Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

As she neared her house she saw the ugly old fart standing in the veranda of his house and staring at her unabashedly. She had seen her ogling at her many times lustily and noticed him hanging around the compound of their house trying catch a glimpse of her. But she had let it all go unnoticed owing to his old age. However, her foul mood made this blatant staring intolerable and she stared back at him angrily spitting venom. Somewhere during this stare, she tripped and fell in the mud. Though the fall was hard, the soft ground ensured that she wasn't injured.

But before she could gauge the situation and come to her senses, a pair of hands grabbed her by the shoulder and lifted her up.

She didn't know what snapped in her, but as soon as she was up on her feet, she wheeled around and gave on tight slap to Manoj. Then without looking back she rushed to her house.



He had all the right intentions of helping a lady in distress, but it had all turned upside down. Instead of gratitude he had received a dose of humiliation. The slap on his cheek had cut-in deep and hurt him deep down. He looked around to see if anyone else had seen what had just transpired but the darkness had befallen had made it difficult to decipher. He saw her rush towards her house within a flash. But that was the last thing on his mind. An usually quiet and happy go lucky guy was seething with anger. The blood rushed to his brain leaving little room for rational thinking and he dragged himself towards her house with bloodshot eyes, tightened mouth and clenched fists. He pushed the door open and walked in.

In her rush to avoid confrontation and not creating a ruckus, Aishwarya rushed in without bothering to latch the door of her house. She straight away rushed to her bedroom to get rid off her soiled clothes and prevent herself from soiling the floor. There was no electricity, so she quickly switched on the emergency light in the room and began undressing. As she removed her pallu and turned around to see herself in the mirror, she got a rude shock. Instead of sharing at her own reflection, she was looking in the eyes of a monster. That pot bellied, dark skinned, bald individual with thick skin was familiar but this moment the blood shot eyes betrayed every bit of familiarity. Within a fraction of a second his hand was around her neck trying to squeeze the life out of her.



At that moment all Manoj wanted was revenge for the slap. But the feel of her soft skin in his roungh palms, the terrified look in her eyes, the way the droplets trickled down her face, her neck and her heaving chest. And lastly her sight of her bosom in her blouse melted his heart. He loosened his grip slowly and moved his thumb slowly up her neck wiping the glistening drops of water and sweat. Aishwarya had closed her eyes by now. Eventually he moved his thumb across her luscious lips slowly relishing the feel of it. His loins started stirring. Slowly Aishwarya opened her eyes and they looked in each others eyes. That's when reality hit him like a rock. His stomach lurched. He was in the house of chieftain's son alone with his wife in what may seem like a compromising position. It was her word against his. He realised the consequences of this will never end in his favour so without much ado he ran out of the house.

His departure left Aishwarya confused. She wanted this to end but did want him to go. Maybe it was the guilt. But why did her guilt arouse her. She saw herself in the mirror and kept staring at the way she looked. The long hooked nose. The heaving well endowed breasts in the drenched blouse accentuating her bra. The visible cleavage. The hourglass waist which was glistening in the dim light. The deep set navel. Even the shadow cast by her looked appealing. At that moment she had clarity which made her take the next step. She knew exactly what she wanted. She wrapped her pallu and walked out of her house towards Manoj's.



As soon as she reached there she noticed that the door was ajar and Manoj was standing in the centre if the candle lit room facing the door. She confidently walked in the room. Her heart was beating fast and there butterflies in her stomach were wreaking havoc of anxiety but she still portrayed to keep her calm. She locked the door behind her and walked straight upto him all the while staring in his eyes. The water dripping from both their bodies soiling the floor. He suddenly went down on his knees not even looking in her eyes and asking for forgiveness. She had him where she wanted. The heat emanating from her did betray any emotion though. She started pulling up her saree exposing her feet with anklets in them. Then her perfectly curved calves and lastly the well toned thighs. All the while, Manoj was staring at the floor with his eyes closed and begging for forgiveness.

Aishwarya bunched up her saree near her waist and held it in one hand and with the other she grabbed his bald head and pulled him closer towards his pussy. Instinctively he smelled the scent emanating for it and kissed it lightly over her wet panty. He moved his fat rough palms on her ass and gently squeezed them. Then he put his fingers in the waistband of her panty and slowly pulled it down. All this while he was planting soft kisses on her panty. Aishwarya was relishing the feel of opposite gender's skin on hers.



Finally when Manoj kissed her bare hairy pussy with his thick lips, she let out a huge sigh. She put her head back and started enjoying the way Manoj was kissing her pussy. She opened her legs wider and let him in. He was doing magic with his tongue and lips rolling it across the length of the pussy. Within minutes Aishwarya was seething with pleasure and moaning away to glory though Manoj had not ever inserted his tongue. Maybe it was the weather and erotic nature of their recently established relationship but those ripples of orgasm shook Aishwarya to the core.



Once the orgasm subsided she pushed him aside and started walking towards the inner room taking of her clothes one by one.