Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Raju went to the stream and washed the dress and put the clothes against the neat stones. He also kept small stones on top to avoid them from flying away in the wind.

She then saw him come close to the tree and then he started walking with his eyes closed towards her. Anupama wanted to protest but realised that she had nowhere to run. Raju sat on the floor and asked Anupama to sit behind him so that he wouldn't look.

"Look, miss," He started, "What I'm going to tell you next... I just want you to listen with no interruptions. Once I'm finished, you can do what you want. I promise you that if you want, I'll give an excuse of going to Kasi for religious pilgrimage to Thakurji and I'll never come back if you agree to hear.





Also I'm going to tell secrets which are so powerful that I could be killed if they know I told you."

Anupama was totally flabbergasted. Was he just bluffing or was it that bad? Anyway, they had to be there for at least an hour. The least she could do was listen to it. She came and sat behind him so that their backs were almost touching.

Raju began his story:

"My real name is Raj Kumar after that the great actor but no one calls me that as it's not a good name for a servant. I lost both my parents by the age of 5 and was sent to my uncle's home. But he too was very poor. So he 'sold' me to be the servant of Thakur ji which was actually a blessing in disguise. They made me work hard but still treated me very well.

Then Balwant ji got married and bhabhiji looked after me like a real brother. Then Mahesh was born and I felt so happy. When I was 25, they found an orphan girl for me to marry. Life was so good,I was the servant while she was the cook. I loved her so much.

But then tragedy struck, my wife died of tuberculosis and then a few years later, bhabhiji died of cancer. Both of us were so attached to our wives that we didn't remarry. Balwant was just entering politics, so he hired a nanny to look after Mahesh while he kept himself busy.

Without a mother, Mahesh became more spoiled and Thakur was enabling him. He bought him a motorcycle at the age of 15 and he was showing off to the entire village. One day he had an accident and was hospitalized for a month. We didn't think it was anything serious at the time.

Then Mahesh enrolled in a very famous college in the city and with his money and looks, he was very popular among girls. But one day, he came crying all the way home. Apparently, he was having trouble in having sex.

Balwant ji took him to some of the best hospitals all over the country during the college holiday, but they said that the problem could be treated but not cured.

After college, Mahesh's friend pointed out that there are many granite deposits in our village. So they quietly used their money and clout to buy from clueless villagers and then started quarrying. The money from the granite was so much that Balwant ji gave their agricultural land to lease and started using the granite money to rise up in his political sphere.

Mahesh was constantly travelling to co-ordinate and finalize deals. As he started growing older, the question of marriage kept popping up and everyone wanted to give their daughter to him.

Balwant ji was in a fix. He didn't want his son's secret to come out. So he asked the broker to look out for a conservative girl from a poor family. He was happy to meet your sister as she was very beautiful and your father was a drunkard with a land case with his brothers. So he fabricated a story that Mahesh saw your sister when he came to your village and got smitten by her."




A tear rolled away from Anupama's eye. All her relatives were jealous of how they got such in-laws. Keerthi used to get so many love letters during her school years and she always wanted to maintain her family honor. It was her beauty which actually turned out to be a curse.

Raju continued:

"After marriage, Balwant ji fired the cook because he didn't want a woman for Keerthi to talk to about it and the secret to get out. Mahesh tried all sorts of medications but he could only keep himself hard for just a few minutes maximum before his body gave way. Also sex should be spontaneous, not a mechanical thing.

Your sister tried to be as supportive as possible but it only frustrated Mahesh as he couldn't bear the fact that he had a beautiful wife but couldn't enjoy her as he wanted.

After two months, he gave up and then started concentrating on the granite business which gave him an excuse to be away for days, or even weeks, from home. Balwant ji used his influence to win your father's land case in his favor and also promised to pay for your college tuition. Keerthi knew it was all a bribe to keep her quiet. But she was ready to suffer for her family and a bright future for her sister.

After a year, Balwant ji told your sister that he needs an heir and he had arranged for a fertility clinic to take care of that. Your sister went and started getting treatment for the same. At first, they only gave her a few tablets to 'make her ready' before they could implant a baby.

