Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Anushka watched her daughter-in-law and son closely at breakfast. She had to hand it to them, they didn't act like anything out of the ordinary had happened. Sure, Krishan was quiet as he munched his cereal. And, yes, Hansika was a bit taciturn. But if Anushka hadn't seen them rutting like animals with her own eyes, she would never have known.


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Karun, Ganesh, and Shriya certainly seemed none the wiser. Anushka excused herself from the table and went into the kitchen to pour herself another mug of coffee. She listened to Ganesh prattle on about bathroom tiles. Karun occasionally offered a remark to let his father know he was listening. Anushka tuned them out and watched the steam rise from her cup. It swirled, twisted, and jelled into two clots rhythmically pulsing together.



Oh, Gosh. Anushka's hand went to her mouth. She glanced over her shoulder, but no one in the dining room was watching her. The wisps of steam had coalesced and formed two figures in the air above the kitchen counter. They were clearly representative of a man and a woman, and they humped just as Hansika and Krishan had done the night before. Just as Anushka, herself, had done with her son. She watched the mating figures undulate, and butterflies flapped in her stomach.







What was wrong with the them? The women who'd sworn to love and protect their men had tossed their vows out like yesterday's recycling. Anushka watched the steam hump and hump. She realized that if she was going to prevent Krishan from mating Hansika again, she'd have to give a little and help him with his penis again. The thought sent more butterflies to her tummy, and wetness to her panties. Of course, she wouldn't need to have sex with him again. Oral sex wasn't cheating, and that should be enough to satisfy a horny teenager.



"Mom?" Shriya carried her empty plate into the kitchen.



"Yes?" Anushka frantically waved at the steam, erasing the humping figures.



"Can I have a few bucks?" Shriya placed her plate in the sink. "I have a class this aftercollege and I'll need to buy a snack."



"Sure, pumpkin." Anushka nodded and fetched her purse. She pulled out a 500 and handed it to her daughter. "Good?"



Shriya nodded and her elfin features lit up in a smile. "Thanks, Mom. You're the best."



"You're welcome " Anushka smiled back. She needed to get to the Samatar house this morning. If nothing else, she'd protect that sweet innocence written all over Shriya's eighteen-year-old face.







Anushka shepherded her children out the door. The twins walked down the long driveway to catch the bus. Karun and Hansika got in their pickup truck to drive back to their house. When they'd gone, Anushka returned to the dining room to find Ganesh finishing his coffee.



"I'm headed back to the east tower." Ganesh smiled up at his wife. "Want to help with some electrical?"



"I ... can't." Anushka frowned.



"What's up?" Ganesh stood and walked over to his wife.



"I ..." Anushka couldn't think of a lie. She wasn't good at duplicity, despite all the secrets she'd been keeping from Ganesh recently. "I need to stop by the Samatar's house."



"Can't it wait?" Ganesh's smile faded.



"No, it can't." Anushka took a deep breath. "I'll be back soon."



"Well, don't give them any money." Ganesh gave his wife a pat on the butt and walked past her. He couldn't help notice how round her backside had become. "Find me in the tower when you're back. I could use your help today."



"Yes, dear." Anushka turned and watched him go. She felt so torn. Ganesh needed her to be his true and faithful wife. Krishan needed her to take care of him as only a mother could. Shriya needed her protection. Karun needed her to save his marriage. And even the house needed her to keep its secrets. She took a deep breath and retrieved her purse and car keys. She'd do her best to give everyone what they needed.



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The pickup truck pulled away from the short driveway. Hansika waved to Karun as he sped off to work. She let herself into their house. Their space was filled with tasteful furniture, framed art prints, and photos of Karun and Hansika. There was a framed picture from their wedding day and another from their honeymoon hanging in the living room. Everything seemed so small and empty.



Hansika shivered as she thought about how stretched and full her pussy had been just hours ago as eighteen-year-old Krishan dumped a huge load inside her. How surreal a thing. Her thighs trembled. Jeez, she was walking around with Krishan's cum in her that very moment. Earlier that morning, she'd brushed her teeth with a womb full of teenage jizz. She'd talked calmly with her husband in their truck driving home. She eaten breakfast, with a pussy full of sperm. Hansika rushed toward her bedroom, shedding her clothes along the way.



Naked on her bed, Hansika's hand found her pussy and she rubbed at her lips and clit. She had about eight hours until Karun returned home. She intended to have many orgasms in that time. All the while thinking about enormous cocks. Thoughts about Krishan's hot load wove around thoughts about the impossibly cold cum Sunny had deposited in her vagina the day before. The boys in that house had used her for their pleasure, and she'd loved it. She'd loved it so much, she'd made a devil's bargain with a phantom. Hansika's large breasts wobbled as she brought herself to the first of many orgasms she intended to give herself that day. She screamed out in the small, empty house. When she came down from the high, her hand went right back to work.







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[url=https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fin.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F672584525578467457%2F&psig=AOvVaw3tPTAJ_sdOQuCaMioIO-OA&ust=1593826923966000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CA0QjhxqGAoTCIiejZH6r-oCFQAAAAAdAAAAABCNAg]The Samatar house was about as different from  Mansion as a house could get. A blocky bungalow with no detail or charm, situated in a neighborhood full of such houses. Anushka rang the doorbell and waited, her hands clasped in front of her. Her fingers, mindlessly, twisted at the blue fabric of her dress. Anushka looked down and noticed a line of salt running just in front of the threshold. The salt ran off to the side of the door, where a it formed a symbol that, to Anushka, looked very much like a fire-breathing dragon.