Fantasy Actress Roleplays

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"Ah, that feels so good, Deepika Singh. Much better when you do it. You have such soft, yet strong hands. I feel I could marry those hands."
 
"Yes, but you're already married. And so am I. So how would that work exactly?" Deepika Singh teased.
 
"Oh, that feels good, oh God, I'm getting close, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oooooooh!"
 
Mr. Jones ejaculated on his chest as Deepika Singh pumped his cock dry, easing up as the last of his cum spurted out.
 
"Deepika Singh, that was just what I needed. You are a lifesaver."
 
Deepika Singh replied, "Don't mention it, Mr. Jones. Just please don't tell anyone on the staff. If word got out, that would be my career."
 
"Your secret is safe with me. I never bite the hand that feeds me, and you've been so good to me the past few days to boot."
 
...
 
Sure enough, after shift change around 7am, Deepika Singh went over to the computer kiosk and logged in to knock out the computer based training the watch nurse reminded her of. About five minutes in, she got an alert box that opened up suddenly. It read, "I saw what you did. Do you value your career?" There were two boxes, one that read yes and one, no.
 
Suddenly panicked but confident that the person on the other end of the ether indeed caught her jerking off Mr. Jones, Deepika Singh felt she should probably click yes. Still, what if they were bluffing, as if they had seen what happened, but maybe didn't have any evidence. By clicking yes, what is she admitting guilt? Could she afford to take any chances? She reasoned she couldn't...not if she wanted to keep working as a nurse. She clicked yes.
 
The message in the box changed. It now read: "Good answer. After you're done with your training module, come meet me in the basement, Room B187. I'll be watching you." Then after five seconds, the message disappeared.
 
"Shit!" she thought, "Now what am I gonna do?" She couldn't not go. If the person really was watching her, she couldn't tell anyone because it would wake her stalker up to her trick and before she knew it the evidence on her would be out and she'd be fired. No, it would be better just to go.
 
Once she wrapped up the module, she packed up as if nothing was wrong and took the elevator to the basement level which happened to be pretty deserted given it was now a Saturday morning. She walked down to Room B187, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Sure enough, it was none other than Dr. Zanjani himself.
 
"Hi, Deepika Singh. Thanks for coming," said the doctor coyly.
 

 
"You!" said Deepika Singh crossly. "You of all people. How can you act like this?"
 
"Shut up, Bitch!" snapped Dr. Zanjani. "You made your bed, now you must lie in it. Close the door, turn the lock, and then strip."
 
"I will do no such thing. This is outrage-" Deepika Singh started.
 
Dr. Zanjani slapped Deepika Singh across the face.
 
"If you value your fucking job, you will do as your told, Slut!" he commanded with raised voice. After five seconds, he repeated more subdued again: "Close the door, turn the lock, and then strip."
 
Deepika Singh stood there trying to comprehend what was happening. He was holding all the chips. It was 100% not okay for her to "help" Mr. Jones the way she had. She of all people knew better. What had possessed her to do such a stupid thing? And now, the one time she had, she was caught by a man, and being forced to behave in a way she didn't want and against her will.
 
After a couple of moments, she turned, shut the door, flipped the latch so that the door was now locked, walked over to the opposite side of the room, and proceeded to take her clothes off. She went as far as her bra and panties and stopped there, hoping that would be good enough.
 

 
"What are you doing? Did I say strip to your undergarments? Take it all off, Bitch!"
 
She paused again, taking it all in. She had never shown her body to another man her whole life. She belonged to her husband, the sight of her belonged to her husband.
 
"Did you fucking hear me, I said take it all off!" Dr. Zanjani said, assuming an assertive command posture.
 
She quickly began to fidget her bra off and set it on her other clothes, and then with her hands on her undies, she hesitated just a second, then pulled them down and placed them with the bra.
 
"There now, was that so hard?" Dr. Zanjani asked. He then proceeded to take some photos of her standing there, but didn't get any before she covered her breasts and her shaven pussy.
 
"What the fuck is the matter with you? Are you stupid? I have a video of you jerking of that patient, and all you got for me is this slow roll balk crap? You know what, were done. Have a nice life doing whatever the hell your back up plan was," he threatened, getting up and walking toward the door.



 
 
"Wait!" shouted Deepika Singh. "Okay, okay," she said as she dropped her hands and arms to her side. "I'll stop. Please just don't tell anybody what I've done. My career is all I have."
 
"Oh, I think you have more to lose than your career. Still, that's better. Hold still." Dr. Zanjani took photos of Deepika Singh standing there.
 
"Now, sit on the folding chair there for me and spread your legs nice and wide."
 
