Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Hebah Patel parked her car in the long, curved driveway of her large home. Her high heels clicked on the stone steps leading to the front door. Amit watched her from the den and, after six years of marriage, still couldn't help thinking what a lucky man he was to have caught her fancy. He admired the way her frequent trips to the private health club kept her trim 31-year old body in fantastic shape. Even now, as she skipped up the steps, he could see the shape of lithe, athletic legs flexing in her jeans. She wore a tight T shirt that scarcely hid her shapely breasts which bobbed perceptibly as she pranced into the foyer of the house. A jacket was carelessly dbangd over her shoulders.






Seeing Amit watch her, Hebah smiles self consciously. In spite of her beauty she was humble and modest, as modest as her voluptuous body would allow her to be. She shook her long black hair free from it's bun and he watched the light wavy locks cascade down her shoulders


"How was your day, dear," Amit asked, sipping juice and offering a glass to Hebah.


"Oh, bad. Some thing or the other keeps happening at the office but then that's life." She smiled.


Noting that she carried her gym bag, Amit asked, "Stop by the gym today?"


She paused for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words.





"Yes. I stopped by during my lunch hour. Why do you ask?' she added suspiciously.


"Nothing. I'm glad you got a chance to visit the club. I know how much you enjoy your work outs."


She seemed to relax with that.


Hebah removed her jacket and laid it across a chair in the foyer. The outline of her breasts were clearly visible through the sheer material of her white T shirt, and her large, perpetually hard nipples tented the tips, in spite of the bra she wore. She stretched luxuriously.


"Don't either of you move!"





The sound of the deep masculine voice caused both Hebah and Amit to spin their heads towards the kitchen door. There, holding a revolver leveled at the two, was a large Black man dressed in black sweat pants and a black turtle neck. He wore a black watch cap and leather gloves.


"Don't make any noise. I just want your jewelry and valuables. If you cooperate neither of you will get hurt," he growled.


"Oh my God," Hebah said meekly, holding her hand at her throat. Amit said, "Take what you want. Just don't harm us!"


"Move into the dining room!" the burglar demanded. Hebah and Amit entered the open kitchen. The man ordered them to sit at the breakfast table. Amit could smell the burglar's sweat.





"I'll have that broach, lady," he said, waving the barrel of his gun at the expensive bobble at Hebah's neck.


"No. My husband gave it to me on the day we were engaged!" Without hesitation the burglar grabbed the broach and ripped it from her blouse. His action pooped the buttons on the top of her shirt and it spread to reveal her deep cleavage. Her alarmed breathing seemed to make her tits grow, threatening to burst the catch on her bra.





"Now, those look pretty good, too" the burglar commented, licking his lips. He slowly traced a line from Hebah's neck to her cleavage with the tip of his gun barrel.