“Hey…”

The words woke me up out of my stupor. I looked up from the book that I was barely reading to see who was talking to me. I had been sitting in the Residence Hall’s common area for about an hour now, and I kept telling myself that I would come up with something to do. Nothing ever crossed my mind though.

I was a typical goth girl. Long black hair hung down to my shoulders, where the straps of my black tank top held together my huge tits, the most eye-catching part of my outfit when sitting down. The tank top was cut just above my belly button, which was pierced with a sparkling emerald ornament. Black cargo shorts, running barely 1/8 the way down my thigh, held my bubble butt. My legs were strangled by tight fishnet stockings, which emphasized my thick thighs and toned legs. Head to toe, from my hair to my converse, I wore black.

“Hey?” The voice said again, bringing my eyes up to the person addressing me.

“You good?” He asked. Standing opposite me was a tall, handsome, put-together looking black man with a bag slung over his shoulder. His ID in the left hand indicated that he had just entered the building, though I hadn’t heard him. He was cute, and just my type too.

“Oh yeah, just zoned out.” I respond, un-sticking my pitch black lips from each other after an hour of being closed.

“Do you live in this building?” He asked.

“Yeah, second floor.” I say, shutting the book and moving it off of my lap. His eyes dart down to my thick thighs, and then back to my eyes. He looks down a few more times throughout the conversation.

“Well, the BSA is throwing a little event tonight and you seem like a good addition.”

BSA stood for Black Student Association, a campus group that was basically what it said on the tin. He handed me a card with the details of the event. Right before he seemed like he was going to walk away, he leaned over and whispered to me.

“Marcus told me about you. Are the rumors true?”

I smirked as he pulled away. I was familiar with Marcus, the president of the BSA. The rumor was that I was a total slut for black men. And it was 100% true. I look up at the man standing ahead of me and nod, then pull down my tank top a bit further without fully flashing him.

Stamped on my left breast is a Queen of Spades tattoo. He smiles and claps once.

“Alright then, I’m sure you’ll love it tonight.”

He then turned and walked away, and left me back to my own devices.

\*\*9 hours later\*\*

It was at least 1 AM now. The smell of marijuana flooded my nose as my head bobbed up and down on the man’s cock. Behind me, I heard a rhythmic clapping noise as another man powerfully thrusted his cock into me from behind. My pale ass collided with his brown skin and filled the room with slapping sounds.

“Fuck… you’re sucking my soul out…” the man in front of me, the same man as I met earlier, moaned. I had learned by now his name was Alaunte. His huge cock filled my throat and would have made me choke, had I not been a pro at this. He pat my head as he laid back, trying to hit the blunt in his hand but unable to close his lips around it.

The man behind me, whose name I didn’t know, had one knee on the couch and one on the floor. He held my sides as he pounded me.

Eventually, a higher-pitched moan from Alaunte indicated he was about to cum. I took his cock out of my mouth and licked it from base to tip, at which point he broke and shot his seed all over my face. Shortly after, my fat ass was being glazed as well. The man behind me slapped my ass, and whistled to indicate he was impressed.

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Hello DPP!

Today I’m looking for an RP about a college goth girl who is a huge slut for BBC. The actual plot is pretty nonspecific, and it’s an incredibly fluid setting. I wrote this plot with black men in mind, but I wouldn’t mind to experiment with a black girl either.

My character would be a sexy, slutty, intelligent goth girl named Sam (Samantha) who is studying history at Generico University.

My kinks are as follows:

Interracial, anal, backshots, facials, blowjobs, BLACKED, ownership, outfit control, leashes, tattoos, exhibitionism, objectification, being a trophy girl, domestic servitude.

If including female partners, the following kinks are added:

Foot worship, ass worship, cunnilingus, face sitting

Limits are as follows:

Gore, toilet play, underage partners, animals.

Please come with kinks, limits, and plot ideas in your first DM (not chat!!!!!). Also include my character’s name in the subject line of your DM to prove you’ve read this.

I am 18+ and all the participants are 18+

“Hey…”

The words woke me up out of my stupor. I looked up from the book that I was barely reading to see who was talking to me. I had been sitting in the Residence Hall’s common area for about an hour now, and I kept telling myself that I would come up with something to do. Nothing ever crossed my mind though.

I was a typical goth girl. Long black hair hung down to my shoulders, where the straps of my black tank top held together my huge tits, the most eye-catching part of my outfit when sitting down. The tank top was cut just above my belly button, which was pierced with a sparkling emerald ornament. Black cargo shorts, running barely 1/8 the way down my thigh, held my bubble butt. My legs were strangled by tight fishnet stockings, which emphasized my thick thighs and toned legs. Head to toe, from my hair to my converse, I wore black.

“Hey?” The voice said again, bringing my eyes up to the person addressing me.

“You good?” He asked. Standing opposite me was a tall, handsome, put-together looking black man with a bag slung over his shoulder. His ID in the left hand indicated that he had just entered the building, though I hadn’t heard him. He was cute, and just my type too.

