Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"I ... um ... said you looked like a slut?" Krishan visibly cringed as his mother's soft brown eyes turned hard.

"Krishan" Anushka let go of his penis with her right hand and her other hand fell from her breast. "I'm shocked to hear those words come from your mouth." She stood up and wiped the spit from her chin with the back of her hand. "What would your father say?"



"Well ... um ... you sorta were ... sucking on my ..." Krishan squirmed, suddenly very self-conscious to have his dick exposed to his mother.

"Goodness gracious." A line formed down the center of Anushka's forehead as she frowned at Krishan. "Are you defending yourself?"

"Well ..."

"Apologize this instant." Anushka folded her arms over her ample bust.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Krishan hung his head and stared down at his dick. Nayanthara had steered him wrong.

"Say it like you mean it." Anushka cocked her head and waited for Krishan to make eye-contact. She needed to set him straight.

Krishan looked up into Anushka's stern eyes. "I'm really sorry, Mom. I won't do it again."

"Thank you, pumpkin." Anushka smoothed out her dress and took a deep breath. "Now maybe we need to cool it with all this stuff we've been doing. I'm afraid it's sending you down the wrong path. I was trying to help, but ..." Anushka shook her head and blushed as she thought about what she'd just been doing to her son.

"No, Mom." Krishan felt his stomach drop. He couldn't lose this thing he now had with his mother. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to ... to ... be ..."

"Pull up your pants." Anushka stepped around him and walked to the door. "And get to bed. It's late."

"Please?" Krishan called after her.

"No more funny business." Anushka opened the door. She checked both ways down the hall. No one there. "And that's final." She slipped out of the room without looking back.

Krishan sat and slumped in the chair, totally dejected. His penis softened. This was terrible. Tears formed in his eyes. He put his head in his hands and quietly sobbed.

~~

Anushka nearly ran into her daughter-in-law in the hallway. "Goodness, Hansika. What are you doing up? It's after midnight."

"Oh ... sorry." Hansika tried to focus. "Just getting some ... water."

"Well, okay." Anushka looked the woman up and down but couldn't see much in the gloom of the hallway. She could tell that Hansika's legs were bare under her long t-shirt. "Goodnight then." Anushka stepped around her and opened the door to the master bedroom.

"Goodnight, Anushka." Hansika wandered off down the hall toward the stairs.



Anushka didn't have time to think about Hansika. She wanted to make love to her husband. Now that she'd ended it with Krishan, she felt a pressing need to make a connection with Ganesh. She needed to make amends. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed.

Ganesh slept on his side, gently snoring. Anushka disrobed, slipped under the covers, and reached around his hip. Her hand wormed its way inside his pajamas and grasped his penis. It surprised her how small it felt. She sighed and stroked the soft little thing. She supposed everything was relative and she'd have to get used to it again.

Eventually, she got her husband hard and woke him. She mounted Ganesh and slipped him inside her, but was stunned by the how little she felt in her vagina.



"What's gotten into you, Anu?" Ganesh reached up and massaged his wife's boobs.

"Just wanted to feel you, Ganesh." Anushka rocked her hips, but sex with Ganesh wasn't what it used to be. Had Krishan ruined her with his massive thing? The thought frightened her.

"Your boobs ... are they bigger?" This was the first time Ganesh had touched her breasts in a while.

"It's just hormones. Now let me ..." Anushka adjusted her hips and bounced on him, but was still met with frustration.

"Oh ... oh ... oooohhhhhhh." Ganesh shook.

"Wait, you don't have a condom on." Anushka pulled off him and finished him with her hand.



When he'd calmed down, Ganesh looked over at Anushka in the darkness. "That was great. I still got it, don't I?" He smiled.

"You sure do," she lied. Anushka got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. "I need a shower." But what she really needed was to satisfy herself. She suddenly regretted letting the Samatars take that enormous dildo. Her fingers would have to do.



~~

The tick-tock of the clock echoed throughout the mansion as Hansika descended the stairs. It seemed to her that her own heartbeat fell in time with it, like the mechanics of the clock were some sort of metronome for her very life.

