Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Hi! My name is Arthana Binu and I am a 23 year old, single . I live with my parents and my sister who is a year younger than me. My dad is an entrepreneur so we are fairly wealthy and usually associate with the other highly fortunate Indian families. My mom is a doctor and I am training to be a Nurse under her instruction at her hospital.




As I said before, I am single. Friends and relatives often compliment my looks and advises me that its time to get a boyfriend. I am kind of embarrassed to say that I had my first kiss only a year ago, and I have never gotten in a serious relationship. So obviously I am a virgin. But I always wonder when the magic moment will happen and with whom. I can't imagine doing it with any boy I know. When I talked to my mother about relationships, she always said I would be married to Josh Dhaliwal. I have never met him or seen any pics but my parents and his parents have already decided and paired us up very long time ago. I respect my parents and especially my mom's wishes, but when it comes to relationships I want to choose my boyfriend. I mean, who knows if that Josh guy is a completely ugly idiot just waiting to get into my pants?



I have a very close relationship with my mother because for one thing, my dad is usually on business trips in foreign countries and second, my mom is very understanding and never gets mad at me. I don't mean to brag, but I think the reason that she likes me so much is that I am well behaved. I don't do drugs, drink, or fool around, and I hit the books most of the time trying to keep up my 100% grade point average. I usually tell my mother everything and she shares everything with me too but we avoid conversations of a sinful nature because we are both devoted proud Catholics. I look a lot like my mother too. She has short black hair, fair, a girlish body and d cup breasts. I look very similar with short black shoulder length hair, an even fairer complexion, big brown eyes and curvaceous body. But I am not as blessed as my mother is when it comes to the breasts because I wear only a 30B size. She is also very protective of my sister and I and wants nothing but the very best for us. I love my mother and wouldn't know what I would do without her.



Recently my mom kept talking to Josh's mother over the phone. I knew that soon I would meet the boy my mom has decided to marry me to. I wasn't very thrilled since I have no clue what kind of person Josh is and scared that in a year or so that I might be married to this complete stranger and leave the tender care of my loving mother behind. But all my girlfriends were going to get married very soon so there was a part of me that wanted to meet this Josh boy. I really hoped he was handsome. One evening after a phone conversation with Josh's mother, my mom told me that Josh was coming back to India. Apparently he has been studying in a foreign country for some time. My mom told me that Josh wanted to meet my family and I and my mom had agreed to meet him in her hospital in Saturday, two days from today. It was rather an unusual place to meet Josh, but it made sense since my mom rarely has any work to do in the hospital on Saturdays and I would be there working as traine. Besides there was no point for Josh to visit our house to meet the rest of my wonderful family since my dad was away on a business trip, and my sister is too busy studying for exams.

I was impatient and wanted to meet this boy fast to see what kind of future will hold for me. On Friday night my mom was talking with Joshua's mom as usual. She was talking in the living room, and I came quietly downstairs to the kitchen to drink some water. While I was drinking I could hear my mom's conversation with Josh's mother very well over the thin wall that separated the kitchen from the living room. I decided to stay quiet and listen to their conversation when I heard my mom starting to talk about Josh. "Oh really? How do you know this? Oh, did you? Couldn't resist huh? Come on, I seen plenty as a doctor, it can't be that huge? Oh really?" I decided to go back to bed since I had absolutely no clue about what they were talking about. But little did I know I would soon find out.



It was Saturday. I showered, ate and got dressed for work . I put on my white c cups, my white cotton panties, over the knee white stockings, my white nurse blouse, my rather white short nurse mini skirt and my little white high heels. In my opinion, the nurse outfit exposed too much skin, but it was regulation that all nurses wear the uniform. I put on a little makeup on my fair skin, mascara on my thick long eyelashes and lipstick on my luscious lips. I left my short wavy hair just the way it is. I met my mother outside who was dressed in her usual rather revealing doctor uniform. A white tight dress that came up to the mid section of her ladylike thighs, white over the knee stockings and white high heels. She also thought her uniform exposed too much, but just like me, she had to follow regulation no matter how much of an important person she was in the hospital. She kept her short hair plain just like me.



We arrived in the hospital in our rather expensive car and waited for Josh in my mom's office. We had to tend to two patients in the office before Josh's arrival. One patient required antibiotics for an infectious cold and the other a 30-year-old man requiring medicine for a STD. Of course my mother had to inspect his penis before giving any medication. I gave my mom gloves and watched as she peeled back the foreskin to examine its flaccid state. As a nurse in training I have seen a fair amount of penises being inspected by my mother and sometimes I too had to inspect them with gloves on. It was very embarrassing when some penises became erect. The man with STD looked at me in my nurse outfit and I saw his penis harden in response. I blushed. It was a six-inch long penis. I have noticed that all men have a penis of a similar size, sometimes an inch smaller or larger when erect. Most of the ones I have seen were uncircumcised. Sometimes my vagina got wet, especially if the guy was good looking, but I tried not to think dirty thoughts. I refrained form talking about things of such a sinful nature with anybody, even my mother, who I shared all my secrets with. Sometimes very aroused men demanded that my mother masturbated them or even suck their penis. It was disgusting. My mother, faithful and religious, just like me, quickly examined these men and sent them home before they got more forceful. 



My father knew the nature of the work as a doctor, but he trusted my mother and knew that she would never do anything sinful. They loved each other very much and they regarded sex as a sacred act between a man and woman in love.