Fantasy Actress Roleplays

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A few minutes later, Anushka opened one eye and looked down at her sweet son. He looked worn out and perfectly happy. The smell of their sweat and cum hung thick in the air. She opened the other eye and a lazy smile spread across her face. "Are you ... finally ... satisfied?" She took a deep breath in and out.

"You take such good care of me." Krishan sighed.

"My little man." Anushka leaned forward and pressed her breasts against his skinny chest. She planted a kiss on his forehead and rested her cheek against his tousled blond hair. Her vagina involuntarily spasmed around the fat penis still inside her. "My very big little man."



"Can we have sex again?" Krish flexed his dick and felt his mom's pussy jerk in response.

"We have to clean up, pumpkin." But Anushka didn't really feel like moving at the moment.

"I don't mean now. I mean later." His dick jumped again and her pussy responded. What a wonderful little game he'd just discovered. "I mean, I want to keep having sex with you in the future. I don't ever want to stop."

"I bet." Anushka thought about how to handle this best. She was out of ideas. "You're a teenager, Krish. You'd put that thing in me every day, all day, if I let you."

"I mean it, Mom." Krishan held her shoulders and lifted her a little so he could look into her eyes. "I don't want to stop."

"How can I say no to that earnest face?" Anushka slowly nodded. "But, if we do this, you need to leave Hansika alone. And we have to be more careful." Anushka looked over her shoulder at the open door. "Promise?"

"I promise." Krishan offered her a wide, goofy smile and she smiled back.

"Now, let's get cleaned up." Anushka pulled off him and his penis flopped out of her vagina. She looked down between her hanging breasts at her poor slit. It gapped open and oozed sperm. "Gosh, Krish. We have a lot to clean up."

 

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A loud thump woke Krishan. He opened his eyes and blinked at the dark bedroom. His window hung open and his curtains gently wafted in the crescent moon's light. Another crash sounded somewhere in the house and Krishan tensed. He looked over to his bedroom door and could see it was open about six inches. He thought he'd closed it. He always closed it.

"You've done it now,." Vinay's voice carried down the hall. "You had to plant your seed, didn't you?" The mysterious clock started to chime the hour, and then it was silenced with a mighty crash.

Krishan trembled. He closed his eyes.

"Where is the philandering mare? Where is my wife that spreads her legs for any passing steed?" Another series of loud bangs filled the house with discordant ringing as Vinay finished off the clock. "Come out, Nayan."

A cold hand brushed Krishan's cheek and he opened his eyes. Nayanthara looked like an angel, her pale, freckled skin radiant in the moonlight. She wore a nightgown that hung open just enough for some cleavage to peek out. "We must be going, Krishan. He can sense what you did to your mother."

"What did I do?" Krishan whispered.

"Breed her, of course." Nayanthara offered a frightened, half-smile. "Come now." She took his hand and pulled him from bed.

Krishan followed the ghost, her frigid hand pressed firmly into his. He shivered, naked expect for his tight boxers.



"Remove that hateful ward so that we might escape." Nayanthara led him to the fireplace and pointed down to the salt symbol on the floor by the hearth.

"Sure." Krishan moved his bare foot toward the symbol to sweep it away, but his foot stopped just short of the salt. He tried the other foot, but still found he couldn't touch the thing. "I can't."

"That is not encouraging." Nayanthara cocked her head and stared down. The magic thing looked back up at her while it glowed its sickly, vengeful green. "It seems you have too much of the house in you already, dearie." She gave his hand a firm squeeze. "I didn't want to do this, but climb out that window. There is a ledge just outside. A perfect perch for a thin lad like you. He won't find you there."

Krishan looked at his open bedroom window.

"Go on, now." Nayanthara pulled him toward the window, but Krishan didn't move. "We haven't much time."

"I'm afraid of heights."

"Listen to me, Krish. You have so much ahead of you. But not if my dear husband gets his hands on you." She let go of his hand and lowered her nightgown, exposing her milky-white, left boob. "Come, now calm yourself." She firmly grasped Krishan's head by the back of his hair and brought his lips to her nipple.

He eagerly gulped down the cold, sweet liquid. His fear temporarily pushed aside.

"Ssshhhhhhhh." Nayanthara softly stroked his hair. "There, there, child." She gently pulled him off her breast and looked into his eyes. "Are you ready to climb the ledge now?"



"Sorry, no." Krishan shook his head.

Nayanthara sighed in exasperation. "In that case, it's into the devil's maw." She grabbed his hand again tightly and pulled him through the bedroom door and into the dark hall. A clattering crash echoed up the grand stairs from the main floor. Nayanthara crept toward the stairs. "I will get you to your mother. You'll be safe there," she whispered over her shoulder.

Loud stomping now filled the mansion, growing louder with each percussion. "And now the treachery is found." Vinay's deep voice reverberated as he climbed the stairs. "Not so much a boy as a viper in our midst. Stand aside, Nayan."

