Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

It was my last year in our old neighborhood. I loved to walk back and forth to school which was a mile from our house. Each day I went by a preschool which was halfway between our house and school.

On one of those days, I came upon a couple of kids teasing and tormenting a kid girl outside the preschool. I broke it up and continued to walk home. I noticed the girl they harassed followed me for a few blocks before I lost sight of her.

Days after this incident the same girl would be waiting by the school for me to pass and then follow me. I didn't think anything of it as she was probably using me to stop the kids from picking on her. After a couple of weeks of this routine, I noticed she went up a walkway to a large house with large bushes on both sides. One day when I walked by I spotted a woman inside the entrance of the hidden walkway. As I passed, she quietly whispered, "Excuse me, Sir. Could I talk to you?"



I stopped, not sure if she was going to accuse me of trying to lure this girl or what. I uneasily responded, "Um, sure. Anything wrong?"

"Please follow me and I'll explain," she said as she went up to the house and waited for me and the girl to enter. After we were in, she removed the covering on her head, revealing her beautiful face. She told her daughter to sit at the table with me. She had a nice accent, unlike what I expected from her attire.

She introduced herself as Aditi and her daughter as Comlai as she went to the kitchen and brought out a plate of warm cookies and two glasses of milk. She set them down in front of us and sat opposite us at the table.

Comlai picked up a cookie and devoured it. Aditi smiled and told me she was grateful for me protecting her daughter. When Comlai finished Aditi told her to go to her room and play.

When I began to eat the delicious cookie I felt a bump on my leg. Looking down I eyed a beautiful, short-haired, black cat walking around my legs. I picked her up and she immediately curled in my lap, purring while I petted her. I loved cats and knew where to scratch her neck and head to give her the attention she wanted.

I asked, "And who is this cute girl? I really love cats. Her fur is really sleek."

Aditi smiled wide and said, "Her name is Dinah. She likes a lot of attention. My husband hates cats."

That was the first indication she wasn't on board with her marriage. She kept a cat her husband hated and the cat's name was of Jewish origin. That couldn't have set well with her  husband.



Unwilling to further explain the details concerning her cat, she informed me she wanted to thank me earlier but her husband was home and she couldn't talk to another man with him present. He was doing business in the middle east now. She seized the opportunity to thank me.

She was had married her wealthy husband at 22 when she was pregnant with Comlai. She admitted she was naive and easily influenced with the prestige and money afforded to her. Even though their love was brief, she remained with him honoring her obligation. She wasn't religious but she made an effort to observe some of the rules to satisfy her husband.

We talked for over an hour getting acquainted with each other. Marrying young to a rich Middle Eastern businessman had its advantages as she was able to attend private colleges. I found her to be intelligent and educated as we discussed our lives. She inquired about my studies and we talked at length. She was witty and injected humor into our conversation resulting in us laughing through much of the talk. Sex didn't enter my mind as I connected with this highly educated and charming young lady.

For the next six months, we met dozens of times on my walks home when her husband was out of town. We spent hours together giggling and talking while I pampered Dinah with my affection. I enjoyed the time with Aditi, feeling at ease with her pleasant demeanor. I looked forward to walking home in the hope that she'd be waiting for me. Her daughter still kept her distance following me home each day.

Concerned that Comlai might mention my visits to her father, I asked Aditi whether there would be a problem if her daughter disclosed my visits. She told me her husband never wanted a daughter and as a consequence didn't talk or listen to her. She isolated Comlai from him as much as possible and they became experts at keeping secrets.



She never uncovered more than the fabric on her head. I wasn't able to see her beautiful body concealed beneath. We became best friends, probably the strangest and most secret friendship in town. That was the hardest part when Mom mentioned to me we were going to move after graduation.

Aditi and I decided we wouldn't keep in touch through email or letters in the chance she might get caught. We both fought back tears on our final visit as we knew we wouldn't see each other again. I didn't tell Mom about Aditi even when she questioned me why I was depressed for the first few months after we relocated.

