Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"You have my permission to go around like this all day," I said.

She laughed, her tits jiggling. "I'd bet you'd like that," she smirked. On screen there was a sex scene, a pretty hot one, with the heroine riding her lover. "Sitting around, watching dirty movies with your topless stepmom."

"Well, I mean, why not?" I said.

"If I go around topless, then what are you going to do, walk around with a tent in your shorts all day?"

"I could go around naked, if that's what you mean," I said.

"Ha," she teased.

The movie continued and we put a second one on afterward. It was getting late and we were both tired. At some point we must have fallen asleep, because I woke in the middle of the night, both of us lying on the couch. Her back was pressed against me, and I realized with a start that my right hand was dbangd over her, my hand holding her breast. I also realized what had woken me up. There was a subtle movement. Divyanka was rubbing herself off.



She had done so when she had sucked my dick, and now, sleeping spooned together with her stepson's hand on her tit, she was rubbing her clit hard. I didn't move or let her know I was awake, but enjoyed the feeling of her in my hand. She ground her ass gently against me, and I was getting hard again. She must have thought it was an instinctual reaction in my sleep, because she did not stop. Her breathing was shallow and fast, her movements small to avoid detection. I could tell she was coming because she arched her back, her breath catching as she kept rubbing.



Divyanka came hard, her body tensing up as she kept a furious pace with her hand. She whimpered, the sexiest sound I had ever heard. I feigned sleep, enjoying this voyeuristic moment. Her motions slowed and her breathing returned to normal. Her hand slipped out of her underwear and she nestled closer to me. She put her hand on mine, readjusting it over her breast.

I couldn't take it any longer. With my hand gently squeezing her breast, I imperceptibly thrust against her soft ass. She was motionless as I slowly pressed against her repeatedly, my throbbing dick nestled against her ass. Eventually she started to press her ass against me to meet each of my thrusts, our bodies barely moving as I got closer to orgasm. Finally she pressed hard against me and I exploded. We froze, our bodies pressed together, as my dick pulsed hard and flooded my shorts with hot cum. She slowly relaxed as I kept coming, and finally we settled into each other comfortably. Slowly my cum soaked through my shorts, and through her underwear, and we fell asleep.



The next morning I woke up alone, with a note on the coffee table that Divyanka would see me that night. It was a miracle that Divyanka had unglued herself from me without me waking. I felt awkward, alone in the house after holding Divyanka all night. My shorts were stiff and stuck to me in weird places, and I got up and stretched with a jolt of pain. I heard my phone buzz and dashed over to check the text, hoping it was Divyanka. My spirits, fell, only a little, when I saw it was from Pooja Bose. She wanted to know if I was home, alone, because she wanted to come over and talk. I replied and went up to shower while I waited for her to come and see me



I showered the previous night's cum off of me and was drying off when I saw her car pull up. I hastily pulled on some jeans and a shirt and greeted her at the door with damp hair.

"Hey," she said brightly, grinning from ear to ear as she entered the house.

"Hi," I said. I was beyond feeling awkward after sex with a woman, Anita got me over that quickly. She had schooled me in the art of showing up, getting it on, and leaving. As Pooja Bose walked into the living room I followed her and sat on the couch opposite her.

"What's up?" I asked as casually as I could.

"Listen, we need to talk," she said.

When Divyanka came home, I was lying on a pool float, drifting aimlessly. I was a mess. An empty bottle of wine was floating in the pool near me, and my eyelids were half closed. She came out back, dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, and saw the wreckage in the pool that was me.

"What happened?" she said.



"Pooja Bose," I said, not bothering to move. "She said she has a boyfriend, and needed a mercenary fuck to get it out of her system. She was a virgin, you know. So she needed someone for her first time, without any emotional baggage...for her. Must be convenient."

Divyanka said nothing. She surveyed the wine bottle, and then spoke. "How drunk are you?"

"Very," I said. I was too far gone to be angry, that had faded hours ago. I let my arm splash into the pool in a half-hearted effort to steer my slow rotation away from her. She walked around the pool, keeping me in her sight.

"You could have drowned," she said.

"I don't care," I said. "All that matters is this float, it's my whole world.

"You're not making any sense," she said.

"Well, I've been passed around your friends," I said, suddenly bitter. "So I'm just going to float here for a while, until I figure out what I'm going to do. Maybe I'll move out. I don't know."