"We are found." Nayanthara froze near the top of the western stairway. She turned to Krishan and grabbed his shoulders. The faintest hint of panic filled her eyes. "Run to the west tower and lock the door behind you. Place this at the foot of the door." Nayanthara produced one of the Samatar sachets and dropped it in Krishan's hand.

"What are you going to do?" The sachet felt so heavy in Krishan's hand, like it was filled with lead. A great fatigue spread through him. The sound of footfalls neared. Krishan could now see a tall, broad shadow climbing the east stairway with resolute purpose.

"I will delay poor Vinay." Nayanthara gave Krishan a sad smile and turned toward her husband. "Run," she whispered.

Krishan turned and fled down the hall. Behind him he could hear harsh words.

"If it was always murder in your heart, you might have simply run me through with a steel." Vinay's voice lowered. "We'd all be better off. Out of the way."

"If you want him, the path lies through me." Nayanthara sounded resigned.

"Very well," Vinay's voice was now almost a snake's hiss.

Krishan hopped up the stairs to the tower, opened his sister's door, and closed it behind him. When he dropped the sachet like instructed, he felt his energy return to him. He could no longer hear what they were saying, but soon the muffled sounds of violence filtered through the door.

"Krish?" Shriya sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Shriya?" Krishan walked toward the bed on trembling legs. "Do you hear that?"

"No." Shriya cocked her blonde hair to the side and listened. "No, I don't hear anything."

"Really?" Krishan could still hear the scuffle from the second floor. He took a deep breath. It was reassuring that his sister couldn't hear it. It made Vinay seem much farther away. "Look, I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Like when we were kids?" Shriya smiled groggily and lifted her blanket. She was wearing warm pajamas under the covers. "Sure, Krish." She patted the sheet next to her. She watched her skinny brother climb into bed with her. She turned away from him and lay down on her side.

"Thanks." Krishan snuggled up to her back and put his arm over her side, careful not to touch her breasts. This was more than comforting. The sounds from below died away. They lay, spooning in the quiet for a while.

"Krish?" Shriya's voice was a sleepy whisper.

"Yeah?"

"You're poking me with your thing." The way she said it was very matter of fact. They were twins, and there wasn't any reason for pretense between them.

"Sorry." Krishan turned to his other side. He felt bad that he was hard in his sister's bed, but as the terror faded away, and her warmth and smell surrounded him, he couldn't help himself.

"It's okay. It was just a little uncomfortable." She flipped over to spoon him and dbangd her arm over his side. "The nightmare will be gone in the morning. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Krishan already felt the nightmare receding in his sister's embrace.

Soon, they were both softly snoring.

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The faint glow of morning infused the circular tower room as Shriya woke. She stretched and crawled out of bed. Autumn had settled in outside and the room gave her a chill. She was happy for her pajamas. She walked to the door on her way to bathroom. Before opening the door, she bent down and picked up the little cheesecloth bag on the floor. It had the same herb smell as the one her mother had given her. Shriya shrugged, Anushka must have given one to Krishan too and he dropped it while running from his nightmare. Their mother was really taking the haunting thing seriously.

Shriya opened the door and tossed the little sachet on a nearby shelf. She padded down the stairs in her bare feet. The soft ticking of a clock followed her down the hall. Everything was clean, quiet, and muted in the dawn. Just as it should be.

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The pickup truck pulled out of their short driveway. Hansika stood out on her front step, waving to her husband as he sped off to work. She turned and entered her house, closing the front door behind her. Normally, this was the point in the morning when she'd get some coffee and read the news. Instead, she bolted for the bedroom.

Within a minute, she was naked on her bed, with her hand working her pussy furiously. Images of young cocks danced before her eyes. She thought of Sunny and his cruel good looks. Her memories of her time in the locked room were shrouded in fog. But she did recall the moment he'd jammed his penis in her reluctant pussy. It had only taken about thirty seconds of his pistoning for her to realize what she'd missed out on when she'd married Karun. She'd wound up eagerly taking Sunny in positions she'd never before dreamed of. It was so good that she'd begged him for more.



Sunny was a revelation. But Krishan's bigger cock was the image that played a refrain in her mind as she worked herself to a morning orgasm. Such a contrast to Karun and Sunny, Krishan was sweet and clearly afflicted with a puppy-dog crush on his brother's wife. And his cock hit all the right places so very deep inside her. Hansika squealed out an orgasm as she thought of riding him. She needed to do it again.

Naked and sweaty, Hansika leaned over and grabbed her phone from her bedside table. She dialed Krishan's number. It was still early so he probably hadn't left for school yet. As the phone rang, her heart thumped in her chest. It went to voicemail. "Um ... Krish ... hello, it's SIL. I ... um ... we ... we have to talk. Call me back." She hung up and dropped the phone on the bed next to her. Her hand snaked back down past her blonde bush. Her fingers slipped inside her and she worked herself toward another orgasm.

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