Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Anjali stands and leans close to whisper in my ear, her tits still exposed from her pulled down tank top pressing into me.


“Let me know what time to get there.”


I do the best I can to get through my normal eight hours at work. I didn’t have much of a chance to discuss everything with Anjali, but she did tell me to tell her what time to show up at my part time job. I also had a complete set of all the photos I had taken that afternoon.





It’s a wonder I didn’t get a speeding ticket that night. I got to work in record time. Things were pretty much normal and even at ten o’clock it was still early. I called Anjali and told her to come on down. I also told her to wear a long coat over her outfit so she didn’t cause too much notice to herself. Then I went to find the night manager. As it turned out, a couple of guys had been kicked out before I got on so there was a room available. I explained that I just wanted to use it as a place to get away from the ruckus and sit down for a few minutes. He handed me the key and I felt my heart race at how well it was all coming together.


I saw Anjali pull up and I directed her to park her car near the room. I gave her the key and told her she might need to straighten it up a bit, as it hadn’t been serviced yet.


“Any potential clients,” she asked, getting out of the car.


“No, not yet. But it’s still fairly early for a Friday night,” I told her.


I notice her take a cooler and a large bag into the room with her. At least she knew to bring some things with her to kill the time.





About an hour later I had my first inquiry. It was a young man I had talked to the night before.


“Hey man, what’s going on tonight? Have you got lucky yet?” I asked.


The young man was a bit shorter than I was, maybe five eight. He was stocky, but not fat. Like he worked out a bit. He had been drinking but seemed to have his wits about him still.


“No these bitches are fucked up. Most of the ones here are from my own college. I couldn’t get them there so not much chance of getting here. Too bad you couldn’t hook us up with that hooker you know.”


“Well you may be in luck. I talked to her a bit ago and she said she might be able to come out and play tonight. She also gave me some more photos to show whoever might be interested.”


I handed the young man the photos and watched his face as he went through the first set of shots. He actually flushed a bit when he got to the ones showing my whore sucking me off.


“Fuck man. She is fucking hot. God I would give anything to be that dude.”


“How much is anything? I can give her a call and see if she’s interested.”


“Fuck I’d give 1500 for a blow job that fucking hot.”


“Stay here for a second. Turn around and face away from the street, okay. I’ll be right back.”


The young man turned around as I walked off. I punched my wife’s cell phone number.


“Anjali’s One Girl Whorehouse. This is Anjali, can I help you?” she answered.


“Cute, you little fucking whore.”


“Oh, so you’ve been serviced here before.”


“As a matter of fact I have. But now I have a young man that is inquiring about your services. He said he would give 1500 to get a blowjob like the one in the pictures. You should be able to see him standing looking at the building if you look out your window.”


“Hang on, Sir.”


“Oh dear. That poor young man. You should send him right over. I know I can help him just fine. Would you be a dear and collect for me. I would hate to spoil his mood.”


“Right away, whore,” I replied with a laugh before ending the call.


Back to the young man, “You’re in luck. You see that blue truck over there?”


“Yeah.”


“Go stand next to it. Put your money in the hole on the side of the bed. Then head over to room 112. She’s waiting for you now.”


Not another word was spoken. The young man went to the truck and put the money in and then practically ran to room 112. I went over and picked up the money, two twenties and a ten. I slipped them in my shirt pocket, deciding that I would frame it for Anjali as a reminder of her first job as a whore.


It wasn’t until then that I thought about my sweet loving wife, with her whore red lips strained around a younger man’s cock. My moment of jealousy changed to excitement and pride. I knew she was. What I didn’t know was I wanted others to know that.


It took longer than I expected, maybe twenty minutes. I assumed Anjali was enjoying herself. That and it didn’t hurt to have the young man spread the word about how good she was at giving head. But of course there could have been more and I wouldn’t have known.


My phone rang shortly after he left.


“Did you get his money?”


“Yes, like you told me too.”


“Good. Then I am a real whore now. For 1500 that young man shot his load down my throat. He held my head on him so I had to swallow it all. I can still taste his cum in my mouth even now. It was so hot and tasty. But be a darling now and find someone who wants to fuck me now.”





Anjali disconnected before I could say anything, not that I could think of anything to say. Word spread quickly, as it wasn’t long before another young man came up to me. He told me he wanted to get laid, but he only had 1000. I took his money anyway and sent him straight to my whore’s room. I didn’t bother calling her this time.


In about fifteen minutes, he too came out. Grinning from ear to ear. He surprised me by walking back up to me.





“If I go to the ATM and get some more money, can I go again later?”


“Sure if you want, but it’ll have to be more than 1000 this time.”


“That’s cool. Hey did you know that bitch is fucking married. I was pounding her hard from behind and she said she bet her husband would love to see my big dick fucking her hot cunt.”


It went that way for several more hours. A college guy would approach wanting to get sucked or fucked, I’d take his money and send him in. Anjali didn’t call me after the first one and I didn’t call her until later.





It was about three AM and things were winding down. Usually when it started to get quiet, I would head home. Anjali was in the middle (literally, I found out later) of taking care of two friends, so I made my last walk around the property. Another of the young men I had talked to the night before approached me.


“I hear your friend is in the area. Any chance she might want to party with us?”


“Depends on what you have in mind.”


“All six of us in our room. She stays till we can’t do it anymore.”