Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Shut up!! I will be dressed in just a minute," she blushed.


"No... no... Hina Khan wait," he shouted as she went on to pick up her clothes, "you can tease him a little bit."

"No way I am doing that," she pulled a panty over her smooth legs.

"Noooo," he howled, "please... it would be fun, just take the delivery of the pizza in this towel... I bet he will die with heart attack."



"I know you have a perverted mind but I am certainly not exposing myself to a stranger... how cheap it looks," she shuddered.

"I know... I know... you are always unsupportive of any fun," he spoke in a rather rude voice.

"This is your idea of fun!! Displaying myself like a cheap whore," she also raised her voice.

"What's wrong with it."

"I am not a slut," she retorted.

"Huh."

"What do you mean by 'Huh', she spoke.

"Don't act like a nun with me... like you have never been with any other men," he shouted.

"What other men," she challenged him.

"Your late-night meetings with your boss, getting away every month to different cities in the name of work... you think I don't know how you are getting promoted every other year," his voice was bitter.

"Ohhh... is it," she was shocked for a moment then spoke sarcastically, "you think I am fucking my boss to get promotion."

He didn't answer but both of them stared each other through the web cam. Hina Khan slumped on the couch in front of the laptop, feeling dejected. She had known Kunal since her teenage but today she felt like she knows nothing about him. She is living with a stranger.

"Honey," Kunal called out but she was lost in deep thoughts.

"Honey I am sorry," he spoke, "I didn't mean it... I was just angry," but Hina Khan was lost into deep thoughts. He tried again and again but she remained silent and Kunal knew he has spoken too much and he was not getting away easily. Hina Khan was boiling with rage, she had been listening to her husband's comments and hints for last few months, but today he has openly accused her of cheating and that too without any substance in it. She decided she had enough.



Just then the doorbell rang and Hina Khan looked in his direction.

"Must be the pizza," she spoke coolly. She took the laptop and placed it on the ledge below the TV.

"You can watch the couch clearly from here, honey," her tone was scaring Kunal.

"What... why," Kunal was lost for words. She checked in the open window that the laptop was placed at the correct place and most of the drawing cum living room was visible. She then moved her hand inside the towel and pulled out her panty.

"What are you doing," she heard Kunal's horrified voice.

"Nothing darling I am just taking pizza delivery... the way you wanted," she smiled. The doorbell rang again.

"Coming... Just a sec," she shouted and readjusted the towel and her curvaceous nude body was revealed in the process. She tied it back again.

"No... no... Hina... please," he tried to stop her feeling alarmed of what she might do.

"Shhh darling," she spoke melodramatically, "we couldn't let the guy know that you are watching, I'll turn the speaker mute," she spoke and along with turning the speaker mute she also minimized the window.

Kunal could not believe when he saw her walking towards the door. He knew that as she has muted the speaker she would not be able to hear his protests and even if she can hear he knew how stubborn she is. Now the idea of the pizza dare seems so stupid.

The doorbell rang again.

"Just a sec," she shouted and took a deep breath before heading for the door.

Kunal could hear the faint talking in the background as she was not in the view, then he heard the door closing. He took a sigh of relief that it was over quickly but his relief was short lived when he saw her returning and a man following her with the pizza box in his hands. His heart leaped to his throat when he saw him, he was no delivery boy but a grown up strong man who looked mean. He was clearly excited to see Hina Khan wrapped in towel and was shamelessly leering.



"You are really impatient, could have waited couple of seconds, I was taking a shower," she muttered under her breath.

"It's good I was impatient otherwise I would have missed the chance to look at such a beauty," he grinned.

"Shut up and put the box on the table," she playfully spoke and pointed towards the side table.

"No... no... Hina Khan... don't encourage this scum bag," Kunal shouted but then realized that she has muted him and cannot hear his voice. He squirmed in his seat and desperately watched his lovely wife displaying his half-nude body to a total stranger. His heart started to beat fast in apprehension of something bad.

Hina Khan was nervous, she took this bold step without properly thinking over it. Before opening the door she felt confident and assumed that she can handle the situation, but when she saw the guy shamelessly ogling at her, she felt jittery. She pretended to look for her purse to pay him and can feel his gaze on her ass. From the corner of her eyes she can see a big grin on his face. She knew that her husband is watching and she cannot let her nervousness be seen by him.

"Where is my purse..." She murmured.

"No problem... take your time," the man spoke enjoying the long and slender legs of Hina Khan.



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Tahir Hassan was a 32-year-old man who works as a peon for a local businessman and during weekends he also delivers pizzas to earn some extra cash. He was married eight years ago and was living with his wife. Today when he picked up the last pizza box of the day for delivery at an upsc, his only thought was to finish the job and head for the local bar for his regular drinks. Little did he know that fate had sometime else for him tonight.

When he rang the bell of the flat and it took time to open he got a bit impatient, but when finally the door was opened, he was shocked to find an elegant lady at the door, dbangd only in a towel. He looked in awe at the long and slender legs and the milky skin showing in abundance. The towel was hugging at her curves and he was lost into the depth of her cleavage, imagining the softness of her white boobs.

"Yes," the lady spoke and Tahir came out of his trance.

"Umm... pizza," he stupidly looked at her.

"Yeah... come." She kept the door opened for him. As he followed her to the drawing room he was surprised to note that she was acting so casual.

'These ultramodern wives of rich people are so fucked up,' he thought and then shrugged his shoulders and smiled looking at her narrow waist and broad ass, swaying seductively as she walked. He felt his cock twitching in his pants.

Hina Khan saw her purse lying beside the couch and she has to bend down to pick it up. She knew that if she bends she would be revealing her nude ass to him, the thought sends a shiver down her spine. She could not bring herself to shamelessly expose and she put a hand on her ass to keep the towel in place and bends her knees to pick up the purse.