Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

The thin latex membrane, slick with Samantha's juices, contained a hint of Sid's ejaculate in its tip. Samantha watched him slide the protective barrier off. They had agreed to wait until after their financial situation improved before trying to start a family. Samantha had only recently been a bride and now she was Sid's faithful wife. She loved him as much as anyone could possibly love another person and nothing would ever change that.

Early dawn chased away much of the darkness, and only a shadow of night remained. Sid had left for work at his usual early hour and Samantha had visited the gym for her daily workout when Roy woke to a dim, empty house.



Over the weeks, Roy had learned their schedules, snooped around when they were out, discovered all sorts of useful facts about their lives. Knowledge was power. He knew Sid wouldn't return from work until evening, and Samantha arrived home mid-morning.

Roy plopped down on the living room couch and there it sat, on the coffee table right in front of him, like the missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle, the unguarded key to a once impenetrable fortress. Samantha had forgotten her cell phone this morning. He had watched her unlock it multiple times. It was a simple, four-number combination. On his third attempt, her phone opened. Roy quickly made a backup of it on his laptop. With special software found on the dark web, he now had access to all her information. In her contacts was a cornucopia of important people — family members and friends, their addresses and phone numbers, everything he needed...

When Samantha returned from her workout, Roy sat shirtless on the living room sofa in a pair of loose gym shorts. She couldn't help noticing how big he was — the solid muscles bulging beneath smooth, dark skin covering his arms, chest and stomach — before seeing her phone on the coffee table where she had left it. She grabbed her phone, wanting to tell him to put on a shirt, but deciding against being confrontational.



He was gawking at her again. He was doing it more frequently and more blatantly, especially when Sid wasn't around. It seemed like the only things he studied were her ass and tits and she didn't like it. Her voice revealed annoyance. "When do you attend classes?"

Roy began obnoxiously rubbing his crotch right in front of her while his eyes raked her body! "I take classes online. Where you work besides out at the gym every morning, baby?"

The way he was inappropriately touching himself embarrassed and repulsed her and hinted at the enormous size of his penis as he played with it through his shorts. He was practically masturbating in front of her. She tried ignoring his indecent behavior. "Don't call me 'baby'. I'm currently between jobs. I haven't seen you even open a book yet since you've been with us. You're not a college student. I don't know who you think you're fooling, but it's not me."



Samantha turned away from his lustful stare. She needed to shower after her strenuous workout at the gym and get ready for a job interview this afternoon. She had a good feeling about this company and her prospects for employment with it. She headed toward her bedroom.

As she walked away from him, Roy studied how the tight, black leggings she wore limned every delicious curve on her young, firm body, portraying a shapely ass and generous thigh gap. His balls ached from unrelieved hard-ons she had been giving to him since he moved in. She wasn't very friendly, but perhaps once he made her cum on his big black cock, that would change.

Roy waited a few minutes and then followed Samantha. When he reached her bedroom, he heard the shower flowing in the master bathroom. He carefully turned the doorknob and entered her room. He tried her bathroom door next, but it was locked.



She appeared in excellent shape and would fight him. But he had made his decision. After the initial struggle, he would subdue Samantha.

While he waited for the bathroom door to open, a crowd of framed photographs — Samantha and Sid in better times, their family and friends — neatly stood on her dresser. He recognized some of the contacts he had found and copied from her phone. The still images of well-dressed  folks — who until now had insulated her from men like himself — watched in mute sympathy over what he prepared to do. Samantha obviously cared deeply for these people, which would prove instrumental.

The shower stopped. Roy's cock had grown hard inside his shorts during the wait. His balls, filled with sperm, ached with anticipation. After enduring weeks of torture from Samantha, patiently planning while fantasizing about her, he was on the verge of finally satisfying his predatory urge.

Samantha opened the bathroom door wearing pink panties made of silk with a matching bra. Her briefs were a sexy bikini cut. The rest of her clothes she had planned to put on waited neatly folded in her dresser. Suddenly greeted by Roy, she tried to slam the door shut to keep him away. Her initial feeling about him had been a correct one, but she had disregarded it to please Sid. 



In an ironic twist of fate, Samantha's attempt to appease her husband jeopardized their marriage far worse than their previous financial troubles.

Roy's hand blocked the door from closing completely. He overcame Samantha's efforts and her feet, unable to hold ground, slid across the slick tile floor.

Roy charged into her bathroom as Samantha screamed. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Get out of my room and keep away from me!"

He punched Samantha in her gut. She was unprepared for the blow and his fist drove into her belly like a cannon ball, the crushing impact evacuating the wind from her lungs.



"You gonna like getting fucked by your new black boyfriend, baby, and you gonna learn to love black cock."

She doubled over incapacitated gasping for air, while he dragged her by her hair from the bathroom.

Before Samantha regained her breath, Roy had thrown her into bed and tore her panties and bra off, leaving her lying on her back completely exposed.

Samantha wheezed and coughed. "No, please, don't do this."



"What's the matter? Don't you wanna fuck a nigger?"

Roy's eyes feasted on Samantha's naked body and its gentle feminine curves. With brute strength he forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of the treasure he planned to plunder. Some women seemed to always keep their pubic areas immaculately groomed, as if they wanted to be ready for someone to see them in a bikini, thong or perhaps completely nude. Samantha was apparently one of these women. Her naked body was as gorgeous as he had imagined.

Samantha's smooth genitals lacked hair or even stubble, due to either expensive laser or wax treatments. What he had here was a pampered hot girl, which explained some of their money problems. Her flat tummy was adorned by a delightful belly-button and defined abdominal muscles. Pink areolae, perfect circles a little larger than quarters, crowned her perky, round  tits.



Samantha's silky, fair skin contrasted with Roy as he touched her. Her body seemed to lack imperfection like her beautiful face.

Roy wondered how Sid could foolishly leave such a gem unguarded with a thug like himself. Reaching down between Samantha's splayed legs, Roy gently parted her labia, a lovely shade of pink revealed.

Samantha felt Roy begin manipulating her privates like she belonged to him. "Oh, god — no. Don't!" She grabbed his wrist to stop him.

Roy yanked his wrist from her grasp, reached up and cruelly twisted her delicate, pink nipples, causing jolts of pain that would later become bruises on her perfectly formed flesh.



Samantha's hands immediately went to protect her breasts and stop the pain.

From past work in human trafficking, preparing inexperienced and reluctant young females for the sex industry, he knew how to make Samantha cooperate. He needed to roughen her up more to make her submissive. He raised his fist and plunged it into her solar plexus, like a torpedo striking a ship, sinking her into the sea.

"You need to calm down, baby, and let me love you." He pulled her hands away from her excruciating stomach and delivered another punch just below her bellybutton.

She grabbed her stomach again and retched. Whatever he was saying no longer mattered. Air— she needed precious air, like a diver trapped beneath the water, unable to reach the surface. And she needed the agonizing explosions in her gut to stop.



He blocked her from curling into a ball of pain. "No, baby, stay on your back for me. We not done yet. Now do what I say and quit resisting, so I don't have to punish you more." He pushed against her chest, keeping her held in a supine position. "That's a good girl. Stay like this and don't try to move or stop me and I won't hurt you." He again shoved her legs open, resumed spreading her pussy, locating her clitoris among her pink folds. He licked his thumb and began gently rubbing its soft hood. "That's better— just let me touch you."