Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Samar Singh jumped when she tapped him there, groaning loudly as he realized this woman had long experience in it. God knows what all she had been doing in the royal quarters. But she had in a few minutes zeroed in on the exact strokes he masturbated himself with.


"So fuck in," she mumbled as she slid her fist down the cock down to the coarse forest of pubic hair, "and pull out" she said as she loving caressed the cock sliding her fist up, pulling at the foreskin. Streaks of viscous precum ran from cock to fist as she completed the stroke with a flourish. She carefully caught the slop in her fist; it would be useful in increasing the speed and finishing this important and infinitely pleasurable job. What a pity. She should have thought of all this before. There would have been no need for a hurried encounter on the floor of a camp tent, fraught with the danger of discovery.



"Fuck in," she slammed her fist down. Samar Singh gasped at the sudden vigor and his hand involuntarily grabbed her arm.

"Pull out," she squeezed his cock as she milked it. "In. Out. In. Out. In. out!" her eyes were transfixed on the sight of his deeply colored cock and the surging of its head as she said 'in'. That bulbous monster belonged inside her, she thought to herself obscenely as she fisted the cock with a vigorous series of strokes. She barely noticed Samar Singh grab her breast through the silk blouse. His thumb desperately sought out the nipple so he could know the lay of the land. 



"Ah! Yes. Unh. Haaah!" he howled with each thrust, eyes fixed on the luxuriously long fingers, the royal fist and his wildly responsive animal of a cock.

Ramya Krishna  was lost in the world of milking this young man's cock. For a few moments the lesson being taught was forgotten. Saliva dripped from her mouth onto the mess below where fist and cock were sliding in and out. When his invading thumb unfurled her nipple, she shuddered.

"Wait, Samar," she gasped. "Look here!" she pleaded. Gratefully, his hand claimed the breast, kneading and stroking, since the Ramya Krishna did not stop him.

"When you are deep in her, do you see how your cockhead swells?" she asked. Her eyes were transfixed. She was in a trance as she fucked him with her fist.

Samar nodded moaning in ecstasy.

"Your skin is pulled back, the head is swollen; if you spurt when your cock is like this at its depth inside her, the job will be done. So tell me, are you sufficiently aroused to cum?" she asked.



In reply he gripped her wrist and moved her hand at a fast pace, rapidly. Ramya Krishna rested her other hand on the ground for support. His cock was dangerously near her face. Her hair fell forward. She swept it back quickly for she needed him to see the spurt and learn the lesson well.

"Now!" he blabbered, as he felt his orgasm coming up.

Ramya Krishna noted that the speed and vigor of the fisting meant Anushka would have to be fucked with the same energy if the encounter was to be short yet effective. She found herself wondering if Anushka had ever been pounded so well and effectively. And if not, then would she not be like a lioness tasting blood? Would she not, in fact, feel the same way that Ramya Krishna was feeling right now, that Samar Singh was to be enjoyed in toto?

"Keep your eyes here!," she ordered him. 

Samar Singh's body convulsed. 

"This is when you must fuck extra hard, not slow down," her fist moved up and down in rapid strokes.



"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" wailed Samar Singh. When he masturbated this was when he slowed down to prolong the pleasure. But the Ramya Krishna expertly ran her thumb over the zone between strokes.

He squeezed his buttocks as he felt his entire being summoned to the experience.

"Cum for me, my laadla," crooned the Ramya Krishna, at her sluttish worst and recalling the familiarity of his growing years at the same time. (Laadla: an endearment for a beloved son.)

"Here!" she exclaimed in victory. "Note how my fist is down at your every convulsion!"

Just as she said this both she and Samar Singh lost momentary control and a few random jerks ensued. He gripped her and pulled her to himself. His face was buried in her boobs and his hips thrust into her hard. But the Ramya Krishna took the situation back.

"Now," she exhorted him. Her fingers read the pulsating pillar in her grip.

"Watch," she ordered him as she fisted him down expecting a shot from his cock which she sensed was ready to explode. The cock was tremulous; the seed seemed to pause. She quickly slid up and back down. "Fuck like that to make it burst; don't allow it to recede," she said quickly, using the opportunity to make a point.



She fisted down and watched, hoping this was it. Samar Singh released his buttocks and his entire cock seemed to melt in that instance. Fluids held back seemed to gather and flow through.