“Oh yeah, just zoned out.” I respond, un-sticking my pitch black lips from each other after an hour of being closed.

“Do you live in this building?” He asked.

“Yeah, second floor.” I say, shutting the book and moving it off of my lap. His eyes dart down to my thick thighs, and then back to my eyes. He looks down a few more times throughout the conversation.

“Well, the BSA is throwing a little event tonight and you seem like a good addition.”

BSA stood for Black Student Association, a campus group that was basically what it said on the tin. He handed me a card with the details of the event. Right before he seemed like he was going to walk away, he leaned over and whispered to me.

“Marcus told me about you. Are the rumors true?”

I smirked as he pulled away. I was familiar with Marcus, the president of the BSA. The rumor was that I was a total slut for black men. And it was 100% true. I look up at the man standing ahead of me and nod, then pull down my tank top a bit further without fully flashing him.

Stamped on my left breast is a Queen of Spades tattoo. He smiles and claps once.

“Alright then, I’m sure you’ll love it tonight.”

He then turned and walked away, and left me back to my own devices.

**9 hours later**

It was at least 1 AM now. The smell of marijuana flooded my nose as my head bobbed up and down on the man’s cock. Behind me, I heard a rhythmic clapping noise as another man powerfully thrusted his cock into me from behind. My pale ass collided with his brown skin and filled the room with slapping sounds.

“Fuck… you’re sucking my soul out…” the man in front of me, the same man as I met earlier, moaned. I had learned by now his name was Alaunte. His huge cock filled my throat and would have made me choke, had I not been a pro at this. He pat my head as he laid back, trying to hit the blunt in his hand but unable to close his lips around it.

The man behind me, whose name I didn’t know, had one knee on the couch and one on the floor. He held my sides as he pounded me.

Eventually, a higher-pitched moan from Alaunte indicated he was about to cum. I took his cock out of my mouth and licked it from base to tip, at which point he broke and shot his seed all over my face. Shortly after, my fat ass was being glazed as well. The man behind me slapped my ass, and whistled to indicate he was impressed.

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Hello DPP!

Today I’m looking for an RP about a college goth girl who is a huge slut for BBC. The actual plot is pretty nonspecific, and it’s an incredibly fluid setting. I wrote this plot with black men in mind, but I wouldn’t mind to experiment with a black girl either.

My character would be a sexy, slutty, intelligent goth girl named Sam (Samantha) who is studying history at Generico University.

My kinks are as follows:

Interracial, anal, backshots, facials, blowjobs, BLACKED, ownership, outfit control, leashes, tattoos, exhibitionism, objectification, being a trophy girl, domestic servitude.

If including female partners, the following kinks are added:

Foot worship, ass worship, cunnilingus, face sitting

Limits are as follows:

Gore, toilet play, underage partners, animals.

Please come with kinks, limits, and plot ideas in your first DM (not chat!!!!!). Also include my character’s name in the subject line of your DM to prove you’ve read this.

I was lying on a rug, face down ass up, my legs shackled to a bar spreading them wide, my hands shackled to the same bar, totally unable to stop you from taking my ass as you pleased.

“We’re recording, so you know what you have to ask for.” Your voice came from behind me.
I gulped, but got out “Please will you fuck my ass?”
“You know when I start it will hurt, and no matter how much you scream and cry I won't stop?” Came your voice.
“Yes, I know this will be purely for your pleasure.” I answered, my voice a bit unsteady.

So how did I get here? Well it started with the most outrageous profile I’d ever seen, you profile claiming that you were an ass man, who only fucked women anally and orally, and all women who’d been with you was begging for it, constantly.
I thought it laughable, but I had to see if you would match, and if you were really that deluded.
We matched, and as we started to chat, you began backing up your claims, with video after video of women first screaming in pain, but after the first couple of times, they started to beg for it. The videos were stamped with different dates, and clothes changed, but the women though anonymised where clearly changing their mind.
I became obsessed with the videos, I didn’t understand it, and asked if we could meet.
You answered only if I was willing to get fucked in the ass hard, you didn’t have time for coffee and chit chat.
After more soul searching, I finally relented, and arranged a time for me to get my ass completely destroyed. You of course had to tie me up so I couldn’t struggle too much.

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So I’m looking for a simple scenario where I will get my guts rearranged by your cock, as you fuck my ass, maybe virgin ass, giving me the worst pain of my life. But how do I go from that to begging for it? Drugs, hypnosis, or something deeper sluttier in me?

For kinks: Anal/Painal, ass to mouth, bondage, toys, gags, outfits, degradation, humiliation, mind break, watersports, piercing, tattoos, feet and more.

Limits: vaginal, scat, minors, gore.

Discord preferred.

With the rapid advancements in science and biotechnology, humanity developed methods to mold the human body into increasingly unrealistic ideals of beauty. However, prolonged exposure to synthetic supplements and advanced cosmetics led to an unforeseen mutation: The Bimbofication Disease.

This disease began to affect women worldwide, causing dramatic physical changes—enlarged breasts, fuller lips, exaggerated curves—and neurological shifts that simplified thought processes. Those infected became increasingly drawn to shallow and frivolous desires, focusing obsessively on beauty, pleasure, and social validation.

