Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Neha went to the door and in-between taking her gloves off, she quietly locked it. Still not entirely sure what she was going to do. She saw in the corner of her eye, the young man staring at her thick butt through the tight black skirt she wore. When she turned around Adam's eyes darted to the nearest wall that had an assortment of pamphlets on various medical conditions on it. It was a common occurrence at work that Neha welcomed. Though, she was 39 she looked much younger, she was often told. This was accented by the low-cut V tops she often wore and short skirts. The HR department at the hospital once told her she dressed 'too revealing' for the office and it was becoming a 'distraction' for the other employees. With a coy smile and a stern voice, Neha advised her superiors that the other employees should then find somewhere else to look and then proceeded to leave the meeting. That was the last she heard of that.



It annoyed her to no end that other employees would complain on her or feel threatened by her for how she looked. Dr. Neha  knew she was attractive in the eyes of many men and she enjoyed the lingering looks. She also knew being attractive wasn't something to complain about. She often wondered what men imagined doing to her during and after an exam. Many nights she would spend thinking about this herself. She'd peal her clothes off after a couple glasses of wine and under a warm blanket her fingers would rub down between her thighs. Her thoughts circling how hot it would be to be to have sex with a patient. The risk. The excitement.



"Just go ahead and lie back and close your eyes for me," Neha told her patient. Much of her blue blouse was covered by her white doctor's coat and her raven black hair was held behind her head . She sat in her stool again and wheeled closer to the examination chair her patient lied in. He closed his eyes and even looked away from her some, probably trying to be respectful as at this angle he could very easily see down into her blouse at her ample cleavage.

With the lapse in time and change in positions, Adam's erection had dwindled to a lazy half limp curve of a shaft that leaned over his left thigh towards Dr. Neha. She reached up and groped his bare shaft with her bare hand. His warm relaxed skin fit into the palm of her hand gently as she went back to palpating around the base of his shaft.



He's gotta know by now that this isn't a medical exam, right?

His shaft hardened and she pulled it up to his belly with her right hand while her left rubbed slowly and carefully on his testicles in a gentle motion.

Of course, he doesn't how often do attractive women throw themselves at men?

Neha gripped the shaft, massaged in circles around the base of the boy penis until he was fully engorged. She let his shaft fall back down and it pointed nearly straight up this time and something glistened at the tip of his urethra. The tiniest drop of pre-ejaculate. A devious smile grew across Dr. Neha lips as she allowed her hands to return to her lap. This, by far, was the farthest she had ever taken her teasing of young men in her office. It was easily the greatest thrill for her, later that night after she was home, in her pajamas, and two glasses of wine deep, her mind would recall this examination. And that would be that.



This was the time when she was supposed to say it was, 'nothing to worry about,' and, 'everything checked-out and I'll see you next year.' But she didn't. For reasons unbeknownst to her, Dr. Neha , M.d. for 19 years did not end the exam there. If a person was to ask her later that day or even 10 years from that afternoon, why she didn't, Neha doubted she would have a better answer than, she didn't want to.

"Well, I'm still feeling the clot here, Adam," Neha said, toying with the necklace that dangled in her cleavage. Adam turned to her but struggled to keep eye contact as she spoke. "There is a third test I could do, but it would require reducing the blood flow from your penis. The procedure is safe- it's really more of a massage. Now if you feel more comfortable you can hold off It's up to you."

Adam cleared his throat, "no, no, it's fine. Um, you can do what you need to."

"Good, just lie back down," Neha said.

Some might say this was a brash over reaction to this morning. Neha would say this morning would have no effect on her actions in this moment. She had spent her morning before work staring a packet of papers that sat by themselves in a manila folder beside her cup of coffee. The papers had small neon sticky notes every few pages indicating where she was to sign. Her lawyer had approved the documents and knew everything was in order for their divorce. It wasn't the, leaving her husband, that caused her to hesitate. Mike was always kind of a prick and in the last three years when the truth about his extra marital affairs came to light, he downgraded to an outright full on piece of shit.



Neha shrugged it off over the past year. It made the divorce all the easier. She made more money than him. Way more money. So, it was the sweetest cherry on top when she demanded a divorce and had the prenuptial agreement that Mike had made them get. His delusional plans of becoming a titan of business when they were married in their had disappeared completely in the last decade, leaving him divorced and getting nothing. Neha on the other hand was a senior doctor at one of the largest hospital . She was successful, respected, attractive... she had everything she could have wanted... except a husband that was not a piece of shit, that is.

The worrisome hesitation came from the fact that once she signed these documents, she would become a divorce'. Her whole life would change. She wouldn't know who she was anymore. Neha sipped her coffee that morning for several minutes, then finally sighed and decided she was being absurd and filled out the paper work and mailed it back to her attorney before heading into work.

"I'm going to need to lift your shirt a second," Neha stood. She raised Adam's hands above his head and worked his black t-shirt up and over his head so it remained around his neck but the shirt covered his face so he could not see. "Just relax." Dr. Neha said as her bare hands rubbed slowly down Adam's chest and stomach before they both closed in around his erection.

Neha's right hand cupped the boy's shaft lightly while her thumb rested on the tip of his cock and spread his pre-ejaculate around the head of his penis in circles. She slid her left hand down and cupped his testicles, letting her long pink finger nails rake playfully at the base of his scrotum. When her right fingers closed around his shaft and started to pump it up and down slowly, leaving the charade of a medical exam further behind with every stroke, Neha looked up at her patient. His face still hidden under his inside out t-shirt, she saw no reaction from him.



The strokes became longer and more purposeful as she went from the base of the shaft to the tip of his penis over and over. She felt him grow and flex in her hand, then watched his hips stir and shift as he had difficulty staying still in the moment. Neha's left hand was sliding up and down her inner thigh. Her fingers disappeared under her skirt and pushed her pink laced panties to the side where she sat. Her finger traversed from the bottom of her lips to the top, then repeated while she stroked the young boy.