Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Sure, Mom." Krishan mumbled and climbed the stairs. He couldn't see Nayanthara anymore, but once in the main hall, he heard the crackle of fire in the living room and saw an orange, rhomboid glow cast through the open door ahead. He walked down the hall, turned into the living room, and stopped. There was indeed a roaring fire in the fireplace. Nayanthara sat on the hearth, with her long dress tucked under her. Her eyes shone with the reflected blaze and with greeting.


"So nice to pull yourself away from that image-box for me." She stood and smoothed out her dress. Her pale arms seemed to glow in the warm, luminous room. "You continue to make me proud, Krish, and I so love giving you rewards."





A sudden thought occurred to Krishan as he took in  boobs, and hips under her flowing dress. "How come you don't have that thing on the back of your dress?"


"The bustle?" Nayanthara cocked her head. "It's not in style anymore, dearie."


"But I saw you wearing a dress like that before." Krishan furrowed his brow. One part of his mind told him it didn't matter what she wore. She was going to be naked soon anyway. But another part of his mind wanted to follow this rabbit down its hole.


"It was in style when I wore it." She smiled and nodded with encouragement at him. "I always keep up with the latest fashion."


"So ..." Krishan half-turned and closed the sliding door behind him. "I'm seeing a younger and older you at different times? One when the bustle was in fashion and one when it wasn't?"


Nayanthara smiled and winked at him.





"But ..." Krishan thought it through.  He lowered his pants and pulled off his micro-boxers. His dick stood proudly, casting a long shadow against the far wall.


Nayanthara slipped out of her dress and dropped it to the floor. Naked, she stepped back onto a luxurious bearskin rug in front of the hearth, cupping her swollen breasts and belly with her thin arms.


"Two different children, then?" Krishan didn't care about the rug or the animal heads adorning the walls. He didn't even notice all the new furniture stuffed into that room.


Nayanthara clapped her hands in delight. "Such a clever boy. Different children. Same belly. Different times. Different fathers."





"Vijay was the father of the first child. Right?" Krishan walked toward her, his dick swaying before him, the firelight dancing off his flesh. "Who was the second father?"


"The past is done and gone, Krish." Nayanthara opened her arms to him. "I have so much to teach you now. We must prepare you, dearie. You still know so little."


Krishan stepped onto the rug, the bear fur soft between his toes. He placed one hand on the fleshy curve of her butt and the other on the delicate arch of her back. He fell into her cold embrace and stretched up to plant his lips on hers. Her boobs and belly pushed wonderfully against him. His dick fit snuggly between her legs.


Nayanthara broke their kiss and looked down into his eyes. "Mate me, Krish." She dropped down to her knees. "A mare is meant for the gallop." She turned, dropped to all fours, and presented her round ass to him. "Ride me."





Krishan wasted no time in entering her, and he didn't even need her help. He now knew where her opening was and he slid right in. He found a steady rhythm and watched in fascination as her butt rippled with each thrust.
"You have a tender heart." Nayanthara looked back at him over her flawless, white shoulder with languid, lust-filled eyes. "But that is not enough for a woman, young stallion. Control ..." She bit her bottom lip as his cock hit somewhere deep inside her. "Your first lesson is control. You must take a woman by the reins and drive her as you would a wild mare you mean to tame. This is the secret few of the fairer sex will tell. But mark my words, all desire it." She turned her head forward and stared into the fire. "Take my hair, Krish."


"Okay." Krishan had not thought himself the type to grab a woman by the hair, but he wasn't about to say no to her. He took a fistful of copper hair with his left hand and pulled her head back a little.


"Yes." Nayanthara arched her back, her round belly dropping closer to the rug below. "This is ... oooohhhhhh ... the most important lesson. Everything else you learn ... is nestled inside this one fact. A woman longs for surrender. Tame her and she is yours."





"Not ... uh ... uh ... uh ... all women." But even as he said this, Krishan tightened his grip on her hair and dug his fingertips into the cool flesh just south of her right hip.


"Yes, all women. I ... will ... show you, my sweet. You have ... paid ..." Nayanthara grunted as she bounced under his control. She no longer pushed back with each thrust, she couldn't. She just did her best to absorb the onslaught. It was perfect. "You paid, Krish, and now ... you will receive your bounty." Her fingers dug into the rug. "Tell me ... tell me what you wish to do."


"I'm gonna ... cum."