Governments and corporations saw this as a lucrative opportunity. They established "Enhancement Centers," where infected women were sent to allow the disease to fully develop and reshape them into the idealized "bimbo" standard. These centers not only accelerated the physical transformations but also trained their minds, reprogramming their thought processes to align with their new roles in society.

In this roleplay, I am a girl who has recently been infected with the Bimbofication Disease. As the symptoms begin to take hold, my body changes rapidly, and I’m sent to one of the Enhancement Centers. There, the virus is allowed to fully develop, and my mind is subjected to a reconditioning process to embrace my new identity.

For kinks: BDSM, fisting, livestock, human cattle, hucow, branding, breeding, big breasts, iq reduction, identity death, big breasts, big cocks, prostitution.

No one liners, and I like details, also, if you're interested on the plot, present your kinks, and some ideas!

18+

It had been a long year. My first year of college was eventful to say the least. Moving to a new city, trying to keep up with all of the school work, and trying (but failing) to make new friends.

I had always been rather shy growing up, I chose studying over socialising, and would much rather be at home or at the gym than out partying. It meant I got into a great school, and had an incredible body by the time I turned 18, but it also meant a non-existent social life.

After finishing my last exam I felt empty. I didn’t have any plans, and would spend most of my days either laying in bed or going to gym, and that was it. I was ecstatic to find out that my father had booked a 4 week, all expenses paid vacation on a tropical island for the both of us. I didn’t get to see my dad much, he was always incredibly busy, but he had just sold his business and wanted to get closer with me. I couldn’t have been happier.

The hotel he had booked was incredible, 5 stars, beautiful, luxury rooms, all the amenities you could ask for, and directly by the beach. After dropping off our bags and settling in my dad texted me to meet him downstairs to check out the beach. I wore my white bikini under a baggy t shirt and headed downstairs in my flip flops. A huge smile on my face.

When we arrived at the white sands, a sign read:

“NUDIST BEACH. ALL SWIMWEAR IS PROHIBITED.”

We both read the sign and stared at each other, I had an incredibly awkward look on my face.

“Well, maybe that explains the great deal I got on this place.” My father said with a chuckle, trying to make light of the situation.

Hey DPP!

Looking to try out this father-daughter scene. If you’re interested, please send me a chat request with your ideas for the story, I’d love to spend some time brainstorming ideas before we jump in. This is just a rough outline, happy to change it as we discuss.

As a freshman in college, life was rigid and rough. Campus was large and crowded, classes were excruciatingly hard and exhausting. I graduated as a valedictorian in my past school, I guess teachers weren’t exaggerating the difference in college work and regular school work. As the days ended, the only thing I looked forward to was the beach. Luckily, the campus was a few blocks away from the beach. This was my peaceful and quiet place. Although it quickly cramped up due to other college kids coming over in packs of 50. A bikini and sun was all I needed, though it was getting quite frustrating on the amount of people trying to hit on me. Just another nerve of mine.

The good news over the past couple of weeks was the announcement that (Rapper name) Was about to head on tour, and his first location here, Miami, on the beach. With the theme of it bikinis and sunshine’s. Well well well….was I dreaming? You’re telling me, my favorite rapper, his crew are coming to town, having a huge concert and on the beach with the theme being my favorite outfit? Life couldn’t come up more clutch than now. With all the built off stress I’ve gathered over the course of exams, quizzes, homework and dorm issues, I needed this. I didn’t think of it twice. I immediately got a ticket, right in the front row to actually enjoy the show he’s about to put on.

It was finally the day. 5pm, sun out and buns out. Putting on a revealing and head turning bikini just to feel comfortable. It wasn’t for flaunting but to enjoy a show and tan as well. I made way through the line, front row. Here we were. The show was spectacular, each of my favorite songs being played, and the amount of features were exiting and surprising. Being a white girl in a crowd mostly dominated by blacks definitely caused some disoriented looks, considering the music was quite violent. But I just loved this music, the beats and overall his voice. Although, something I caught continuously was your attention. It seemed like from every now and then, I caught you looking at me. I just smiled back, that shy and conservative smile, but your eyes told me something. I didn’t know what you had planned after, but something told me, I’d be involved.

Hey hey hey! Hope you guys read through the entire thing and liked my prompt! Now this is just the backstory of the girl and her characteristics. Now it’s time to chime in and create an incredible scene! We could discuss on the potential outcomes for this scene. Perhaps the rapper manipulates the poor girl, forcing her to do things she never intended to do. Maybe the rapper and his crew use her as their little toy backstage. Maybe the rapper or the other features like her enough to where they may offer her a special job for their next music video, although it’ll come with the price of something valuable. You let me know! Unlimited ideas for us to flirt around with! This scene could be a long or short term scene! I don't want to jump in immediately, I want to discuss this thoroughly to get the details right. Once we get the details right, I'd love to RP it longterm where I slowly get turned into your personal tour fucktoy. Please also send more than just "Hi" or "Wanna RP?", I put some effort into this prompt so I'd love for you to reciprocate with some effort as well. Not expecting 4 paragraphs here but just something that shows me you're interested.

