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It’s a long post. Although I would really appreciate it if you read the whole thing, here is a TLDR:

A married woman and her husband travel deep into Tanzania for a rare Kilimanjaro Flame Orchid expedition, only to be taken to a remote Il-Samburu tribal settlement. What begins as a private ritual with the powerful Chief Baraka quickly escalates into a depraved, aphrodisiac-fueled ceremony in a glowing orchid field. The Elder violently devours her pussy in the nastiest way possible, followed by relentless group oral worship and a breeding ritual where the Chief and higher warriors fill her with cum while the others cover her body. By the end, she is carried back cum-drenched and ruined, only for her shocked husband Jared to see her in that filthy, leaking state — already craving more of their massive Black cocks.

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“African Tribal Tour: Spot Rare Kilimanjaro Flame Orchid” flashes on the screen. The website looks a bit malicious and out of date, but I don’t say much. My husband, Jared, doesn’t waste much time in finding the “buy now” button on the screen.

“Are you sure,” I ask Jared. “It’s basically been in the middle of nowhere. All to see some rare species of orchid?”

“You know it’s more than that,” he replies, slightly annoyed. “I’ve been talking about this for years. It’s about the experience, the adventure.”

“Right,” I shrug.

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The Kilimanjaro flame orchid is an extremely rare, bioluminescent and intensely vibrant red-orange climbing orchid that only blooms for a short window in a hidden misty valley. The petals resemble flickering flames with a hypnotic, sweet-musky scent that has mild aphrodisiac effects (heightening arousal, lowering inhibitions). The Il-Sambaru tribe reveres it as a sacred symbol of fertility and virility tied to ancient rites.

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We arrive at Arusha, where we are picked up by two guides— Kaelo and Jabari.

While my husband has an exciting discussion with them about his dream of seeing their sacred orchid on the long drive to tribal settlement, I couldn’t help but feel attracted to these men. I didn’t think I was the kind of person to be into black men, and I still believe that that isn’t the case. It is more specifically these men. They have a different vibe to them, somehow more handsome, tall, and with great physique. Perhaps it’s just these two, I doubt a whole tribe could follow suit.

After a couple hours of a bumpy ride downhill, I am proved wrong. There seems to be way too many men in this settlement over women, and each and every one of them shared the same attractive traits with Kaelo and Jabari.

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Chief Baraka smiles at Jared and I. He sits on a regular wooden chair while we sit on the floor. Kaelo and Jabari shut the door to the Chief’s hut the moment we had entered, leaving us with him by ourselves.

He has nothing on except a small piece of cloth wrapped around his hips. With his legs open, I could catch more than a glimpse of his unbelievably large cock. His whole body glistens lightly, likely from being oiled.

“Woman,” he calls me authoritatively. “You will do ritual. Flame orchid ritual.” 

Jared’s face lights up in enthusiasm.

“Does that mean we can see the orchids today,” he asks. 

The Chief chuckles.

“You are a funny man,” he says. “Ritual not for you, for the woman. You will see later.”

Jared looks a bit confused, but he doesn’t say anything. The Chief dismisses him and asks me to stay to talk about the ritual.

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Tears run down my eyes when the Chief grunts one final time, holding my head in place, gagging me with his giant member. His oddly sweet-tasting cum goes down my throat, and overflows down my chin, cheeks and neck.

I could barely regain my senses from what had just happened. How did I, a happily married woman who loves her husband with all her heart and soul, willingly suck this man’s cock? And why did I love it to the point where I did it twice again?
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The Chief patiently strips me and washes me in a small artificial pool of water behind the hut. 

The sun peeks just a little from the horizon before disappearing under it. The scarce clouds look like gentle wisps of smoke in the deep blue sky, now dotted with some stars.

“I resist my urges because you are Goddess,” he says, flicking my right nipple. 

He sits in the pool with me on his lap, scooping the water with his hand and letting it gently trickle down my body from over my shoulder.

“Goddess?” I ask, confused. 

I thought he was just waiting to put his meat in me, turns out there is some reason.

“Yes,” he replies. “Every year, the Goddess finds her way in the heart of a woman from the land beyond. This year you are her chosen one.”

The Chief’s scent is earthy and fresh. I bury my nose in his neck.

“Mmmm…” he enjoys my admiration for him. “Usually, the Goddess chooses a woman from a nearby town. This year, she’s found a very beautiful woman.”

His giant hands hold my thighs apart under the water. His middle finger ever-so-lightly traces the length of my slit.

“It is a crime to take you before the ritual, but when I do, I won’t be nice,” he warns with an evil grin.

“Aren’t I the Goddess?” I hum, loving the Chief’s touch.

“In our tribe, Chief is bigger than Goddess.”

He reaches for what looked like berries on a plate placed next to the edge of the pool and pops one in his mouth. As he chews, his peculiar scent emanates from it.

He leans down and shoves his tongue into mine, kissing me passionately, going back to very lightly tracing my pussy.

The berry tastes sweet, earthy and fresh. Coupled with the sloppy dance of his tongue with mine, it is hard to resist the intense sexual urges surfacing from deep down.

