A true story of how I, an Indian man, met a pornstar ten years back and had sex.
In 2014, I had a sexual experience with Faye Reagan – the freckled redhead pornstar.
Through social connections I made over the years as an event organizer, I was invited to a private Facebook group. I remember seeing her face as I scrolled through a popular selfie thread – she had posted herself dressed as Princess Peach, with a caption about driving to a comic con. The account was in her real name – Faye Jillian Henning – but I recognized her instantly. I didn’t interact with her directly, but at the time I felt surprised to be in a private group with a real pornstar, and nobody else seemed to know.
Months later, I joined a group video chat. We played Cards Against Humanity, and Faye was in that call. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, she was so beautiful. Nobody else in the call seemed to recognize her identity. We had amazing chemistry, with her laughing and flirting with me all night. After the call, I got a drunken private message from her that read, “I want to have your mixed-race baby.”
I was an Indian man in my mid-20’s with limited sexual experience, and I had a kind of rugged caveman look that happened to be her fantasy. I couldn’t believe my insane luck – and I knew she was the real deal from our video chat.
That was the beginning of our online relationship, which went on for several months. We chatted with each other every day and night, sharing intimate details of our lives with each other. She was retired from porn, living with her ex-boyfriend (who was her co-star in multiple scenes), and was looking for something else to do with her life. She wasn’t satisfied with porn – she wanted to become a writer, or go back to school.
One night we were both feeling horny, so she turned the phone camera on her crotch and pulled down her panties. She fingered her wet pussy, and told me to show her my dick. Now I have a regular-sized dick with a slight curve, but she convinced me that it didn’t matter. I reluctantly pulled out my dick, and pulled back the foreskin. And we both climaxed, hard – I came all over a countertop, and she said, “If I was there, I would lick that up.”
Over the next several months, we made plans to meet up in person, and we were both hyped. The anticipation was so much that she was masturbating to me five times a day. This was like a manic dream come true. She was living in Tennessee, and I was living in Texas – and we agreed to meet halfway for one extended weekend of non-stop banging in Alabama. I reserved a honeymoon suite, and we made elaborate plans for the perfect sex weekend. I’d never done anything like this before – she, on the other hand, was much more experienced – though she’d never gone so far out of her way to meet a stranger on the internet.
I’ll never forget the moment that I arrived in the hotel room. Faye was applying make-up in the bathroom mirror, and when she saw me in the reflection she turned around. I walked her to the bedroom and removed her clothes. She laid back on the bed, and her body was perfect – I put my lips and tongue over her perfect breasts. I looked up at her, as she was writhing in pleasure, and told her that I wanted her to suck my cock.
I got on my back and she went between my legs like a pro and drew my brown cock into her mouth. I couldn’t believe it – Faye Reagan actually sucking my cock eagerly. I came ten seconds later, and she gracefully swallowed and crawled up and kissed me. I held her in my arms and told her that I usually last much longer with other women (which was a lie) and she said she understood – we would have all weekend to get our rhythm.
She fondled my testicles as she hummed a song that was playing on the radio (a Death Cab for Cutie song) and I started getting hard again. She unwrapped a condom and used her mouth to put it on, then got on her back again. I climbed on top of her, and she reached down and inserted me into her and wriggled around. Her pussy felt absolutely amazing. I’ll never forget how she said to me, as I was fucking her, “You’re thicker than I imagined.”
We fucked missionary, doggy-style, and then finally she said she wanted to be on top – and that was so hot, her breasts bouncing and our hips slapping together. I came hard with her on top, then she pulled the condom off and licked my cock clean. I brought out her vibrator and manually pleasured her. We kissed and hugged afterward.
That weekend, we had sex like we were the last people on Earth – in the living room couch, in the shower, in bed, on the floor. In between, I took her out to dinner and shopping. And then more sex. I remember spanking and groping her ass, which she was really into, and telling her that her body belonged to me. We were both really into exploring the inter-racial aspect of our relationship, brown on white.
We shared a lot of emotions that weekend – I told her I love her, and we thought about our future. She swallowed my cum whenever I asked, like no girl I’ve ever been with.
Unfortunately, the relationship didn’t work out. That was the first and only time we actually met in person, and later we stopped talking altogether. I left that Facebook group years ago and deleted most of what we shared – texts, photos, videos, though I still have a couple. But sometimes when I’m lonely I’ll just look her porn up and remember how it felt.