Indian Actress Sex Story
South Indian Actor Regina Cassandra Sex Story
The day started off like any other Saturday: I woke up, nursing a little hangover, walked into my kitchen and made some coffee. It was a bright day outside and somewhere around 10 o’clock. I slowly got dressed and made myself a little breakfast, picked up my laptop and set off sending some emails I’d neglected the day before.
That went on for about an hour or two when there was a sudden knock on the door. I looked up, perplexed, and slowly walked to the door, hearing the knocking again.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I moaned, slightly annoyed, when I opened up the door and nearly died.
Standing on my porch was a brunette. She was wearing a yellow button up shirt and a white skirt, high white socks, she even had a cute little pink band in her hair and a big smile.
“Good afternoon, sir!” She beamed, and I looked past her, sure I was being set up for some kind of prank by one of my asshole friends.
“Uh, good afternoon,” I replied, looking her up and down. She had tiny little tits, maybe a b cup, but just barely.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m going door to door selling magazines to raise money for my church’s youth mission trip!” She bounced, pretty energetic.
“Oh, yeah, charity huh?” I smiled. “Sheesh it’s hot out here!” I laughed.
“Oh, yeah, it’s really hot,” she giggled.
“Wanna come in? You’re letting all the cool air out,” I said, leaving the door open and walking back into my kitchen. “We can talk about your magazines or whatever in here.”
I didn’t linger to watch her hesitate, I just walked back to my living room, and soon she was inside, peaking around my place, slowly closing the door behind her and following me.
“Wow, you have a nice place!” She giggled.
“Thanks, sit down, you want some water?” I asked, and she nodded her head eagerly.
“Oh, yes please!” She smiled, sitting down on the couch and putting her backpack in front of her. She pulled out a large catalog and when I came back she started going through it.
“We have all sorts of magazines to choose from, Life, Time, Rolling stones.” She smiled, reaching for the glass and chugging it when I handed it to her.
“They make you go out on a hot day like this to sell magazines?” I asked as I sat down next to her, and she bit her lip.
“Well, no, they don’t make me,” she looked away, almost ashamed, “but, well, my parents can’t afford to send me on the trip, and I really want to go!”
I frowned at her, shaking my head.
“And the only way for you to raise money is to sell magazine subscriptions?” I asked, and she nodded.
“How much more money do you need to raise?” I asked and she looked up.
“Well, I’ve only been able to sell three magazine subscriptions in the past two days, and at this rate, I’ll never make it.” She frowned, and I saw my window of opportunity.
“Well, how much money do you need?” I asked.
“Almost three hundred dollars, which in subscriptions is like-” She started but I shook my head.
“Look, I don’t read magazines, nobody does anymore, you’ll probably never make that kind of money.” I told her, and she looked away, dejected.
“Yeah, I was beginning to think the same thing,” she mumbled, and I put my hand on her knee.
“Relax, you seem like a good person, trying to raise money for such a noble cause, I could give you the four hundred dollars right now, you know.” I told her, and her eyes lit up.
“You’d really do that?” She asked, shrugged.
“Well, I could. I mean I might, but I’m not going to give it to you for nothing, you will need to earn it,” I tell her, slowly moving my hand up her thigh.
Her eyes widened, and she stared at me, lips parted, her cute braces showing, and shook her head.
“Oh, no sir, I’m sorry, I think you might have gotten the wrong idea,” she said, shaking her head and standing up.
“No, baby, calm down, I think you’re the one with the wrong idea,” I laughed, pulling her back down beside me.
“What’s your name?” I asked, and she smiled again.
“Regina,” She bubbled.
“And how old are you, Regina?” I smiled.
“18, my birthday was last month.”
I thanked my lucky stars silently.
“Ok, well, Regina, think of how much good you could do on that mission trip.” I smiled, and she nodded her head.
“Yes, it is the will of God to spread our faith through good works,” she recited, staring at me like an innocent little lamb.
“Exactly. And I don’t want much in return, but I am a man with carnal desires. I tell you what, if you strip naked for me right now and let me see your body, I’ll give you the money, and you can go.” I told her, and she bit her lip.
“I don’t know,” She mumbled, and I shrugged.