He seats me on the bottom of the shallow pool and holds my legs open by throwing his legs over my thighs. His hard cock rubs my back as he effortlessly grinds into it whilst moving his hands lightly over my body, making an effort to not engage with me too strongly.

He pulls back with a smile.

“The flowers that you seek are poison when consumed, but when we grind it with these wild berries, it turns into a sweet paste that we use as cure for many things,” he leans and whispers into my ear, loving the sight of my relaxed body leaning on him with my eyes shut. “It also tastes very good on Goddess, especially on her pussy.”

His light tracing suddenly turns into two of his fingers vigorously rubbing my clit while his other hand pinches my nipple. 

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A top made of small wooden red beads rests on my breasts. It is worn like a necklace, reaching barely above my nipples. A few strands of beaded yarn hang over where my nipples are, not doing much to cover them. A loose string goes around my back, doing a terrible job holding the piece of attire in place. A small piece of seemingly elastic cloth is wrapped around my waist, but it does much less to cover what it is meant to than what Chief Baraka wears, and what all the men of the tribe wear for the ritual.

I roughly counted eight or nine men in the group headed to the ritual— the Chief, some trackers, some hunters, and even Kaelo and Jabari, from earlier. 

I follow Chief Baraka a few steps behind who is being led by whom I assume is a tracker. 

Kaelo and Jabari follow behind me, and I hear one of them say something in their native language, making everyone laugh. Probably some joke?

Suddenly, I feel a hand slide between my legs from the back and start rubbing my pussy. The unexpected act makes me stop walking and turn. Kaelo grins naughtily, the gentlemanly charm he and Jabari had when they picked us up was long gone.

“Keep walking,” he gestures. I saunter to match the pace, enjoying Kaelo’s hungriness for me.

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Chief Baraka lays me on a silk blanket atop some hay in the middle of a massive field of glowing orange orchids. They look like a field of swaying orbs over tall grass. Two firepits were lit up, although it felt unnecessary under the moonlight and the light from the orchids themselves. An old man grinds the orchids with the wild berries in a giant bowl and seats himself next to me.

“He is our tribe’s Elder,” Chief Baraka explains. “He will begin the ritual.”

The Elder shoves me down onto the silk blanket in the middle of the glowing orchid field. He starts chanting in a low, raspy voice while scooping up a big, sloppy handful of the thick orchid-berry paste.

He slaps it hard onto my tits, smearing the warm paste messily all over my breasts. Then he grabs both my nipples between his rough fingers and twists them viciously, pulling them upward until I cry out in sharp pain. When I get too loud, he slaps my face hard with his paste-covered hand, leaving a wet, sticky smear across my cheek.

“Shhh,” he growls, asking me to be quiet. He spits a thick, heavy glob of saliva directly onto my face. The warm spit lands on my cheek and lips. He smears it across my mouth with his thumb, then slaps my tits again, making them jiggle and splatter paste everywhere.

He yanks my legs wide apart, lifts my hips off the blanket, and hocks a loud, nasty loogie right onto my exposed pussy. The thick spit lands with a wet smack on my clit. Before I can even react, he buries his face between my thighs like a feral animal.

He devours my cunt with disgusting, animalistic hunger. Loud, wet slurping and sucking sounds fill the air as he attacks me. He sucks my swollen clit so hard into his toothless mouth that I scream, his rough tongue lashing violently while he makes obscene gargling and snorting noises. Thick strings of his saliva pour from his mouth, mixing with the paste and my flooding juices into a creamy, frothy mess that drips down my ass and thighs.

He tongue-fucks my hole relentlessly, shoving his long, rough tongue as deep as it will go, then pulling out only to noisily suck and slurp up the sloppy mixture gushing out of me. He spits on my pussy again and again— loud, vulgar hocks— before diving back in, smearing his entire face from forehead to chin in the filthy paste-juice-slobber cocktail. He groans and grunts into my cunt like a starving beast, the wet squelching sounds loud and obscene.

He grips my thighs in a bruising hold, fingers digging deep while he violently shakes his head side to side, motorboating my sloppy pussy. Every time I squirt— and I do, hard, multiple times— he opens his mouth wide, drinking it down greedily, then spits the messy mix back all over my cunt and belly just to slurp it up again even louder.

When he finally pulls away, his entire face is a disgusting, shiny wreck. Long gooey strings of spit, paste, and my cum stretch from his lips and chin to my wrecked, gaping pussy. My cunt feels puffy, red, and completely ruined — thick juices and paste oozing out of me in heavy strands.

He isn’t done. He crawls up my body, grabs my jaw roughly, and forces my mouth open. He spits a thick, warm wad of the mixed filth directly onto my tongue. The taste is overwhelming. Then he slaps my face again for good measure.

Only then does he call out to Chief Baraka.

Chief Baraka steps forward after the Elder calls him. His massive cock is already half-hard, swinging heavily between his powerful thighs. He looks down at my ruined, sloppy state — face covered in spit and paste, tits smeared, my pussy a frothy, gaping, dripping mess — and frowns slightly at the Elder.

