Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

She ground harder against me as I felt her ass with both hands. She threw her head back, the towel coming loose and showing most of her tits. I felt her body shudder as she came, her pussy grinding against my jeans. She kept rubbing, the towel slipping down more, until I grabbed the fabric with one hand and let it fall off her. She pressed against me, naked, grinding against my thigh as she buried her face against my shoulder. I gripped her ass harder and she rode me, until she cried out, her whole body tensing up and then releasing. She leaned against me, breathing hard, her muscles loose and her body still.



"Oh, god," she whispered in my ear. She sat up, finally giving me a full view of her tits and the triangle of bushy pubic hair pressed against my jeans. She got off me, a trail of her wetness dripping onto the wet spot she made on my jeans. She pulled me up, kissing me as I stood up. My hands found her tits as her hands slid down and worked my belt buckle. She deftly opened my jeans and reached down with her left hand, grasping my member and stroking it gently. She backed toward the bed, gently guiding me with the hand wrapped around my throbbing erection.

We were silent as she pushed me back onto the bed. She pulled down my jeans, stripping them off of me before climbing over me. She kissed me, her tits pressed against my chest, as the damp hair between her legs ticked the head of my dick. I ran my hands down her back, over her ass, gripping her gently as she kissed me. Suddenly, with a flourish, she sat up, straddling me. Her pussy dripped onto my dick in anticipation.



She took my erection in her hand, gently guiding my dick upward as she sank onto it. I could feel her pussy lips part as the softest, wettest, warmest sensation I've ever experienced took over me. She impaled herself on me, pausing as I slid into her completely. Slowly, almost painfully slow, she raised up and lowered herself, savoring the sensation as I filled her repeatedly. I was beside myself and gripped her ass as she started to ride me fast, grinding against me. Her tits swayed with the rocking motion of her hips, beads of sweat glistening on her stomach.



She came a third time, her pussy gripping me as her orgasm reached its peak. I gasped, thrusting upward like an animal, lifting her upward as I exploded inside her. She gasped as she felt my orgasm merge with hers, my dick pumping into her. She fell on top of me, laughing as our bodies gave in and a wave of pleasure overtook us both. I kept pulsing, filling her with cum as we lay there in silence. Finally spend, she crawled off of me, leaving a trail of cum dripping out of her and onto my thigh. She stood up, picking up the towel and giving me a view of her from behind. I was still on the bed, breathing hard, my first sexual encounter with a woman leaving my mind blank. She leaned over, tits heaving, and gave me kiss.



"I really needed that," she said. She looked me over as I lay there, panting. She bent over and kissed me, her tits dragging across my shirt as she moved lower and kissed the shaft of my dick. I was covered in her wetness and my semen, which spread over her lips as she kissed my flaccid member over and over. She ran her tongue up and down it, and slowly it came back to life. She then sat up, stroking me as she wiped her mouth.

"I guess I need a little more," she said with a giggle. She stroked me until I was completely hard, and then crawled onto the bed. She put her shoulders down, head to the side, and raised her ass in the air. She parted her legs slightly, and her pussy dripped a mixture of wetness and cum as she waited.

I got up behind her on my knees, my hands shaking a little from the excitement. The view was marvelous as I approached her. I slid the head of my dick against her Pussy until it popped in an inch. She gasped loudly, and I penetrated her fully.

"That's it," she said. "Go deep."



I obliged, thrusting into her. She was beside herself, her pussy tightening as I kept thrusting, my hips slapping her ass and making it jiggle. She came, crying out as I kept going, her voice deep and throaty as she moaned. I was self-conscious about all the noise, but no one was home, so I kept going. She came a fifth time, her pussy contracting even harder, and I finally lost it. While less intense, my second orgasm was still powerful, and I emptied what cum I had left into her as I pushed as deep as I could. I pulled out of her, my cum rushing out in a torrent. She sat down on the bed next to me, her chest heaving.

"The benefits of youth," she said sweetly to me as she kissed me on the cheek. I stood up, a river of cum running down her thigh. She wiped it off with the towel she had worn.



"See you later," she said sweetly, and left the room. Minutes later I heard her car engine, the need for me to relieve my sexual tension long gone. I lay on the bed for some time. I felt like my nerves were rewiring themselves; everything felt different. The bed sheets on my skin, the dried cum all over my dick, the air from my fan blowing over me; it was all new. Finally, after an hour, I sat up. My muscles felt like they had never been used before. I was figuring out a whole new sensory experience after having fucked—or, really, having gotten fucked by—Anita. I looked in the mirror, my dick slowly regaining some vigor as I played the morning over in my head. Soon my dick was throbbing, but the idea of jerking off so soon seemed like a waste. Instead, I got a new pair of jeans out of the dresser and headed downstairs.

When Divyanka came home I was reading a book on the couch. I had resisted the urge to jerk off but thinking about Anita all day had kept me hard and leaking pre-cum all over the inside of my jeans. She dropped her bag on the table and set next to me on the couch.

"Big day?" she asked casually.



"No," I said quickly, then added, "I mean, not really."

"Cool," she said, nodding. "Hey, Anita sent me a text; she says you were very sweet and helped her out."

"Oh," I said, "yeah. It was no big deal."

Divyanka shifted in her seat, turning to face me. She threw her legs across mine, something she had done a hundred times. I jumped from the contact, and she laughed.

"Why so twitchy?" she teased.

"No reason," I said a little too defensively.

"Alright," she said, waving her hand. She looked at me. "I just thought you'd be more relaxed."

"What's that mean?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed as I tried to work out what she meant.



"Oh, nothing," she said dismissively. "What do you want to do for dinner?"

"Wait," I said, sitting up. She withdrew her legs and stood up. "What did you mean, you thought I'd be relaxed?"

Divyanka blushed, turning to the window to avoid making eye contact. I stood up, a feeling of dread rising up inside me. "Oh, you know," she said. "Just because, I guess, maybe helping out Anita wasn't such a bad thing...you know." She raised her eyebrows, leading me to the logical conclusion that she knew.

"I mean," she said, now talking from nerves more than anything else, "I'm not mad or anything. You're an adult, so what do I care if my friend comes over and you two...you know."



"You knew?" I said, my voice raising. "Did you know beforehand?"

"Um...yeah," she said, not meeting my eyes. In a low voice she added, "it was sort of my idea."

"What?" I said, my hands gesturing as I spoke. "You set me up with your friend?"

"I thought you wouldn't mind," Divyanka said. "I mean, I've seen you look at her."