Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Poonam Kaur   pls

Poonam Kaur was a tease.


I didn't care that she was my daughter-in-law. She was also a dirty-minded, faithless slut. She badly needed to be disciplined - and I was more than happy to mete out richly-deserved punishment.





From the very first day my son had brought her home to meet his family, Poonam had flirted and teased me, but the intensity had increased on a seaside walk when I went to visit my son and daughter-in-law. After I'd gone back home the messages began: a stream of increasingly filthy texts and emails in which Poonam shared photos of the most intimate parts of her highly attractive anatomy and committed to letting me fuck her until she begged for mercy. We made plans; we agreed a date. But then, abruptly, she reneged. She'd made a mistake, she said. She couldn't have sex with her father-in-law. It had been very, very wrong of us both and it was over.


I was furious. What a bitch. Teasing me and making promises she had no intention of keeping. Who the fuck did she think she was? A 30 year old with shoulder-length blonde hair, a tight body, perfect features and a 34B cup was every father-in-law's dream daughter-in-law. Yes,  I knew as she'd told me in one of those filthy text messages...where she begged me to suck on those wonderful orbs...before she went so very cold on the idea…





When my wife invited my son and Poonam to stay with us over New Year, I was annoyed and Poonam was horrified. But neither of us could scupper the arrangement without attracting suspicion so we had no choice but to agree. And gradually I began to see how this family occasion could be the perfect setting for my revenge on the slut who'd wound me up and then checked out.


My wife and son were both behind on their shopping, so on the day before Eve I suggested they take a trip to the huge shopping centre twenty miles away and have lunch out while I played cards with friends at the local club. Poonam, who had worked all the previous day before acting as chauffeuse on the long trip, was allowed to sleep late.


My wife, my son and I left the house together, leaving her with a tray of breakfast in bed, and drove off in different directions. Instead of continuing to my club, however, I pulled over at the local Costcutter, made a few phone calls and headed home.





I parked around the bend from my own house, walked the hundred yards to my front door and furtively unlocked it. I crept upstairs and silently opened the guest bedroom door. My caution was unnecessary. The power shower was running full blast in the en suite and Poonam was singing as she soaped her body. She had no idea she was not alone. I stripped and lay on the king-size bed, my arms behind my head, my cock thick and swollen in anticipation of finally fucking the teasing minx.


The shower stopped. The ensuite door opened and Poonam emerged, flushed and damp, wrapped in a fluffy white towel. Seeing me naked and ready on the bed, she started and gave a little cry, clutching the wet towel to her generous chest. She made a dash for the bedroom door but I was too quick for her, springing to my feet and barring her way.





Her chest heaved and her pupils were dilated - in fear? excitement? - as she faced me. I reached out and tugged away the towel covering her, exposing her nakedness, leaving her vulnerable. Rivulets of water cascaded from her long, blonde, wet hair over the slopes of her perfect alabaster breasts. Her nipples were deep pink and hard as bullets. She looked as gorgeous in reality as in the dirty pics she had sent and then regretted. She looked into my eyes and couldn't help but notice I was licking my lips in anticipation.