The two men argue loudly in their native tongue, voices rising. The Elder eventually backs off with a grunt, still licking my juices from his lips.

Chief Baraka kneels beside me, his voice gentler but still commanding.

“Sorry, Goddess. His ways are ancient… very rough. But he has prepared you well.”

He leans down and tenderly sucks one of my paste-covered nipples into his mouth, cleaning it with long, slow, delicious licks. The other warriors— Kaelo, Jabari, and the rest— receive permission to approach. All of them drop their minimal cloths, revealing a circle of thick, long, rock-hard Black cocks, some already leaking precum.

“We must eat the blessing from the Goddess before we give ourselves to her,” the Chief explains. He dives back in, sucking and licking the paste from my breasts with deep, hungry moans.

The other men join like starving wolves. Eight or nine tall, muscular bodies surround me. Rough hands grope my thighs, waist, and ass while eager mouths attack every inch of my paste-smeared skin. They lick and suck greedily— some gentle, some still rough. Kaelo and Jabari fight over my pussy, both burying their faces between my legs at once, their tongues dueling sloppily over my swollen clit and dripping hole. They make loud, wet, obscene noises as they clean me, spitting on my cunt and slurping it back up. Their faces quickly become glazed and shiny with the mixture.

One warrior sucks hard on my neck, another bites and licks my inner thighs. They pass me around like a shared feast, turning my body this way and that. The constant licking, sucking, and groping, combined with the aphrodisiac paste, melts my mind. I cum again and again under their tongues, my pussy squirting messily onto their faces while they laugh and praise me in their language.

After nearly half an hour of this relentless oral worship, every visible trace of paste is gone, but my entire body is still tingling and hypersensitive. A large wooden bowl is placed between my widely spread legs.

Chief Baraka goes first. He rubs his enormous cock against my sloppy entrance, then thrusts in deep with one powerful stroke, stretching me so wide I gasp. He fucks me hard and deep, grunting like a bull, his heavy balls slapping against me. When he cums, he buries himself to the hilt and floods my womb with thick, hot spurts.

The higher-ranking warriors follow, each taking turns filling my pussy. But the lower-rank warriors and younger men are only allowed to fuck me— they pull out and explode all over my body instead. Thick ropes of hot cum splash across my tits, stomach, face, and thighs. Some of them aim for my open mouth, others paint my swollen pussy lips without entering again. I lose count of how many loads cover me.

By the time the last man finishes, my pussy is a wrecked, gaping, cum-drooling hole, and the rest of my body is glazed with layer after layer of warm, sticky seed. Chief Baraka lifts the heavy wooden bowl, now filled with their combined cum mixed with my juices and remaining paste.

“Drink the blessing, Goddess. It will bind you to us.”

They hold my head firmly and tilt the bowl to my lips. I drink the thick, warm, salty-sweet mixture in heavy gulps while they watch with satisfied smiles. Some of it spills down my chin and over my cum-covered breasts. The filthy taste and the sheer depravity of the moment trigger another shattering orgasm that rips through me.

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They carry me back to the settlement on a makeshift stretcher of blankets and strong arms. My body feels heavy and electric at the same time— pussy throbbing and leaking, skin sticky with layers of drying cum, face and breasts glazed. I can barely think straight. The aphrodisiac paste still pulses through me, making every brush of skin against mine feel like sparks.

As we approach the main area of the settlement, I see Jared waiting near one of the larger huts. Kaelo must have arranged for him to be brought here. My husband’s eyes widen in shock the moment he sees me.

“Jessica?!” His voice cracks.

I must look like an absolute wreck. My hair is messy, my face is streaked with dried spit, paste, and cum. My tiny beaded top is gone— one of the warriors took it during the ritual. My skin glistens under the firelight with fresh and drying loads. Thick white streaks run down my stomach, over my tits, and down my thighs. My pussy is visibly swollen and red, still leaking a slow trickle of the Chief’s and the other leaders’ cum.

Jared stares, frozen, mouth open. Chief Baraka stands tall beside me, one possessive hand resting on my shoulder.

“Your wife has been blessed by the Flame,” the Chief says calmly, almost proudly. “She is the Goddess now. Look how well she received our offering.”

Jared’s gaze drops to my cum-covered body, then to my puffy, well-fucked pussy. I should feel shame. I should want to cover myself. Instead, a fresh wave of heat floods through me. I catch myself spreading my legs slightly on the stretcher, letting him see just how much cum is still dripping out of me.

One of the lower-rank warriors chuckles and steps closer, casually smearing a fresh glob of his cum across my left nipple with his thumb, as if showing off his contribution. Jared flinches but can’t look away.

“I… Jessica, what did they do to you?” he whispers, voice shaky.

Before I can answer, Chief Baraka speaks for me.

“She accepted the blessing willingly. Many times.” He squeezes my shoulder. “She is changed now.”

Kaelo and Jabari gently help me to my feet. Cum runs down the inside of my thighs as I stand on wobbly legs. I look straight at Jared, my voice soft but honest.

“It felt… incredible,” I murmur. “Their cocks… so big. So deep.”