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Aditi brought me back from my memories bringing me up to date with her life. Her husband divorced her six months ago, desiring a younger wife and one that could provide him with a son. He left Aditi with the house, a large sum of money and Comlai before he moved back to the Middle-East.

She was more than happy with the arrangement. She wanted another child and wanted the father to be intelligent and sensitive. She loved our talks together and wanted her child to inherit my traits. When she heard the details of our business through her wealthy friends, she seized the opportunity to conceive a baby with me.



She thought she would be content once the first session was finished. She was hesitant to reconnect with me for the sole purpose to get pregnant. That's why she concealed herself through our first coupling. After our initial rendezvous, she wanted to meld the lust we shared during our sexual liaison with the emotional relationship we shared in the past. She decided to reveal herself this time and I couldn't have been happier.

We talked for over an hour as we connected again. We explored each other if we hadn't felt a nude body before. Thinking I was probably influenced by her beauty, I didn't tell her I was in love with her, maybe hadn't fallen out of love from our time together before. Better take it slow I thought, chuckling to myself, thinking the definition of a slow courtship probably didn't mean madly fucking and then dating afterward.



I rolled on top of her and we kissed like lovers. Our tongues explored our connected open mouths as we fought to press our bodies together as one. I was hard again and wanted to make love to this woman. We locked eyes as I guided my stiff prick into her wet, receptive hole.

I caressed her full breasts as I sunk my cock to the depths of her hungry cunt. We fucked as lovers caressing each other as we enjoyed the stimulation of my cock smoothly gliding in and out of her pussy. We kissed and hugged each other, enjoying the contact of our hot sweaty bodies. Her body melted into mine as I attempted to satisfy her sex-starved cunt.

Increasing the pace of our fuck, I furiously stroked in and out of her tight snatch. We mashed our mouths together as our sexual liaison intensified.



Barely able to talk, I gushed, "You are so hot and sexy. I loved our time together in the past and now we're joined completely. I'm not letting you go again." I again locked my mouth to hers as we neared a mutual orgasm.

As my prick expanded with hot blood signaling my impending orgasm, she released my mouth to huskily shriek, "Fuck me hard! Fuck me like I'm your mom! Fill my pussy as you do with your mother's."

Images of Mom and I fucking flashed through my mind as blood poured into my expanding shaft. My balls contracted as they shot out the reservoir of hot sperm generated in the last hour. Her body shivered and shook as we enjoyed our synchronized orgasms.

Drained from our intense love-making session, I left my prick soaking in her drenched cunt enjoying the moment of post-coital bliss. I broke the silence by softly asking, "You know? About my mother?"

"Of course I know. With a mother as beautiful and sexy as yours and with you as a son, it was inevitable. She is so hot I wouldn't mind spending some intimate time with her. And if you were my son I would have fucked you long ago. She is a lucky mother to have a hunky, horny son."

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I was still embedded in her soaked pussy as I listened to her. I slowly pulled out as I softened, kissing her as we parted. I looked at the clock and realized we had been together far too long. Tamanna was coming over in half an hour. Regrettably, I was going to have to end our session.

I told her we needed to continue this later because my aunt was visiting. Feeling more like a lover than a client, I told her I was going to tell Mom to reimburse her. She quickly told me under no circumstances would I tell Mom to do that. She was going to repeat our sessions until my college was completely paid for.

We talked several more minutes, then I stood up to leave. Looking down at her beautiful sexy body with my cum drooling out of her pussy an idea formed. I asked, "Did you really mean it when you said you would want to be with my mom?"

"Oh yea, she is so sexy. I would love to explore her body," she lustfully stammered.





I lifted her knees up and spread her legs wide so when Mom entered the room she'd see Aditi's black, hairy pussy drooling out ropes of white semen. "Stay like this, I have a feeling you're in for a treat," I said as I felt my cock stir, admiring the sexy display.