Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Manoj was dumbfounded to watch her walk inside while stripping. First the blouse and bra came off followed by her saree. By the time he could see her completely naked from behind she was already in the dark room. He grabbed the candle and followed her in. When he saw her next she was basking in her naked glory in the dimly lit room. Manoj place the candle and took off his clothes. The contrast in their naked bodies would have been visible even to a blind person. There was Aishwarya - hour glass figure and perfectly shaped ripe breasts with brown nipples. Then there was Manoj- stout, dark ugly. The exact opposite of Aishwarya.



Aishwarya held the base if his mid-sized cock and pulled him closer towards her, while she her self was lying down on the floor. He was on top of her, with his thick frame leaning on her delicate one and his dick being guided to her moist pussy. As soon as the tip of his cock touched the entrance of her cunt, Manoj winced. She held him closer in an embrace and planted her lips on his and then moved her hands over his back towards his hips gently nudging him to push. Manoj responded by kissing her back and pushing his cock in. He could feel his foreskin role back as his dark cock was being engulfed in the folds of her pussy. The juices from both their bodies were covering their inner thighs. The peculiar smell of juices, bodies and sex was thick in the room. Aishwarya gasped as the entire length of the cock entered her.



Manoj could feel the velvety folds of her young tight pussy on his cock. He started pounding her gradually increasing his pace. With each stroke of his he could see her taut flesh ripple and her tits bounce. He went down on her boobs and sucked them while pounding her.

The feel of his dick was heavenly. The discomfort initially caused by his belly had vanished. She was lost in the pleasure of each stroke. Moaning her heart out. Her moans were somehow drowned in the thunder and rain. The way he sucked her nipples made her cringe with ecstasy. She could feel her orgasm building up. Soon Manoj arched his back, squeezed his ass and shoved his dick in harder and deeper. With a loud moan and some swear words he pumped his seed in her fertile pussy. She could feel the tension building in his cock as it twitched. As soon as his cum touched her pussy she came with loud guttural moan arching her back against the floor and tears of pleasure in her eyes.



Soon both of them recovered from their orgasms and lay next to each other panting and their combined juices stuck to their genitals thinking about the future of this relationship.

After her breathing had normalised, she caught hold of her senses and sat up. That is when the enormity of the situation hit her. She was sitting in a dark room of an old man's house, stark naked with only her ornaments on her - the mangalsutra, the toe rings and the green bangles - all of which implied that she was married and could have a conjugal relationship with only her husband and no one else. However, in the past few hours she had violated every moral code that she had held in her lifetime. She had not only enjoyed every bit of it but there wasn't an iota of regret creeping in. She sat there covered in mixture of their sweat which was drying up now with her hair disheveled. The room smelled of their concluded copulation.



She looked around to gauge the situation. In the faint candlelight, she saw the ugly old man who had satisfied her with his moderate tool. He lay there spread eagled with his bald head glistening in sweat in the dim light, eyes shut and his paunch heaving after the exhausting act. His limp tool lay there exhausted as well. Prakash was well endowed as compared to Manoj and well built as well. However the vulgarity of this, yes the vulgarity of this was the biggest ace in this act. His ugliness was a befitting contrast to her beauty which had led to this vulgarity. For a moment she wanted to grab his tool and ride him but then the rationality took over the reins from the animal inside. She hesitantly got up and started collecting her things convincing herself that this is not her and that tomorrow everything shall be different. She discreetly dressed herself and tip toed out of the house. She stealthily moved towards her house trying to avoid any prying eyes. Thankfully no one noticed her and she entered house to wash and tidy herself up.



The fact that Prakash had to leave his lovely wife all alone in such a weather was eating him from within. Lately, they had been disagreeing a lot and he did not like it one bit. He wished every thing will settle between them and he wanted to make sure of that. However, nature had planned something else for him. After whiling away some time with his flunkies in the farmland, as soon as he realised that the rain was subsiding, he made a dash towards his bike to head home. Behind him he could hear his buddies making cat calls and calling him a wuss for rushing towards his wife at the drop of a hat. But he really did not care. He just wanted to head home and mend ways with her once and for all.