Jared’s face burns red. I can see the conflicting emotions— shock, jealousy, and something else— but I’m too high on the afterglow and the paste to care much right now. Part of me even likes that he’s seeing me like this— marked, used, and clearly craving more.

Chief Baraka nods to Kaelo and Jabari.

“Take the Goddess to the safe hut. Let her rest… for now. Her husband can stay here and think about what he has witnessed.”

The two tall warriors guide me away toward the isolated hut. As we walk, I glance back over my shoulder. Jared is still standing there, staring at my cum-glazed ass and the trail of seed I’m leaving on the ground.

Kaelo leans in close to my ear and whispers, “He will watch more later if you wish it, Goddess. But tonight… you belong to us.”

Welcome to BullPen! A show for single men and couples. We don’t claim to pleasant, we don’t claim to be ethical, and we certainly don’t claim to be good. Keep watching this show if you want real reality television. There’s no money to win or lose, they get paid to be on camera, anyway. The only thing at stake here is your reputation.

We have a group of twenty-one single men (bulls) who hate playing by the rules, and three couples who allegedly love each other. Three bulls cottages line the coast, each with the best facilities, a pool, a private beach, and more. Seven bBulls will be stationed at each cottage at any given time, rotating between cottages every other day.

The three wives are moved to a cottage each, where they spend time with Bulls, intimate or otherwise. Don’t worry, there’s a camera in every single nook and corner, there is no way to hide from us. But, there are ways around it.

The catch, the husband has no access to watch what their wife is up to, what they can do is watch the other wives, and even join them if they choose to. Of course, that option is only open to them in certain situations.

The husbands may not talk to one another about what the wives of the other are up to. However, if they choose to spend time with another man’s wife, their wives will get to know about it. This comes with exceptions.

The wife may sleep on the large bed in the living room only, and wear what the Bulls vote for on a daily basis. Multiple tasks are organised, some that won’t necessarily be consensual (this was agreed to by the wives before they took part in the show).

Special privileges maybe awarded if the wife engages with the hosts or the crew.

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The screen flashes purple , with neon green letters in a retro font reading “Seven Minutes in Heaven”. The Bulls look at me eagerly, enjoying the attire they put me in, two pieces of thin and narrow white cloth— one loosely wrapped around my waist, barely covering my womanhood, and the other my breasts. I am lying on my designated bed like a piece of meat, silently praying that the camera didn’t catch Alex eating me out in the middle of the night till I came on his face violently and made a mess.

The director gestures the Bulls to move away from me, and welcome the two hosts to explain the rules. It’s only fair that they get to do the trial round first.

Hello, fellow role players! Fair warning, this is a pretty long prompt. While I’d love it if you spared the time to read it (and you definitely should if we’re a match), I have left a TLDR following the prompt.

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“Brace for impact! Brace for impact!”

I thought those were the final words I’d ever hear. My hands hold Jared’s tight.

It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I keep thinking.

I had pestered Jared about wanting a vacation for our anniversary. He put in years of his savings into this, and yet…

We were to going to enjoy two weeks at a tropical island. I had yearned to feel the equatorial sun tan my skin while I sip on a mildly alcoholic fruity beverage, forgetting my stressful life. Ironically, the very same life is now flashing before my eyes.

“I love you so much…” Jared said, holding me tight.

The last thing I remember was the intense turbulence and the warmth of my husband’s body.

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The intense sunlight penetrated my eyelids, forcing them to open. The sky seemed clear, a perfect blue in a small opening between the canopies. I sit up slowly and look around, gathering my thoughts.

I noticed an engine of an aircraft a few metres away, half-buried in to the mud. In sudden realisation, I look around. Jared lay right next to me. I place my ear against his chest— I could hear his heart pumping and feel his chest rising and falling with every breath. I sigh in relief, and get up.

No injuries.

The same applies to Jared.

Behind me, three men also lay on the ground. Upon inspection, I deduced they were probably unconscious too. A woman looks noticeably pale and lifeless with her eyes open. I turn away knowing she needed no further inspection to confirm that she is dead.

I found three more people in similarly lifeless conditions. Further away, the pilots lay on the ground, as well. One of them seemed to be hit on the head, but they seemed alive.

I tear a piece of cloth from the hem of my floral sundress and use it to bandage the injury. I silently pray that everyone wakes up without any complications, but I was fairly confident that Jared will regain his consciousness in no time.

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“Annngh… yess…” I moan softly as Captain Mason pumps his massive raw cock into my tight yet juicy pussy. Just as I felt the need to catch a breath, Captain Smith shoves his tool into my mouth.

The two pilots had been great help for survival. It has been a couple hours since I awoke. Jared and the pilots regained their consciousness soon after along with two other men. Jared and another man, Ted, seemed very fazed by the predicament we seemed to be in, unable to be of much help.

Mildly bothered, I decided to go foraging for some food and look for a larger water source than the small pond we were using for the time period with Mason and Smith. The weird attraction I felt for these strong men trying to keep us alive was seemingly reciprocated. We wordlessly let our lusts control us, like animals, under the shade of a broken piece of the airplane cabin. Almost in unison I felt their pleasureful groans. I could feel warmth of the gooey sticky seed on both ends— my face and my pussy.

