Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Jyothika almost knocked over her coffee cup. She couldn't believe she was conducting a college admissions interview and this simpleton -- er, darling boy, was discussing butt fucking.

She felt her pussy squirt and a trickle rolling down her right thigh.

Clearing her throat, she said, "Tell me more about your preoccupation, Bobby ..."

"Well, take you for example, ma'am ... I can see you need to be fucked. You're horny as hell. All the signs are there ... I can smell your cunt from here. I bet you're wet, too?" She nodded meekly. She didn't think her arousal scent was that obvious. "Your nipples are stiff too ..."



She made a quick decision. "Why don't we adjourn to the small conference room. We won't be disturbed there."

Once in the conference room, she flicked the "In Conference" light on. She'd been staring at Bobby's phallic endowment for a while now.

She quickly pulled down his zipper, then reached inside his jeans and pulled out his semi-hard cock. "I guess my interview is --" he muttered, interrupted by her assertiveness. Women these days undergo assertiveness training.

She let her fingers flitter delicately over his swelling penis, and the longer her fingers stroked the hotter Bobby began to feel.



His heart rate increased as her finger movements continued. Things were happening just too fast for Bobby to fully comprehend. One moment she was conducting an interview , and now she was playing with his cock.

"You've got such a nice, flexible cock," Jyothika said softly. "I love feeling it growing, dear. Do you like it when I stroke it?"

"Oh yes, ma'am. I really do. I like it a lot. I don't know if it's right, though. I'm all mixed up inside. We shouldn't do this. Please, ma'am, let go of my cock."

"I don't want to, Bobby. This means a lot to me."

"It means a lot to me too, but it just isn't the right time ..."



"I understand. But I also have needs. They just can't be suppressed. I'm sorry. I've tried, but it just won't work. I'm just too excited about us. I've got to have you, and that's all there is to it."

She stepped up the pace of her delicate finger movements. As her fingertips played up and down the length of his swelling cock, rolling his foreskin, Bobby recognized just how futile it would be to stop her. But he gave it his last shot.

"This isn't a good time, ma'am, it really isn't," Bobby balked. He needed to get into college. He needed a good job.



Not to lose focus, she kept tugging at his balls, then put her mouth over his knob. Her tongue was doing figure-8's on his cock. She pumped with every ounce of intensity, determined to make him to expel every drop of his warm semen into her mouth. She had no doubts she could swallow all of it.

This lurid act was moving into its final stage; Jyothika felt she had pushed Bobby up to the ready position, leading up to 'lock and load' or 'blast off'. Whatever you want to call it.

"Please stop whining, Bobby. I need you more than anything right now."

As Jyothika continued to allow her right hand to diddle his cock, she reached out with her left hand and fondled his big balls.

"I'll bet you like this," she smiled. "I can tell from the way you're breathing."

"Who wouldn't?" Bobby shook his head, hyperventilating. "You've got magic in your fingers, ma'am. You really know how to work them."



"The time has come for you to stop calling me ma'am," she said. "We should call each other something like 'darling' or 'lover', but certainly not ma'am. We're more intimate than that now, baby. We're at a point that few people ever reach ... the point of complete sexual release. I'm going to get it from you, baby, I really am. And you're going to enjoy every second of it too."

"I feel like I'm ready to blow now," he gasped. "Your fingers feel so nice ..."

"Of course. I've got a good stiff cock to work with."

All the while she continued the lovely pumping, letting her fingers slide around his balls, tickling, tickling, and pumping on his 12-inch tool at the same time.

"I love your monster cock, honey," she gasped. She opened her legs, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs. Her thighs were toned, muscular. Bobby could see her wet crotch from where he was sitting.



Jyothika kept up her delicate finger movements till she knew that he could not endure her diddling much longer. She wanted to make him shoot, and his being younger, she knew he could do it over and over.

Her effort switched from the realm of slow, teasing masturbation to that of blowing him. She removed her fingers from his cock and dropped to her knees. Her skirt exposed her thighs beautifully.

As Sunny lay sprawled out on the edge of the conference room chair, Jyothika's head dropped down between his legs.



"You're going to blow me," Bobby sighed. "It's going to feel good, but I have a better idea." Bobby assumed the initiative, grabbed her hips and rolled her over. He yanked her flimsy thong off, exposing her butt cheeks.