Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"I don't think you should look at me like that," She said, in her most upper class tone. "My father pays your wages and, frankly, I'm above your pay-grade."


she thought it was a nice one-liner. She was preparing for the next one, to tell him he was fired, when he said, "call me Sir, you jumped-up little madam."

she swallowed. What was this? "Goodness me. Sorry Sir." She said it in her most sarcastic voice and She glared at him. He smiled and a yawning sort of nervousness started in her belly. It suddenly felt like She was the mouse and he was the cat. What was going on.

He scratched his groin, seemed to be...adjusting something down there. "Sorry," he said, but i have a huge dick, its' a little awkward sometimes when you bring those tits in here..."



Rakul mouth fell open. "what did you just say?"

"You heard, Miss Rakul."

"How dare you. my father will have you fired....."

"Aha..." He cut me off, played with his zip slightly, leered at me. "I expect he will, Rakul, if he ever finds out, but She don't think you'll be telling him. Not once I've fed off those hot boobs of yours...."

She stood up, angrily, "in your dreams, pervert." In a trice She pulled her top up, showed him her hot boobs. "Look at those, Professor, it's the nearest you'll ever get. I hope you enjoy your retirement....!"

She started to move towards the door, her face flushed and angry, trying to get two bouncy boobs back into her dress at the same time.... She felt excited and angry and proud of herself. Dirty bastard. I'd see to him for this. He didn't know who he was dealing....

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

The sudden shout startled her so much that She stopped, half turned to look at him. "nice show, little bint, but I'm afraid you are going to need to do something quite lot more dramatic than that or you will lose your place at this university." And he licked his lips, and dropped his gaze down her body. "You are facing a fail."



She was astonished. her hand went to her breasts as if to shield them from his gaze She was conscious of her  left nipple. It was sticking out, hard and hungry, dammit, it had made a little drip. She hoped he hadn't noticed. She used her coldest voice. It was a defence against little shits like him. her father had paid for her place. She didn't need him.

"I don't believe you. I was always get As. I'm the best in my year and you know it."

"Ah yes. Clever, rich and beautiful, everyone says. She guess it's just luck." She heard a dark edge in his voice. "So you would have had us believe." She felt suddenly nervous.

"you work hard for grades.."

"Lick all the right pussies do you?"

She gasped. She didn't know what to say. She pushed her thighs together. Little shit, how dared he?

she had straight As. It was impossible to fail at this point in the year. The marks add up. Daddy had had private tutors help me with every essay.

"My father..."

He smiled, and there was something behind about that smile. "You're pretty sure of yourself aren't you, you naughty little rich bitch?"

She was sure. At least, She had been. "I don't think you can..."

"But I'm pretty sure of myself too, Rakul. It's not the quality of the work that's an issue..."

she frowned. He was staring  at her panty now. She wondered whether to say something cutting, again, about his ugly fat cock or his dirty leching, but there was something wrong. 



He had something for her. 

'What is the issue, Sir?" She asked as politely as She could manage. She was thinking, her Dad will get you fired, you bastard.

"Come over here and take a look."

Puzzled, reluctant, She went over to his desk round to the back so She could see his computer screen. He moved over, turned his computer towards me, and her blonde hair swung down and brushed his face. He moved it aside and, as he did She saw the screen. Moving figures.Look like Porn.... 
Oh my fucking God.

Rakul was fucking Divyanka since She got to college. She's wonderful. Night after night we lie in her room, heads to pussies, licking each other's sweet little pussies, teasing and playing and gently caressing, bringing each other to wild lovely orgasms on our fingers and tongues. Every evening She suckle on her beautiful tits and she squeezes and twists mine. Every evening Rakul use her vibrator on Divyanka.





And now, here we were, playing out on video on his desktop. Rakul, on top, queening Divyanka, tits clamped and mask of lust face. As She stared he reached across and turned up the volume, and there Rakul was, calling her bitch, begging her to suck, riding her tongue as Divyanka orgasm shuddered through Her. And then as She lift her pussy from her face and move to go down on her she says, lazily, "I think that's an A star, Rakul."

"That's private. her private sex life. You've been spying on me Sir?" But her voice sounded weak. She hoped to God he didn't know who she was.

But of course he did.

