Fantasy Actress Roleplays

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Krishan's penis felt so good inside her that Ileana barely noticed.
 



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The east tower room was cold as temperatures dropped outside. Tharun and Shriya cuddled under the blankets, working their way through a limited range of foreplay. Shriya didn't want to touch Tharun's dick with her mouth, but she would allow handjobs. It was frustrating for Tharun, but she finally seemed ready for their second sex session. He was sure the last time he'd blown her mind. He couldn't wait to do it again.
 

 
"You've got the rubber on?" Shriya lay on her back, her legs spread. "Good. Go ahead and put it in."
 
"Get ready, baby." Tharun slid into her tight pussy and pumped his hips with little thrusts. It was heaven. Sex made him forget about everything else in the world. Homework, sports, even the scary house she lived in. It all faded away.
 
"Go, go, go," Shriya urged. She was hoping to feel a little something more this time. Sex was supposed to be this great thing, but so far it just seemed like uncomfortable groping.
 

 
"Yeah, baby. Take it." Tharun felt the covers fall away and the cool air of the room played on his bare skin. He paid no attention and humped away. "You like it?"
 
"She doesn't like it, dearie." A strange woman's voice came from just to the side of the bed.
 
"What?" Tharun looked up in surprise and disbelief, still humping his girlfriend.
 
"Try it more like this." The woman reached down and grabbed Tharun's hips from behind. She then forced him to thrust with longer, more powerful strokes. Predictably, his dick flopped out of Shriya's pussy.
 
"Help ... help ..." Tharun gasped as ice cold hands pressed into him and forced his hips up and down. "Stop ... please ..."
 
"What's wrong?" Shriya looked up at him with concerned eyes. "Tharun?"
 

 
Suddenly the woman and her frigid hands were gone. Nothing was holding Tharun on top of his girlfriend, so he sprang up and quickly found his pants. "Oh god , I gotta go, Shriya."
 
"What happened?" Shriya found the sheet and pulled it up over her chest. One minute she was having unsatisfying, awkward sex, the next, Tharun was running. Was it her fault the sex was so bad? Was that why he was leaving?
 
"That fucking creepy lady happened." Tharun looked around the room wildly. "Is she a friend of your mom's or something? Sneaking into your room when you invite boys over? Seriously messed up."
 
"I don't invite boys over. Just you." Shriya's face went very somber. "I didn't see anyone."
 
"What?" Tharun stopped and looked at Shriya. Was he losing his mind? He took a deep breath. "Okay, maybe I'm just tired. I'll sneak out, your parents won't ever know I was here." He finished dressing and paused. He didn't want to walk through that dark house, but he had no choice. "Actually, can you walk me to the door?" The thought of running into the cold woman in the halls sent a chill down his spine.
 

 
"I think I'm just going to stay here, Tharun." She knew she couldn't hold back her tears much longer and he didn't want him to see her cry.
 
"Okay, goodnight." As he walked out, Tharun realized he still had the condom on his limp dick. Oh well, he'd deal with it later.
 
Creeping downstairs, Tharun almost made it to the front door when he saw an orange glow to his left. Curiosity defeated his cowardice, and he sneaked to an open door and peered in. His mouth dropped when he saw what was happening inside the grand room. Shriya's twin brother was plowing a woman. He was behind her, standing with his legs out to either side, and he had a huge dick. She was on all fours, her eyes rolled back, and making a faint gurgling sound.
 
"Run along now," the woman's voice whispered just over Tharun's shoulder. "You've seen enough."
 


With wide eyes, Tharun turned and there was the woman staring at him out of the dark with cold, green eyes. Forgetting to be sneaky, he ran to the front door, opened it and ran down the front walk. He was at a full sprint down the driveway and then he got into his car and sped away.
 
Nayanthara followed him to the front door and watched him go. She closed the front door for him with a satisfying thud. "Inconsiderate youth." She clucked to herself. She then gracefully turned and strode back toward the main living room, her dress trailing behind her. Time to see if Ileana was ready for a deal.
 
 
When Nayanthara returned to the living room and quietly shut the door behind her, she found the couple engaged in the knot. Ileana rode Krishan, with her feet planted on the bearskin rug on either side of his right leg, her knees high, her back straight, and her head lolling back and forth. Her pretty face twisted itself in rapture. "Strike while the iron's hot," Nayanthara whispered to herself.
 

 
"Krishan ... Krishan ... you're in me ... and rubbing me ... it's too much ..." Ileana could feel another orgasm building. She was vaguely aware of the demon entering their room. But she couldn't bring her mind to worry.
 
"Dear Ileana," Nayanthara cooed. "This can't be the last time, can it?" Nayanthara walked over to her armchair and settled in. "You need more, don't you?"
 
"I need ... I need ..." Ileana bounced on that impossibly long penis and rubbed her clit along the inside of his skinny thigh.
 
"I offer you a lifetime of this feeling." Nayanthara leaned forward in her chair. "This is more than your god can offer. More than any god can offer. We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation."
 
"Yes ..." Ileana closed her eyes tight and bounced. Electricity moved through her nerves. It was as if the pleasure spoke for her. "Yes ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... I'll take ... the deal."
 

 
"And so it's done." Nayanthara looked over to Krishan and tried to get him to focus. "Krish? You'll want to move her someplace colder than this. As a reward, the house has given you the strength to carry her miles, but you need only to convey her to your washroom. Godspeed lad." And Nayanthara blew away just as the fire flickered and went out.
 
"What's happening?" A crimson glow consumed Ileana's breasts. The light then spread to her hips and between her legs. "Aaaaahhhhhhh. I'm burning." Her building orgasm forgotten, she stood up in a panic.
 
Carrying a woman was not familiar territory for Krishan. The closest shower was on the second floor, so he'd have to get her there in a hurry. "I know what to do, Ileana." He stood and lifted her in his arms, his dick still hard and swaying just beneath her. He placed his hand on her mouth when she screamed in agony. "Quiet now, you don't want to wake anyone." He then carried her out of the room and down the hall.
 
"Burning ..." Ileana voice was muffled by his hand.