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- Jul 20, 2023
I am an experienced roleplayer who is into well written smutty tales of hedonistic, debauched pleasure with obviously a perverted immoral male lead.
Some of my particularly favourite themes are dub-con, corruption, shame, forbidden fruit, prissy/proud female lead, domination, contrast, cheating etc.
Kinks: Anal play is perhaps the biggest specially if it’s her first time and she thinks only whores do it. Deepthroat, facefuck, swallowing, dirty talk, rough sex, orgasms, barebacking, rimming, mirrors, video/photo are some more.
Ideas
Paying a Debt
Dad/Daughter’s Bff/Friends
Stepdad/Stepdaughter Blackmail?
Uncle/Niece for money?
Failed model or B lister Ass for Cash
Manipulative amateur pornographer/College beauties
Celebrity casting couch, #metoo, Blackmail, One night stand etc.
Lesbian straight for pay/favour
Influencer/Celeb - an indecent proposal in Dubai
Bride to Be - Cheating
Prissy woman - Revenge sex with BF's rival/friend etc.
Young career woman - Sex for Money (paying off student loan)
Celeb staring in private sex tape for Money
Celeb/Socialite - Male escort / One night stand with her favourite pornstar.
I tend to enjoy celebrities as faceclaim in my stories even when the characters are not celebrity. A list of some such ladies that I love (no way complete or perfectly ordered) are Natalie Dormer, Katheryn Winnick, Lauren Cohan, Kendall Jenner, Taylor Swift, Amber Heard, Kristen Stewart, Cara Delevingne, Karlie Kloss, Elizabeth Gillies, Jennifer Lawrence, Katie Cassidy, Barbara Palvin, Rosie Huntington Whitely, Lea Seydoux, Addison Rae, Lauren Summer, Charli D'Amelio, Emma Watson, Oliva Wilde, Blake Lively,
Riley Keough, Dakota Johnson, Sonam Kapoor. Deepika Padukone, Anushka Sharma, Ananya Pandey, Alia Bhatt etc.
Bending Over for the Man You Hate
So my particular weakness is for females who are gorgeous, confident, capable and proud often prissy and uptight which I find just perfect for corruption and taming.
YC (your character) fits that stereotype well. You could be a socialite, an actress known for both her beauty and talent, a high flying career woman, a proud married/engaged late 20s woman, a queen bee in your college, even a gold star lesbian.
Regardless of who you are, right now you are here where you don't wanna be, your beautiful face flushed crimson in outrage and shame, your lips half open as you pant, your plump lips looking a bit swollen adding to your attractiveness, your top pushed down a bit alongside your bra to expose one perfect breast, the nipple erect from chilly air or was it a hint of arousal despite what you told yourself?
Your silky hair wrapped around my fingers and gripped tight something your BF/Fiancee never dared ... you were always in charge whether in bed or out (in the rare cases you do give a blowjob or do you never?). You glare at me angrily even as you couldn't help but look down at the fat veiny protrusion .. my cock that was glistening lewdly with a mix of precum and your very own saliva but just the top half since you were only able to take me that deep. "Fuck", you hissed angrily specially as you see my cocky grin.
And who might I be? Your BF/Fiancee's cocky playboy rival? Perhaps your dad's business rival? The nerd in your class? Your younger stepbrother? Your older fat work colleague you passed over during the last promotion? A perverted middle aged businessman who fancies you? The possibilities are endless.
So what do you think? Can we get the show on the road?
Bride to Be
You can see a pair of beautiful hands, the long fingers with the manicured fingernails digging into the bedsheet. A gorgeous face was seen between the sheets chin pressed against a pillow and framed by lovely but tousled hair. Her teeth were as biting her plump bottom lips as she was unable to restrain herself from making a muffled sound that was a mix of moan and a burst of breath escaped with a hissing sound as her body arched and her eyes almost roll over for a moment.
"Please", was one of the words coming out of her mouth even though her foggy mind wasn't sure what she was asking for. The "God ...", was even more so ... just an expression of being overwhelmed. None who knew her would recognize her at this moment. Alaya Singh was known for her class and always being cool and collected beaming confidence and she was none of that now. The 29 year old was heir to one of the biggest business empires in the country, a business graduate from one of the top universities of the world and anyone who worked with her knew she could have gotten her executive position in her father's company on her own talent if she wanted. And she was set to be married to her father's business partner's older son in slightly more than 24 hours.
