Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

And I begged. As his fat shaft began rubbing at my newly opened tissues, I looked directly at the camera and I moaned and begged.

'Oh Soma raju I dream of your cock. I know it must be huge and fat and I want you here, in me, fucking me...'



And as the long thrusting motions started to speed up, as he grunted and slapped my quivering arse, Chandu's fat shaft rubbed at the entrance tissues, rasping over the tight tough front wall of my vagina, nosed hard against my cervix...

'Oh Daddy, please, I'll do anything...'

Soon he was fucking me so hard that his balls banged my arse as and my ovaries bounced up and down, and I was on my hands and knees like a bitch on heat begging for it and fingering my own pussy. He was holding my hips and riding me like a tart, and I was riding him back, eyes glazed, looking at the camera, looking at Soma raju.

He fucked into me in great thrusts. 'Beg for Daddy...'

'Oh yes please daddy, fuck me please...'

Thrust ... 'Beg for my Dad...'

'Oh Soma raju, please fuck me more Soma raju...'

Thrust... 'what do you want, slut?'



'Oh Chandu...'

'Soma raju. I'm Soma raju...'

'Oh Soma raju, do it more, oh I love that...'

There was no resisting him, or my own lust, that was the trouble. I knew, deep inside, that the more he talked about his Dad the more his Dad was kind of already there with us. He was in my head as I fucked. I imagined what his cock might be like, imagined him grabbing me, fucking me, ordering me to do his bidding, imagined riding his dick whilst he sneered at me and called me his little whore.....

It was just a fantasy. That's what I told myself. The real Soma raju was a lecher and as old as my Dad. Still, as Chandu plunged and pistoned in and out of my tight pussy, riding me on the waves of his orgasm, stretching and rubbing my horny tissues, banging at my ovaries, he whispered about how his Dad could fuck for hours. It might sound to you just like just kinky talk, but it really made me horny.



Chandu took some serious video that week. He picked me up from home and drove me to his Dad's lockup, where he had a mattress, and as I took my pants off his cock was already glistening and ready. I got down on all fours like a good girl, my round tits hanging beneath me. No sooner had he set the camcorder up than he slid his fat cockhead between my legs, rubbing my clit and my pussy, and as I lifted my arse obediently I felt his glans spreading my pussy lips...'

I groaned, 'Oh yes, oh Soma raju put it in me, I want your cock...'

Then his mushroom was pushing apart my hot wet tissues, parting my labia and sliding deep into me.



It was hard, quick fucking that day. He thrust and fucked and banged at me, jerking himself off on me as if I was one of those shop-bought vaginas, rubbing his shaft up and down the narrow, ridged tunnel of my pussy as his fingers groped for my tits and yanked on the sensitive hot teats.

'Look at her tits,' Dad,' he was saying to the camera, 'look at her juicy tits, she's begging for you again..,' and I realised Soma raju had actually seen our videos. The thought filled me with delicious horror mixed in with the lust. I joined in the game.

'Oh Soma raju, do you like my tits? Will you suck them for me Soma raju? If you chew my teats I'll gobble on your dick till you cum in my throat...'



Chandu swelled as I talked, swelled and fucked and ordered me to keep talking, and I did.

'Oh Soma raju, I'm imagining your cock. Oh Soma raju I feel it, you're in my pussy, you're stretching me, oh God Soma raju your fat glans is right in side me...'

I loved the way my tits bounced as I fucked Chandu's cock. He was gasping with lust and I... well if Soma raju had walked in just then I'd have ridden him .

That made me a little nervous, to be honest. I mean it's one thing to fuck your boyfriend, another realise you want some huge muscular tattooed sixty-year old who you find physically revolting (apart from the thought of his mouth on your tits, be honest) to spread your pussy open and deflowering you with his cock.



I loved it, though, the pretend begging for Soma raju.

I pretended to be a bitch on heat. I had to whimper and growl and he'd feel under me and pull on my clit as he fucked me. Today he was in a phase of fast fucks, hard and fast and hard and fast so that he came with a shudder. I have such a fat clit, so swollen and russet red, and when I kneel forwards it swells and throbs. He only has to get his hand in the area and I start to moan and beg, arse up and spread for anything he wants, loving being used, loving the feel of his plunging cock, filling me and stretching me, rubbing me and pleasing me, driving me whilst he laughed at me, 'you love that, don't you, my horny slut? Do you want more?' And I beg, 'oh yes Soma raju, oh please do me, please fuck me with your long lovely cock, oh God yes...'

So now he said, 'you want my Dad in your arse, don't you, you slut...'

And I groaned 'oh God yes, Oh Uncle Soma raju. I'll do anything you want...

One minute he was lubing me and the next he was pushing, pushing, forcing his lubed and slippery mushroom through the tight elastic ring of my puckered hole. He was taking my arse, right here and now. I struggled at the sensation, the fat cockhead firm against my tight little ring.



It wouldn't go. I knew it wouldn't go. 'Chandu, I can't...'

But he was strong. 'I'm fucking your arse, bitch, beg for daddy...'

'Oh God, oh Soma raju fuck me...'

And slowly, as the pressure grew, his cock began to open me, began to advance, impossibly, through my tight virgin ring.

I could feel myself stretching impossibly, my ring opening, the huge smooth cockhead feeling larger than ever so that I thought I would burst at the lust and the excitement and the fear, 'oh no... it won't go... oh Soma raju, I want it so much...'



'You'll get it baby, you want my cock up your arse...' he was fingering my pussy, fingering me, churning me into lust. The feeling was impossible, exciting and fabulous...

'Oh yes, oh keep pushing, oh God Soma raju it's so big...'

'Beg me...'

He was working back and forth not, little thrusts but strong and relentless. His cock was advancing, millimetre by millimetre....

'Oh Soma raju... oh God you're filling me.. do me, Soma raju, please...'

And suddenly my tight arse stretched a little more and his cockhead was in. I fought the spasms, shuddering with excitement, and he twisted and shifted and screwed his way down as if he was drilling me open. I shivered and cried with pleasure as my arse slowly let him in, fighting to relax, as his hot shaft engaged me like a bitch on heat, and he, or perhaps Soma raju, was plunging long and slow into the dark, mysterious depths of my arse.



I was impaled. I was his toy. He was way inside, his whole shaft sunk into me like the sword in the stone, I felt his balls bang against me and the feeling was unimaginable. I erupted in lust and excitement, pushing back at him, riding his cock as he filled me in a way I had never imagined. I could feel my slit, swollen and horny, like a giant peach between my legs as his prick slid in and out of the railway siding of my arse.