Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Pooja Hegde opened her eyes. Her head was swimming, and she tried to bring her hand to her forehead, but her wrist was caught. The first thing she realized was that she was still drunk, and feeling very woozy. The second, that she was on all fours, torso resting on a bench of some sort. Her wrists and ankles were bound in place, secured to the bench somehow. She wriggled in vain.


A streak of light fell onto Pooja Hegde's face, making her look up. The door had opened, briefly revealing the silhouette of a muscular young man as he slipped inside the room.



Suddenly she remembered. The frat party, of course. After a fight with her long-distance boyfriend on the phone, she felt like blowing off some steam, and had gone to the wild party alone.

She could hear footsteps, as the figure approached her from behind. He stood right behind her, and she regretted her clothing choices for the night. What had she been thinking?

Angry with her boyfriend and wanting some attention, she had worn one of her favorite dresses, a teeny floral sundress that ended just under her ass, exposing her long smooth legs. As long as she stayed upright, like she had planned, the length wasn't a problem. But she hadn't anticipated being in this position...



A warm flush grew across Pooja Hegde's face as she realized her whole ass must be on display to the guy behind her. She couldn't remember what underwear she had worn, but she hoped it was the type that covered more. She also found herself thinking, somewhat perversely, that she hoped it was a cute pair, not a laundry day pair.

"Can you help me," she slurred, "I'm stuck..." She wiggled around on the bench, not really cognizant of her situation. The wiggling did nothing to release the thick straps that held her wrists and ankles secure, but it did rub her nipples against the cold bench, making them hard through the thin fabric.

The guy didn't reply, didn't make any noise, but she could sense him standing behind her. "scuse me, dude" Nothing was coming out right. She wanted to ask him to let her go, but she was confused and groggy, and she wasn't sure he could hear her.



Silence filled the room, except for faint bass that thumped through the floor from music downstairs. She found herself nodding off, cheek against the bench, until a hand brushed her ass cheek gently. She could feel it, but felt too far away to care. She didn't react. The guy behind her reached out with both hands this time, cupping her cheeks in his hands and squeezing. He ran his hands over her backside, up and down her thighs and ass, before brushing them against her pussy. She whimpered.

"Please," she cried out, slowly understanding what was going on. She didn't want this to happen, she had always remained faithful to her boyfriend.

"Please, no," He doubled his efforts, started stroking her through her underwear more firmly. In her drunken state, it started to feel good. "No!" she cried out. He smacked her ass, which didn't hurt much in her state, mostly just humiliated her.



He walked around the bench and stopped directly in front of her. It was dark in the room, and she couldn't keep her eyes open, but she registered his jeans swimming in front of her face.

"You're gonna be a good girl now," he said in a soothing tone. He brushed his fingers against her lips. They smelled good, like he had just washed his hands. "No," she moaned.

He placed a finger between her lips and pushed her teeth apart. "Yes," he said softly, and slid his finger into her mouth. He thrust it in and out a few times, wetting her lips. Using his other hand, he unzipped his pants. He took his hardening dick in hand and tried to guide it into her mouth. Pooja Hegde clamped her lips shut and tried to turn her face away, but he grabbed her by the throat with both hands and thrust into her mouth. He let it sit there for a few seconds, and she could feel him swelling and filling up her mouth. "Mmmrf," she tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on her neck, and began thrusting slowly in and out of her mouth. Being completely tied down, there was nothing she could do about it, except let him violate her mouth. And he was big. Bigger than her boyfriend, for sure. She was embarrassed to feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter.



He hit the back of her mouth, then pulled out a couple inches. She gasped, trying to get some air, but instead he thrust forward again and she felt the pressure of his cock at the back of her throat. He pushed, so slowly, and the tip slid into her throat.

He groaned. He took his hand off her neck. "Good girl," he murmured again, smoothing her hair down with his hand. His cock still strained at her throat, slowly increasing the pressure. "Oh my god, yes," he said, "let me fuck your throat, slut." He forced his cock forward, and her throat gave way. He pushed all the way in, moaning, until his pubes ground against her lips. Her body begged for air, but he still thrust in, out, in, out, in, and finally all the way out.



She gasped and felt the pleasure of cool air refreshing her lungs. She was embarrassed to feel that her pussy had gotten so wet it was literally dripping into her panties. She hoped he wouldn't notice.

He stood in front of her, cock in hand, rubbing it gently. "Your throat is so good, I wanted to come right down it." He forced his wet cock back into her mouth, and let it slide across her warm lips and tongue. Softly at first, she began licking the underside of his shaft as he thrust in and out. Anything to stop him from shoving it down her throat again.

"Mmmm, yes, good girl," he said, grabbing a handful of her hair at the back of her head and pushing her head forward onto his cock. She gulped air between thrusts, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. He pounded away, and she tasted precum drops on her tongue, but again he pulled out.



He grinned. "I have other plans for you."

He walked around her limp form until he was behind her again. "Ooh, good girl," he chuckled. He pulled her panties down, until they were stretched between her knees. He laughed.

"I didn't realize you were enjoying yourself so much," he said, and once that registered with her, a deep blush crept over her face. He took his cock in hand and slid it along her slit, the head just barely making contact with her skin. Then nothing.



She waited. She was unbelievably horny, and wanted release. But nothing happened. He just stood behind her, not touching her. 'What are you waiting for?' she thought, but dared not say aloud. She didn't want to encourage him.

"Well?" he asked, "don't you want me to fuck you?"

"No," she whimpered. He didn't answer, but somewhere behind her, he opened a drawer and rummaged around for something. He found it and slammed the drawer shut.

She heard a few clicks, then a low buzzing. Oh god. What was he doing back there? She soon found out, when he pressed a vibrator to her clit. She jerked suddenly. She would have fallen off the bench if she hadn't been tied to it. It felt so good, and he was obviously skilled. He rubbed her clit with the vibrator, going in slow circles at first, but building speed until she could barely take it.



"Ah!... No!...mmmm..." she gasped. She kept opening her mouth to beg him to stop, but only moans came out. She couldn't stop. It felt so good, she hadn't been touched in so long. She couldn't handle all the sensations, she could feel an orgasm building. She was near tears now. "Please, no! Stop!" But he didn't stop. He grabbed her by the waist and circled the vibrator faster. She panted, buried her face in the bench, and tried to ignore what was happening to her. Pleasure coursed through her body, she couldn't stop, she was at the edge, almost there, she needed to come.