Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Thanks." Krishan picked it up and started washing the blanket and his clothes, his dick sometimes getting in the way as he worked. When he finished, he took the bowl and went naked out the door to retrieve more snow. He returned, shivering, to his spot by the fire. "Now it's your turn."


"No way." Sneha shook her head and crossed her arms.


"Fine, but you'll need a bath eventually." Krishan went over to the bed, and sat down. He grabbed his dick with both hands and pumped it slowly.


"What are you doing?" Panic crept into Sneha's voice.


"The way you're looking at me got me all worked up." Krishan gazed over at her in her dirty skirt suit. She was a pretty woman, just a little plump. "I can't keep fapping just once a day. And it looks like we're stuck here. I don't mean to be too forward, or anything, but I gotta do what I gotta do." He thought Nayanthara would be proud.


"Stop that." Sneha tried to look away, but found that she couldn't take her eyes off the masturbating teen. She couldn't believe how far up and down his hands had to travel. Heck, there wasn't even room for two hands on her husband's penis. "I'm your principal, and I'm telling you to knock that off."





"I ... really ... am sorry." Krishan sped up his pace, his eyes traveling all over Sneha's clothed body. "I can't."


The only noises in the little cabin were the crackle of the fireplace, the fapping sound of Krishan's hands on his dick, and his soft grunts. It was like that for a long time.


"So ... good ... uh ... uh ... I'm cumming." Krishan felt the familiar surge of pleasure as his balls churned.


"Oh, goodness." Sneha could see his massive testicles pulse as they released their semen. It erupted from his penis and flew up into the air, coming back down on Krishan and her bed. "There's so much," Sneha whispered under her breath. It dawned on her that she was uncomfortably wet between the legs. When was the last time she'd watched a man masturbate? Maybe her honeymoon, and that was nothing like this. Like comparing a Toyota to a Ferrari. By the time he finished pumping, Krishan's chest, stomach, and thighs were covered in sperm. She could smell it from across the room, an earthy, overripe scent, like some sort of undiscovered tropical fruit. The smell enthralled her. Sneha turned away and looked out the window.


"Great ... now I have to clean ... your blankets, too." Krishan slowly stood, breathing hard. "And myself." He went back to the melting snow in his bowl and set about cleaning himself off. As he did, he caught Sneha stealing clandestine glances of his softening dick. Well, it was a start.


~~


Over the next several days, Krishan went about cooking, cleaning, and tending to the fire. He also decided that given Sneha's reaction to his dick, he could fap whenever he wanted to. He took breaks from his chores several times a day to unload. Sneha would often protest, and tell him to stop. But she always watched him with that horrified, hungry look in her eyes.


Eventually, her own stench grew too strong. She relented and gave herself a snow bath next to the fire. She made Krishan promise to turn around the whole time. Krishan agreed, and looked out the window. It was late in the day, and the fire cast enough light on Sneha for a faint reflection on the glass. He could see that she had a slightly plump figure, with wide hips, a large, ass, ample boobs, and a little roundness to her belly. Krishan thought she looked absolutely beautiful.





When she was done with her standing bath, she cleaned her clothes thoroughly, hung them to dry, and wrapped herself in a blanket. As soon as her clothes dried, she redressed in that same gray suit, and went back to sitting silently while Danny took care of their needs.


From then on, they both bathed every day.


~~


"I'm beginning to think no one is coming for us." Sneha sat at the window seat and gazed over the valley below. "Maybe when spring gets here, we can hike out." She turned and looked with suspicion at her discarded heels tossed in the far corner of the cabin.


"About that." Krishan got up and moved over to one of the drawers in the kitchen area. This was the first time she'd expressed her doubts about rescue. Krishan had been waiting for this. "Whoever has been dropping off our packages, left this note a few days ago." He retrieved the tattered piece of paper from the drawer and walked back toward Sneha. The note was written in charcoal on torn, brown paper. He handed the paper to Sneha.


"You cannot leave," Sneha read aloud. "Until you give and take dark delight. One from the other." She looked up at Krishan with wide eyes.


"Well, what do you think it means?" Krishan knew exactly what it meant.


"Come, sit next to me, Krishan." With trembling hands, Sneha put down the paper and patted the seat cushion next to her. "Are you part of this? Is this some horrible, teenage prank?"


"We've been here for weeks." Krishan tried not to lie. "Would I do something like that? I mean, I've been washing with snow and cooking in a fireplace ... for weeks. I miss my Mom."


"I'm sorry. You're right." Sneha bit her bottom lip. "It's just ... with your size down there ... your need to relieve yourself all the time ... and now this note ... and what Tarun said about you ... it's all very strange."





"I didn't plan any of this."


"I believe you, dear." Sneha patted his thigh and sighed. "I wonder if my sweet Ray thinks I'm dead." She sighed again and looked back out the window, thinking of her husband.


"So, what do we do about the note?" Krishan watched her chest rise and fall. He noticed that her suit was looser on her than when they'd first arrived.


"Nothing." Sneha still had her hand resting on Krishan's thigh. She moved her fingers and felt the rough material of his jeans. "They mean for us to sin, Krishan. And we won't give them the satisfaction."


"Oh." Krishan warmed to the feeling of her hand on him. It had been so long since he'd been touched by a woman. "Well, we'll leave in spring then."


"Right." Sneha nodded her head. It was the only sensible notion.


~~


Weeks turned into months, and the pair lived their secluded life in the cabin. Spring never came. Snowfalls came and went, but the thaw didn't arrive. Sneha gave up on some of her modesty, hanging her skirt and jacket by the door to be used only when she ventured into the cold. She let her blouse hang down over her butt, so at least the young man couldn't see too much of what her tights revealed.


Sneha began helping more around the cabin. She would occasionally brave the snow and go out and bring in firewood from the stack near the front door. She cooked sometimes, but it was so easy to burn food near the fire. And she had to admit, Krishan was a better cook than her.


When Krishan masturbated, she no longer protested. He was a boy with needs, and secretly Sneha savored every chance she got to witness his size and youthful virility. She felt young again just watching him. And at night, when she listened to him grunt as he pulled on his long shaft, she'd often let her hand fall under her tights and panties, massaging her clit as quietly as possible. Sneha struggled mightily to think of her husband as she touched herself, but she was having a hard time remembering what his penis looked like. She'd seen Krishan masturbate so many times that his giant penis was now etched into her brain.





~~


"I was thinking." Krishan stood by the fire, giving himself his daily snow bath. His lean, naked form juxtaposed by his long, hard dick jutting out before him. "I don't think we'll get out of here until we do what that note says. Maybe ..." He thought his words over carefully. "If we watched each other fap, that would be a sort of give and take of dark delight. And then we could go. You've already seen me do it a million times. You just have to return the favor."


"But I can't let you see me naked. And ..." Sneha had just taken her bath and washed her clothes. She sat wrapped in her blanket on the bed while her clothes dried, watching Krishan's teenage body closely. She blushed at the thought of touching herself in front of him. "I haven't even done that in front of Ray."


"You do want to see your husband, right?" Krishan finished scrubbing, and turned to put the heat of the fire on his chilly back. "I sure want to see my family. At this point, it's clear we're never leaving until we do what that note says. Dark delight."





"I couldn't." Sneha looked at him askance. Her wet, brown hair hung limp on her shoulders. "You wouldn't even want to see me naked."


"Yeah, I would." Krishan stepped over to the window seat and sat down facing her across the small room. He grabbed his dick and pumped slowly. "I think you're beautiful."