Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

I was full of cock; it was thrashing in and out of my hot wet vagina like an out of control windmill. My knees under his armpits, feet high in the air, my hands and nails digging in while holding him tight in place. I wasn't letting go of this now, not while I was getting fucked like this. I had tried my hardest not to let it happen, but he had overcome me. I was now in the throes of booming climaxes.




If my husband could have seen me he would have fainted with shock, his beloved wife moaning and groaning in complete and utter arousal, small squeals coming from my open mouth. He would see arousal that she had tried to fight off and lost unequivocally. He would have seen her grimacing in wonderful pain, eyes closed as the fabulous feeling of cock was pounding her pussy, her attacker in dominant and certain control of the situation.

He was younger than me by seventeen years at nineteen years of age. He was fit, strong, powerful, agile, lithe, supple, hard as nails. You name it, he was there, he had it. Me? I am just your average normal fit housewife. I don't smoke, like a glass of wine or two when we go out but that's about it. I go to the gym once a week and exercise at home.



I am Trisha Krishnan; I'm thirty six years old. Five feet five inches tall, I think I am quite good looking and try to make sure I do look good in public. My husband says I always look good no matter where I am, but he would say that wouldn't he, he had better say it anyway, or else!

I have kind of dirty black hair. My face has a nice shape; I have full lips and a mischievous grin, so I'm told.

My body is in good shape, and my extremities are all in tune with me, ie, my nipples work just fine, in fact they are too fine at times! I have good legs, they are a good shape, I am fortunate in the sense that they don't dip in and out, they seem to taper from my hips down to me feet, and if any one can wear a mini skirt and stockings, it's me!



I am a sexy woman and know it, I try not to flaunt and flirt, but it's difficult sometimes, when a woman goes out and she looks good, and she knows she looks good, it is very hard not to pick up on the stares and knowing looks from other men. I have to say I love it.

My husband is my First, but I am his second wife, mine was a complete and utter wanker, a loser in every sense of the word. I was told by all and sundry about him, but did I listen? Did I hell. Anyway after a few years he got the elbow big time, and after some time I met Ramana, my now husband.

His wife had died of a long term illness, he doesn't say much about it, but he fine now and has no hang ups. Well, he would if he could see me right now; he wouldn't be a happy camper at all. His wife of five years was on her sofa under another man, boy? And I was being fucked stupid. The trouble was, I had gone from fighting and resisting, to loving every deep crunching, punching thrust, of thick heavy hard meat.



My attacker was Bobby, as I said, nineteen years old and there was no way on earth that I could defend myself from him once he had decided to do the dirty deed of, I suppose banging me. Although if a judge in a court of law was to look in and see what was going on it would be absolutely impossible for a prosecutor to convince him that I was indeed being bangd. My moans and groans, my feet in the air, my nails deep in his back would have told him otherwise.

He is Ramana's son, and my step son, when I had married his dad, he had been fourteen or thereabouts. A lovelier lad you could not have met, we got on great, he always refused to call me mom, but that didn't matter. He was good at school, was going to college after the summer. He is about five feet ten inches tall, extremely fit, he runs, he trains, he works out, when you see him stripped off he has a mans body, he is great to look at. His body is defined in every sense.



Don't even think that I had had, and was even contemplating sexual thoughts towards or about him, I certainly wasn't. But he being the hot young women mad young man that he, and just about every boy his age on the planet is. I believe he had picked up some vibes from me somehow and turned them into him thinking I fancied him.

He is good looking and has girls hanging off him where ever he goes. He is popular and all the rest of it, so why he decided he wanted me not only took me by surprise. It also aided my submission, although as I say, I couldn't have stopped him anyway. I realise that this could have gone really wrong for him if I hadn't succumbed the way I have to him.



I knew he had been checking me out, watching me, I could see the excitement in his eyes, and there was something else in his eyes too, something I couldn't put my finger on. I knew he was sexually active, we women know these things don't we? He had got a little bit touchy feely here and there, never when his dad was around of course, but as yet I hadn't had reason to remonstrate with him. In fact, if I was truthful I was utterly flattered by it.