“Nobody’s ever seen you naked before?” I asked, laughing.
“Well, the girls at my school, for gym,” she muttered, looking away.
“Ok, so it’ll be just like that, only this time you’ll get paid. Seems like a pretty easy deal to me.” I said, smiling.
She sat there, arms crossed, running it all through her head, until she finally looked up at me.
“All I have to do is let you see me naked?” She asked, staring at me with wide, doe eyes.
“That’s it.” I smiled, and she stood up.
She turned away from me as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, but I cleared my throat.
“Turn around, I want to watch you,” I told her, and she turned to me, trying to look away as she unbuttoned, one by one.
Her shirt came off and she gently set it aside on my living room table. Her bra was white and Regina, angelic in a way. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. It came loose, and she slipped it off her body and set it on the shirt.
She grabbed her skirt, getting ready to take it off, but I shook my head.
“Not just yet,” I smiled, “Turn around, and lift it, give me a little peak.”
She blushed, rubbing her face on her shoulder, trying to hide her smile, and turned around. She bent over a little and slowly lifted her skirt. Inch by inch, her tiny little rump came into view, small yet plump and perky.
Her panties were bright pink with little bows.
“Take off the skirt,” I told her, and she unzipped it and it fell to the floor.
She turned around, her face red as a cherry.
“Do I have to take off my panties too?” She whispered, and I nodded.
“Yes,” I told her, and she slipped them off.
She stood there, awkwardly turning her face away.
“Let your hair down,” I told her, and she took out her hair band. Her shiny black hair fell to her shoulders. She stood there, blushing, her skin pale, her face and chest red. I smiled and she smiled back.
“Is that all? May I get dressed now?” She asked, and I shook my head.
“I tell you what, if let me give you a kiss, I’ll throw in an extra hundred dollars, spending money for your trip, how does that sound?” I asked, and she looked away.
“Just one kiss?” She stammered, holding her hands in front of her chest.
“Yes, just one kiss,” I told her and she smiled.
“Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt. And I do need a little extra,” She smiled. “OK, fine, but that’s it, and I’m done, right?”
“Right, I promise,” I told her and she came and sat down next to me, putting her arm on my shoulder and closing her eyes, leaning in slowly.
“Whoa, slow it down,” I laughed, pushing her back a little, “I don’t want to kiss you on the lips.”
She sat back and stared at me, confused, and got up and onto my knees in front of her. I spread her legs and she laced her fingers in front of her chest and shook her head.
“There? I can’t let you kiss me there!” She exclaimed, but I shushed her.
“Relax, it’s just a kiss, just like anywhere else,” I smiled, and she slowly nodded.
“Ok, ok, fine,” She said, lifting her legs onto the couch and spreading them.
“You’re pretty nimble,” I laughed, and she blushed.
“Um, thank you, ballet I guess,” She whispered, and I leaned forward.
I slowly kissed her pussy, rubbing against it with my thumb until her clit was exposed. She gasped, shivering a little as my tongue flicked against her, her body flushed.
“Oh! Oh!” She huffed, shaking her head. “Ok, that’s enough, that’s enough!” She gasped, but I shook my head.
“No, baby, I’m not done soon,” I smiled up at her, her pussy juices covering my face.
“Ok, but please, not much more, I’m-” her heavy breathing kicked in. I grabbed her legs and held them back, licking her clit voraciously while she shivered and squirmed in my grip.
I think I could tell that she was cumming before she knew. Her breath shortened and her body arched. She started moaning, gasping.
“Wha- What?” She squeaked, but I kept licking until she started shivering and pushing against my head.
“Oh my! Oh my god! What’s? What’s going- What? Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!” she squealed, and I held her even harder while she climaxed, eventually letting her relax in my grip as I sat up.
She was panting and shaking, beads of sweat on her chest and face.
“What was, what-” She gasped, but I shook my head.
“Oh, god, oh no, Regina I’m so sorry,” I feigned shock, standing up and turning away, rubbing my head.
“What? What is it?”
“You don’t know what you just did?” I asked, and she shook her head, her eyes wrought with fright.
“No! Tell me! Please!”
