Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Clothed," she said firmly.

"Eye contact?"

"Sure," she said with a wink.



"Do I have to warn you before I come."

"Nah, most of the time I don't get a warning. I mean, I can usually tell when it's about to happen anyway."

"Swallow?" I asked hesitantly. She paused, biting her lip, contemplating her response.

"I owe you," she said. "So I'll swallow, or try to, anyway. Deal?" She extended her hand.

"Deal," I said, shaking it. "I can't believe this is really happening."

"Oh, believe it," she said with a grin. "Since I ruined your first time, and all."



"Well, I mean, doing it with Anita wasn't horrible," I said. "Actually, it was pretty nice." I worried that telling her that would ruin my chance at a blowjob.

"I still should have just asked you if you'd be willing. So, I still owe you. By the way, Anita was very, very complimentary."

"Really?" I said, blushing.

"She didn't go into too much detail, but let's just say she had a great time. Several times."

"Yeah," I said, not meeting her eyes. "It was pretty intense."

"But I really am sorry," she said. "The BJ is just part of making amends."

"Part?" I said.

"Sure," She said, standing up. "I know you like it when I wear shorts around the house, so I wore them." She turned once, giving me a good view of her ass. Her shorts were so small that the bottom of her firm butt almost peeked out from them. She sat back down with a flourish, her long legs propped up on the coffee table.



"And before you ask how I know," she continued, "I'll just tell you right away that it's pretty obvious that you walk around with an erection all day. I know it isn't always because of me, but I figure, at least some of time, it must be right? That's why I guessed that Anita might get lucky with you, I knew you weren't afraid of elder women."

"You're not that old," I said quickly.

She laughed. "True, but old enough. And to continue my reparations, let's watch a movie tonight, your pick. We can even watch that French one you're so fond of, the one you kept sneaking up to your room when you were younger."

I stammered a reply, but she just laughed and continued. "Don't be embarrassed, I've seen it before, it's pretty steamy. And since you and I share laundry duty I know what you do all night. Don't worry about it. We all get ourselves off, right?"

"You do?" I asked.



"I do," she said simply. "Everyone does, unless they are lying about it. It's just easier for us girls to conceal the evidence, and whether or not we're aroused. You poor guys have to walk about with tent poles in your pants." She eyed my erection again and stretched.

"Well, now that we've set the ground rules, I'm heading out for a while. I'm cooking your favorite dinner tonight." She leaned forward to kiss me on top of the head. She left the room, and moments later I heard her pull out of the driveway.

I didn't wait to go upstairs. I had unzipped my jeans and freed my dick immediately. It was rock hard, pulsing, and dripping pre-cum. I ran my hand up and down the shaft slowly, using my own arousal as lubrication. My mind was buzzing, unable to focus, and I was halfway to an orgasm when I let go violently. I did not want to come, not yet. I want to build up, to really explode for her. I let my orgasm fade away and began again, stroking in earnest but stopping short of coming. I did this three more times, until I was in agony, and then got out of bed. I walked around the house naked and did some chores, my dick throbbing and dripping pre-cum everywhere. I was thankful for tile floors. When my dick finally shrank down I started to stroke it again, building myself up and stopping. Finally, after hours of getting close, I stopped altogether, and let everything subside and got dressed.



When Divyanka came home I was on edge. I felt a dull ache in my pants, half pleasurable, half uncomfortable. She still had her tiny shorts and tank top on, and she cooked me my favorite dinner, drinking white wine in the kitchen as she cooked. I sat with her, enjoying talking to her and enjoying the view. After dinner she pulled out the French movie I had snuck up to my room so many times. She grinned as put it on, dbanging her legs across me as she always did. I was a little jumpy, and my erection had me leaking more pre-cum than usual. The movie was about a young man discovering sex with his neighbor, and then her mother. It was very erotic, with enough full frontal to be enticing to a teenager. I still found it thrilling to watch.

"This is pretty steamy," she said lazily. She shifted a little, her leg moving up my thigh. I twitched, and rested my arm on her calf to keep her from accidentally bumping my erection. On screen, the young man was talking to his neighbor's mother, her flirtation obvious. In a few minutes she'd invite him inside, and then unbutton her blouse a few buttons when he isn't looking. The would end in a sex scene that usually got me off.

"I can't believe we even bought this movie," she said. "It's so raunchy."



"I don't mind it," I said. I knew there was a scene later in the movie where he gets a blowjob from the neighbor's mom, and I wondered if she remembered that scene. "Do you think it's weird?"

"The movie," she asked. "No, just a little silly."

"I meant the BJ," I said. "I mean, you're my stepmom."

"Ah," she said, adjusting her head to look at me. "I see what you mean. No, not really. If you can keep a secret, I've done worse. My sister and I borrowed our stepbrother's car when he came home from college one year. And we wrecked his car. It wasn't totaled, but he'd have to go back to college without it for a while. He was pretty mad but didn't let us know. I felt really bad. And so, after a night of drinking a little too much, I offered him a Handjob to repay what we did to his car. I thought he'd say no, but he went for it, so I went down on him.



"What I didn't know is that my sister  had the same idea, but when she brought it up to him the next day, I guess I had given him so much confidence that he talked her into going all the way. So, while all I did was a BJ, she got taken from behind over the kitchen table. I guess I got off easier, so to speak." She laughed at her little joke, and then turned back to the movie as if what she had just told me was as mundane as a shopping list.

I had missed the first sex scene, but I didn't care. Hearing Divyanka tell me that story had my dick and heart throbbing. To know she had sucked her stepbrother, had broken some kind of societal norm, and had at least twice used sex as a tool, made me view her in a different light. Part of me—most of me actual—expected her to change her mind. I was, until that point—convinced that the blowjob was probably not happening. But now that uncertainty was gone, and I was nervous.

The movie continued, but Divyanka fell asleep, her legs dbangd on me still. The movie ended with the young man in bed with the neighbor, the mother spying through the door, her face inscrutable. I shifted her legs to move, and she partially woke, her eyes still closed.

"Movie over?" she muttered. "I'm sorry I fell asleep." She was half out of it.



"It's ok," I whispered. "Do you need help up to bed?"

She nodded, her eyes still closed. "She reached out lazily, and I tried to help her up. She got up and started to slip back down. "I'll just sleep here," she muttered, flopping onto the couch. "Good night."

She flopped heavily onto the couch, her tits jiggling under her shirt. Her legs were spread out, one hanging off the couch while the other was propped up by cushions. As I looked her over I could see up her shorts. The light blue cotton fabric of her underwear was soaking wet. I stared as long as I dared, and then headed to my room, my dick dripping precum down my leg.