Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

They stopped walking as they approached the trunk of a thick tree, mainly bare in this winter season. Letting go of her saree, the man once again brought up the knife to her throat, then holding her by upper arm he turned her around to face him. For the first time he was getting a good look at her, and he just stared into her eyes soundlessly for a moment. The man himself had a woollen muffler wrapped around his face and head, revealing only the coal black eyes through a slit in the scarf.




In his eyes Kriti Sanon looked sexy as hell standing there in her pale saree and low heeled shoes. He had thrown the torch to the ground so it offered a soft diffused ambient lighting to the immediate vicinity beyond which was complete darkness. Taking a couple of steps back but holding on to the dbang of her saree, the man could see Kriti Sanon's full voluptuous body silhouetted through the material of her dress. It made the man's juices start to flow and his cock move against his pants.



He closed the gap between them again, gripped her with his left hand encircling her neck and with his other hand took the knife blade to her blouse. Kriti Sanon implored him again to let her go, and then tried to convince him not to cut open her blouse, but this seemed to anger the rogue even further. But then seeming to relent somewhat, he took his time with the hooks at the front of her blouse. Unclasping the front, he pushed her blouse over her shoulders and let it hang from her arms behind her back. Her breasts was firm and beckoning through the thin white material of her brassiere, her erect nipples pressing hard against the flimsy fabric.



The man commented on the fullness of her boobs and stroked his hardness through the material of his trousers. Kriti Sanon glanced downwards and was shocked at the size of the bulge straining against the buttons of his fly. Holding the sharp pointed tip of the knife blade against the underside of her jaw, he pulled out the saree from where it was tucked into her petticoat and let the entire eight yards of fabric flow to the ground where it pooled around her feet. Then very slowly he slid his knife up her belly to her bra. Kriti Sanon stiffened as the blade tracked lightly up her stomach. With one quick motion he cut her bra loose and the pair of her most beautiful breasts fell into view.



Sheathing his knife into his waistband, the man grabbed an erect nipple between each thumb and forefinger and backed up as he tugged at them. Kriti Sanon stood in morbid fear, prisoner to this large, intimidating man, who was being unnervingly silent at the moment. He was strong, much stronger than she, and now that his state of arousal was peaking she was mortified. Her breathing was coming quickly now, almost hyperventilating, and when he touched her cheek she let out a little shriek and jerked away, forgetting his hands and the grip they could have on her. With another cry she felt herself falling, unable to catch herself as she toppled sideways and landed hard on her shoulder, her head hitting the soft earth with a thud.

Feeling the touch of his hand on her arm as he tried to lift her up, she frantically tried to back away, pushing herself back along the forest floor with her feet, little whimpers of fear escaping her mouth as she did so. She could hear his footsteps padding along beside her as she wriggled, trying at the same time to stand and run.



Backing up against the thick trunk of a tree she realised with a shocked gasp that the wriggling had caused her petticoat to ride up her legs; she could feel the brush of cool air over her heated skin and the slide of the material as it parted over her thighs. Curling her knees up to her chest, Kriti Sanon huddled against the tree, terrified and out of breath but with enough self possession to know that exposing herself to this man would only make her more vulnerable. Her heart beating hard against the wall of her chest she turned her head to the tree, feeling the cool solidness against her hot cheek.

Kriti Sanon knew that she was going to be bangd as soon as the man tightened his grip on her forearm and looked into her eyes with all the violence of hell. They were alone together in the quiet stillness of the dark forest, not in earshot of another human soul. She was now wondering whether the best thing would be for her to let the man to do anything he wanted and hoped that she might make it out of the forest and fields with her life. She made yet another desperate attempt to convince him to let her go; she cried and she pleaded, she prayed to him, begged him.

For an answer, he spat out into the ground and increased his grip on her arm. Wordlessly, he reached into his waistband and pulled out the big knife, making Kriti Sanon start with a renewed shock of fear. He looked at her large breasts, the nipples long and erect in the increasing cold of the night. He stared at her through the slit in his improvised mask with that solid evil stare that sent chills through her. He put the knife back in his pocket and released the grip on her arm and backed off a couple of steps staring at her expectantly.