Hope to hear from you! And let’s make some memories!

Kinkwise I am into: Rough sex, choking, multiple penetrations, lots of cum, creampies, big cocks, stretching, bikinis, pain, spit roast, group sex, degradation and humiliation, anal, sloppy oral, gangbangs, filming, bondage, public sex, hair pulling, manipulation, lots of sex, multiple men either at once or in series, being used, dry humping, extreme positions, ordering me around, spanking, rimming (both ways) being called degrading names, Leashes, collars, BBC, raceplay, slave play, piss on body, and more.

Limits: anything overly extreme, scat and blood, under@ge, any bathroom stuff.

The RED resort is incredibly secret and exclusive. It's invitation only. For you, you got a calling card with a number and a code on it after you got drunk with a golf buddy of yours, and for some bizarre reason, you ended up admitting your snuff and dolcett kink to him, after he prodded and poked and quizzed you. Almost like he knew, but wanted to be sure. Either way, a few days later, he gave you the card, and told you to call the number.

You thought about it for a few days. Then, you called. They expected your call when you gave your name. They checked the code on the card, and then, they did a background check on you. You must have passed it, because you got a thick envelope sent to you. It contained a plane ticket, and a short notice mentioning that your first trip would be paid for by your benefactor. More importantly, it contained a cover story for your trip, with enough faked hotel bills, receipts, and other paperwork to make it look like you went on a two-week business trip.

The trip out to the resort was comfortable: Business class, limousine services, a private chopper for the last leg out to the tropical island the resort was situated on. The receptionist was welcoming, professional, reserved. Everything you expect from a world-class resort. He quickly checked you in, confirmed with you that you had the all-included welcome package booked for you, and took you to your suite. He just left you there, after making sure your luggage had arrived in your suite too. Just before leaving, he recommends checking out the menu on the table.

The menu first lists available girls: Redhead, brunette, blonde, black hairs, big or small tits, petite or taller, athletic, skinny, ... It then goes on to list scenarios and themed attractions that are available for booking at the reception: Execute unrepenting criminals in the middle ages. Fight and kill a gladiatrix. Offer a sacrifice to dark gods. Hunt, or fish, for girls to eat for dinner in the evening. There are scenarios with gallows, guillotines, chopping blocks, torture chambers, impalement posts, any implement of snuffing a girl that you have ever heard of.

You're reading the list, and trying to decide what you want to do first. Or, as the receptionist mentioned, you could also just go for a stroll. Any girl you see you can snuff, only the hotels male employees are off limits.

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So yeah, this is a setup for a series of quicker snuff or dolcett oriented RPs. I'm mostly looking to focus on snuff, bondage, dolcett, and less on sex although that can definitely happen too! My main kinks for this: Beheading, short-drop or no-drop hanging, impalement, stabbing, shooting, dolcett, spitroasting, oven roasting, bondage, exhibitionism, high heels and outfits, being manhandled, being overpowered, clothes ripped off, cum, creampie, anal.

Limits: scat, piss, vomit.

Hit me up if you're interested in this ;)

Female clients are very welcome!

I play a 20 year old student who signed on with an escort agency so that I can afford college.

You can book time with me through the agency's app and that's often a good way to start a scene. If you're a recurring client we can bypass a lot of that and get to other things.

I'm very much here for the sex in the roleplay, but I also like talking about the experience overall. My character can recommend hotels, accommodate special requests, negotiate extras, all that good stuff. Payment is usually handled through the agency but we can take care of that together if you like.

Open to recurring clients or one-off customers. Scenarios can be high-priced or "more affordable." It's best to share the tone you want to set and I can adjust my character from there.

Feel free to share photo refs for my character, or I'm happy to give options.

Absolutely nothing happens without mutual consent. About the encounters, I'm happy to explore multiple kinks, and even take part of group sex sessions. I enjoy both gentle and rough sex, and if we connect we can explore darker and more sensitive kinks.

Limits: Extreme violence, scat, blood, injury.

Hello!

I'm completely fascinated by the porn industry as a setting and am looking for a like-minded writing partner to explore this world with. To ensure we are like-minded beyond just the choice of setting, I'd want to make clear that I'm especially interested in some of the darker sides of the industry, such as sexism and exploitation. By this I don't mean that I feel a need to play out the darkest 'bad ends' imaginable or anything like that, but rather that I want to depart from some of the more rose-coloured images of this industry that I've read.

Along the same lines, I'm not interested in playing a "sweet," "innocent," "shy," and completely naive character blackmailed or pressured into entering the industry. She'd be entering with hopes of fame and fortune, seeking validation and attention, and/or wanting to explore her sexuality. But once inside the industry, it'll become clear that she will have underestimated how difficult it'll be to succeed, to navigate it by her own agency, and say "no" to things that sound unappealing or uncomfortable.