The horniness we all felt in a near-death scenario was indisputable.

“Your highness!” A baffled man yelled, standing at the edge of the broken cabin. He is shirtless, flaunting his muscular physique. Light brown hair grew gently over his chest. His piercing blue eyes look at me in mild sadness, his golden hair rustling in the gentle forest breeze. His light skin is now golden from the tan he’s probably gotten from being under the sun for a while. A thin white cloth wrapped and hung on his hips, but I could see a huge erect cock peeking out.

“Want a taste? We’ll leave you two to it, then.” Smith grins, lightly smacking my face.

“Fuck, woman. We’re going to make a whore out of you till we get out of here.” Mason says, pulling out whilst violently groping my breasts.

“No…” I moan, pushing Mason’s hands away. “Guys, he is not with us. He wasn’t on the plane.”

I attempt to stand up, albeit weakly and with my hand on Mason’s shoulder for support.

The three of us look at him as bewildered as he is with us.

“Y-you shouldn’t do such things.” The man rushes to me, genuinely worried.

“We will go back to camp, and find you some clothes.” He says, holding me tight. He gently kisses my neck and rubs his cock against my leaking pussy.

“Listen, man. This slut is ours. You can’t just show up and try to fuck her.” Mason chuckles, enjoying watching my immediate acceptance of this man.

He looks at them, frowning.

“Don’t call her that,” he says in all seriousness. “I should have your tongue for calling the Empress of this realm such a lowly thing.”

He gently carries me and places me on his giant cock.

“You’re comfortable, right?” He asks softly.

I didn’t know how to answer amidst the feeling of intense pleasure.

“Okay, let’s go.” He says, carrying me in that stature.

Go? Go where?

Why does this man smell so good in the middle of this forest?

I felt disgusted to be a sticky, sweaty, dirty mess on him.

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Jared rushes to the massive tent I sat in. Juno, the blonde-haired man, stops him in his way.

“You dare to enter the Empress’ residence without permission?” He shouts, raging.

It’s been two hours since Juno brought me to this camp. The moment we arrived, countless soldiers, dressed just like Juno, saluted us. Mason and Smith had followed close behind, watching everything unfold in awe. Being just as confused as I was, Smith agreed to go bring the others. Meanwhile, Juno passionately mated with me on the floor of the tent he brought me in.

Right after, Juno had called upon two equally well-built men to clean me up, just a few minutes ago. They seemed quite pleased about the opportunity and spent a lot of time groping my body before placing me in a large empty tub. They joined me in it and pour a vase filled with water to wash me clean.

It felt just like water but it seemed to do much more. The dirt had washed away almost immediately without showing much resistance, and so did the cum. They sat me down and lift me gently by my legs, holding them open. One of them rubbed my clit gently whilst caressing me like a baby when I began to moan. The other poured the water-like substance over my thighs and pussy, washing everything away. He had gently leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on my inner left thigh before bringing his mouth to my clit. After sucking it for a couple seconds, his tongue invaded my pussy, lapping it up along with whatever juices I leaked.

“It’s clean.” He nodded to the other, satisfied.

They lift me up and began lathering me with a milky, mildly oily yet hydrating liquid, almost like a moisturizer. It was incredibly fragrant, but not in an overwhelming sense. It is when they were diligently rubbing their hands all over my bare body with this mysterious substance that Jared had barged in.

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I’ve written the prompt above envisioning a situation wherein a woman (MC) is travelling via flight with her husband to their vacation destination.

The plane, unfortunately faces unforeseen extreme turbulence and crashes into the middle of nowhere. While the woman is one of the first to regain consciousness, others who survived— the two pilots, her husband, and three other men— soon follow. Merely hours after the ordeal, the pilots engage with her in rushed sex only to be caught by a strangely dressed handsome stranger who refers to the woman as “highness” and “empress”.

Unbeknownst to them, they had entered another world where the woman is considered an extremely accomplished and revered ruler who dictates the culture, the economy and the law of realm, and having massive influence beyond.

While the woman knows nothing of the Empress they consider her to be, she does know how to control men to get her way.

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I am looking for someone to GM for this plot. You will be playing the world around me, including all the men. I can take control of my husband’s character in third person since I do not plan on my character having any sexual relationship with him in the plot.

Please reply with your asl, and your kinks and limits.

Messages that say just, “hey”, “wanna role play”, and, but not limited to, “let’s rp”, will be ignored.

Thank you so much for reading this plot all the way through!

Hello, r/nsfw_roleplay!

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Before I get into the plot and details of the post, please keep in mind that I am looking for a role play partner who is comfortable with the following to play out this plot (negotiable):
- Someone who is ***literate***— who can write 2-3 paragraphs per response with good grammar and spelling. Yes, this includes punctuations. (I hate it when my partner overuses ellipses unnecessarily and uses abbreviations for words.)
- Someone who is ***comfortable playing multiple characters at once*** , ideally five or more people.
- Someone who is ***above 25 years of age***.
- Someone who can ***give me more than just a one liner*** as a reply this post.
- Someone who can ***reply with their kinks and limits***.

