Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

When Ileana did go home it was simply a place to retreat to, to rest and wait for the next phone call and sexual date. Her husband, their house, her so called home was nothing more than a rest stop on the road to debauchery and infidelity that had become her new way of life. Her relationship with her husband was no longer about love but rather more just feeling sorry for the poor bastard she only had sex with him on rare occasions and soon she found it so unfulfilling she just stopped completely and he never bothered to complain.




Mr. Money Bags took her on numerous long trips to places like Vegas and Cancun which she found exciting having never been out the mid-west before. Then he took down to Rio for an entire week. They went to some nightclubs and expensive restaurants where she saw older wealthy gentlemen with much younger very sexy women who she later learned were high priced escorts. They intrigued her and she spent time watching their every move and she even took the opportunity to talk to a couple of them in the ladies room.

Mr. Money Bags held a number of parties at his place where she was expected to entertain the guest. She had no illusions the Mr. Money Bags was pimping her out, but then again that was exactly what her husband had done and what put her in this situation in the first place. She knew she should feel like a victim here but she really did not. All she knew was that it was a hell of lot better life than she had before and that she felt much more appreciated than at any other time in her life.



It was a few months later at one of those parties when one of the very rich foreign clients came up to her and after some small talked asked if there was place where they could be alone. She knew what he wanted and she was fine with it, after all that was what she was essentially there for. Ileana took him to one of the back bedrooms well removed from the main part of the house where they could have sex.

Afterwards when they were done and he left, she stayed there for few minutes waiting so it would not be too blatantly obvious they had been together since the man was there with his wife. She was lying on the bed wearing only a black garter belt and dark stocking enjoying the cool air on her naked body when a young man wondered into the room, the son of one of the big name clients. She wasn't sure if he was lost or if he had come there seeking her out on purpose.



The young man who was only in his first year of college looked thin and fit and had sandy blonde hair. The surprise and chagrin look on his face was even more comical than hers. He observed her lying sprawled across the giant bed still covered in the sex from another man and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Ileana wasn't sure what to say or do, on the other hand she liked the looks of this young puppy and as he eagerly pulled off his shirt and started undoing his belt she was genuinely captivated with him and lost in the anticipation of how he would look naked on top of her enthusiastically pounding his young cock deep inside her.



She willing pounced on the opportunity of corrupting this young boy and giving him a special kind of fucking that only an experienced woman with just the right number of years and sexual experience can provide. She relished the idea of her using someone else for sex for a change.

She knew young boys are never any good at foreplay and since he already had a very respectable hard-on she spread her legs and invited him to plant himself inside her already well used pussy. Clearly he didn't care about anything else but fucking her. Ileana didn't think twice about it either, at least he was focused on her and not something else and he was young and eager to please. She had fucked a lot of men for their pleasure now she was going to fuck one strictly for her own sexual needs.

Fucking one man right after another she felt so cheap, so dirty, so naughty, and yet so powerful and validated as a women. She had given up control of so many things in her life and yet she now felt more powerful and in control than ever before, certainly more than she had ever felt being a dutiful wife to her loser husband.



As the handsome young stallion started to cum inside her she could tell he was unsure as to if he should pull out or not. "Don't pull out baby cum inside me. I want you're cum inside me as much as you do." she gently moaned in a soft reassuring voice.

He relaxed back down on top of her and thrust himself in even deeper as she wrapped her legs around his torso and pulled him all the way in until the head of his exploding young penis was blasting right up against her cervix.

She could see in his eyes that he was somewhat overwhelmed and excited, and appreciative over what had just happened. His face was so young and so innocent it brought out her motherly instincts and she just wanted to hug and comfort him like a lost little boy who needed to be loved, but then her own body overrode those feelings when own orgasm and after spasms made her return back to the here and now.



As her own convulsions subside she smiled to herself in the dimly lit room with the young boy of a man still lying on top of her, both exhausted and just enjoying the moment. She knew that none of the younger girls he had ever been with would have fucked him like she just did.

She was now his Mrs. Robinson, an erotic memory he would be embellishing well into his later manhood years, that dirty little secret he would carry with him and make him smile at the most inopportune times for years to come. She was the women he would now compare all other women to for the rest of his.

She felt smug and more than a little delighted with herself, there were numerous milestones in her slippery decent into this life of debauchery, and this was one of the more memorable ones that she could fully embrace and enjoy. She knew she should feel guilty about it, but she didn't.



A few weeks later she was working another social event when Mr. Money Bags brought her over and introduced her to a new out of town client.

Thomas was a tall extremely handsome black man with a British accent originally from the Islands who had studied at Oxford and done a short tour of duty with British Royal Marines before returning home to take over his family's business which was apparently doing extremely well. She estimated his age to be about 35. He was tall about six three to Ileana's five six and his skin was a dark brown like an expensive dark chocolate that you savior and enjoy only on special occasions. He had a slender but muscular, build, he wore his hair short, and his brown eyes were large and sparkled and he had a certain charm she had not experienced even with all the sophisticated men she had entertained previously.



Every time this man spoke she would fixate on the movement of his lips and Ileana would immediately begin to zone out. She felt a strange thrill and an indescribable kind of desire pulsating through her slowly at first then increasing in intensity the more she tried to fight it. She tried desperately to get those thoughts to leave her brain, but they wouldn't be denied and they were now consuming her every thought.

Between her legs she had noticed a strong sensation of arousal that was taking over her body. She looked straight ahead, but she could sense that his eyes were watching her and she wondered if felt the same animal attraction that she did.

Even though he was wearing an expensive suit she could just imagine him as some magnificent Mandingo warrior dressed in loin cloth holding a long spear ready to take her as the spoils of war to be violated and used for his pleasure.

In her imagination she knew he had an unbelievable penis, because she could see the bulge it made in his pants. Her thoughts strayed to a fantasy of how incredible it would be to breed with him, how she would take him in her pussy and in her ass, and fuck him like he had never been fucked before, her body moving on his huge cock until it filled her with tidal waves of his forbidden seed that would transform her body and her soul forever.



Eventually Mr. Money Bags excused himself and wondered off to greet some newly arrived guests leaving Ileana to entertain Thomas by herself. They made small talk for a few minutes and went through a couple of drinks enjoying each other's company. At some point Thomas moved close to her and he gently squeezed her hands. "You know I think you are quite a beautiful woman." Ileana couldn't believe it; this absolute god, this vision of black manhood was hitting on her. While he spoke Ileana looked up into his soulful dark eyes.

"Would you be upset if I kissed you?" he asked. She didn't respond but smiled approvingly at him. He leaned in towards her and gently kissed her. She didn't move, his kiss was quite passionate and it had her heartbeat racing. He lifted his head again, placed his hands on her waist, and began to kiss her and slide his tongue in her mouth. They were the most passion-filled kisses She have ever had known.



They were both becoming aroused and Thomas started to hike up her skirt. His hands were all over her ass, he even rubbed between the cleft and briefly touched her asshole. At that point she indicated that maybe she should show him some other parts of the house, especially the back bedrooms. He nodded his approval and they proceeded down the hall where she knew they would not be disturbed and she could give him her full attention.