Unless you can think of an additional alternative I'd be open to consider, I can picture us playing this with one of three approaches. The first is following my same character entering (or having entered) the porn industry and her progress over the course of separate scenes. The second would be jumping into scenes, each with new characters (perhaps with some links between the scenes), exploring various aspects of the industry we find interesting. The third is to plan for a single scene that both find appealing, leaving it open for continuation in the direction of options one or two, or not, thereafter.

What are some things I'd like to explore or types of scenes I'd want to play out? Here's a non-exhaustive list of examples, in no way in order of preference:

-Classic, casting couch type scenes introducing my character to the industry, and by extension, the viewers

-Recording videos on set, including preparation, pre- and post-recording interviews, interactions with cast and crew, and the scene itself

-Podcast interviews

-Negotiating contracts

-Receiving mentorship about how to succeed, whether from a producer, an executive, or fellow star

-Dating/seeing someone in the industry, such as a producer, an executive, or fellow star

-Dating someone from outside the industry, and the pressures that come with it

-Attending parties with people from the industry, perhaps promoting the studio

-Prostitution and private entertainment

Open to receiving additional ideas I may have omitted that are relevant to the setting as well, these are just some that came to mind. To reiterate my point from above, I wouldn't want to venture into the darkest imaginable versions of these, but I would want to bring out a narrative of the porn industry that is ripe with sexism and objectification, condescending men, degrading content, and power imbalances.

It’s Christmas! Time to give joy, happiness and do a good deed to society at least once for year. That’s why we at SnuffCorp are putting our dangerous inmates to adoption. That’s right, you heard of it.

All of those dangerous women who are on the death row, could be yours to execute. Just go to a nearby office of our company on Christmas Eve, and sign things off!

You can do anything you want with the girls, as long they are snuffed in the end of the day.

Be a good fella and adopt a wicked soul!

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Hello, I think this prompt is self explanatory, be literate and be creative about it.

I’m okay with any kink, my limits are scat and minors.

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After the decay of Western civilization due to the fact of low birth rates, our government, the United Nations of the World decided that to fix this minor problem, it needed to import people from the countries of higher birth rates.

Which means it started with a few thousands and thousands of Africans and Middle Eastern men into our countries.

Sure, criminality increased, sex assaults increased, but of course, cultural mixing and specially birth rates started to sky rocket.

Of course women were free to choose their husbands, after all, they were free citizens.

Right?

It was in the year 2030, after a group of women exploding a boat full of immigrants, our supreme leader decided to pass the bill. A bill to end all rebellions.

Every woman was property of the estate, their citizenship was revoked. They were slaves, free use slaves for the immigrants.

So, it started the Great Replacement.

With the arrival in the country, the government would assign them to their wives. They were their property to fuck and breed.

Today is 2050.

It is my 18th birthday, which means that I needed to present myself to the Central Building to learn my role in society.

Am I going to be a public slave? Am I going to be assigned to a husband? Or even going to be sent to the breeding factories?

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For this prompt I’d love to roleplay a woman in a BNWO misogynist society.

Feel free to dm with your ideas and put a little effort on your first message.

*(This prompt is often written with celebs in mind, but can be played just as easily with non-celeb characters)*

In an increasingly isolated post-pandemic world... the rise of the incel movement, sexual crimes and porn addiction spiralling out of control... governments had grown increasingly desperate to find new measures to control their male populations.

The solution, while extremely controversial, made a lot of sense. With so much of the population sexually fixated on the female celebs they saw in movies and on TV - they could act as the perfect "cure". A means of appeasing the sexually frustrated hordes, so to speak.

The government set about creating new social programs. Removing basic human rights from certain gorgeous female celebrities, so that new Free-use and sexual programs could be offered to those in need. Seeing as these new laws were so extreme they had wanted a way to somewhat 'soften' them (at least for the start, they could expand the laws later)... And that is where they decided that the first iterations of these laws would relate exclusively to feet... (again, this can easily be expanded upon at any point in the RP)

Below you will find an overview of some of the social programs implemented in this new government initiative:

* **Total Free-use**: the assigned celeb can have her feet (or more) used by anyone, anywhere, anytime. This is the most 'extreme' program

* **Open House days:** certain days are pre-scheduled in which the celeb's home is opened up to any and all who want to come and use her feet

* **Personalised sex therapy:** for particularly bad cases of inceldom or porn addiction, celebs can be assigned on a 1 to 1 basis in order to keep their client 'satisfied' on a human level

* **Pornography:** the celeb is bookable by various porn studios to make personalised fetish porn

* **Prisoner and sex offender rehabilitation**: the celeb is sent to provide relief for violent criminals or sex offenders

* **Public gloryhole**: sometimes multiple celebs set up in adjacent gloryholes for rapid relief of large numbers of horny customers

* **Sock, shoe and panty personalised delivery**: horny guys can pay large amounts of taxable money for underwear or shoes, the celebs deliver these items personally and even stay around to 'help' customers experience their new products

The celebs assigned to these roles may exhibit a range of emotions about their assignment. Reluctance, disgust, anger, sadness, humiliation, excitement, joy... Part of the fun is in the sheer variety of experiences available to all! Variety, after all, is the spice of life!

