Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

#Namitha

My boss tells me that I have to go around to a private address and help the woman there with her laptop, as she's having some problems.


The lady is a friend of the Chairman of the company I work for and told he'd personally asked for help to it's very important I do a good job and leave a good impression.

I get to the house, it's a big posh house. The woman who opened the door was a very attractive lady in her late 30's, perhaps nearly twenty years older than myself. She was wearing a leopard print wrap dress that clung to her chubby Hourglass figure. I did notice the rather eye-catching cleavage with a serpent style gold choker necklace dangling into it, also a pair of black shiny high heels. She must have been about 6', a couple of inches taller than me.



"Ah, you the man who's come to fix my computer?' she said in a soft voice with a welcoming smile. "I'm Namitha. Come on, follow me. I do hope you'll be able to help".

With that, she turned on her heels and was off, "Shut the door behind you."

As I followed her through the house I could help but notice the wiggle in her walk. Also how good her legs looked. She was talking to me but I wasn't listening, I was already mesmerised by this very sexy woman.

We ended up in a room at the back of the house, it had a large glass wall that overlooked the garden. Although a large room the decor was simple, two walls were white. At the far end of the room, the third wall was painted a deep mauve colour, in front of it was an old-style red leather sofa, over it dangled a lamp, held on place by a sturdy looking arched lampstand, perhaps somewhat over-engineered for it's purpose. Directly opposite the sofa, near the doorway we stood in was a rather elegant glass-topped desk. No cables ran to the desk, only an Apple laptop sat open on top. A leather red office chair that matched the sofa was sat behind it.

Namitha walked over to the chair, pulled it away from the desk, "Please, sit! This is the damn thing I'm having a problem with."

As I sat, Namitha quickly tapped in her password, her nails we painted a bright red, clearly well-manicured. I also noticed a gold ring, encrusted with diamonds that matched her necklace.

Namitha explained the problem was with playing video, the laptop was new and just wasn't doing the same thing as her last one. I was told there was a video on the desktop I could try, she just wanted it to play smoothly. Namitha asked if I wanted a drink, so I requested water. No problem she said, she just had a few quick calls to make then she'd bring me the water.



The problem didn't take long to find, the laptop didn't have the right software to play the video format. It was easily solved by downloading the right software, the video on the desktop played perfectly.

I wanted to do a good job so decided to check if there were any other video formats on the computer and ensure they played. A quick search turned up a folder with several videos. The file format was different, I was sure they'd play but I knew it was best to check at least one.

I could hear Namitha on the phone in another room, so I decided to wait a minute or two in case she got off the phone and I could ask if she wanted me to test one of those files. I gave it a few minutes but started to grow impatient, I could still hear Namitha, sounded like she was talking about holidays with a friend so god knows how long she would be.

I decided it would be ok, I clicked the file open. The video sprang open and began to play, my eyes opened a little wider! The video certainly played.

The video showed a close up of what I can only describe as a fully erect big black cock. A side-on view from the waist, down to the top of the man's thighs but the frame was filled with his cock. It looked thick, at least eight inches in length at a guess, maybe more. I continued to watch, there must be more to it, the time bar showed it was twenty minutes in length.

A woman's hand appeared in the frame, reaching around from behind the man. Her nails were bright red and well-manicured, I immediately wondered if it was Namitha's hand. The colour was very similar if not the same as to what she was wearing today. The woman's fingers slide around the thick shaft, not long enough to fully grip its circumference.

I started to feel nervous, intrigued, I could feel myself getting aroused. The nerves kicked in and I clicked the file closed.

My cock was fully hard, straining against the zip of my jeans. I could almost hear my heart as it pounded, it's speed quickening. I felt such a need to see how the video played out.

I could still hear Namitha on the phone, quieter now, she must have moved further away. It would be a big risk but the craving was too strong I had to watch more of the video!

I muted the volume on the laptop then clicked the video open. It asked if I wanted to resume watching, I clicked yes.

The woman's hand released it's grip on the hard cock. She slowed moved her hand to his balls and then proceeded to drag the tips of her fingernails up the underside of the shaft. The cock occasionally twitched as she did so. I watched intently as this action was repeated 4 times, each time it was done in a slow and deliberate manner.

Her hand gripped the cock around the middle of the shaft again, holding it tight. In the background, I saw her body move into the frame. It didn't reveal who the woman was, only that she was fully clothed.

It looked as if she was bending forward, then spittle dribbled onto the head of the man's cock. Quickly followed by a finger from the woman's other hand rubbing it all over the large bulbous head. She then used that hand to cup and massage the head. It's at this point the ring came it to view, very distinctive, the same ring I'd seen on Namitha's finger. It must be her!!



I found my hand reaching down to my crotch, rubbing my erection through my jeans. I was so hard. I slid down the zip and eased my fingers in, now caressing my cock through the thin material of my boxers, albeit restricted by the zip opening.

The woman had released her grip on the cock, she now stood square on to him. The woman then started to squat, Namitha's face came into full view. Her eyes level with the head, taking a close look, almost as if as she was inspecting it for quality. I saw her lips move but with the sound muted I could tell what she said.

Using the flat of her hand she pushed the head up against the man's waist, it reached above his belly button! Namitha's head moved forward, her tongue reaching out and caressing his balls. Slowly she started to move her tongue up the length of his massive cock just as she'd previously done with her fingers. Flicking the head with expect precision as she reached the top.

By now I was totally focused on the laptop screen, in a world of my own. I'm not sure I was even conscious to the fact I'd unbuttoned the waist of my jeans, freed my cock and started to wank. Oblivious to anything around me.



It was the tap on the shoulder and the words, "Tut, tut! Who's been a very naughty boy?"

That brought me back into the room. I certainly recognised Namitha's soft voice and it's firm tones.

I acted instinctively, slamming the laptop shut and trying to fumble my hard cock back inside my trousers.