Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

I heard of this guy before. He was Manjari's boss, and he owned the whole damn consortium. I piped up, "Manjari, why is this guy here, and when is he leaving."


"Gani and I are not only colleagues, but we're also friends," said Manjari in an assertive tone.


I refrained from saying much more as I knew it was futile. "Oh, OK," I said in a civil tone. Gani looked at the ground, trying to pretend he was embarrassed for me. In reality, he was enjoying every moment.


Manjari remarked, "Raju, it's 1.30 am, and you have to get the boys ready for college in the morning. Gani and I are just going to have a glass of wine. I think you should get some sleep."


"Yeah," I said sheepishly. I wanted to turn to dust at that moment. I forcefully lifted my knee in an attempt to walk away, fearful I may not be able to move.





I stayed up all night, peeking out of the barred window, which raised one inch above the ground. Gani's green Mercedes was parked outside. Knowing Manjari, they haven't had sex yet. After all, she made me wait a year. If there was no sex, there's no loss. Manjari and I could still get back together. "Yes, Yes, Yes," I screamed while covering my mouth. The Mercedes was pulling out, and I could not contain my joy. She was still mine.


It was Saturday, the boy's game day. I had not seen Gani in two weeks. I doubt if he was even still on the scene. Manjari and I had also been getting on much better. Last night was the breakthrough, though. When the kids went to bed, we stayed up watching friends reruns. It was just like the old days. I came down the stairs, all excited and high on life. I knew I'd get another chance. I could feel it.


As I skipped down the stairs, I came to an abrupt, sudden stop. Gani was seated at the breakfast bar with a pretentious yellow jumper dbangd over his shoulders. I felt so physically sick. I didn't even acknowledge them. I ran out the door and jumped in the car, fiercely speeding out the gates. 



Driving back, I was thinking, "how can I get the straps without them seeing me." I knew the straps were in our wardrobe in my old room. I thought, "that's perfect. It's 2 pm in the day so nobody will be upstairs. I'll just go in the back door and run up without anyone noticing me. Yeah, that'll work."


I opened the door real slow and tip-toed up the stairs. Thankfully, I had the key to my old room. I shuffled the keys, nervous that they'd hear me.


I turned the key and opened the door slowly. I looked down as the heavy hardwood door opened. I was hit by an intense musky smell and unmistakable rampant sexual energy. I could see the long hair of a woman gyrating back and forth. Her movements correlated with her pants and subtle screams.


I merged into a trance-like state and moved forward. Her soft, pert ass cheek was riding in a consistent motion, sporadically shaking with intensity. Above her buttox, her hair was galloping like a preened, royal pony against her lower back. I moved my gaze further left, only to ascertain that her perky breasts were bouncing in a stable, rhythmic form.





My mouth open, I thought, "Who is this beautiful angel?" This majestic creature turned in my direction. Her eyes were rolling with such pleasure, that she failed to assert who I was in that instant. I came to reality quicker and thought to myself, "It's my Manjari, my beautiful Manjari."


Manjari screamed, bursting my bubble of bliss, "Raju, get the hell out. You shouldn't be here."


For those few fleeting seconds, I was in a state of euphoria because I was witness to true female beauty. However, the cruel realities were beginning to emerge.


I took my fixed gaze away from this beautiful woman and looked right. It was Gani, his strong glutes clenched together, continually flexing and pulsating with aggression. This animal was penetrating, my angel, my Manjari. He was taking her from behind as if she was a one-night stand, a slut. He had no respect for the beauty and elegance before him; he was fucking her as if she was a cocktail waitress in Vegas.


Manjari looked left, "No, Raju, get out. Please, you shouldn't be here." Her words came out broken, each one divided by her panting as this pig continued to ravage her.





Still, in a mindless trance, I heard another voice. Gani in a pompous tone, "Raju, get out now. Can't you see we're busy." I stood there shocked, my feet froze to the ground. My mouth open, just trying to piece together all these images and their implications.


"OK then, stand there. You won't ruin my fun," said Gani as he put Manjari's hair into a ponytail, pulling her tail towards him while simultaneously raising her butt and arching her back. Once in position, he increased both the tempo and precision of his penetration.


In the momentary gaps between his penis entering and exiting her, Manjari spoke as fast as she could before being interrupted by her uncontrolled moans of pleasure. "Please..Uh, Raju...Ah, please just leave. I don't..ah, ah, ah, ah, want you to see this. Please, Raju. It's not good for you. Aah.. Please Raju"


I wanted to move but I couldn't, I went to move my arm, but it seemed so heavy. I tried to speak, but my throat seized up, no sound came out.





Gani stopped for a moment, "Forget him, Manjari. If he stays there, it's his own damn fault.


Manjari sensing Gani was about to recommence penetration, "Raju, please. Please do it for me. Please leave"


As Manjari finished her sentence, Gani grabbed onto a clump of her hair, "I gave you every chance to leave, but you seem intent on watching me pleasure your wife. Fine, you want to learn about the birds and the bees. I'm the king bee, and this is my little bee, my soft, sweet princess bee. Watch closely"


As Gani firmly pulled Manjari's hair, her gaze left mine, and she faced forward. Her eyes now pointed to the ceiling, and her chin raised.


Gani guided his hand under her gently to ensure she was still wet; she was. He placed his right hand on her ass cheek while still holding her hair with his left hand. His outstretched arms were so thick and muscular.


"Ah, ah, ah," re-emerged. Manjari's innocent screams correlated and contrasted with the dull, forceful sound of Gani thrusting himself in and out of her. His cock dictated her screams by its chosen force, its movement. Gani, now oblivious to me even being there, picked up the pace. He pulled her hair, further reigning Manjari into him, and not letting her escape his grip.





"Aaaaaah," Manjari yelped this solitary noise in recognition of Gani driving deeper inside her. Manjaris' screams were so deep, varied, and precise. "Uh, ah, aah, aaah," continued like a symphony orchestra per the instructions of its conductor. The sole conductor, the master, was Gani. His cock was his baton, and Manjari was just a subservient receptor of his greatness. He controlled, penetrated, and pleasured my Manjari at his will. Gani chose when to make her scream, the velocity of her pants, the depth of her tears. His control was such that he dictated the very heaviness of her breathing.