So why not join me to play out some scenes of everyday in this fun little world?

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So that's the idea - I want to play out some of these scenarios as RPs! We can have the celebs disgusted and resentful, or maybe horny and curious. Whatever attitude turns you on more.

Kinks for this scene are absolutely wide open. I'll list some of the first kinks that pop into my head (but none of these are essential): cuckolding, exhibitionism/voyeurism, fingering, 69, sloppy oral, body worship, outercourse, cumplay, eating cum, huge cum loads, squirting, having cock rubbed all over my body, feet and foot fetish, scentplay, foodplay, torture, tickling, pain, bondage, anal, sweat, weird insertions, forced lesbianism, coerced masturbation, humiliation, tongue-sucking, forced orgasms, filming/recording, anal, BDSM, multiple partners.

When I step into the ballroom, the first thing I notice is how familiar everything feels.

The banner over the bar reads “Class of 2016 — Ten Year Reunion.” Same school colors, same mascot logo we saw at every football game. Groups of people stand around small tables, laughing, catching up, trying to compress ten years of life into a few conversations.

Ten years ago, I would have been the last person anyone expected to walk in looking like this.

Back then I was the quiet nerd. Skinny, awkward, always hiding behind a laptop or a stack of textbooks. I spent lunch in the computer lab instead of the cafeteria and barely talked unless a teacher called on me. Most people probably remember me as the shy guy who kept to himself and disappeared the moment the final bell rang.

After graduation, I vanished from everyone’s radar.

I moved away for college, and distance gave me something I’d never really had before: space. Space to think about things I had ignored for years. For most of high school I had this constant feeling that I was playing a role that didn’t really belong to me.

Eventually I stopped ignoring it.

Transitioning took time, but little by little my life started aligning with who I actually was. My appearance changed, my name changed, and my confidence grew in ways my high school self never would have believed.

Somewhere along the way, my life took another unexpected turn.

What started as posting photos online turned into modeling, then something bigger. I built a whole persona—bold, glamorous, exaggerated in a way that felt playful and powerful at the same time. Big hair, dramatic makeup, curves I’d spent years working toward. The kind of look people online love to call a “bimbo bombshell.”

Instead of shying away from that label, I leaned into it.

Eventually that persona turned into a full career in the adult film industry. A stage name, film shoots, interviews, fans online recognizing me. A loud, public life that couldn’t be more different from the quiet nerd I used to be.

And now, ten years later, I’m walking through my high school reunion.

Conversations blur around me—people talking about jobs, marriages, kids. A few classmates glance at me curiously, trying to figure out who I am.

Then across the room, someone freezes while looking at me.

I recognize them instantly. Same face, just older.

They stare for a moment, clearly trying to place me. I can almost see the gears turning as they search their memory—old classrooms, yearbook photos, the shy kid who used to sit near the back.

Then their expression shifts.

Because they don’t just recognize the person I used to be.

They recognize the person I became.

Our eyes meet across the room, and I give a small smile as the realization settles in. Ten years ago, I was the quietest guy in the room.

Now I’m someone they’ve probably seen on a screen before they ever saw me walk through this door.

You’re still looking at me, trying to process it.

Maybe you’re someone I used to know well.

Maybe we barely spoke back then.

Maybe you recognize me from my movies instead of from class.

Who are you?

An old friend who finally figured it out?

A curious classmate who can’t believe the transformation?

A boy, a girl… or someone who went through their own journey after graduation?

Hello! Feel free to write about your kinks and limits as you message me. Answer my question and be interesting in your first message! Discord only.

We all know the typical cliche scene. Inexperienced, unsuspecting young woman goes to a casting agency thinking they are signing up for a modeling gig, or a movie role, only to discover that the ad she responded to was a chance for some sleepy producer to see how far she’ll go in order to do porn. What I would like to do is different on a number of levels.

Instead, it will be a female talent producer interviewing a potential male talent. And the male talent will know full well that what he is coming in for involves his cock. And even though the woman is in charge of making the decision to hire this stud man, once his cock is in her pussy, she will be a mess submitting to his desires.

The way I see this going is that your character knows they are coming in for an interview to work for a porn company. The production company I work for specializes in Big Cock porn productions. Sizequeens, Cock Shock, BBC, BWC, if it involves a large piece of man meat, we shoot it.

So because of that, we have to drop all pretense of hiding what we do. The ad is simple. If you have a big cock, and you know how to use it, and you want to shoot porn, we want to hire you. So the interview will involve things like measuring your manhood, getting a semen sample, sexual experience, etc. The perfect candidate is someone who knows how to follow instructions, but when it’s time to turn on the dominance and misogyny, you know how to properly make a woman submit to your massive manhood.

Of course we can open the scene to other porn studios, such as Fake taxi, bang bus and many more.

Please message me with your character description, as well as your kinks, limits and your idea for the plot. I don’t require a long response, but short one liner responses automatically get ignored.