A hand came up and fisted her hair, the reason for it looking so tousled and pulled and a powerful thrust jolted her whole body making her shudder and moan with widened eyes she bit the pillow to muffle the noise as she heard the voice of her older sister, "Alaya ... can you wake up, we have work to do". Color crept up her cheek as she blushed from a mix of arousal and shame she turned her face around to look over her shoulder at the young man with a satisfied smirk and hunger on his face as he gave another powerful thrust making her bite her lips and whimper.
She couldn't believe what she was doing as she looked back at her 19 year old brother in law to be. A lanky almost cute young man, the most surprising candidate to break her cool facade, someone who had broken all her boundaries. Someone who had railed her half the night and even now into the morning. Someone who had made her cum like never before. Someone she could still taste in her mouth, someone who was buried balls deep up her tightest hole for the 3rd time since last night and pushing her once again to a gut-wrenching, mild melting orgasm.
Frank's Girls - The First Night
Frank Walters was just a shrewd businessman who made sure his clients were served well. He was in a unique business though. Frank cartered to the very elite of the society, primarily the male demographic. He fulfilled a particular age old need of society, providing gorgeous, sensual available women to the elite for the pleasure of the flesh. But his service was special. His girls were fresh, usually student of college or fresh graduate, intelligent, capable and someone you wouldn't expect in such profession.
They were unexpected and fresh and expensive costing upward of $50,000 per night depending on not just their look but profile (how pristine). And they were offered at most 10 jobs but that was enough to set them them well or pay off the student debt. But people paying that much money wants women who knew what they are doing and that's where Frank's introductory service comes in. He will bet the girl, get to know them and the girl will have to treat Frank as her first client (it will be paid) and Frank will teach her how to satisfy his clientele. And if Frank has to fuck a lot of gorgeous girls in the process well that's the cost of being a solo business owner isn't it?
Frank's Posh Bitches
Frank Walter had been doing a lot of different things over the years now but all of them had been centered around the sordid pleasure of the flesh. At 47 years old the man was short, had a pot belly that showed his age, his arms and legs were strong even if might not look like it, and the hair starting to thin. But the man had a disarming smile and it was hard to believe what he did for a living and it was what made him extra successful in his ventures. Ohh and also the fact that he really knows how to make a woman's body sing regardless of her age, social status or sexual preferences.
The man had worked as a male escort and surprisingly despite his look he had been a popular name in a certain circle of rich wives and socialites. He had run a discrete high end escort agency of young professionals and college girls. He had done low end model photography and often private boudoir shoots and sex tapes. These experiences had now brought him to his latest venture, a daring one in many aspects.
He was musing about all that as he waited in the small but nice looking studio where he was waiting for the gorgeous young beauty who had responded to his flyer and was coming for a so called modelling shoot. He had rented the studio after careful thought ... close enough to Kingston College, the home of the city's elite family's young heirs, a place filled with gorgeous, classy and proud beauties that were his target for his latest venture Frank's Posh Bitches ... a discrete website for his unique brand of sex tape of corrupting gorgeous young beauties. These are not going to be cheap girls or the website advertised. He had enough connection with the city's rich older perverts to get a sizeable deposit for his videos. The promise of exclusive videos of posh girls getting turned into blushing, whimpering bitches in heat got them flocking and now he needed to deliver and Frank knew just how to do it.
He had a small office but the majority of the studio was a brightly lit area for shoots with nice lighting fixtures, a table full of expensive looking DSLR and lenses. A pair of iconic leather couches but they are white, a tripod mounted high end camera recording the couch, racks full of clothing and a nice looking changing area. What the girls wouldn't know that every inch of the studio was covered in hidden cameras including the changing room to record high quality materials to get him a hold over the girl.
Now all his set as he waited in his office leafing through the few photos the girl have sent. He was dressed in comfy slacks and a t-shirt that did nothing to hide his bulky body.
The Hollywood Sex Files
Frank Parker was in a good mood, he always was when one of these special shoot comes up. Frank was an ex janitor who had been snatched by the wicked Hollywood cabal to handle the special assignment of taming Hollywood beauties on screen and he had proven to be particularly skilled at doing it. The short, bulky, pot belly man of 47 was wearing a comfy shorts and t-shirts that did nothing to hide his bulky body or hairy leg, actually highlighting in every way how utterly in contrast he was to the star of today, one Kendall Jenner.
