Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[AllTimeColdHeart]

I stood there a moment, then felt a sudden rhythmic clamping on my dick. Fuck, Nagma  was cumming. She moaned. I reached around and pinched her nipples. Her pussy clamped harder. I pulled my cock out, stepped back and watched as her cum smeared, bearded clam shuddered and twisted in paroxysms of pleasure, hips rising and falling and fat arse shuddering.



I pulled on my trousers.

"Nagma , I quit. I'll let the handyman know you're stuck OK?"

"Please no, Puppy, I'm sorry. Please don't leave. Things will be different now. I'll let you fuck me every day."

"You wish. But I'll give you your dignity at least."

I let her down from the chairs, reached in and grabbed her hair and yanked hard. A yelp and she was free. She removed herself from the shelf, turned and stood looking up at me. Her shirt was hanging off, her pendulous tits hanging out, nipples still erect. Her golden pubes were matted with jism and cum dripping from her pussy lips.



My cock hardened again already from the view. I picked her up by the waist and pushed her head first into the shelf; on her back this time.

"Oh Puppy, my fucking hair is caught again."

I spread her legs wide, pulled my cock out and thrust into her quim, fucking her vigorously and fast.

I soon felt the pressure building and fucked into her even faster. My buttocks clenched and I blasted a wad into her slot. Again and again, I squirted into her tube. Nagma  started fingering herself wanting to cum too. I pulled out.



"Oh come on, don't stop now. Put it back in."

The door opened and the chef looked in, eyes widening as he realised what he was seeing.

I put my finger to my lips and beconed him in.

"Nagma , there is someone here who wants to fuck you, do you stil want cock?"

"What the fuck? Who? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No really Nagma , but he doesn't want you to know who he is. Now do you stil want to be fucked or not?"

"Bafongool, whatever, just fuck me already"

The chef needed no second invitation, he walked quietly behind Nagma  and dropped his trousers and boxers around his ankles. His freed cock bounced rigidly in anticipation. He put his hands behind his back and walked foward until his helmet nestled between Nagma 's pussy lips. She was still fingering herself.

"Goddamit, put it in already."

He jammed it in and began thrusting. Nagma  began to moan. I went to her side, reached in and grabbed her boobs, nipples between my fingers. She looked at me, her eyes widened.



"What the fuck Puppy? Who's fucking me? I thought you were kidding."

Hearing this and realising his adverture might be curtailed, the chef increased his pace. Nagma 's eyes rolled back in pleasure, she groaned and thrust back, obviously enjoying the experience. She opened her eyes and looked at me again.

"Who is it? She gasped between thrusts.

"They know who you are, and you know them but I can't tell you."

"O Puppy, I'm gonna..."

She stopped speaking as the chef reached orgasm and so did she. They bucked together, her sweaty arse slapping on the chefs crotch, then slowed and stopped. The chef pulled out,quickly zipped up and walked to the door, giving me a smile and thumbs up as he left.



Nagma 's pussy was dripped a pool of cum on the floor. The smell of sex was overpowering.

I put my hand in the shelf, gently released her hair and helped her down. She picked up her panties and used them to wipe her crotch. I handed her her clothes. She looked at me. For once she seemed lost for words.

"You liked it didn't you?"



"Puppy, I'll tell you what, I needed that. Thanks."

"Nagma , please don't call me Puppy."

"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want. Now order me a fucking sandwitch, I'm starving.



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