As a freshman in college, life was rigid and rough. Campus was large and crowded, classes were excruciatingly hard and exhausting. I graduated as a valedictorian in my past school, I guess teachers weren’t exaggerating the difference in college work and regular school work. As the days ended, the only thing I looked forward to was the beach. Luckily, the campus was a few blocks away from the beach. This was my peaceful and quiet place. Although it quickly cramped up due to other college kids coming over in packs of 50. A bikini and sun was all I needed, though it was getting quite frustrating on the amount of people trying to hit on me. Just another nerve of mine.

The good news over the past couple of weeks was the announcement that (Rapper name) Was about to head on tour, and his first location here, Miami, on the beach. With the theme of it bikinis and sunshine’s. Well well well….was I dreaming? You’re telling me, my favorite rapper, his crew are coming to town, having a huge concert and on the beach with the theme being my favorite outfit? Life couldn’t come up more clutch than now. With all the built off stress I’ve gathered over the course of exams, quizzes, homework and dorm issues, I needed this. I didn’t think of it twice. I immediately got a ticket, right in the front row to actually enjoy the show he’s about to put on.

It was finally the day. 5pm, sun out and buns out. Putting on a revealing and head turning bikini just to feel comfortable. It wasn’t for flaunting but to enjoy a show and tan as well. I made way through the line, front row. Here we were. The show was spectacular, each of my favorite songs being played, and the amount of features were exiting and surprising. Being a white girl in a crowd mostly dominated by blacks definitely caused some disoriented looks, considering the music was quite violent. But I just loved this music, the beats and overall his voice. Although, something I caught continuously was your attention. It seemed like from every now and then, I caught you looking at me. I just smiled back, that shy and conservative smile, but your eyes told me something. I didn’t know what you had planned after, but something told me, I’d be involved.

Hey hey hey! Hope you guys read through the entire thing and liked my prompt! Now this is just the backstory of the girl and her characteristics. Now it’s time to chime in and create an incredible scene! We could discuss on the potential outcomes for this scene. Perhaps the rapper manipulates the poor girl, forcing her to do things she never intended to do. Maybe the rapper and his crew use her as their little toy backstage. Maybe the rapper or the other features like her enough to where they may offer her a special job for their next music video, although it’ll come with the price of something valuable. You let me know! Unlimited ideas for us to flirt around with! This scene could be a long or short term scene! I don't want to jump in immediately, I want to discuss this thoroughly to get the details right. Once we get the details right, I'd love to RP it longterm where I slowly get turned into your personal tour fucktoy. Please also send more than just "Hi" or "Wanna RP?", I put some effort into this prompt so I'd love for you to reciprocate with some effort as well. Not expecting 4 paragraphs here but just something that shows me you're interested.

Hope to hear from you! And let’s make some memories!

Kinkwise I am into: Rough sex, choking, multiple penetrations, lots of cum, creampies, big cocks, stretching, bikinis, pain, spit roast, group sex, degradation and humiliation, anal, sloppy oral, gangbangs, filming, bondage, public sex, hair pulling, manipulation, lots of sex, multiple men either at once or in series, being used, dry humping, extreme positions, ordering me around, spanking, rimming (both ways) being called degrading names, Leashes, collars, BBC, raceplay, slave play, piss on body, and more.

Limits: anything overly extreme, scat and blood, under@ge, any bathroom stuff.

I never got along with my family. My father being the leader of a militant neo-nazi group, and most of my family being neo-nazis made my life pretty terrible, when I decided that I don't want to have anything to do with this ideology. I hardly spent any time at home beginning from this point on, since my family became more and more hostile towards me.

It all changed when I finally decided that I was done. One day when I was at home alone. I snuck into my brother's room, grabbed his laptop and went to the police with it. As a result, a bunch of people got arrested for planning and committing various crimes. The group was destroyed but as a result I became the Number 1 on their hit list. Even though I had witness protection, you can't escape a worldwide network, and at one point I got shot in the stomach. Luckily I survived but the Police were convinced that going out into the public again would be too dangerous. So a tough decision was made. I was put into a special machine, the latest tech. It was able to edit your DNA and cell structure. Due to it being a very dangerous process and ripe for abuse if in the wrong hands, their use got strictly restricted by pretty much every country, it's only allowed use being to heal diseases that otherwise can’t (cancer, aids, disabilities etc.) or save miscarriages. But for this case they were able to make an exception. I was put into the machine turning me into my female self. A computer basically randomizing my new personal data. Without even the Police knowing my new identity I was sent out into the world, a bit of cash on my hand to get through the first months. Only problem: I had nothing but an ID, a driver's license and cash that would allow me to live maybe a year in a shitty apartment if I spend the absolute minimum. No diploma, no cv, no nothing. This will be tough

(This is where the story can take a few paths. Just send me the one you would like the most)

A: The reunion (The happiest romantic version and the one that is best suited if you want a deeper story, this is the one I fleshed out the most, the other ones are more vague ideas)

As the clinch between me and my family began,I started to spend more and more time with you, being my best friend since Kindergarten and the one who helped me get my view on the world right. I would spend many many nights and days at your house, with your parents being always very welcoming to me, while you coming from a good family background meant that hanging out with you made the hate of my family towards me even worse. As you were the only person I really trusted, I tried my best to get into contact with you. Opening up to you.