Kriti Sanon had a very good idea what he wanted and once again thought that her best bet was to comply with the man's wishes if that meant getting out the situation unhurt and alive. She thought of the years she had resisted proposals of marriage, how she had preserved herself and her body for a man she would surely meet one day, she thought of her parents and their hopes for her and her dreams. But she couldn't get herself to comply, to strip and lie back so that this evil man could take her, defile her.



The man just stared at her for a long moment. She shivered in the cold night air and goose bumps began appearing on her legs and arms. She stood up slowly, the petticoat falling back down to cover her legs. Her breasts were still exposed and she tried to draw the blouse tight across her chest; her shawl lay discarded on the forest floor along with her saree. She held herself tightly to try and keep warm. She was visibly shivering now and didn't know if it was just the cold night or the evil stare that had not left her once. He nodded curtly to her and she knew what he wanted from her without him having to tell her.

For a long time nothing happened. Her stomach in knots, Kriti Sanon just stood her ground; she was waiting for him to make a move and the wait was worse than the cold or her nakedness or her fear of death. He made her wait for him and she knew he must be doing that intentionally to torment her further, and yet she could not give in to him. Again she started to tremble and her flesh pimpled over with bumps from the cold.

The man then bent down to the ground and reached for the torchlight. He shone it on Kriti Sanon's face; the light blinding her so she couldn't make out his intentions. Then suddenly, he switched off the light and there was a pitch black darkness that surrounded them. Before Kriti Sanon could adjust her eyes to the sinister darkness, she heard movement over the dried leaves on the ground and before she could change her stance, the man was behind her, his vice-like grip once again around her waist and clamping her arms against her side. She felt the fingers of his other hand loosen the drawstring of her petticoat and push it down to the ground. Still holding her very tight, he pushed down her panties and pulled them down to her ankles as well. And then all was silent again; he released his grip, moved away from her and left her completely naked in the night cold.



In less than a few seconds, the torchlight was on again shining straight into Kriti Sanon's eyes. She tried to cover her breasts with one hand and her hairy crotch with the other, standing like an impersonation of Boticelli's The Birth of Venus. Her long hair was completely loose and fell like a black curtain around her torso. The size and overgrown thickness of her pubic hair was too much to cover with her small hand and substantial tendrils peered out from the sides of her failing modesty.

The man once again tossed the torch to the ground and Kriti Sanon was able to see in the soft light which that created. She glanced towards the man and saw that he had removed his trousers and now stood in front of her naked from the waist down. He wasn't moving but seemed to be transfixed, as he looked between her legs at her pubic growth. Glancing down to his groin Kriti Sanon saw his member hanging limp between his legs; she was surprised because she had expected to see a raging stiffness after all this while. She remembered her cousin's cock from a few years ago when his young wife had stimulated him on Holi. Though not erect this man's penis still hung a good 6-inches down past his dark brown and tightly wound scrotum, and the width made it look as strong and mean as its owner. She could see the veins straining underneath the stretched skin and the thick head, larger than the rest.



Kriti Sanon considered running now that the man was semi naked but thought better of it; she was completely naked, very confused about which direction she could run to, and also that the man was stronger and probably swifter than she could ever be. So she took a decision, knowing instinctively that she would have to get his cock aroused to its angry fullest if she were to bring this unfortunate episode to an end. Moving forward toward him she reached out for his hanging penis. If she was going to have any chance of life beyond the next few minutes she knew she had to do this. This was going to be a first for Kriti Sanon.

The man's penis was actually heavy as she raised it outwards from the testicles and held it firmly in her left hand. She went down on her knees and brought it slowly to her mouth. Opening her mouth she closed her eyes and took him inside. Her tongue darted out to feel his cock. It tasted bad, evil like the man.



She began sucking him in. At first nothing happened, though large it was still flaccid. She moved out her tongue along the underside and as she sucked him in she licked the underside. At the same time, with her right hand she cupped his balls. They were also heavy and coarse like the cock she was sucking. Reaching down, he grabbed her hair in one of his calloused hands and yanked hard. She felt his other hand roughly running down her shoulders to her back. She shivered slightly as it continued on down to the small of her back.