Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

“Not any more, you are dead; remember? He has lost his long legged trophy wife for good. You prefer the older man don’t you, richer more appreciative? That’s good you’ll get to meet many like that over the coming years.”


The climax kept building but the nurse seemed to sense when Kajal was on the brink and removed the vibrator stealing her buried wrist always at just the wrong time for Kajal.


“Ohhh God! Do it, finish me for God's sake I can’t take anymore.”





Kajal didn’t know what else to say. If she came they’d stop wouldn’t they? She didn’t really know if she meant to make her cum or kill her. At that moment she didn’t care.


The general pushed the nurse to the side and roughly pulled her wrist out of Kajal. She gave a yelp of sensation her hole gaping the air filling into where it should never see. She felt like she was dripping her body’s fluids out of a gaping wound.


“Ugggggg no I feel sooo…” She didn’t know how to describe it.


The general did. “You feel like a dirty submissive whore about to ride her master's hand like a glove puppet.”


And with that he began to push his own fat hand into her sloppy hole. Kajal groaned but didn’t scream it was more out of humiliation of how accommodating her pussy now was than actual pain. His large fat fingered hand was sliding inside any second her exhausted muscles would swallow his knuckles and he would be up to his wrist inside her.


“Oh Kajal you bad girl, “he said huskily, his hand feeling like it was wrapped in a slimy hot towel. He moved his fingers, opening his palm Kajal biting her lip, her eyes glazing over. Her feet tapped on the chair, her thighs quivering he noticed her tits were fuller nipples hardened; the nurse had brought her to peak quite satisfactorily.





The nurse pressed the vibrator onto her clit once more and the general began to pump in and out her lips bulging as his hand tried to remove itself but just as her pussy hole parted her pounded back to her cervix.


Her juices were running down his arm dripping at his elbow, the arrogant Kajal arching her back thrusting her tits out shrieking in sensation overload.


“Look at me Kajal, look into my eyes.” She shook her head so with his free hand he twisted her cheeks making her pout in his direction.


The slopping noise added to the disgusting scene, the vibrator humming the people grunting, gasping, taunting.


“Yes you bitch come on my hand, I Want to feel you come.” Her walls seemed to be tightening as her back arched more and more.


“Ukkkkkkkkkkkk ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhh awwwwwwwwwww!”


Kajal began to buck her calves flailing her butt bouncing on the wicker seat. The pussy convulsions were squeezing his hand so much he felt it would go numb. She was thrashing and screaming in orgasm, her pussy so wet that even his hand began to slip and as she jerked her hips in a disgusting thrusting movement, she ejected his glistening hand along with copious amounts of frothing juice


“ nooooooooooooooo!”


The spots took a while to clear from her eyes the humid oppressive air almost suffocating now. She was exhausted after hours of attention; she couldn’t think straight and was almost in a daze.





The general stood up, his cock still pointing straight out. Suddenly the cell door opened. It was one of the guards


“General you are needed in the command building.” The evil dictator snarled back at his charge telling him that he didn’t want to be disturbed.


“But its USplanet News sir, a Mr Weiz urgent.”


The general’s eyes lit up. He looked at the spread eagled slit dripping woman, her head hanging limp. Then down at his angry cock.


“Hmm I’ll enjoy it more if she was a little more conscious anyway.” He said to himself then barked an order to his guard. “I will take the call in my office in ten minutes, bring this bitch.”


Fifteen minutes later Simon Weiz finally got through. He has not had any answers in the last 24 hours. As an experienced news hound he knew never to accept other people’s stories. His darling girlfriend just couldn’t have died in such a way.


“These fucking third world shit holes don’t know their ass from their elbows. How the hell am I going to get answers? no one has confirmed they’re dead. Certainly not this news channel.”


The phone was a little crackly but he could hear the preening voice of the fat dictator on the other end.


“General Mobana, I need your help, only you can bring this nightmare to an end. Please I implore you to call a truce so we can send out a search party to the crash site.”


He could hear other voices and sounds over the phone. Clearly the general had it on speaker phone allowing his aids to enjoy the grovelling from a big news head.


The general spoke sweetly almost sarcastically. He couldn’t help it and the rebels were not into any negotiation.


The Reported was growing frustrated the general seemed distant, a little distracted and from time to time took seconds to respond as if confused or concentrating.


In his ornate flag dbangd office he indeed was distracted. A large fan spun in the ceiling drawing cooler air into the room, below it was a large teak table on its speakerphone and an impressive golden statue of a lion.


Also face down bent over the deep wooden furniture was his latest trophy; Miss Kajal. He had her hands tied even tighter behind her back making her shoulder pull back forcing her neck and head to look up. Her tits were pressed flat onto the soft wood top the small of her back filled with a pool of collected perspiration. The table was high so as her ass pointed to the ceiling her long legs even in heels only just touched the carpet. He had her ankles tied together then again at the knees allowing her little opportunity to move.


Kajal wanted to cry out; she could hear her fiancée pleading desperately to find her. If only he knew the truth. But she couldn’t speak. Her mouth had been filled with a rubber ball then tapped over. She could grunt but the speaker phone faced away from her; she had no idea if she could be heard.