I imagine this turning into a very romantic prompt. Officially I am your girlfriend turning into your stay at home wife who looks after our children and you, since I literally have no options in life, while you use your good background to care for me financially.

B: The trophy wife (If you love age gaps and bimbos)

Not being able to find any real job, I get into a downwards spyral, leading to me selling my body for some quick cash. After working as an escort for a bit I get to know you, a very well off older man. One leads to another and I become your bimbo trophy wife. Spending my life as your arm candy, caring less and less about the world I cared so much for before.

C: Porn/Prostitution (For just smut)

Not being able to find any real job, I get into a downwards spyral, leading to me taking the job as an extra on a porn set. It doesnt pay too well and the organizers see something in me pursuing me to do more, leading to a career in porn. (Would basically turn into you being my manager and us playing different porn scenes along the way.) Alternatively I resort to selling my body or begin working in a brothel (with you being my pimp)

As a freshman in college, life was rigid and rough. Campus was large and crowded, classes were excruciatingly hard and exhausting. I graduated as a valedictorian in my past school, I guess teachers weren’t exaggerating the difference in college work and regular school work. As the days ended, the only thing I looked forward to was the beach. Luckily, the campus was a few blocks away from the beach. This was my peaceful and quiet place. Although it quickly cramped up due to other college kids coming over in packs of 50. A bikini and sun was all I needed, though it was getting quite frustrating on the amount of people trying to hit on me. Just another nerve of mine.

The good news over the past couple of weeks was the announcement that (Rapper name) Was about to head on tour, and his first location here, Miami, on the beach. With the theme of it bikinis and sunshine’s. Well well well….was I dreaming? You’re telling me, my favorite rapper, his crew are coming to town, having a huge concert and on the beach with the theme being my favorite outfit? Life couldn’t come up more clutch than now. With all the built off stress I’ve gathered over the course of exams, quizzes, homework and dorm issues, I needed this. I didn’t think of it twice. I immediately got a ticket, right in the front row to actually enjoy the show he’s about to put on.

It was finally the day. 5pm, sun out and buns out. Putting on a revealing and head turning bikini just to feel comfortable. It wasn’t for flaunting but to enjoy a show and tan as well. I made way through the line, front row. Here we were. The show was spectacular, each of my favorite songs being played, and the amount of features were exiting and surprising. Being a white girl in a crowd mostly dominated by blacks definitely caused some disoriented looks, considering the music was quite violent. But I just loved this music, the beats and overall his voice. Although, something I caught continuously was your attention. It seemed like from every now and then, I caught you looking at me. I just smiled back, that shy and conservative smile, but your eyes told me something. I didn’t know what you had planned after, but something told me, I’d be involved.

Hey hey hey! Hope you guys read through the entire thing and liked my prompt! Now this is just the backstory of the girl and her characteristics. Now it’s time to chime in and create an incredible scene! We could discuss on the potential outcomes for this scene. Perhaps the rapper manipulates the poor girl, forcing her to do things she never intended to do. Maybe the rapper and his crew use her as their little toy backstage. Maybe the rapper or the other features like her enough to where they may offer her a special job for their next music video, although it’ll come with the price of something valuable. You let me know! Unlimited ideas for us to flirt around with! This scene could be a long or short term scene! I don't want to jump in immediately, I want to discuss this thoroughly to get the details right. Once we get the details right, I'd love to RP it longterm where I slowly get turned into your personal tour fucktoy. Please also send more than just "Hi" or "Wanna RP?", I put some effort into this prompt so I'd love for you to reciprocate with some effort as well. Not expecting 4 paragraphs here but just something that shows me you're interested.

Hope to hear from you! And let’s make some memories!

Kinkwise I am into: Rough sex, choking, multiple penetrations, lots of cum, creampies, big cocks, stretching, bikinis, pain, spit roast, group sex, degradation and humiliation, anal, sloppy oral, gangbangs, filming, bondage, public sex, hair pulling, manipulation, lots of sex, multiple men either at once or in series, being used, dry humping, extreme positions, ordering me around, spanking, rimming (both ways) being called degrading names, Leashes, collars, BBC, raceplay, slave play, piss on body, and more.

Limits: anything overly extreme, scat and blood, under@ge, any bathroom stuff.

It’s Christmas! Time to give joy, happiness and do a good deed to society at least once for year. That’s why we at SnuffCorp are putting our dangerous inmates to adoption. That’s right, you heard of it.

All of those dangerous women who are on the death row, could be yours to execute. Just go to a nearby office of our company on Christmas Eve, and sign things off!

You can do anything you want with the girls, as long they are snuffed in the end of the day.

Be a good fella and adopt a wicked soul!

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Hello, I think this prompt is self explanatory, be literate and be creative about it.

I’m okay with any kink, my limits are scat and minors.