“Well,” I frowned, turning to her, “I paid you to let me kiss you, and you let me, and you just orgasmed. That means you’re a whore, now.” I frowned, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “I didn’t mean to make you cum, I’m so sorry.”
She gasped, grabbing her clothes and hurriedly trying to cover her naked body.
“What? I’m a- but you made me!” She shrieked, and I shook her head.
“I didn’t make you do anything, I just wanted a kiss, and you let me pay you for it, and you orgasmed like a dirty little whore when I did. Oh my, this is so bad.”
“But, but, nobody needs to know about this!” She cried, “Please, sir, you can’t tell anyone!”
I paced around my room, shaking my head.
“No, that won’t do. I’ll have to call your church, what kind of man would I be if I let a whore like you do missionary work?”
She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide.
“No! Please! I won’t be able to do missionary work?” She whispered, and I nodded.
My heart raged inside of my ribs, I couldn’t believe this was working so well.
“Yes, I’ll have to tell your priest, and once they know they’ll be sure to kick you out. Oh god, I’m so sorry.” I muttered, and tears started streaming down her face.
“B-b-b-b-but-” she stuttered, biting her finger and sniffling quietly.
“Well, unless,” I shrugged, trying my best to hide my smile.
“Unless?” She gasped.
“No, I couldn’t do that to you, it would be too rough on you.” I sighed and turned away.
In an instant, she was clinging to my left leg, grovelling on the floor, naked.
“Please! Anything! Whatever it is!” She begged, tears streaming down her face. “I’ll do anything!” She shrieked.
I took a deep breath and looked down at her.
“Well, if you really wanted, I could punish you for what you’ve done,” I told her, and her eyes lit up. “Then nobody would need to know, because you’ve made up for it, and I’m sure you’ll have learned your lesson.”
She bit her lip, looking away, then nodded.
“Ok, ok, I can do it, I’m ready,” she whispered. I picked her up and grabbed her hair in a bunch, forcing her to walk over to my living room table. I bent her over it, and pulled her arms out in front of her.
“This isn’t going to be easy,” I told her, and she squeaked a little bit.
“W-what are you going to do?” She asked, and I pulled back my hand and spanked her ass, pretty gentle.
“Oh!” She jumped, looking at me with this naive terror in her eyes.
“You can go any time you like, Regina,” I told her rubbing her ass, but she closed her eyes and shook her head.
“No, please, keep going, I need this,” she begged.
I spanked her again, harder this time. Her round little cheeks turning red so quickly. She squirmed a little, moving her weight around, then looked up at me.
“Please, keep going. I know I deserve it,” She moaned and I spanked her again, and again, and again.
After some time, I stood back, admiring my work. She was sniffling and huffing quietly, her face wet with tears and red with shame. She looked up at me, fear in her eyes.
“Is it- am I- is that enough?” She whispered, but I shook my head.
“Do you feel like you’ve been punished enough? You don’t still feel dirty and ashamed?”
She gasped, shaking her head, tears streaming down steadily now.
“Yes! I feel worse! I came so close to orgasming again while you were spanking me, I- I-” She started to stammer and sob.
I honestly could hardly contain my mirth. She was trembling, biting her lip, looking at me, worried.
“This is worse than I thought,” I told her, rubbing my chin and shaking my head.
“What? Really?” She squeaked, covering her face and gasping. “I don’t mean to! I don’t want to be a dirty little whore!”
“I have an idea, stay here,” I told her, walking into my room, returning with a length of chord.
I walked up to her and grabbed her arms, binding them and tethering them to one of the legs of the table so she couldn’t lift herself up.
“W- what’s that for?” She whispered, and I shook my head.
“I’ve heard of this, actually, Regina, and the best way to treat it is to spank you and play with you until you cum,” I smiled. I leaned forward, lifting her up by her chin and kissing her. She tried to look away, but I held her still, and she returned the kiss, albeit weak and meager.
“If you cum enough while I’m spanking you, your body will associate the orgasm with the pain, and you’ll stop enjoying it so much. It might take a while, but I’ve heard of this kind of therapy working to cure naughty little whores of their sexual urges. But it’s going to be rough, and your body might compel you to stop halfway through. You’ll need the rope to hold you down so you can make it through.”
