Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

As the party droned on, Tisca Chopra found herself thinking of Tharun. She spied him across the ballroom standing alone and looking somber. Then the wine in her belly encouraged her to do something foolhardy, and she crossed the room towards him, feeling a little thrill race up and down inside of her.



She glanced around looking for Honey, Tharun's wife. When she didn't see her, Tisca  decided to take a gamble and, without a word, took him by the hand and led him upstairs. The manor housed many rooms, and she pulled him into the first one she found unlocked. It was sparsely furnished with a chair and a day bed, which was more than enough for what she was planning.

Tisca  locked the door behind her, then turned back to Tharun. In the dark of the room, she saw confusion play around his eyes and mouth.



"What are you-" but Before he could finish, she pushed him back onto the bed, and the question died in the fall. She took to her knees and began working his trousers open with eager fingers.

"I thought we agreed not to do this anymore." If he was angry, she couldn't tell. "We can't do this anymore," he whispered in protest, despite not putting up any resistance.

"Why?" Her fingers slowed as the question hung in the air, but never stopped.

"Because it's wrong." But Tisca  could hear the want stretched out in his voice as she finally pulled his cock free.

"Is that right?" She asked slyly and licked the crown of his head, Which made him sucked in air through his teeth.



"Fuck," he breathed, then finally answered her in a weak voice. "Yes, this is wrong."

Tisca  pulled at the open throat of her dress until her breast swung out like pendulums. Then she opened her mouth and let a long strand of saliva cascade down onto his cock before she began stroking him in a slow tease.

"Then tell me to stop."

Tharun watched for a long time while Tisca  worked him up and down. For a moment his mouth formed the word, and she thought he might actually mean it this time. Then his face relaxed, and he closed his eyes before letting his head fall back onto the bed in defeat. Tisca  smiled, spit on his cock again, then took him deep into her mouth.



"God,' he said, and Tisca  imagine that he was talking to her. She felt like a god, sitting pretty on her knees and making moan after moan roll off of the lips of someone else's husband. She felt divine first hooking him with her eyes, then escaping away with him to do sinister things.

"You feel so fucking good."

She'd only meant to tease him with a little excitement at an otherwise dull party, or at least that's what she told herself. Then, when he was tense and about to cum, She'd pull up her dress and leave him with his pants around his ankles and her lipstick smeared around his cock. However, her plans change, and suddenly Tisca  wanted her pussy filled.