Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Really?" Sneha's blush deepened. "No one's said that to me in a long time." Her pupils dilated as she watched Krishan stroke himself. "Well, okay. Only so that we can go home." She scooted to the edge of the bed and sat with her feet on the floor facing Krishan. Sneha let the blanket fall open and tentatively spread her legs. "You actually are very handsome, Krishan." She reached down and lightly touched her vaginal lips, sliding her fingers up and down. "For a student, I mean."





"Thanks, Mam." Krishan gazed at her. Her boobs hung on her chest with faint stretch marks at the top, and she had large, dark areolas nipples. Her belly was mostly flat. She'd obviously lost weight since they'd arrived. She had a pretty good bush between her legs. "Maybe put a finger in, okay?"


"Okay." She gave him a shy nod, and inserted her left index finger. "Oh, my." Has she ever been turned on? What had her kidnappers done to her? "If we both ... climax ... will they let us go?"


"Maybe." Krishan watched Sneha as she got into it. Her eyes lazily half-closed, and her breathing became shallow. The pair fapped and watched each other for a long time.


"Krishan ... it's going to ... happen." Sneha pistoned herself quickly with her left hand, and rubbed her clit with her right. "Are you ... close ... too?" Her voice squeaked. Sweat trickled down between her wobbling breasts.


"Yeah ... let's do it at ... the same time."


"You'll have to ... hurry ... Krishan." Sneha's hands were a blur on her vagina. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." She wanted to close her eyes and let the orgasm carry her away, but she couldn't miss Krishan's climax. So, she watched him through heavy lids as he grunted out his completion. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, Krishnaaaaaa," she squealed. The sperm exploding from his manly penis was such a force of nature. His soft, naughty grunts that had at first so unnerved her, now enflamed deep cravings.





The two of them watched each other from across the room as they recovered from their climaxes. Eventually, Krishan got up and started another standing bath to clean himself off.


"Do you think it worked?" Sneha realized she was still sitting with her legs wide open and closed them. She covered herself with her blanket again.


"I guess we'll have to wait and see."


But they weren't whisked from the cabin. They woke the next day and went about their daily activities. Only, this time, when it was time for a bath, they tried masturbating in front of each other again first. After that, they added mutual masturbation to their daily routine. Still the snow surrounded the house. The food packages arrived every night. And they were no closer to going home.


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A week passed. Late in the day, Krishan and Sneha masturbated in front of each other as they had done many times recently. This time, Sneha sat on the window seat, and Krishan rested at the edge of the bed.


"I ... have an idea ...." Krishan stood and walked across the room, jacking his dick the whole way. He sat next to Sneha and she cringed when their knees came in contact.


"Not so ... close, Krishan." Despite her discomfort, Sneha continued frigging her vagina.


"I think we need ... to go a little further." Krishan had become comfortable with the once fearsome woman. Especially over the last several days as he got to enjoy the tormented look on her face she made every time she had an orgasm. He took her right hand away from her clit and placed it on the head of his dick. She still had two fingers from her left hand in her pussy. He then reached down with his left hand and massaged her little button with tight circles. "The people that wrote the note want us ... to go farther," he whispered in her ear.


"Oooooohhhhhhhhh." Sneha shuddered. No one had ever touched her with such skill. Not her husband, not her high school boyfriend. Somehow, one of her students, was a master at working a vagina. Her eyes blinked spasmodically, her shoulders trembled, and very unladylike noises came out of her throat. Sneha climaxed at the young man's touch. Her hand gripped his manhood tightly as she moved through her ecstasy, and then automatically stroked it when she was on the other side.





"We need to give each other dark delights, right?" Krishan moved his wet hand from her pussy up to her boob. He rolled her fat nipple between his fingers and enjoyed the little squeal that elicited from her. His hand left her boob and moved behind her neck, his fingers reaching into her brown hair. He tried to imagine Nayanthara cheering him on. This is what she'd want. He put slight pressure on the back of Sneha's head and pushed her slowly down.


"I can't." Sneha looked over at him with pleading eyes. The expression on the boy's face seemed conflicted about that moment, but the hand on the back of her head was confident enough. Her face inched closer and closer to his penis. Her left hand abandoned her vagina and moved over to join her right hand on that incredibly thick pole. "I can't. My husband ... mmmmmmppppppphhhhhhhhh." And then the head of that penis stretched past her lips and into her mouth. Suddenly, she was breathing through her nose and bobbing her head on that monster. Sneha had spent years getting the upper hand on her unruly students, outmaneuvEring them with faith and persuasion. But now, one of her students had completely undermined her authority and her marriage, making her feel like a teenage girl again. She gave Krishan the most sloppy and greedy blowjob she'd ever given, loving the power contained in his penis and the pressure of his hand on the back of her head.





"I'm gonna ... cum ... down your throat ...." Krishan trembled. "Ugh ... ugh ... uuuuuggghhhhhhhh." He flooded her mouth with cum.


"Ggggggggpppphhhhh." Sneha was astounded by the amount of spunk the boy had. She gagged and lifted off him, only to feel blasts of pressure hit her face as he sprayed his sperm. Oh, what would poor Ray think of her now? She was surprised by how much she liked the taste of the hot, salty mess even as she spit it out of her mouth. That musky, tropical scent that Sneha was used to smelling from across the room now enveloped her. In a fog, she leaned back. But then Krishan's hands were on her again, grasping her, kneading her. The desire he expressed through his fingers made her quiver.


"That was really ... great." Krishan took the crumpled blanket from the window seat and threw it on the floor in front of the fire. "This will be better." He moved over to the blanket and pulled the dazed woman with him. He put his back on the floor, pulled her on top of him with her pussy above his face and her head above his dick. Krishan reached up and grabbed her shapely ass with both hands and brought her pussy down to his lips. He could tell from her surprised screams that no one had properly eaten her pussy before.



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Sneha gave more blowjobs during the next week than she'd given in her twenty years of marriage. She spit at first, but within a couple days, she swallowed his loads. A day or two after that, she learned to take him almost halfway down her throat. She was blowing him three times a day by the end of the week. And he went down on her countless times. She had no frame of reference for that time of debauchery. How had they ever been bored in that cabin? It now seemed there weren't enough hours in the day to do chores and pleasure each other.


It wasn't a surprise to Sneha when one day after Krishan had gone down on her, he tried to put it in. After that first blowjob, she'd known it was inevitable. Her will to resist had withered and atrophied with each succeeding orgasm.