Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Sahith1995]

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Things were getting overwhelming for Krishan, so other
than daily blowjobs from his mom, he took a few days
off from sex. He didn't want Hansika to show up at
college again, or do anything else unexpected. He
especially didn't want her to do anything that might tip
off Anushka about what was going on.

 So, he promised her via text that he'd stop over after college on Monday.
 He hoped that would hold her off.
Friday night rolled around, and Krishan went to bed
early. He was in the middle of a wonderful dream, when
a cold hand on his shoulder pulled him from sleep. His
eyes shot open in panic, but then a wide, groggy smile
spread across his face in the dark. He looked up to see
Nayanthara beaming down at him. She wore a long
nightgown, and Krishan could see that she was still not
pregnant.

"Your efforts are bearing fruit, dearie." Nayanthara
smiled back at her handsome boy and gently sat at the
edge of his bed. "As you can see, I can touch you again.
You're filling the house with such wonderful energy.
Positively rambunctious."

"It's great to see you, Nayanthara."
"And as always, Krish, you are a sight for sore eyes."
She folded his blanket and tucked it under his chin.
"Now, did I see that you planted your seed inside your
mother again?"
Krishan nodded.

"Well, done. Truly phenomenal. And for that I will
reward you." Nayanthara twisted her ring with its
binary diamonds around her finger very slowly. "But
first I have a few requests."
"What?" Krishan raised his eyebrows.
"I would like you to take the marvelous Anushka
through the back avenue."
"Her butt?" Krishan hated to tell Nayanthara no, but
he shook his head. "Mom would never go for it."

"She would." Nayanthara nodded good naturedly. "If
it's that, or bearing another child, she'll try it. I
promise."
"Really?" Krishan was skeptical.
"I would also like you to bring your brother's wife back
to the house and take her here." She smiled patiently,
like a teacher laying out the coursework for the week.

"It was good for the house when you shook her
carriage at her place. But it would be much better
within these walls."

"I don't know." Krishan didn't much like these
requests. "We'll get caught."
"Just as you and your mother have been caught?"
Nayanthara winked at him. "I can't make you disappear,
but I can help obfuscate your relations, dearie."
"You can?" Thinking it over, it now made sense that
Shriya or his father hadn't discovered what he'd been
up to. He was never as careful as he intended.

"My last chore for you is to visit Ileana tomorrow at
eleven o'clock in the morning." Nayanthara pulled the
blanket down past Krishan's knees and took in an eyeful
of his pale, skinny form. She smiled at his hard
bludgeon, poking up past the waistband of his strange
underwear. It rested past his belly button. "Her
husband and children will leave her for a time
tomorrow. Make congress with her again and invite her
back to the house for a later date. Can you do that for
me?" She brushed her fingertips along his cockhead
and gently pulled down his underwear.
"Yes." Krishan nodded.

"Good boy." Nayanthara stood and pulled her nightgown over her head.

 she had smaller boobs, and a much
younger looking body. "Now, for your reward I intend
to teach you much you do not know about a woman's
body." She reached down, formed a v with her fingers,
and pulled at her vagina. "Do you know about the love
button?" With her other hand, she pointed out her clit.
Krishan nodded.
"Good, let me show you what to do with it. This is how
to properly tend to the crinkum crankum."

Krishan had forgotten how frigid Nayanthara's skin
was. He was eager to learn. After he'd brought her to
a loud orgasm, he watched her alabaster body bounce
onto the bed and lay on her back. The triangle of hair
between her legs look so bright on her pale skin.

"With such a long bludgeon, you have more positions
open to you than most men, dearie. Let me show you a
few." Nayanthara guided Krishan into a reverse
missionary position, and they went at it for several
minutes.
"That's amazing." Krishan felt like he really could treat
a woman differently than other men. It was an
intoxicating thought.
"Most men would feel pain, but you have a distinct
advantage." She lifted his hips on the outstroke and
dislodged him. "Now learn the Irish garden." She put
him on his back and lowered herself facing away from
him, so that her legs extended past his shoulders and
her breasts kissed the sheets. They writhed like that
for a while. "You may slap me, Krish."

"That's okay." Krishan instead gripped the back of her
thighs.
"Slap me, Krishan." She looked back over her shoulder
at him with a dark look.
Krishan smacked her right butt cheek. And then the
left one. "Like that?"
"That's a good lad."
Nayanthara ran him through many new positions. She
called them names like iron throne, tulip, and rabbit
ears. It was a whirlwind of sex for Krishan, and by the
time they finished he'd cum in her frigid pussy three
times.

Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed five times.
Dawn was coming. Nayanthara tucked Krishan back in
bed and kissed his sweaty brow. "There now. Remember
what you learned. These lessons will come into use
sooner rather than later."
"Goodnight, Nayanthara." Krishan closed his eyes with a contented smile. It was so nice to have her back.