One day while I was helping Keerthi cut the vegetables in the kitchen, she slipped and was about to fall. I immediately caught her by the hip. She regained her balance, but then she slapped me shouting,

"How dare you touch me like that?"

I was totally shocked. I never looked at Keerthi in that way and never thought to use her predicament to seduce her In fact, I used to call her beti at times. I quietly left the kitchen.




Half an hour later, she came to me sobbing with apologies. In her mind, the hormonal tablets intended to make her more fertile were actually making her more and more horny. Even my hand on her hip got Keerthi aroused and the slap was to stop things getting into a bad way. She felt ashamed with her needs.

I had no choice than to accept her apology as I know how it feels to be horny but not able to do anything. After my wife died, I used to go and watch porn movies in the theatre but never felt like visiting a prostitute in the national highway near dhabas. I didn't want to cheat on my wife despite her being dead.

A couple of days later, we had forgotten about that incident and started behaving as before. One afternoon she said that her back was hurting so she needed a massage. I didn't know how to deny it without appearing bad, so I reluctantly agreed.

She lay on her stomach and lifted up her kameez. I poured some oil on her back and started massaging her. As I kept massaging, she wanted to go higher and higher. I kept lifting her kameez until I came across her bra strap. I didn't want to go any higher.

She asked what the problem was and I said it was the strap. She coolly told me to unhook it and continue massaging.

With shaking hands, I slowly unhooked her bra and started massaging. I kept making circular movements and the edges of my fingers were touching her breasts. She was moaning appreciatively. I thought it needed to stop before I end up doing something bad and removed my hands.




She said, "Why don't you massage my chest?" And suddenly turned up. Her bra wasn't doing a good job to cover her breasts and I could see most of them. My adrenaline kicked in and I immediately ran away. I could hear her laughing while I bolted out of the door.

Next day after Balwant ji left, she called me from the bathroom. She was wearing the petticoat over her chest as you are wearing now. She said she forgot to switch on the geyser and wanted me to bring the hot water from the solar heater in Thakur's room.

I brought a bucket of hot water and she was already seated in the bathroom. She asked me to apply soap and clean her back as she was getting itchy.

I didn't know how to apply with the petticoat, so she removed it and was completely nude but I was only able to see her back. I started applying on her back and I could see glimpses of her breasts. She then stood up and turned towards me. I was so aroused looking at her naked body. She was like an angel.




Wordlessly I started applying soap on her breasts. I was making circular motions to rub on them. She was getting aroused too. She saw my erect penis making a tent in my lungi and put her hand inside it. I too followed it by rubbing her hairy pussy.

We were doing this and suddenly a vase fell down in the kitchen because of a stray cat and we came back to our senses. I ran away yet again and went into the field. I knew things were getting out of hand. I couldn't betray the family that gave me shelter and my wife even though she was now dead. I understood that your sister was sexually starved but my morals were more important than that.

After an hour, I went back home and went to her bedroom. She was wearing a nightie and crying next to the window. I know she too felt embarrassed at what happened. I went near her to talk.

Suddenly, I found myself hugging and kissing her like in English movies. I pushed her against the window. I put my hands on her buttocks and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs on my thighs. I didn't know what I was doing, my mind wanted to talk but my body was doing something else.

My hands lifted up her nightie until it was bunched up on her waist. I pulled her panties so hard that they got ripped from her body. Although I'm usually a gentle lover, the animal inside wanted raw action. I pulled my lungi down and didn't even care about the foreplay and plunged my cock inside her.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Keerthi shrieked in pain, "Raju, you are so big, I can't tolerate the pain, take it out. I'm begging you."





But the problem is that once a pole goes in a hole, it won't come out until he came out. I kept pounding her mercilessly. Keerthi held the grills of the windows in her hand to balance herself as she was sandwiched between me and the wall.

After a while, her painful grunts turned into passionate moaning. Her insides finally got adjusted to my cock size. Her moans were encouraging me to pound her harder. Her entire face was becoming redder and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.