Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

I was 24 when I fell in love with Chandu, completely in love with him. I met him at my birthday party. Chandu tall and handsome and muscular. He played rugby, he ran marathons. Chandu was gorgeous. I was so proud he fancied me.




I was a virgin then. I had had some fumbling encounters with boys, of course, who hasn't, but although I hadn't found anyone I really wanted to have inside me. I was as ripe as a peach and ready for action. I watched porn. I knew what to do. I dreamed about it in the dark hours of the night, as I pleasured and stroked myself, and watched girls doing unspeakable things to male members whose hugeness seemed to me to be fake. The girls all seemed to be cross eyed with lust, in those videos, and the men just grunted a lot. I realised I rather liked the ones where the girls were helpless, where they started off looking a bit unwilling. I liked it when the men held them down. I loved the parts where the cocks slid into them. I used to imagine a cock like that sliding into me.



I met Chandu because his Dad, Soma raju, was doing some work with my Dad. Soma raju was my father's age. He sent shivers through me. He was this great muscular hulk of a man, with tattoos and a kind of sneer, and he had a way of looking at me that made me feel naked. The first time he came to our house I was in my bedroom and he came in to talk to me, on his way to the bathroom, and he kind of loomed in the doorway and leered. He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I was sitting on the bed and it was a small bedroom. I realised his groin was at the same height as my head, and sensed something was bulging there. I thought he did it on purpose.



After that Soma raju was always round, he and my father were best buddies. He didn't have a wife, but he had a son, Chandu, and after a while Chandu started to come with him.

It wasn't long before I realised Chandu liked me. Probably about ten minutes after we met, actually, I went into the kitchen to make tea and he came in and took me in his arms, and put his mouth on mine and stated to probe inside it expertly with his tongue.

I loved it. I kissed him back, pushing myself against him, sensing the exciting bulge in his trousers, loving the thought that he wanted me.



Soma raju seemed to approve, but it didn't stop his lecherous glances. He used to say things like, 'you two lovebirds had better not get too sticky,' and 'she looks like a thirsty girl.' I used to catch him looking at me all the time. He made personal comments. I'd be in the kitchen, cleaning up, and he'd say, 'you should wear tops like that more often, Deeksha, you've got beautiful tits,' or 'if that dress was any shorter I'd have to play with your muff myself honey.' It was revolting. I still remember the time after my birthday party, when I had gone to the toilet and hadn't shut the door properly. I was just pulling my things back up when Soma raju came in, fumbling with his flies. I said, 'sorry, I'm in here,' and went to push the door shut but he came in anyway.



'No problem, Deeksha love, I don't mind if you don't...'

I was trying to fasten my Levis and he was between me and the door when he asked for a birthday kiss. I was trying to be polite, so I lifted my face. I wasn't prepared for the way he pulled me to him, his tongue pushing my mouth open, his big hand pushing my shirt open and taking hold of my nipple, so that as he fucked my mouth with his tongue he was squeezing and pulling and tickling at my left teat. A shudder of feeling rushed through me and I fought to hide it, but I know he felt it. My nipples were like rocks. And then, as he came away, he whispered, 'I can't wait for the day I feel your mouth round my cock,' and I was horrified to realise I was turned on.



I remember feeling sick, fighting him, him laughing and pulling away, but being left for the rest of the evening with this horrible horny feeling.

My tits, you see, turn me on like mad. It wasn't him, particularly. They just make me horny. I had persuaded Chandu to suckle on them, and tease them, and lick them and chew them from our very first day together, and I could sometimes get halfway to orgasm as he feasted on me. I dreamed of having two men suckling on my teats. I still do. Strangers. I just didn't dream one of them would be Soma raju.



Soma raju was a big strong man, he'd probably been handsome once, so I guess that's where Chandu got his looks, and I had to try to be nice to him, because Chandu adored him. He even seemed to want to be him sometimes. They even wore the same aftershave. It was musky and lovely. I loved the way Chandu smelled when I kissed his neck. I loved the way he whispered that he loved it when I did what I was told...

My friends didn't like Chandu and they hated Soma raju. My friend said Chandu fucked women with his Dad watching, but I'd never seen any hint of that. And Chandu had a fabulous penis, pale and thick and straight, with a lovely soft foreskin and shaved balls.

The first time I saw it we were in the car, and he was talking to his father on the phone. As he talked he was looking at me, and I wasn't sure I'd heard right when I heard him say, 'I'm in the car with Deeksha. She's going to start sucking my cock.' I went bright red, red as a raspberry, but as he carried on talking to his Dad he opened his fly and his fat white member was standing there, rising in salute. Obediently I lowered myself to it, opened my mouth, touched it a little with my tongue, and then opened to his swollen knob, sank my warm mouth onto his lovely mushroom, and started to feed. As I sucked and rubbed and teased and played he was telling his father what was doing.



'You should see her, dad, she's horny as a slut. Oh God, yeah... she's sucking my duck like a pro, that's right baby, suck that cock, work by balls, oh yeah... '

I loved it. I played and sucked and stroked like the girls in the porn films, gobbling and feasting off him like the sluts do, looking up at him and moaning. As I worked at him I watched and felt him start to strain, his cock becoming more swollen and riding, his balls starting to contract, his body shuddering as he started to cum, and I plunged as far onto him as I could to take it as he ejaculated into me, his gorgeous spurts of creamy cum...

'Oh Dad she's good, she's going to suck me dry...'

Chandu loved it when I sucked his dick, but I think I loved it even more. After that I used to suck him off all the time. Sometimes we'd be in a restaurant, eating pizza or something, and I'd slide my hand into his flies and just tease and rub him. I loved to play with him, loved stroking his precum with my thumb, loved the moment when his balls swelled and contracted and he strained and shuddered and jerked into me.



I was still saddled with my virginity. I had daydreams about lying in my bedroom and a series of men, all ages, all sizes, coming into the room one by one. In my daydream I'd suck and lick and play with them, and all of them cum in my mouth, every single one. It was just a fantasy. I know fantasies aren't real. Sometimes I imagined Soma raju, pinning my down and lowering his cock into my mouth. That made me shiver and shudder at the thought of the lovey humiliation of it. Mostly I wanted Chandu to fuck me as his father gave the orders. Isn't that terrible? Chandu made me feel that way....