emitting beautiful moans responding to my body from hair to toes, wrapped tightly around his leg. My pussy rubs on his slightly hairy skin on his tibia and twitches for action.
My lips started to explore the length of him, blowing air and pecking them randomly. I grabbed his cock with one hand and used my other hand nails to caress his entire length and balls. I could smell the musk of our love mix, and a faint hint of jasmine that I had sprayed all over my body. I switched from lips to tongue tasting the saltiness, it was an aphrodisiac, making me more wet, rubbing my pussy harder on his lower legs.
"I can't wait anymore,, Raaaaniiii." He carefully collected my hair to grab and guide my head to his cock on my lips. I obliged by taking him into my mouth like sucking a ripe mango. My tongue mimicked the sucking of a sweet lollypop rolling around his head. I focused on the sensitive areas, feeling him pulse against my tongue as I increased the suction. My mouth was making loud sucking noises in sync with his moans. As I gained confidence, I took more of him inside, my hand at the base of his cock to guide the movement while my other hand nails stroked his muscular thighs. "Gently Rani, I am a bit sensitive too after our long night.". He held my hair in a bunch, to see the action, as I reciprocated with my eyes now enjoying his facial expressions and sounds. I too moaned with my pussy rubbing and feeling a need to explode again. He did not push me to go deep, but he did turn my head a bit to feel his cock hit my cheeks. My saliva started to pour down his cock, as the slurping sounds became louder.
I watched his eyes tighten as his breath became erratic, getting in between his moans, head folding back, feeling his arousal peak, similar to what I felt last night. I maintained my pace, until I felt the hot explosion of his release. I felt a strong contraction in my pussy making me squeeze him harder. I drank in every drop of his explosive release, a physical "thank you" for the security he had just granted my future.
I collapsed on his side and fell asleep, not knowing when he used the bathroom, showered and came sat beside me on the bed. I woke up, without moving looked at him smiling - he joked, "You did not have to go this extreme. I was ready to commit when you kissed me with passion, in your pretty sari, cuddled in my lap. I was simply waiting for you to get there." I responded after a minute, "no one can control fire."
I will continue with the back story and a beginning of my first night in the next chapters. This is my story