The general was seated one hand on his cock the other stirring a pot of Vaseline. As he spoke he took great globules of grease and gently smeared them over Kajal’s ass hole. He’d been kind enough to explain he would fuck her in the ass since she needed time to strengthen again.





His fat greased fingers pushed inside her ass putting jelly deep along her rubbery shaft.


The conversation was going round in circles, this Weiz fellow wouldn’t take no for an answer.


“Please Mr Weiz your fiancée was a personal friend of my daughters.” He said this so sweetly Kajal’s stomach turning in revulsion.” I have the up most respect for your excellent reporter and the up most admiration.” He stroked her back his admiration not professional as Weiz might expect but more lustful.


She could hear the frustration and resignation in her fiancés voice. “He wasn’t giving up already was he?” The phone crackled and she heard a distant voice become a little more assertive.


“I’m sorry general but I need to see for myself. I’m getting that next plane out.” And with that the line went dead. The general paused a little indignant the man had dared hang up. He slowly extracted his finger from the bound woman ass ring and massaged a fleshy butt cheek..


He pressed his intercom. “Send Koko in.”


Kajal looked up as the door opened. It was her old friend, the tall athletic daughter of General Mobana. The woman didn’t seem fazed by her half dressed father, his cock standing to attention and hardly gave Kajal a second glance.


“Father?” She said in obedience.


The general was climbing onto the table so he straddled Kajal’s back. He lowered himself into a squat, his fat cock pointing forward rod and ball hanging like an undercarriage. Kajal tried to wriggle his cock tip slid between her ass cheeks, the general using his hand to point his cock down and press her sphincter.


“Contact Mr Weiz at USplanet News, I believe you met him?” Koko’s eyes widened and she finally caught Kajal's eye.” Indeed I have.” She purred.


“Good,“ grunted the general, rocking his enormous butt finally allowing his cock relief, entering the tight rubbery passage of Kajal’s anus.


“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmfffff!”


The woman could only gargle; her eyes open wide staring ahead insanely, lashes like blooming flowers, her pupils showing the gut turning sensation.


The general gave a gasp as he lowered his cock sliding the full length into his bound bitch.



“Get him on the phone. Make a personal invitation, he plans to come anyway. If you are his escort he can spend a few fruitless weeks in your charming company.”


Koko gave a wicked smile. “Indeed father.”


She was about to turn and leave when he stopped her.


“No do it here, on the speakerphone now, while I bugger his darling fiancé.”


Kajal nearly swallowed her gag. His cock felt like a giant pole in her ass. She had anal before once with an ex and she hated it then. Her Simon was now back on the phone as the black bastard twisted and slid back and forth inside her. Koko had been put straight through and she could hear his voice as the general’s daughter cooed seductively to him.





“Simon I know how you must feel. Please, anything I can do. She was a great friend etc, etc.”


Her fiancée was a little taken aback. This woman seemed to be saying all the right things but she sounded cold. He assumed it was the way with these people. Africa breeds cold hearts.


“Koko I’d be happy to have your help, thank you so much.”


The general was grunting faintly getting a rocking motion going his cock fitting as tight as a piston in an engine.


Phut, phut, phut!


The table was rocking a little, Kajal biting down on the gag. She began to moan and he pulled her hair making her head snap up.


“Silence bitch!” He hissed in a whisper.





Koko sat on the table, legs crossed finishing her conversation. She stroked Kajal’s rocking head with long nailed hands smiling and acting as if she was having a normal conversation. Her father was grunting more loudly, his thrusting becoming harder.


“Fuck she’s so tight!” he growled Koko putting her hand over the phone set looking with a glare at her father. She put a finger to her full lips telling him to “ssssh.”


The man at the other end of the line once again got the impression something was happening in the room. He could hear noises like machinery repeating over and over maybe a pump or something.


Phut, phut, phut!


Kajal couldn’t bear it. Her lover so near yet so far she could hear his confusion in his voice. He knew something was wrong but he couldn’t tell. The general was pounding so deep it made her nearly sick; she could feel his cock almost in her gut.





Koko finally with a sweet goodbye hung up, her father instantly groaning in satisfaction.


“Take it you tight ass bitch.” He began to even pump faster.” By the time I’m finished with you we’ll be able to drive a train up there.”


Kajal screamed on her gag he was hammering into her with abandon. She felt like her ass would explode the friction burning red hot. And the horror, what was in store? What more did he have planned for her sweet tight holes?


Koko turned to leave brushing her long hair with her hand. She gave a cute look back over her shoulder at Kajal and her father both looking at two rutting beetles the table shuddering under the hammering.


The general didn’t want it to stop; he could have fucked her tight ass for eternity. She was under him subservient; obedient finally she was getting the message.



Kajal couldn’t have resisted if she tried his weight, his piercing cock and her binds stopping her from moving. She felt his cock finally, thankfully unload inside her ass.


“Oh God this can’t be happening!” She said over and over as two, three then four spurts of his thick African come filled her for the first but definitely not the last time.