She hesitated just a second, remembered what had just happened, and then quickly sat down and spread her legs a little.
 
"Wider, Deepika Singh. I want to see your pussy. I want you to spread your legs for me and spread your pussy lips for me."
 
Deepika Singh spread her legs wider and with her right hand parted her pussy lips revealing a hairless moist twat that looked ready for action.
 
Dr. Zanjani got closer and snapped some pics to capture her wet pussy, tits, and face all in one shot.
 
"Very nice. I see your pussy is nice and wet. This turns you on, doesn't it, Deepika Singh?"
 
"No, Doctor. I was turned on a little by handling the patient, and I happen to be ovulating as well. I do not like this and I wish you would stop."
 
"All right, just shut up," Dr. Zanjani commanded. He took his finger and went to probe Deepika Singh's pussy. He stuck his index finger about half way in.
 

 
Deepika Singh's pussy was actually on fire. She had been horny since midnight thinking about her third cousin Arya, his cock in her mouth, the huge load that he had shot when she jerked him and sucked him off. And then the hand job for Mr. Jones. He had a good size, and as she jerked him she thought about how she wanted to suck his cock or even let him fuck her. It would be too risky, but the fantasy was very real. Of course she'd never have gone that far. That would be a major sin, an offense against her husband.
 
With the doctor's finger in her pussy, she managed to mask how much it turned her on. He then withdrew his finger, now well lubed by her juices, and drew it along her clitoris, eliciting the expression of pleasure he was after, her mouth opened in a small gasp and breathing began to grow faster.
 
"You like that, don't you Bitch?"
 
Deepika Singh didn't answer, and the doctor wasn't really looking for one.
 
Dr. Zanjani stood up and began to take off his clothes.
 
"What are you doing?" Deepika Singh asked in desperation.
 
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting naked so that we can do what you're here for."
 
"Which is? asked Deepika Singh.
 
"You'll see."
 
Once all his clothes were off, Dr. Zanjani instructed her to get on her knees. "Now kneel down and start sucking my dick."
 
Seeing Dr. Zanjani naked, Deepika Singh was actually quite impressed. Most doctors get a little overweight, especially by their fifties. Dr. Zanjani must have been about 45, and he was in fine physical shape. More than that was his cock. He had what must have been six inches long and five inches around while flaccid. It looked strikingly similar to her cousin's.. Still, she hesitated a moment, until...
 
"God, Deepika Singh. Are you going to be doing this all morning? Open your fucking mouth and get going already. I don't have time for this."
 
Deepika Singh begrudgingly opened her mouth and took the soft penis in her mouth and began to caress it slowly.
 
Dr. Zanjani let out a sigh and said, "That's a good slut. You're doing a good job. Now, is this so hard?"
 
Deepika Singh kept sucking Dr. Zanjani's cock until it got bigger and bigger.". His cock was now completely erect and he began fucking her mouth nice and slowly.
 
Deepika Singh pulled a hand up and started working the shaft while she continued the front four inches of his cock.
 
"What are you doing? Did I say you could use your hands? I said for you to suck my dick. Now suck it. With your mouth!"
 
Deepika Singh dropped her hand and made a greater effort to get the doctor's cock deeper into her mouth. When she sucked her cousin, he was young and the stimulation on the front four or five inches was all he needed to bust a nut. Dr. Zanjani wanted more and he was damn sure going to get it. Deepika Singh with some effort was able to get six inches in before the cock hit rock bottom in her throat. From that angle that was as good as it was going to get with the penis as stiff as it was.
 

 
"That's really good, Deepika Singh. Yeah, keep sucking it. Fuck my cock with your throat. Ugh, ugh, ugh, that's it. Yeah, suck it you filthy ungrateful whore, you filthy fucking cum slut. Suck your daddy's cock. Like that, ugh!"
 
Deepika Singh had forgotten for a moment that she was being forced to suck and started to really work at it. It was now her goal to get Dr. Zanjani off regardless of the fact that she was being forced. She wanted to get him off, and she wanted to taste his cum as he shot his load into her wanting mouth. She needed to feel desired, she needed sexual contact, and something about Dr. Zanjani's penis just felt right.
 

 
 
Suddenly Dr. Zanjani stopped and pulled his cock out. "That was perfect, Deepika Singh. Well done. Now, go ahead and kneel onto the folding chair with your ass facing me."
 
"What? Dr. Zanjani, I can't let you do this. I'm married. This is haram" She talked the talk, and wouldn't volunteer for what could end up being the fucking of her life, but deep down she felt her walls coming down. She began to crave what Dr. Zanjani was about to force upon her. And there was something about being forced that made it both okay for her and also kind of thrilling.
 