Her expression changed. "Listen, I'm sorry." She said.

"That's nice," I said, aware of the hurt on her face as I said it. "But right now, I'm going to stay here and not care."

I regretted it as soon as I said it, but my logic was a bit blurry anyway from the alcohol. Divyanka turned from me, and I expected her to walk into the house to stew a bit. My words were intended to cut to the bone. Instead, she unzipped her jeans and slid them off. She wore blue and white striped underwear, and even in my addled state my dick perked up a little

"Well, I'm sorry anyway, even if you don't care. And if you're going to lay there all night in the pool, I'm going to come to you to apologize."

Divyanka threw her shoulders back, sticking her chest out. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra under her flannel shirt. She suddenly flexed her arms backward, sticking her chest out more. As she did one, then two buttons of her shirt popped open. Then, in a violent burst, the rest of the buttons gave way and her shirt opened, revealing her tits.



My eyes popped open and I slipped off the float in surprise. She laughed, hard, and threw her shirt onto the deck. She dove into the pool as I got back onto the float, and swam toward me. She surfaced, propping herself up on the edge of the float. Her tits—even more glorious in the water—rested on the float between her elbows.

"I see I got your attention," she said with a smirk. "Are you going to float around all night, feeling sorry for yourself? Or are you going to accept my apology?"

I sat up a little and she crawled onto the float more. She reached the zipper of my jeans and pulled. The wet fabric fought her, but she eventually pulled my jeans down and freed my dick. I wriggled out of my jeans and she let them fall into the water. She reached forward and took my dick in her hand, casually looking at it, and up into my eyes, as I propped myself up on my elbows. Wordlessly she started to stroke me, gently, my dick growing in her hand.



"I was worried you'd be too drunk for this to work," she said, licking my entire shaft to help lubricate her hand. She slid closer, her tits touching the inside of my thighs. She stroked me, maintaining eye contact, and I wondered what could lead her to act this way. What made a woman give her stepson blowjobs? This was more than a dare, or paying me back, I realized. Her eyes shone with an intensity I'd never seen before.

"Come for me," she urged, pausing her strokes to lick my shaft every now and then. I sat up, and she slid closer, stroking me furiously. "Come on me, please," she implored.

I reached forward, sliding my hands under her tits. She obliged, lifting herself so I could cup them, before resting her weight back down. We were in the deep end, floating in a slow rotation, the motion of her handjob sending small waves through the water.

I was close, and I started to buck my hips. I wanted her to take me in her mouth, but she was enjoying herself. I came, grunting as a large burst of cum shot out over her shoulder. She aimed quickly as I kept coming, and stroked me as I spurt cum onto her neck and tits. I came hard, my dick shooting cum with each stroke of her hand, as if she was in control of my orgasm. Her tits were covered in cum, dripping down into the water that had pooled in the center of the float. When my orgasm ended she let go of my dick and swam to the edge of the water, looking over her shoulder at me. As she swam she slid off her underwear and kicked them off, letting them float away as she reached the edge of the pool. I swam over to her. She swam up to one of the water jets, pressing her pussy against it.



"I used to come like this all the time growing up. We had a pool and it used to give me the best orgasms," she explained. She rubbed gently against the wall, finding the sweet spot as water rushed over her clit. She moaned, pressing her body against the pool wall. I hung my arm onto the deck next to her. I pulled close, putting my free hand on her ass. She moaned as I cupped her ass and the water washed over her pussy. She was getting closer, and I was getting hard watching her come.

"Oh, god," she moaned, and started bucking her hips. She came, pressing her body against the pool wall and shuddering. I swung behing her, pressing my body against hers. My dick nestled in her soft ass, pointing straight up between her cheeks.

I thrust my dick upward against her ass cheeks, pinning her to the pool wall. She shuddered, coming again suddenly and violently. The constant stimulation on her clit was almost too much for her. She came a third time, shaking with the intensity of her orgasm as I thrust against her ass faster and faster. She came a fourth time, this time crying out in pleasure, begging me for a break. I pulled away, my dick throbbing. She led me to the shallow end of the pool and motioned for me to sit on the edge. I did, and she immediately pressed her tits around my dick and started to rub me off with them. I was so close, and her tits were so perfect, that I exploded quickly.