He smiled, slowly. And that's when She realised he had her. "gathering evidence, Rakul dear. It's a matter of fairness, you see. You and your pussy and your lovely round tits are not being entirely fair. There needs to be a bit more... sharing around between professors. A bit more space for cocks and balls in that sweet little cunt of professor than Miss Divyanka seems to be so... enthusiastic about."

she felt the colour drain from her face.

The trouble is Divyanka was her maths professor, and She get really good marks in maths. She loved her pussy so much. Loves her hot tits, they're very special, I'm one of a kind. She gives me A-stars for everything. Divyanka finger fucks me after class. That doesn't mean She cheat....

"You're accusing me of cheating?"

"Divyanka is your professor. She will be fired for this, her career ruined but you... do you know how serious this is, Rakul? For your degree? Your career? Your future?"

"Sir, She really don't think you can infer from this that I....."

"Oh She can infer all She like, little bitch, I'm on the governance committee. Would you like to watch some more?"

He clicked a link and there She was again, licking and teasing Divyanka as she stood over me, pussy spread out. You could see She was gobbling and slobbering and fingering her and she was saying, "Oh yeah baby, if you make me cum I'll give you an A star..." and I'm grunting and nuzzling, and then she'd shuddering and cumming and She was fingering her, deep in her lovely cunt, as she rides her and tells her she was top of the class...

"But it's just sex talk..." She said desperately.



He reached up and took hold of the neckline of her dress. "I like sex talk too," he said. "Perhaps you could try a little on me?" And then he ripped her top open, so that her hot tits spilled out in front of him, leaving me half naked standing next to her desk and before She could move away he was squeezing her left nipple between his finger and thumb, milking it.

Immediately She started to squirt and he laughed nastily. "Well well, She thought so...lovely drinkies-poos for Master Hari...."

she pushed him hard away, "that's her dress.... get off her tits you creep." She went to pull the torn fabric back, face red...

"Leave them out, slut, i like you better with your tits hanging out.....you look more the horny little slut I've been enjoying on screen...."

"How dare you..." But She left them out. She was scared. She didn't want to get Divyanka in trouble. She stared at him. She was shaking. "What do you want, you filthy bastard?"



Slowly, and deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine, he unzipped his fly. From it, bouncing out, as if it had been fighting for air its whole life, sprang a long, fat, turgid cock. her eyes widened. It was ten inches, maybe eleven, thick as five or six fingers, as big as the dildo Divyanka had taken by her. It looked rearing and shiny and angry and hot.

"Oh I can see you like that don't you? i thought you would. Let's be very clear, Rakul. You're going to service my horny fat dick, right here, right now, you're going to suck it and ride it and fuck it and please it and beg for it if you don't want this to be the end of both of your careers. You're going to lick it and love it like a little posh whore. And if you're really lucky I'm going to fill your virgin pussy with cum whilst you ride me like the slut you really are. That's what you want, isn't it?" And be waggled his tongue at her.

Rakul took a step backwards. She had no idea what to do. She was kind of paralysed with shock and fear. She summoned up her last bit of fight. "How dare you? I'm going to tell someone about this..." her throat felt tight. her tits felt tight. She was scared now. "My father will have you fired."



"But you're not going to tell anyone are you, honey?," he said, smiling dirtily. "That's what makes it so delicious. On your knees, you naughty little bitch, and feed on your Master's fat cock..."

Rakul put her hand over her tits. He looked as though he meant it. His sneery fat lips were curved into a happy smile, his rather piggy eyes boring meanly into mine. She could smell his aftershave. Musky. His cock jerked and moved in his groin. She didn't want to look at it. She was furious and ashamed. her tits, like traitors, still ached from the wonderful sucking she had from Divyanka this morning. They were red and swollen.

He leaned towards her and put his mouth on her horny, leaky nipple, and sucked it hard. She shuddered and began to cry. "Rakul don't want to..." But She didn't pull away. She was afraid.



"Kneel down, and suck my hot fat cock you naughty little bitch. You and your airs and graces, you think you're too good for me? This is only the start of it. Look at my cock. Isn't it fantastic? Kneel and suck... here..." he rolled back his foreskin and his fat, mushroom-shaped, purplish glans eased out like some kind of monster. He was going to fuck me. She was going to suck him. No.....