"Goodnight my prince." And with that, Nayanthara
vanished.

~~

All houses seemed tiny to Krishan, now that he lived in
Mansion. But the Ileana house seemed excessively small
and unadorned from the outside. Krishan stood on the
front step rubbing his hands together with nervous
tension. If Nayanthara hadn't asked this of him, he
never would have been there. Not in a million years. He
mustered his courage and rang the doorbell. When
nothing happened, he gave the front door a timid knock.
A few seconds later, the front door opened and Ileana
looked out at Krishan. Her welcoming smile faded when
she saw who it was. "Krishan. What are you doing
here?" Deep inside, she felt a pull to protect and
indulge the boy. But she now knew she had willpower
and could resist the pull of that accursed house.

"I have to see you, Can I come in?" Krishan shifted his
weight from one foot to the other and back again. He
tugged at his t-shirt.
"I am sorry, you may not." Ileana wore her usual long,
flowing dress. she made her presence known in the
doorway. He would not pass into her home. "Even if I
were to forget all that happened between us, I cannot
allow a man into my home without my husband present."
She looked around the neighborhood. No one watched
them.

"Please?" Krishan wanted to reach out and touch her,
but dared not. "I'm only eighteen, I'm sure Ileana
wouldn't mind."
Ileana screwed her eyes at him like he was crazy, but
stepped aside. She put a hand on his bony shoulder and
pulled him into the house. "Fine, but be quick. I
shouldn't be doing this." She closed the door behind
them and led him into the living room.
The house smelled like strange spices to Krishan. The
décor was different than any home he'd been in
before, lots of small statues and lavish textiles on the
walls. "Okay, this isn't easy to say, so ..." Krishan took a
deep breath. "... I'll just say it. We need to have sex
again."
"Are you crazy?" Ileana wasn't sure what she was
expecting, but this wasn't it. Maybe an apology. Maybe
an update on the demons that plagued that house. "I
should beat you with my broom."

"Look, I'm sorry." Krishan unbuttoned his pants and
dropped them around his ankles. He could see her eyes
zero in on the bulge in his micro-boxers. "But you really
liked it last time, remember?" He dropped his
underwear, too. His dick flopped out at half-mast. "And
there's still poison left. I need you to draw out the
poison."
"You seem to have an inexhaustible supply of poison."
Ileana stepped over to him and reached down toward
that massive penis. She brushed her fingernails over
the veins and watched it grow. The head of it grew
darker and darker. Was her willpower really abandoning
her now? "Don't you see? If I help you, I draw the
poison inside me."
"I hadn't thought about it that way." Krishan sighed.
Her touch felt so good.

"You poisoned my well." She gripped his strange thing
and stroked it with her left hand. It was now hard as
steel. "But I suppose I did what needed to be done to
protect you." She looked into the teenager's face and
could see the pleasure her hand gave him. "Did you
know that my touch ruptured the dreamstone? And
that I watched as the little, evil pieces fled into the
world? I could have stopped it. But I did not."
Krishan shook his head. He wasn't sure what she was
talking about. "Let's go to your bedroom."

"Once more." Ileana bit her lip as her eyes traveled
back down to his big thing. "Just this once more,
promise me."
"I promise." Krishan looked down at her hand moving on
his dick. "How come you don't have a wedding ring?"
"That is not our tradition." Ileana took hold of his penis
and led him by it into the bedroom she shared with
husband. A short time later, she rode him with his long
thing way up inside her. She still had on her dress,
pulled up around her hips, and she still wore her veil.
Her eyes glazed over, and she gritted her teeth in
ecstasy. How could anything feel so good?

"Are you going to cum again?" Krishan looked up at the
ecstatic woman as she gyrated her hips in little circles
on him.
"Gggggghhhhhhhhh." Ileana couldn't quite get words
out of her mouth. Stars exploded before her eyes like
watching god's creation. She threw her head back and
screamed.
This woman was completely losing control on his dick
was an unforgettable sight for Krishan. He just wished
Nayanthara could be there to see it, too. Suddenly,
Krishan wondered what Anushka would say if she could see this wife writhing with Krishan on her marriage
bed. Maybe she wouldn't approve.
When her orgasm passed, Ileana changed her motion to
long strokes. She placed her hands on Krishan's chest
and bounced with enough force that she completely
lifted off the bed on every upstroke. "What ... uh ... uh
... have you done ... to me?" She whined. "How can I --"
She was interrupted by her phone ringing. She turned
her head. Her mobile was where she'd left it over on
her dresser. She stopped her motions and looked down
at Krishan in wide-eyed panic. "I must ... check that. It
could be ... my husband ." She tried to slow her
breathing.