"Will you shut the fuck up? I caught you jerking a guy in his hospital bed, now I fucking own you. Go ahead and walk out that door and see what it gets you."
 
"Please," Deepika Singh started, "Let me just suck you off. I'll suck you any time you want, please, just don't do this. I'm a married woman and you're not my husband." In all reality, she felt it was wrong, and she only knew that she must hold out, must protest.
 
Not having it, Dr. Zanjani said, "Enough. Get on the chair or leave. It's your choice."
 
Deepika Singh hesitated again, but Dr. Zanjani let her think it over. He already knew what she would decide. She thought about the consequences and how losing her job and possibly her husband were a far worse fate than giving herself to this conceited, stalker asshole this one time. After about thirty seconds, she climbed onto the folding chair kneeling.
 
"Good girl. Trust me, you're gonna love this. They all do."
 

 
Dr. Zanjani took his rock hard cock and pointed it at Deepika Singh's pussy hole. He first inserted his cock head and paused to hear Deepika Singh's reaction. Sure enough, he heard a gasp as her senses were filled with ecstasy. It felt so wrong in her heart, but her pussy was in heaven... the wanting, the anticipation, and now the penetration... She hadn't been getting it at home, and suddenly the universe was bringing it to her.
 
She reflected on her husband Vijay and what he would think if he found out. What would he say? Would he understand that she was forced to do it, even if she secretly wanted it? They couldn't easily continue to enjoy their lifestyle without help from their parents if she had to start all over again. It would take time, education, and money to get into a new career that paid even 75% of what she was now making. She didn't have a choice, did she?
 
Dr. Zanjani's cock pushed its way deeper into Deepika Singh's wanting gash. He could see the bubbles of prostatic fluid excreted from her vulva in anticipation of and a reaction to his cock as he pulled out and before entering again. He had gotten about half way in now, stretching Deepika Singh's pussy more than it had ever gone before. her cunt was still tight from only ever having experienced average cock. But that was about to change.
 

 
Her body, her ass, her hips, her tits, and that face, all made Dr. Zanjani want her since the first time he saw her. This is why he'd come on to her a few years ago, and why this very moment he was taking advantage of her. He had actually been stalking her ever since she spurned his advances that night. He decided then that if he couldn't have her willingly, he'd have to take her by force. He just had to wait. Until now. Now he had her.
 
His cock was now inside her up to eight inches. Deepika Singh made little uncontrollable gasps of pain and pleasure as Dr. Zanjani's throbbingly large cock rubbed and stimulated her cervix. As he picked up his speed, he eventually after five minutes inside got all the way in. He started expressing his pleasure again.
 
"Oh yeah, your pussy is like butter. I knew you could take it all. You are an absolute slut. You fucking love this, don't you? Say you love it, Whore!"
 
"Yes, I love it, I want you to fuck me, oh, oh, oh!" she cried as the cervical stimulation caused her to reach the explosive climax she needed, pushing back against the doctor's hips while her body convulsed and bucked with waves of pleasure from her head to her toes. She had never experienced this complete of an orgasm. For these few moments, she completely forgot why she was here, why she shouldn't be here, who she was, or that she was married or a mother or that her job was at stake or anything. She was a piece of meat that was getting fucked the way any female animal should. Doggy style and hard. Pounded like a piece of meat. BAM, BAM, BAM, went to the doctor as he picked up on Deepika Singh's orgasm which sent him into a frenzy as he fucked her harder and faster until his cock reached it's explosive end.
 


 
"Oooh fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck, oh my God, your pussy is so wet and slick, just like a pussy ought to be. You are mine, you fucking bitch slut. I'm gonna fuck you good any time I want, and you're going to do it, and you're gonna like it. Oh, fuck, yeah, oh!"
 
Deepika Singh wasn't listening to this asshole as he mumbled about what he thought he deserved from her. She was focusing on the intense sexual pleasure that had been missing from her life, the feeling of being used like the whore that she needed to be treated as, completely filled like her pussy deserved, and desired unlike the way her nice husband thought she should be treated,
 
She thought to herself, "Is this what women want? To be with bad guys, treated like shit, and used like a whore? Why am I suddenly enjoying this? What's the matter with me?"
 
Dr. Zanjani didn't worry in the slightest if Deepika Singh went and alerted the authorities at this point. This was being filmed, and the way her pussy reacted, no medical authority would certify that she was bangd. As a medical physician, he knew better than anyone.
 
She got fucked, and she was fucked. She didn't know what the future looked like, but it was either submit, fess up, or end the doctor. She wasn't a violent person, and she loved her job. It looked like she was stuck with the first option. At least for now.