"Take what now is Anushka's!" hollered the subjugated soldier as he let go.

The spurt was huge and caught Ramya Krishna unawares. It splattered on her neck. The fact that her fist was at the base of his cock and the cock was unsheathed so that, like a slingshot it released its load with force; the shot hit her with a splatter.

"That! That!," gasped the sexual virtuoso of a woman. But she could not complete the intended sentence. The flailing and thrusting was rapid. The scene had moved on.

Her fist rose. "You must pull back so that the next shot is as vigorous," she explained and rammed her fist back in time for the next spurt. This was more copious and less forceful. 

"Now, one more!" goaded the Ramya Krishna. The spurt became more heavy as the force dwindled.

"Now, a trick," she smiled, thinking of who, when and how she had learned of this one. "If you want to build up this melting spew into one last shot, clench your buttocks. Clench!" she said forcefully, bringing him to reality from the stupor of orgasmic delight.

"Now, rapid jabs in and out to raise the stimulation," she fisted the head alone. "Nod to me when you feel that you are ready to burst but for the clenching," she looked intently at his face. She noticed he was sweating. She realized that she too was sweating. And that first gob that had hit her on her throat was now racing down. The slopes of her bosom made sure the stream of cum ran down her cleavage. It soaked the silk bodice within.

He nodded. "Now! Maaaaaaaaaaa!" he screamed. 

She ran her fist down fully, completely, unsheathing the wonderfully stimulated, conquered, tortured, milked cock. Samar Singh sucked in his stomach, his loins shuddered and he spurted a shot comparable with the very first one. It did not have as much volume as that first; it tried to reach out for the rose-tinted and flushed neck of the Ramya Krishna and fell back to the amalgam of fist and cock below.

Samar Singh twisted and turned. The head of his cock was now extra sensitive. The pleasure was unbearable. The breast in his hand was massaged and twisted and pummeled. Soon enough he buried his head in it and bit at the nipple. 

Her own cunt was a soppy mess and she didn't need this mouthing of her nipple. It was going to be a long night for her as these fires ignited in her would need putting out. She would have stopped him but her hand was soaked and coated in this cum. She looked at the milky white mess and its abundance. The pressure was now gone. The cock now spewed in helpless weak dribbles. But it seemed never ending. 



"Good," thought the Ramya Krishna, "this surfeit of semen will help." She would make her daughter-in-law stay lying back, knees pulled up so that all this goodness would find its way seeping into the womb. 

"The temptation to maximize pleasure is great. But the time for that is not when you are spurting in her womb. I need those full-blooded shots into her womb. Your reward in pleasure is now," she said. Her fingers closing around the head of the cock and squeezing the rapidly receding bulb in and out. Samar Singh spasmed and shuddered, luxuriating in the sheer pleasure that the Rajamata was bestowing on him. He sobbed into her breast, milking her through the flimsy, now-wet silk, as she milked him.

As the heat of the moment receded, sanity began to make a comeback.

"This pleasure is for you only today," confessed a more sober Ramya Krishna. "Please realize that on that day you will be with the Maharani Anushka. You cannot seek your own pleasure with her. That would be improper."

Samar Singh nodded. His mouth was on her nipple. The blouse soaked with his saliva revealed the treasure of her flesh to him. As sanity returned he let the nipple slip reluctantly out of his lips. He was grateful for the continuing ministrations of her fingers. Smalls jerks and spasms continued to wrack him as he felt a great sleep wash over him. The tiredness of the day's riding came rushing on.

Ramya Krishna tousled his hair and smiled.



"So, now you know what to do. And now I know my choice is correct," said the Ramya Krishna matter of factly. She wiped his cum smothered hand on the dhoti which lay on crumpled now below him. There was a lot of cum and that pleased her no end.

She threw the cloth of the dhoti across his body. –it was so strange; what seemed beautiful and joyous in the ardor of the moment was now embarrassing.

Samar Singh's eyes roamed the woman's body. The nipple poked out in attention visible through the wet silk of the blouse. The streak of semen now semi-dry, drew a line from her throat to the cleavage, though it was still moist where it had touched her gold chains. Suddenly, his hand, which was no longer mauling squeezing the breast could feel its fullness and weight.



"She must be a goddess in bed," wondered Samar Singh. The Ramya Krishna looked radiant-pink in the flushed aftermath of the intense time together.