"Let it go to voicemail." Krishan flexed his dick inside
her and felt her pussy involuntarily squeeze back. "I
never answer my phone." But he watched her pull off
him and race across the room. He got a good view of
her curvy butt before her dress fell back down around
her ankles.
It was as she feared, her husband calling. Ileana picked
up the phone, but before answering she looked over her
shoulder at the pale, naked boy laying on her bed. His
penis stood proudly up in the air. "Quiet now, he cannot
know you are here." Without giving Krishan a chance to
respond, she answered the call and held the phone up
to her ear. "Hello ... husband," She said.
"You sound out of breath," Maxamed said, "What's
wrong?"
"I was just ... doing chores." Ileana leaned with her
elbows on the dresser, her back to the bed. She tensed
when she felt hands on her backside, lifting her dress.
She looked over her shoulder to see Krishan behind
her. She gave him a fierce stare.
"You are supposed to be resting," Maxamed said.
"You've been through much. I did not take the children to my mother's so that you could tire yourself around
the house."

"Sorry, I ... I ..." Ileana had a hard time forming a
thought when Krishan slipped back inside her. It didn't
hurt at all anymore. He had changed her vagina. "I just
... wanted to get some ... things done." She realized now
she would need to do chores after Krishan left so that
Maxamed wouldn't get suspicious.
"Well, you sound terrible, woman." Maxamed sounded a
little angry. "Get to bed this instant."
"Yesss." Ileana turned and walked with little steps
toward the bed, the teenager still humping her from
behind. They crossed the room this way, and she got
onto all fours on the mattress, his penis never leaving
her vagina. "I am ... in bed ... now." In this new position,
Krishan gave it to her harder. She feared Maxamed
would hear the slapping of his hips on her butt. "I
musssst ... be going ... now."

"Are you so winded from a trip to bed? Get some sleep.
I cannot have a wife in such a weakened state."
Maxamed was so used to giving orders, but he did not
know, he had little control over his wife at the moment.
Ileana held the phone away from her ear. Her
husband's voice sounded so tiny and insignificant.
"Resting now, dear husband. Goodbye." And she turned
the call off and dropped the phone to the bed. "Why
would you ... uh ... uh ... do that?" She launched her hips
back at him with every thrust. "If he caught us ..." But
she stopped speaking when Krishan stopped thrusting.
He moved her legs so that she was on her feet, squatting, with her hands placed right in front of her
toes.
"I'm sorry. You just looked so cute bent over like that.
I couldn't stop myself." He held her hips and started
thrusting again.
"What ... is ... this?" Ileana felt so exposed. She'd
never dreamed of a position like this.
"I don't remember ... uh ... uh ... what Nayanthara
called it." He slapped her butt and she yelped but
offered no further protest. "I call ... the position ...
froggy style," Krishan panted.
"God have mercy. You're ... even deeper ... this way."
Ileana was swept away by another orgasm.

Watching her shake and twist in this new position,
Krishan felt his balls churn. "I'm gonna ... cum." Hearing
no protest from her, he unloaded deep inside Ileana.
Spurt after spurt of hot spunk filled her up and an
electric feeling ran through his nerves. After cumming,
Krishan pulled her off his dick and she fell face
forward onto the bed. Her dress still bunched above
her butt. Krishan could see her pussy leaking cum. He
gave her butt one last gentle smack and fell on the bed
next to her. "That was great."

"Mmmrrrpphh." Ileana mumbled something into the
blanket.
"So, I know I said this would be the last time, but ..."
Krishan traced the curve of her butt with his fingers.
She was different than Hansika and Anushka. "I need
you to come to the house. I promise that will be the
last time. Okay?"

"The ... very ... last time?" Ileana's vagina still hummed
with joy, even as Krishan's seed slowly leaked out of
her. More poison, she thought.
"How about tomorrow night, can you get away?" Krishan
stood up and dressed himself slowly.
"Maxamed would never let me." Ileana knew she was
giving him an eyeful with her butt up in the air, but she
couldn't bring herself to move.
"After he goes to sleep then." Krishan thought about
that scary man sleeping in this very bed tomorrow
night. How odd a thing that he was in this man's inner
sanctum.
A rush of warmth and a need to protect Krishan moved
through Ileana. She rolled onto her side to look up at
him. Her veil was out of place, so she straightened it.
"I will do that for you." She nodded with a solemn
expression on her face.
"Great." Dressed now, Krishan bent down and kissed
her on the cheek. "Thank you, so much. How about
midnight? I'll meet you at the front door."

She nodded.
"I don't want to be here when your husband gets back,
so I'm going to jet. Okay? See you soon."
"Go out the back way." Ileana couldn't help but smile
seeing Krishan's exuberance when she accepted his
invitation. "The sliding door next to the living room."
"Will do." He waved and bounded out of the bedroom.
Ileana sighed. What had she gotten herself into? She
forced her sore body to move. She had cleaning to do.