Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Welcome to my new world, a world I had only fantasised of previously, fantasies that left my writing body covered in sweat, and my pussy dripping my own cum over the bedclothes. Yes, I, Sreemukhi, am now a slut, in mind and now very much of body. All it took was one moment, where I let myself get into a situation I could not control, and I finally I found what I was really needing.





A little more about me first, before I tell you how hot and nasty my first experience of slutdom was.


I often imagine my petite 5ft frame being easily dominated by a group of men...


I've always wanted to explore my fantasies, but trying to be a 'normal' girl, they were thoughts that I always had to push deep down, hide from anyone but myself. I knew there were other women out there who lived the life I wanted to, who dared to push sexual boundaries, who got the same thrill of being 'dirty' as I longed for. Finally though, my desires could be suppressed no longer, and I had to act on my yearning, my yearning for hot, dirty, rough, even brutal sex.


Not a day went by without me thinking about sex, and not just normal 'missionary' sex, oh no. I dreamed of sucking cocks, of tasting and feeling cocks of all sizes. I needed cock, and I needed cum, but most of all I needed to be USED! My entire body ached to be roughly handled, to be taken by a man or group of men who would take me completely, no sexual gratification too taboo. I used to cum while forcing my largest vibrator into my lusty pussy, imagining that the stretching was caused by two men fucking me, their cocks brutally banging my insides, using me as a object of pleasure.





Mmm I'm getting hot again just thinking about it, so I better get on and tell you how I first become a 'fuck toy', god those words just send shivers down my spine.


It all started one Friday night, when I was preparing for a date with a new guy I had met in a pub the week previously while out on a girly night. Looking back I should have realised he was a little too good looking, his smile obviously designed to wet the knickers of any conquest he cared to flash it at. At the time I thought I was in for a deserved night of fun, and I dressed to make the most of it. Half the fun of an evening out was the preparation, the long soak in a hot bubble filled bath, soaking my soft skin, taking time to clean and tease my own body. There's something about water running over my body that gets me horny, which some lucky man would hopefully have the benefit of.


Following my long luxurious bath, my routine continues with a shave and moisturise. After ensuring my legs were smooth and silky, and the razor still in my hand, a wicked thought entered my mind. 'What the hell,' I thought to myself, 'let's treat this guy,' and with that I took some shaving foam and massaged it into my already neatly trimmed fine pubes. I had to stop my fingers continuing their administrations, I was feeling so horny. 'Not a time for shaking hands,' I admonished myself, knowing a cut now would ruin my evening to come. I carefully pulled the blade over my pussy lips, enjoying the feeling as my naked skin was revealed. Once finished I took a little more cold fragrance free moisturiser, and cooled my most intimate skin.


Once ready, I took my bottle of wine into the bedroom, another must have preparation for any night out. Pouring myself a cold glass of white, I spent many unrushed moments deciding upon an outfit. I decided to go for it, no point in being virginal anymore, I needed a good seeing to, after far too long without a good fuck. Months of getting off in front of my pc, reading internet porn was pushing my sexual needs higher and higher, rather than satisfying it. I laughed when I thought what my evening's date would think of me, if he had spied me sitting naked at my computer, legs spread sluttishly, rubbing a vibrating dildo over my clit while I watched and read about very nasty and dirty gang bangs, imagining myself at the centre of the rough male attention.





My mind was on autopilot as I pulled on my black hold up stockings, my calves and lower thighs enhanced by their sheer clinging material, the enticement of the pale flesh of my upper thighs somehow magnified when contrasted against the black. I pulled on my best 'pulling pants', which I called my skimpy black thong, the satin material hugging me so tight that anyone glimpsing them would almost make out the outer lips of my womanhood, lips begging to be penetrated.


A side fastening wrap over skirt hid the treats below, and I added a touch of colour, my thinnest and clingiest scarlet top over a black push-up bra, which was designed to show off my breasts to their best, and show through the red top a little, again to tease and turn on my man. I felt and looked hot, the final touch some dark red lipstick, which I applied a little heavier than I would normally, knowing men can think of nothing but me sucking on their hard cocks when they looked at my full red lips. Dropping the lipstick into my best purse I poured myself another celebratory glass of wine, licking my lips naughtily at my own appearance in the mirror.


That's when I caught the sound of my mobile, chiming to tell me a text message had arrived. I was going to ignore it guessing it was one of my friends trying to wind me up about tonight, but then realised it could be my man letting me know he was outside. Flipping over my essential fashion accessory, my heart sank at the short and soulless message; 'Cannot make tonight, maybe another time.'





'Bastard!' I thought to myself, he didn't even dare call to let me down. I sank onto the bed, my whole evening ruined, all my effort gone to waste. Blinking tears from my eyes, my gaze returned to my computer sitting in the corner of the room, the computer being my only sexual release of recent months. Not only release I thought to myself, but my naughty friend who has let me dare think about sex I had never experienced before.


"No, no porn for me tonight," I spoke aloud, a determined smile touching my lips. I realised that I looked too good to waste tonight, and I didn't need a man on my arm to go and show myself off. Maybe it was the wine, but I felt confident and sexy, and a little like the slut I always wished I dared to be.


So that's why I found myself an hour later sitting in a pub drinking my third long vodka and lemonade. I'd already flirted with the barman, and sent a couple of no-hopers on their way. The alcohol made my head buzz, the confidence it gave me egging me on to put on a show. I knew several pairs of eyes were on me, getting drunk alone and looking hot. One party of guys especially, who looked like they were out celebrating a comrades birthday, had made it obvious they liked what they saw whenever their heads turned my way, and I was having fun showing a little more leg to spur on their glances. They looked a lot rougher than the sort of guys I'd ever date myself, but I wasn't thinking straight, I wanted to tease every man, show off what I had, something that a bastard who stood me up would never get now.