He was waiting in a premium suite in a 5 star hotel and seeing the appointed hour he sent Kendall a message, giving her the room number and instructing her to just come through the door as it will be opened. Frank was sitting on a couch in the living room facing the door and two tripod mounted cameras covered not just the door but the couch opposite of him. He heard a knock on the door and answered, "come on in Kendall", as it opened to show the said lady hiding herself in overcoat, scarf and sunglass.
Frank kept himself sitting a position of power and gave her a smirk. "Lock the door please and come have a seat", he said pointing to couch opposite of him, right at the center coverage of both camera. "Take off the overcoat, scarf and sunglass obviously. You know the routine right I know you have watched similar videos. Introduce yourself and tell us what you are here for Ms. Kendall Jenner".
Obviously open to a ton of celebs. The idea is that for a lot of money and career favour a secret Hollywood group makes some of the biggest name in the world star in shameful, depraved but discrete sex tapes protected behind powerful NDA.
Celeb Meets Pornstar Manuel Ferrara
"So like watching me huh", he said with a casual confidence and smirk, startling Kristen out of her own illicit thought as she stared at him. They seemed to be staying in rooms next to each other and was both in the process of opening the doors. Kristen had rode up the elevator with him, recognizing him in seconds and have been feeling unsettled since then. A little brush of color up her cheek, few stolen glances was all it took it seemed for the guy to realize her dirty little secret. Kristen Stewart, the gorgeous feminist and lesbian actress enjoyed watching hetero porn. Manuel Ferrara, he knew women like watching him, women of all sorts and he knew how to recognize a fan and how to exploit the situation.
Kristen Stewart on the other had lost her poise the moment she was confronted. It was shocking enough to meet the guy she had fingered to last night in the loneliness of her hotel room fucking a girl's brain out but she never expected him to be bold enough to confront Her, Kristen Stewart no less. She just started wide eyed and blushing for a moment before clearing her throat and tried to answer casually, "sorry do I know you." He gave her another cocky smile and replied, "I know a fan when I see one Ms. Stewart", moving dangerously close. "When was the last time you came to my video", he hissed delivering another bold line and her expression confirmed that she had done that. The thought of Kristen Stewart fingering to his video made even the experienced male's arousal flare and he could feel himself straining against his suit pants.
He grabbed her next before she could respond and tugged, "you should come inside and see it up close for real", he whispered in a husky lust filled voice enticing the shocked, blushing and aroused actress.
Some of my particularly favourite themes are dub-con, corruption, shame, forbidden fruit, prissy/proud female lead, domination, contrast, cheating etc.
Kinks: Anal play is perhaps the biggest specially if it’s her first time and she thinks only whores do it. Deepthroat, facefuck, swallowing, dirty talk, rough sex, orgasms, barebacking, rimming, mirrors, video/photo are some more.
Ideas
Paying a Debt
Dad/Daughter’s Bff/Friends
Stepdad/Stepdaughter Blackmail?
Uncle/Niece for money?
Failed model or B lister Ass for Cash
Manipulative amateur pornographer/College beauties
Celebrity casting couch, #metoo, Blackmail, One night stand etc.
Lesbian straight for pay/favour
Influencer/Celeb - an indecent proposal in Dubai
Bride to Be - Cheating
Prissy woman - Revenge sex with BF's rival/friend etc.
Young career woman - Sex for Money (paying off student loan)
Celeb staring in private sex tape for Money
Celeb/Socialite - Male escort / One night stand with her favourite pornstar.
I tend to enjoy celebrities as faceclaim in my stories even when the characters are not celebrity. A list of some such ladies that I love (no way complete or perfectly ordered) are Natalie Dormer, Katheryn Winnick, Lauren Cohan, Kendall Jenner, Taylor Swift, Amber Heard, Kristen Stewart, Cara Delevingne, Karlie Kloss, Elizabeth Gillies, Jennifer Lawrence, Katie Cassidy, Barbara Palvin, Rosie Huntington Whitely, Lea Seydoux, Addison Rae, Lauren Summer, Charli D'Amelio, Emma Watson, Oliva Wilde, Blake Lively,
Riley Keough, Dakota Johnson, Sonam Kapoor. Deepika Padukone, Anushka Sharma, Ananya Pandey, Alia Bhatt etc.
Bending Over for the Man You Hate
So my particular weakness is for females who are gorgeous, confident, capable and proud often prissy and uptight which I find just perfect for corruption and taming.
YC (your character) fits that stereotype well. You could be a socialite, an actress known for both her beauty and talent, a high flying career woman, a proud married/engaged late 20s woman, a queen bee in your college, even a gold star lesbian.