If you think you’re ok with the above, then by all means, read on!
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“Is the camera on?” I ask Jared.

He nods, checking the screen in our surveillance van. He looks slightly worried. His eyes look at the subtle, yet gorgeous diamond ring on my finger, remembering our engagement from last week. It was by a beautiful canyon enroute our location of investigation.

*Yes, I’m engaged to the field producer.*

“You know this isn’t safe.” He says, worried.

“And you know I don’t care.” I reply, fixing my outfit.

“Yet, I worry anyway.”

We are doing one of the most dangerous investigations in the history of journalism, a close look at drug routes. We start investigating smaller groups that deal at parties and clubs, gradually graduating to gangs.

“Hey, if you’re uncomfortable at any time…” Jared starts.

“No. As long as there’s no active risk to my life, you shouldn’t interfere.”

Jared nods.

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“Ahh…” I moan when a cock very big and thick pushes against my cervix. Another cock slaps against my face. I silently hope Jared doesn’t interrupt, as far as the investigation is going, it’s going well.

“Ahh, fuck!” One of the dealers grunt, cumming into me.

I turn to him and gently kiss his lips, while the other guy pushes his cock in me and fucks me so fast, I struggle to keep up.

Suddenly my hair gets pulled and I’m thrown onto the bed, the guy pulls his cock out and sprays his cum all over my naked body.

I rub his warm cum into my body while he watches. They smile and take a couple pictures before giving me their numbers.

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I attend a party these guys invite me to, my pictures are shown off and I am forced into sucking two cocks before I meet with the local boss. That night, he watches as his whole gang takes turns on me. He doesn’t mind having a cum covered woman sitting on his lap. He gently kisses me while his bouncer fucks me.

“You’re good. You will go places.” He whispers and walks away. A week later, I’m invited to go with him on a trip to meet the drug lord.

Here, I get caught with the hidden camera, but they don’t realize I have more than one. I get gang raped and fucked multiple times by strangers before being thrown onto the streets. A trucker discovers me and has his fun before rescuing me.

The documentary is released, and instead of being recognised for my journalistic talents, my tight pussy and gorgeous tits are talked about fondly. Jared encourages me to start a show where I interview people with sex on the table.

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*My Kinks:* Romance (twisted into forced bonds), kissing, fingering, deep throating, swallowing, facial, cunnilingus, being edged/teased, barebacking, up against walls, gagged, dominated, begging, glory hole, humiliated, exhibitionism, interrogated, gangbanged, cheating, cumplay, bukkake, cock worship, light pain, hickeys, body slapping, pussy slapping, hotwifing, sweaty men, abs, toned bodies, biceps, tattoos, hot men, light body hair, dominance/submission, dubcon, non-con, humiliation, objectification, abuse of power, name-calling, dirty talk, rough sex, big dicks.

*My Limits:* Anal, rimming, leash, chastity gear, dildos, voyeurism, pet play, human furniture, sleep play, hypnotism, incest, necrophilia, futanari, furry, transformation, tentacles, monster, beast, alien, blood, watersports, bad smells, scat, ass worship, breath play.

Hi!

I’m a female looking for a creative and detailed roleplay partner (or partners) to dive into a steamy, taboo story. I want to explore a scenario where I play Jessica Larson, a sweet, genuinely innocent newlywed wife, who gets swept up in a whirlwind of seduction and betrayal during a camping trip with her husband, Jared Larson, and his old college buddies. I’m looking for you to play Jared’s charming, dominant, and slightly predatory friends who take advantage of the situation. This is set in a Western country—think a rugged, wooded campsite in the U.S. or Canada, with tents, a roaring campfire, and plenty of opportunities for sneaking around.

Jessica and Jared have been married for just three months, and this camping trip is their first big outing with Jared’s old college circle. Jessica is naive, trusting, and completely unaware of the effect she has on men—curvy, bright-eyed, and effortlessly alluring. Jared’s friends, however, are rough-around-the-edges, confident guys with toned bodies, tattoos, and that sweaty, rugged charm that makes Jessica’s heart race despite her loyalty. She’s pure and faithful, but their teasing and subtle advances start to chip away at her resolve.

The plot kicks off as the group sets up camp, sharing beers and stories around the fire. The friends start pushing boundaries—flirty comments, “accidental” touches, or catching Jessica alone while gathering firewood. Maybe one of them “helps” her set up a tent, his hands lingering too long. The tension builds until things spiral into illicit encounters. I’m imagining scenes like:

- *Midnight in a Tent:* Two of Jared’s friends lure Jessica into their tent under some pretense (maybe a game or a “scary” campfire story), and things escalate into a heated, forbidden threesome. They take turns dominating her, whispering dirty things while keeping her quiet so Jared doesn’t hear.

- *Campfire Gangbang:* Late at night, with Jared passed out in his tent, the group coaxes Jessica into staying by the fire. What starts as playful banter turns into a full-on gangbang under the stars, with Jessica overwhelmed but unable to resist their commanding presence.