Hansika trailed her fingertips along the wall to help guide her in the darkness. She couldn't remember what she had been looking for. As she searched her mind, a sudden memory sprung up. She was in a small room with a large taxidermized bear in the corner. It was frightening.

Something else came to her. In the memory, her dress was up around her waist and she rode a  young man for all she was worth. The feeling that gripped her as the memory played in her mind was that of complete penetration. Filthy, animalistic entry by an enormous cock. Her insides trembled at the thought of it. She stumbled at the bottom of the stairs, and saw a strip of light cast from a room to her right. She staggered toward it.

The lighted room was the library and she stopped in the open door when she arrived. Inside, she could see Krishan sitting in an armchair, his head in his hands. He looked like he was crying. Her heart broke for him. Someone had trampled on a beautiful flower, and Hansika needed to nurse it back to health.

Hansika took a deep breath to clear her mind of those awful memories and stepped into the room. She hadn't taken three steps when another memory stopped her in her tracks. Sunny. The man with the monster cock was named sunny. My God. Sunny was the name of the man that had broken her marriage vows. His cold dick had plundered her insides and deposited icy loads of semen deep inside her. She shivered. Had she climbed on his lap willingly, bouncing on him like she was trying to win ? "Krishan?" With another deep breath, Hansika pushed the memory aside. "Are you okay?"



"Hansika?" Krishan looked up through blurry eyes. "I was just ... um ... thinking."

"You look so sad." Hansika walked across the room, very conscious of her bare legs. "What can I do to help?" She stopped next to his chair and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you good with girl troubles?"

"You had a breakup?" Hansika offered a reassuring smile. It was strange how quickly she'd been able to release those terrible memories. Like a passing dream.

Krishan nodded.

"I'm here for you." Hansika squeezed his shoulder.

"I always thought you were so pretty." Krishan put his hand on hers and felt its warmth. "But now, you look even more ... beautiful." Even with her baggy t-shirt, Krishan could see her curves. Her blonde hair looked radiant in the warm lamplight.

"Thank you." Hansika tensed as another memory surfaced. This new memory was even more shocking than her sudden, enthusiastic infidelity with that boy, Sunny. She had made some sort of deal. She could still see the freckled face leering up at her as she screamed out orgasm after orgasm. Sunny asked if she wanted to feel that way again and she said yes. She would accept and pay for that pleasure. Then she felt so hot and her body turned a luminescent red. The heat that had crept over her had been so intense that she pressed herself into Sunny's frigid flesh. Praying he'd unload in her again so that his cold seed would offer relief to her poor vagina. Hansika shook her head. "I'm okay." She breathed in, held it, and then slowly exhaled. The memory faded.



"Um ... alright." Feeling bold for the first time in his life around this amazing woman, Krishan took her hand from his shoulder and brushed her fingers over his lips.

"You really are a handsome young man, aren't you?" Hansika gazed down at his eyes and held her breath again when he gently placed her finger in his mouth. "Oh, Jeez. That's so ..." She now knew that she really had given Krishan a blowjob earlier. It had happened. Nothing in this house was a dream. And, at the same time, all of it was. Had she been wrong to run out on him? "You look a little like Karan, but you're so different."

Krishan took the finger out of his mouth and lifted up the hem of her shirt. He found white panties and gently pulled them off her wide hips and past muscular thighs. "Karan's an asshole. I'm not." He could see her neatly trimmed blonde bush and protruding pussy lips. They looked perfect.



"No, he means well." Hansika caressed his cheek with her wet finger. "He just ... oh ... what are you ...? Oooohhhhhhh." Her eighteen-year-old brother-in-law dropped her panties to the floor, spread her legs a little, and placed his tongue right on her slit. He held her firmly by her butt cheeks. "That's so ... gooooooooddddd." She wove her fingers into his blond hair and dug her nails into his scalp. Her thighs trembled. The sound of his tongue slurping at her pussy was completely obscene. Through fluttering eyelids, Hansika watched the open door to the library, but she couldn't bring herself to part with Krishan long enough to close it. "I'm going to cccuuuuummmmmmmmmm." She gyrated her hips and creamed on his young tongue.