Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"I don't think so, little girl. You're staying right here with me."

He reaches under the mattress and pulls out two sets of handcuffs. What the?

He snaps one to my wrist and clicks the other end to the metal headboard.

I try to push him away, yanking at the handcuff. "Stop! I have to pee."

"I guess you should have thought of that before you started teasing me"

He grabs my free wrist, and I try to punch him away. He slaps me across the face, the same side as last time. My cheek burns, and I start to cry.

"Be a good little girl."

He holds my second wrist in a steely grip, his nails digging into my flesh, and slips the second set of handcuffs around my wrist. The free end he attaches at the other end of the headboard. I am tethered, arms spread out, naked on his bed.

Mark leaves the room for a minute. I look over the headrest to see if there's a way I can free myself, but there isn't. I yank at the handcuffs. They're unforgiving steel; they, too, are not moving.

He returns with a mirror and holds it up to me. "Look how gorgeous you are, all naked, cum-filled, and tied to my bed. This is where you belong." The truth is, seeing myself naked and handcuffed to his bed is turning me on. I want him to spread my legs and fuck me again.



He reaches under the bed and pulls out a video camera. He clicks it on, zooms it in on my face, and says, "Say 'hi' for the video."

"What?"

"That's right, baby, just your face, not mine, all captured on video."

I'm confused by the video camera but turned on by the idea of making another home-made porn. "I'll do anything you want. Even anal. I'll give you my virgin hole. Please just take these cuffs off."

"You're right, you will give us your virgin hole, but on our terms."

"Us?"

He leaves the room and comes back with a black t-shirt and a pair of scissors. He cuts the t-shirt in half, then wraps one half around my head and knots it so it's covering my eyes. I toss my head side to side, trying to stop him from blindfolding me, but I cannot stop him.

He takes the other half of the t-shirt and ties it around the bottom half of my face, wadding a ball up in my mouth to make sure I can't talk.

He gets off the bed, and I hear him leave the room.

It's pitch black, I can't move, can't speak. My only remaining sense is my hearing. My pussy wets as I wonder what he's planning to do with me.



After what feels like hours, there's a knock on his door. In addition to Mark, I hear five male voices. I recognize Roy's immediately. I know Chris's voice because he always sat so close to me on Roy's sofa. It takes me a minute to pick out Naren's brazen baritone and a little longer to note Bishnu's softer voice. The last is quieter, almost a whisper—Jack. That's the voice that scares me the most. I hear excitement in his voice, which rises on the words "video" and "anal."

I hear Mark say, "In here. A sight for sore eyes."

Naren gives a low whistle. "Day-um. You don't waste any time, Mark."

Bishnu joins in the compliments. "Man, you know how to reel them in. Nice job."

"Must be nice to be the pretty boy in the bunch, pick up the fuck toys," chimes in Chris.

Roy sits on the bed and strokes my hair. "We're going to have party. You're the guest of honor."

While Roy is talking, I hear clothes rustling in the background. Shoes taken off, belt buckles undone, shirts lifted off, pants dropped to the floor.

I was ready and eager for Mark, but not six men. But I remind myself this could be as sexy as the video, except I would be sober and able to enjoy it this time.



Roy lays down his rule. "Her ass is pure, and it's mine. Who wants to start her pussy?"

Naren's voice booms out. "I've been wanting to tap that girl since I saw her." He climbs on the bed and tries to untangle my legs. I'm using all my force to keep them together and kicking him each time he gets his hand near them.

Bishnu, who I always mistook for the nice guy, tells Naren to relax. "We got you covered." Bishnu walks around to the other side of the room and takes my right leg, Jack takes my left leg, and they split me open like a wishbone.

Mark, who seemed so nice an hour ago, leans down and whispers in my ear, "If we have to open your legs again, we're going to tie them open. Got it?"

Naren wastes no time plowing into me. He is thick and hard, his balls heavy and loose against my ass. He holds my hips for leverage and slams himself into me as hard as he can. I'm rocking my head from side to side, flexing my feet and curling my toes trying to show him that he's hurting me, but the show just turns him on more. At last, he loses his load, coming all inside my unprotected womb, threatening to place a baby there. I hate Naren, and the thought of him impregnating me is making me sick. He slaps his dick on my pussy a couple times, eases his heavy body off of me, and mumbles, "Fuck, great pussy."



Someone else climbs on top of me. He takes more time to slide in than Naren did, but it just prolongs the agony. That's not Roy's dick. I've had so much sex with Roy that I would know his dick in a line-up. Mark and Jack are on the other side. This must be Bishnu.

He clasps my arms as he thrusts, putting pressure on my handcuffed wrists. He uses my arms to pull himself deeper still. He's big, and the sensation of him slamming off my back wall is sending aching chills up my spine. His pelvis rubs against my clit and his massive penis makes rhythmic contact with my G-spot. Despite myself, I start orgasming, throwing my legs out wider and bucking my hips wildly into his groin. I'm breathing so hard it's difficult to catch my breath through the t-shirt wadded up in my mouth. My hands strain at the handcuffs as I find my release through his giant cock. Almost in synchrony with my orgasm, he takes four heaving thrusts and comes as far back as he can shoot his load.



When Bishnu pulls out, the men start laughing. "Fuck man, that's a lot of cum seeping out of that little pussy. You made her come like a bitch in heat."

Roy decides to share my secret. "Want to know the best part? She's not on the pill. We might knock her up tonight."

One of them whistles. "Fuck, that's hot."

Mark says, "Roy, you're up."

"Ok, we've got to flip her over."

Several hands undo my handcuffs, flip me onto my stomach, then reset my handcuffs so I'm face down on the bed. Someone yanks me up by my waist, putting me in doggy position. Jack crawls underneath me, his breath burning into my nose. He pulls my hips down. "Good girl, ride that dick." He holds me steady and pumps his hips up into me. He takes me hard, pounding my pussy and kneading my breasts like Play-Doh. His suction on my nipples is a vacuum, and when he pops off them, I know that they are red and raw. I'm agonizingly sore, and his dick is scbanging through me, pushing me toward another release.



All of a sudden, I hear Roy spit and feel a wad of moisture on my back hole. I am horrified because he's going in my ass, and I've never done anal before. But I'm also excited to have my first anal experience. Roy has been bugging me to do it, and it was only a matter of time.

His head aligns with the outside of my hole. He's not going to do anything to prepare me—no lube, no finger massage, no nothing.

Mark doesn't help. "Just jam it in there, man. It feels best when it's tight." Roy gets the memo and slams his head in with all his might, tip to root.

Roy has torn me going in, small fissures lining the pucker of my hole. I'm thrashing my legs and head around, tears flowing under my blindfold, throat aching with all the screams that cannot be heard. I'm yanking and pulling at the handcuffs, trying to escape the pain. Naren comes around and switches my handcuffs out for some sort of leather restraints. "Got to make sure you don't bleed, little girl."



Roy starts pounding hard. "Fuck yeah. So tight. So hot. ohh, yes."

Jack picks that moment to reach down to my clit. He has a little vibrator on his pointer finger; he clicks it on and rests it against my clit. At the same time, he starts pumping into me at the rhythm that Roy is fucking my ass. The vibrator sets me off, and I start coming all over Jack, grinding my pussy into him, dragging my clit along this finger, even pushing my ass back onto Roy's cock. My body has betrayed me. I no longer feel like a victim; I feel like a slut.