Regardless of who you are, right now you are here where you don't wanna be, your beautiful face flushed crimson in outrage and shame, your lips half open as you pant, your plump lips looking a bit swollen adding to your attractiveness, your top pushed down a bit alongside your bra to expose one perfect breast, the nipple erect from chilly air or was it a hint of arousal despite what you told yourself?
Your silky hair wrapped around my fingers and gripped tight something your BF/Fiancee never dared ... you were always in charge whether in bed or out (in the rare cases you do give a blowjob or do you never?). You glare at me angrily even as you couldn't help but look down at the fat veiny protrusion .. my cock that was glistening lewdly with a mix of precum and your very own saliva but just the top half since you were only able to take me that deep. "Fuck", you hissed angrily specially as you see my cocky grin.
And who might I be? Your BF/Fiancee's cocky playboy rival? Perhaps your dad's business rival? The nerd in your class? Your younger stepbrother? Your older fat work colleague you passed over during the last promotion? A perverted middle aged businessman who fancies you? The possibilities are endless.
So what do you think? Can we get the show on the road?
Bride to Be
You can see a pair of beautiful hands, the long fingers with the manicured fingernails digging into the bedsheet. A gorgeous face was seen between the sheets chin pressed against a pillow and framed by lovely but tousled hair. Her teeth were as biting her plump bottom lips as she was unable to restrain herself from making a muffled sound that was a mix of moan and a burst of breath escaped with a hissing sound as her body arched and her eyes almost roll over for a moment.
"Please", was one of the words coming out of her mouth even though her foggy mind wasn't sure what she was asking for. The "God ...", was even more so ... just an expression of being overwhelmed. None who knew her would recognize her at this moment. Alaya Singh was known for her class and always being cool and collected beaming confidence and she was none of that now. The 29 year old was heir to one of the biggest business empires in the country, a business graduate from one of the top universities of the world and anyone who worked with her knew she could have gotten her executive position in her father's company on her own talent if she wanted. And she was set to be married to her father's business partner's older son in slightly more than 24 hours.
A hand came up and fisted her hair, the reason for it looking so tousled and pulled and a powerful thrust jolted her whole body making her shudder and moan with widened eyes she bit the pillow to muffle the noise as she heard the voice of her older sister, "Alaya ... can you wake up, we have work to do". Color crept up her cheek as she blushed from a mix of arousal and shame she turned her face around to look over her shoulder at the young man with a satisfied smirk and hunger on his face as he gave another powerful thrust making her bite her lips and whimper.
She couldn't believe what she was doing as she looked back at her 19 year old brother in law to be. A lanky almost cute young man, the most surprising candidate to break her cool facade, someone who had broken all her boundaries. Someone who had railed her half the night and even now into the morning. Someone who had made her cum like never before. Someone she could still taste in her mouth, someone who was buried balls deep up her tightest hole for the 3rd time since last night and pushing her once again to a gut-wrenching, mild melting orgasm.
Frank's Girls - The First Night
Frank Walters was just a shrewd businessman who made sure his clients were served well. He was in a unique business though. Frank cartered to the very elite of the society, primarily the male demographic. He fulfilled a particular age old need of society, providing gorgeous, sensual available women to the elite for the pleasure of the flesh. But his service was special. His girls were fresh, usually student of college or fresh graduate, intelligent, capable and someone you wouldn't expect in such profession.
They were unexpected and fresh and expensive costing upward of $50,000 per night depending on not just their look but profile (how pristine). And they were offered at most 10 jobs but that was enough to set them them well or pay off the student debt. But people paying that much money wants women who knew what they are doing and that's where Frank's introductory service comes in. He will bet the girl, get to know them and the girl will have to treat Frank as her first client (it will be paid) and Frank will teach her how to satisfy his clientele. And if Frank has to fuck a lot of gorgeous girls in the process well that's the cost of being a solo business owner isn't it?
Frank's Posh Bitches
Frank Walter had been doing a lot of different things over the years now but all of them had been centered around the sordid pleasure of the flesh. At 47 years old the man was short, had a pot belly that showed his age, his arms and legs were strong even if might not look like it, and the hair starting to thin. But the man had a disarming smile and it was hard to believe what he did for a living and it was what made him extra successful in his ventures. Ohh and also the fact that he really knows how to make a woman's body sing regardless of her age, social status or sexual preferences.
