Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"With what?" Shriya found Nayanthara's smile disarming. Her math forgotten, Shriya lost herself in Nayanthara's pretty eyes. It occurred to Shriya that she might be a lesbian.





"Well, first thing's first." Nayanthara reached behind her neck and unbuttoned her dress. "It's late afternoon and you haven't eaten anything since you arrived home. You must be famished." Nayanthara lowered her dress, exposing her breasts. Her dark nipples stood out on her pale, freckled flesh.


"They're beautiful." Shriya licked her lips.


"They're not just for regarding, dearie." Nayanthara clasped the teenager firmly on the back of her head, brushed Shriya's hair from her face with her other hand, and brought Shriya's mouth to her right nipple. "Drink." Nayanthara held her firmly as the girl struggled for the briefest of moments against this new intimacy. But then the sound of sucking and gulping joined the crackling of the fire. "Good girl." Nayanthara let Shriya suckle for a while, and then moved Shriya to her other breast.





"Mmmmmppppphhhhhhhh." Shriya practically purred as she drank from this strange woman in what had to be a perverted dream. The cold milk slid down her throat. She could feel its chill spreading out from her stomach. She wanted more and more. Shriya didn't think of herself as a greedy person, but she wanted to drain Nayanthara dry.


"There now." Nayanthara lifted Shriya from her breast and looked into the girl's dazed eyes. "Now that we're sated, let's move onto today's lesson."


"Lesson?" Shriya blinked. It seemed the room slowly swam around her.


"You need to learn how to please a woman if you don't want to squander our benefactor's gifts." Nayanthara stood and slowly undressed as the girl stared at her. When she was naked, Nayanthara sat back down on the sofa and gently moved Shriya to the floor between her legs. "Your enthusiasm is much admired. But zeal is no substitute for skill."





"I'm not sure we should ..." Shriya's voice trailed away as she looked at the woman's pussy up close. A haired triangle rose above the slit. Higher still was the round, pregnant belly. Shriya focused on the pussy itself. Slight, protruding lips, with a delightful tangy scent. Shriya felt Nayanthara's hand return to the back of her head and then pressure moved her closer and closer until her nose brushed against short hairs. Shriya darted her tongue out and licked at the moisture. Like the rest of her, Nayanthara's pussy was cold. And she tasted wonderful, almost spicy. Shriya took another lick and another. Soon she was lapping happily.


"As always, your enthusiasm is something to behold." Nayanthara guided the girl's head. She couldn't quite see Shriya's work with her belly in the way, but she'd trained so many women over the years that these first licks were second nature to Nayanthara. "Do you know where my love-button is?" Nayanthara drew her breath in and held it. "Yes. Good girl. Now nibble ... no, not so hard ... good ... yes ... now roll the button with your tongue ... oh ... and the finger is a nice touch ... aaaahhhhhhhh ..." Nayanthara's legs trembled, and she held them open with a hand under each thigh. "You're a ... oh ... natural, dearie. Here ... it ... comes ..." Nayanthara's heavy breasts and round belly shook as she worked her way through a marvelous climax.





Shriya leaned back so she could see the pretty woman's face as she came, but Shriya stayed on her knees and kept working that cold pussy with her fingers. Shriya's shiny mouth curved into a smile when she saw one of Nayanthara's eyelids flutter and the woman's mouth hang open. What power to be able to reduce such a noble woman to jelly.


When Nayanthara calmed some, she removed Shriya's fingers from her vagina and smiled down at the girl. "You learn fast. Excellent work." Nayanthara stood and gathered her dress from the floor. "Next time I will show you how to receive such pleasure."


"Really?" Did this woman just say she'd go down on Shriya? Just as she was going to ask Nayanthara a litany of questions, the room around them swam together and Shriya shut her eyes. When she opened them, she was sitting on the couch, with her calculus in her lap. The fireplace sat dark in the corner and the room seemed normal as ever. Shriya licked her lips and could still taste Nayanthara there. Her heart raced. Shriya couldn't wait to see the Nayan again.





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Most mornings, Anushka followed Krishan into one of the house's many bathrooms to get his day off to a good start. It was a little risky, but what was a mother to do? She couldn't send him off to school with a monster stiffy.