- *Sneaky Encounters:* Quick, risky moments—maybe one friend pulls her behind a tree for a heated makeout and fingering session, or another corners her in the lake while skinny-dipping, leaving hickeys she has to hide.

- *Jared’s Discovery:* Jared starts noticing clues—Jessica returning to their tent flushed, sweaty, and smelling like cum. Maybe he lies down in his sleeping bag, still warm and sticky from what his friends did with Jessica, and the pieces click. Does he confront her? Get turned on? We can decide!

*My Kinks:* Romance, Kissing (Body & Mouth), Fingering (Receiving), Deep Throating, Swallowing (Me and My Partner/s), Facial, Cunnilingus, Being Edged, Being Teased, Barebacking, Free-Hanging, Up Against Walls, Being Gagged, Being Dominated, Begging, Glory Hole, Being Humiliated, Exhibitionism, Being Interrogated, Being Gangbanged, Cheating, Cumplay, Bukkake, Cock Worship, Light Pain, Hickeys, Body Slapping, Pussy Slapping, Hotwifing, Sweaty Men, Abs, Toned Bodies, Biceps, Tattoos, Hot Men, Light Body Hair

*My Limits:* Strap-ons, Anal, Rimming, Leash, Chastity Gear, Dildos, Voyeurism, Pet Play, Human Furniture, Sleep Play, Hypnotism, Incest, Necrophilia, Futanari, Furry, Transformation, Tentacles, Monster, Beast, Alien, Blood, Watersports, Bad Smells, Scat, Ass Worship, Breath Play

** A partner to play one or more of Jared’s friends—confident, dominant guys who know how to push Jessica’s buttons. You can decide their personalities (maybe one’s a smooth-talking charmer, another’s a rough jock, etc.). I’d love detailed, descriptive writing that captures the tension, guilt, and heat of the scenario. Let’s build the slow seduction and the thrill of sneaking around. We can discuss how Jared reacts—maybe he’s oblivious, conflicted, or secretly into it. I’m open to plotting via PMs to tailor the vibe!**

**If this sounds like your kind of dirty fun, send me a message with your ideas, kinks, and a bit about how you’d play the friends. Let’s make this camping trip unforgettable! 😈**

Hi! I’m Jessica, and I’m looking for a roleplay partner to help live my fantasies vicariously through our collaborative writing.   

***

Becoming an overnight sensation was completely unexpected. I had put up a video of me singing a song I wrote on TikTok and Instagram, and it took off. I like to think I it’s because the song connected with the people, but I am very aware that luck had a huge role to play with it.  

My husband’s pride for me knew no bounds, he knew how much I fantasised about being on a stage and singing to cheering fans all around me. It was his idea to use the newfound fame to turn me into somewhat of a celebrity. We signed up for countless music festivals after releasing my first song.   

My life had started to become a lot different than I thought it would be. We started talking to agents and managers. Having no background or contacts in the industry, I am viewed mostly as a one hit wonder with potential to make people a lot of money. I was pushed to complete my album, and asked to cater to the demographic that mainly listened to me.  

If I had to pick the exact moment I felt my life take the even more unexpected turn, it would have been for my first music video with a major label. It is called “Pleasure”. While I intended the song to be my take on the pleasures of being a woman, the lyrics were edited to make it so I was implying female sexual pleasure.   

“Is that not true feminism? Celebrating sex? Isn’t that what your audience wants?”  

I didn’t mind the pushiness and the control the higher-ups have. I recognise their intent, and I also understand it’s in my best monetary interests.     
It was when they pitched the idea for the music video that I was thrown off.   

“What do we think about the focus of the music video being a vagina,” a writer asked.  

It’s a day before the shoot. Sure, it was a major label, but they only had so much money and time to spare for a newcomer like me.  

“Like, it gets taken care of a little and you can see the panties get wet. Then they take it off, and we can have it licked and caressed and all that. We can play with that idea a bit,” he continues.  

“Won’t that get censored,” I ask, confused.  

“We can blur bits and pieces for the PG13 version, but I think we can keep it in the original,” a producer adds.  

He then looks at me.  

“You’re okay showing your pussy, right? It has to be you.”   

I stare back at him baffled.   

“Sure…” I reply, very unsure.  

***

My husband brushed it off like it was nothing. He was sweet and supportive. Little did I know that I would no longer find that enough in our marriage.    
The filming of the video was incredibly sexual. I was naked the entire time. The director insisted that I needed to be oiled up, and he would do it himself. A couple good looking male models were casted for the role. They filmed my pussy being fingered by them, being licked by them, and face cum dripping all over it. The director looked at the shot and felt like something was off— he wanted my pussy to look like it was used. So, some of them were asked to fuck me hard on camera that it makes my pussy look sore. The million dollar shot was probably of my tight pussy looking like a gaping hole, and cum regurgitating out of it.   

***  

From then on, I desired the feeling of being used. Music festivals were spent with countless fans in the caravan. I made an effort to not look just desirable, but sexually desirable for men. I stripped for bachelor parties and concerts. I started an OnlyFans and made money from the content. I even let men fuck me on stage.   