The man had worked as a male escort and surprisingly despite his look he had been a popular name in a certain circle of rich wives and socialites. He had run a discrete high end escort agency of young professionals and college girls. He had done low end model photography and often private boudoir shoots and sex tapes. These experiences had now brought him to his latest venture, a daring one in many aspects.
He was musing about all that as he waited in the small but nice looking studio where he was waiting for the gorgeous young beauty who had responded to his flyer and was coming for a so called modelling shoot. He had rented the studio after careful thought ... close enough to Kingston College, the home of the city's elite family's young heirs, a place filled with gorgeous, classy and proud beauties that were his target for his latest venture Frank's Posh Bitches ... a discrete website for his unique brand of sex tape of corrupting gorgeous young beauties. These are not going to be cheap girls or the website advertised. He had enough connection with the city's rich older perverts to get a sizeable deposit for his videos. The promise of exclusive videos of posh girls getting turned into blushing, whimpering bitches in heat got them flocking and now he needed to deliver and Frank knew just how to do it.
He had a small office but the majority of the studio was a brightly lit area for shoots with nice lighting fixtures, a table full of expensive looking DSLR and lenses. A pair of iconic leather couches but they are white, a tripod mounted high end camera recording the couch, racks full of clothing and a nice looking changing area. What the girls wouldn't know that every inch of the studio was covered in hidden cameras including the changing room to record high quality materials to get him a hold over the girl.
Now all his set as he waited in his office leafing through the few photos the girl have sent. He was dressed in comfy slacks and a t-shirt that did nothing to hide his bulky body.
The Hollywood Sex Files
Frank Parker was in a good mood, he always was when one of these special shoot comes up. Frank was an ex janitor who had been snatched by the wicked Hollywood cabal to handle the special assignment of taming Hollywood beauties on screen and he had proven to be particularly skilled at doing it. The short, bulky, pot belly man of 47 was wearing a comfy shorts and t-shirts that did nothing to hide his bulky body or hairy leg, actually highlighting in every way how utterly in contrast he was to the star of today, one Kendall Jenner.
He was waiting in a premium suite in a 5 star hotel and seeing the appointed hour he sent Kendall a message, giving her the room number and instructing her to just come through the door as it will be opened. Frank was sitting on a couch in the living room facing the door and two tripod mounted cameras covered not just the door but the couch opposite of him. He heard a knock on the door and answered, "come on in Kendall", as it opened to show the said lady hiding herself in overcoat, scarf and sunglass.
Frank kept himself sitting a position of power and gave her a smirk. "Lock the door please and come have a seat", he said pointing to couch opposite of him, right at the center coverage of both camera. "Take off the overcoat, scarf and sunglass obviously. You know the routine right I know you have watched similar videos. Introduce yourself and tell us what you are here for Ms. Kendall Jenner".
Obviously open to a ton of celebs. The idea is that for a lot of money and career favour a secret Hollywood group makes some of the biggest name in the world star in shameful, depraved but discrete sex tapes protected behind powerful NDA.
Celeb Meets Pornstar Manuel Ferrara
"So like watching me huh", he said with a casual confidence and smirk, startling Kristen out of her own illicit thought as she stared at him. They seemed to be staying in rooms next to each other and was both in the process of opening the doors. Kristen had rode up the elevator with him, recognizing him in seconds and have been feeling unsettled since then. A little brush of color up her cheek, few stolen glances was all it took it seemed for the guy to realize her dirty little secret. Kristen Stewart, the gorgeous feminist and lesbian actress enjoyed watching hetero porn. Manuel Ferrara, he knew women like watching him, women of all sorts and he knew how to recognize a fan and how to exploit the situation.
Kristen Stewart on the other had lost her poise the moment she was confronted. It was shocking enough to meet the guy she had fingered to last night in the loneliness of her hotel room fucking a girl's brain out but she never expected him to be bold enough to confront Her, Kristen Stewart no less. She just started wide eyed and blushing for a moment before clearing her throat and tried to answer casually, "sorry do I know you." He gave her another cocky smile and replied, "I know a fan when I see one Ms. Stewart", moving dangerously close. "When was the last time you came to my video", he hissed delivering another bold line and her expression confirmed that she had done that. The thought of Kristen Stewart fingering to his video made even the experienced male's arousal flare and he could feel himself straining against his suit pants.
He grabbed her next before she could respond and tugged, "you should come inside and see it up close for real", he whispered in a husky lust filled voice enticing the shocked, blushing and aroused actress.
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