“Yes, yes, that makes so much sense. Please, I need your help!” She begged, lifting her ass up at me.
“I’m going to have to finger you and play with your pussy. The best thing for you to do is not try to fight it, ok? Let yourself cum as much as you can, and every time you’re orgasming, I want you to declare your shame by saying you’re a dirty little whore, or a worthless slut, things like that. That way, I can spank you harder when you’re cumming, maybe even choke you. But rest assured, you’re in good hands. You’re safe with me, I’m going to do my best to help you get rid of your demons so you can be a good little girl again.” I smiled, and she shook her head vigorously.
“Yes, oh god, thank you so much, sir, I can’t believe you’re so willing to help me. God bless you,” she sniffled, then looked forward and closed her eyes.
“Are you ready?” I asked, my hand running down her back and groping her ass.
“Yes sir, please, I’m ready,” she nodded, biting her lip. I slid my hand between her legs, pushing them apart, and slowly rubbing her lips. She was dripping wet, her juices lubricating her tiny little pussy, and I gently massaged clit, barely even touching her for ten seconds before she started to squirm.
“Oh god! It’s happening! It’s happening again! I’m cumming!” She squealed, panting and shaking her head.
I stood there in shock, watching her cum instantly, shuddering and panting, her back arching and collapsing.
I took a step back, staring at her, my jaw dropped.
“Why didn’t you- sir, why didn’t-” she gasped, staring at me.
“This is going to take quite a bit of work,” I said, spanking her ass. She huffed a little, nodding her head.
“Yes, please, however long it takes, I want to be a good little girl again!” She moaned, shaking her ass a little.
“I can’t believe you came so quickly,” I laughed a little, spanking her again.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You told me not to fight it!” She cried, burying her face in her arms.
“No, you were right not to fight it, but you didn’t declare your shame, don’t forget, next time, to tell me what a dirty little cumslut you are,” I instructed her, and she nodded.
I started spanking her again, harder and harder, then I slowly worked my finger inside her pussy, and I couldn’t believe what I was feeling.
She had the tightest, tiniest little hole I’d ever felt. Even my finger was almost too big for her, and she shuddered and squirmed, her legs lifting up, her back arching, as I gently thrusted inside of her, spanking her over and over.
“Oh god!” She finally started again after a moment or two. “Oh god! Oh! I’m a whore! Oh god I’m a whore. I’m a worthless little whore!” She screamed, and I spanked her so hard my own hand started to burn. She shook her head, turning to me, begging me with her eyes. “Oh, please! Harder! I’m a whore!”
I spanked her and she winced and squirmed, screaming and shaking, her entire body quivering in obvious delight. Finally, she calmed down, and I took my finger out of her little pussy and walked around to the front of the table.
“Good girl, you’re doing great, Regina,” I said, and she smiled, sniffling away her sobs. “But look at my finger, those are all your juices on it, that only happens if you’re enjoying it.”
She shook her head, turning even redder than before.
“I know, I know, I can’t help it! It feels so good!” She cried, breaking down and hiding her face.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her face up.
“Open your mouth!” I demanded, and her mouth opened up, her cute little braces sparkling at me. I shoved my finger inside and she started squirming and shaking her head. “Taste your juices, taste what a little whore you are, I want you to suck them off my finger.”
Gradually, she stopped fighting, and started sucking on my finger. I was surprised at how deep she could go without gagging once.
Eventually, I pulled my finger out and went back around, spreading her legs with a light tap on her inner thighs. She squealed and spread them as wide as she could with her feet still touching the ground, practically on her tip toes.
I started rubbing her pussy and spanking her again, switching hands so I could pay more attention to her left ass cheek, and she moaned and shook, pulling against her restraints.
Finally, her body start to shudder and she began to shake.
“I’m a filthy little slut! I’m a worthless cumslut! Oh god! I’m a whore!” She gasped, and I spanked her ass harder and harder, rubbing her clit with my fingers and working my thumb inside of her.
She shook her head from side to side, panting and gasping as I spanked her harder and harder.
“Oh god, oh, please! I’m a whore! I’m a whore!” She screamed, closing her eyes and quivering. I rubbed harder and harder, and she started to sob.
to be continued…..