Throughout all of it, my sweet and supportive husband, with all his inadequacies, held my hand and booked an appointment with next producer to sleep with to make us more rich.  

***  

**What I am looking for in a partner:**    
- They are capable of playing **multiple characters** at once in **third person** (minimum 4 male characters).    
- They have **good grammar and spelling**, including punctuation.    
- They **do not overuse ‘…’** without reason.    
- They **do not use abbreviations and acronyms** during the role play.    
- They **do not write the actions, thoughts or dialogues of my character** in their response.    
- They introduce themselves in detail and include their kinks and limits.    
- They are an active role player on Discord    
- They **can provide a sample of their writing**.    
- They **do not respond with AI-generated introductions and replies**.  

***

*My Kinks:* Romance (twisted into forced bonds), kissing, fingering, deep throating, swallowing, facial, cunnilingus, being edged/teased, barebacking, up against walls, gagged, dominated, begging, glory hole, humiliated, exhibitionism, interrogated, gangbanged, cheating, cumplay, bukkake, cock worship, light pain, hickeys, body slapping, pussy slapping, hotwifing, sweaty men, abs, toned bodies, biceps, tattoos, hot men, light body hair, dominance/submission, dubcon, non-con, humiliation, objectification, abuse of power, name-calling, dirty talk, rough sex, big dicks.

*My Limits:* leash, chastity gear, dildos, voyeurism, pet play, human furniture, sleep play, hypnotism, incest, necrophilia, futanari, furry, transformation, tentacles, monster, beast, alien, blood, watersports, bad smells, scat, ass worship, breath play.

I'm looking for a detailed, literate partner to explore this slow-burn scenario set on the remote Hirta Island in Scotland's St Kilda archipelago.

It's a place of stark beauty—rugged cliffs, crashing waves, and endless skies—but also isolation, with only a small contingent of scientists and military personnel stationed there. Think tense atmospheres, power dynamics, and forbidden desires bubbling under the surface.  

I'm playing Neena, an Indian marine biologist from Mumbai, married for five years to a loving but distant husband back home. This is her first time traveling abroad, funded by a prestigious grant to study seabird populations and climate impacts. She's shy, reserved, and a bit overwhelmed by the cultural shift— her dark hair tied back, henna tattoos fading on her hands from her last festival. Her skin is a rich, warm caramel-brown, and her eyes are large and expressive, framed by long lashes.

On Hirta, she's one of the very few women among a group of mostly white, rugged men: fellow researchers from the UK and Europe, and the military guys who maintain the radar station and provide security. The island's isolation means limited communication with the outside world—spotty internet, no quick escapes—and tensions run high with the constant wind and confinement.  

We can weave in elements of raceplay tastefully, highlighting the exoticism of Neena's background against the predominantly Western crowd. She subconsciously feels white men are handsome and superior—drawn to their tall, toned frames, light skin, sharp features, and confident presence in a way she never quite admits to herself. She thinks often of how much bigger and thicker their cocks are compared to her Indian husband's modest size, a thought that makes her flush with guilt and secret arousal.  

This isn't a rush to the bedroom. Let's develop it gradually. Neena is shy and passive; she doesn't initiate or act, but she also doesn't resist when things happen to her. She lets the men take the lead, her body responding even as her mind wrestles with shame. Polite conversations evolve into flirtations. A scientist brushes against her in the lab, his hand lingering. A military officer shares stories of his tours, making her laugh despite herself. Small acts of dominance emerge—someone insisting on carrying her gear, teasing her about her "city girl" ways. As weeks pass, the isolation wears on her; she misses her husband, but the attention from these fit, toned men (sweaty from hikes, abs peeking under shirts, biceps flexing, light body hair, tattoos glimpsed during changes) stirs something forbidden.  

Kinks: Twisted romance where "bonds" form through coercion or power imbalances. Kissing that turns forceful, fingering in hidden spots, deep throating and swallowing during heated moments. Facials, cunnilingus, edging her until she begs. Bareback risks, up against cold stone walls, gagged with a hand or cloth. Domination, humiliation through name-calling, exhibitionism like risky outdoor encounters, interrogated about her fantasies, leading to gangbangs with the group. Cheating guilt mixed with hotwifing vibes (maybe she confesses via rare calls home, or imagines it). Cumplay, bukkake, cock worship of those big dicks—emphasizing how much larger and thicker they are than her husband's. Light pain like body/pussy slapping, hickeys marking her. Dirty talk, rough sex, objectification, abuse of power (e.g., military guys "inspecting" her), dubcon/non-con where lines blur.  

Limits: No anal, rimming, leashes, chastity, dildos, voyeurism (unless it's part of exhibitionism), pet play, human furniture, sleep play, hypnotism, incest, necrophilia, futanari, furry, transformation, tentacles, monsters, beasts, aliens, blood, watersports, bad smells, scat, ass worship, breath play. Stick to humans, realistic settings, and the kinks listed.   I love descriptive writing, building tension, and exploring the psychological side: her internal conflict, the thrill of betrayal, the quiet submission.  

Let's make this steamy and unforgettable!