u/OutrageousClass99

We’re a close group of modest Muslim women from university — all outwardly pious, from religious families, supposedly saving ourselves for marriage. Of course, we made ideal prey for someone like you - an arrogant, hung white man who only cared about adding us to his long list of exotic conquests.

Nadia, the curvy, flirtatious one was where it all began. She didn’t quite believe in the ‘no dating’ rule and that was your way in. You seduced her with your confidence, then destroyed her in a hotel room - pounding her thick ass doggy, choking her while she moaned like a whore, and flooding her womb with your thick cum. The video of her screaming your name and begging for more became the first weapon in your arsenal.

After that was Yasmin, the slim, innocent-looking one with the pretty face and strict parents. She was harder to crack, but once you had her, you were merciless. You fucked her roughly in the back of your car, hijab still on, slapping her small perky tits and calling her your secret Muslim slut while she squirted all over your seats. Using the shame embedded in our culture against her was easy - “One wrong word and your family sees how their perfect daughter takes white cock.”

Maryam was the quiet, bookish one - the most religious of us, always in hijab, the one who lectured others about staying halal. You used Yasmin to get her alone after a late study session, plying her drinks with alcohol. You broke her on her own prayer mat, stretching her tight virgin pussy with your massive BWC until she was crying from drunk pleasure and shame. You made her repeat how her white bull’s cock felt better than any future Muslim husband ever could, then creampied her while recording every second of her sinful orgasm.

And that was just the start.

One by one you’re targeting us in secret. None of the others know you’re fucking the rest of the group. You use the blackmail from each conquered girl to trap the next - forcing us to set up “harmless” meetups while threatening to expose our sins if we disobey. The shame is unbearable: the fear of our families finding out we’ve been committing premarital sex with a white kafir, the terror of possibly carrying your child, the guilt of betraying everything we were raised to believe.

You love reminding us how easily you’re ruining an entire pious Muslim friend group. You make each of us compete unknowingly - who can take your cock the deepest, who moans the loudest, who begs the most pathetically for your seed.

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Thank you for reading! I'd love to play out a medium-to-longer slow burn roleplay exploring how a BWC (or BBC!) rips through the social circle of a Muslim friend group (because we're allowed to crave BWC too). The idea is that he manipulates/blackmails/coerces us into increasingly degrading acts and into corrupting the other friends in the group.

Kinks: Raceplay, cheating, corruption, cuckoldry, humiliation, degradation, cumplay, facials, creampies, non-con to dub-con/con, outfit control, public sex, risky sex, high heels, feet, lingerie, hold-the-moan

Limits: Excessive violence, toilet stuff, incest

Ready to start adding us to your collection? Tell me how you’d target Nadia and we'll take it from there!

What’s every young, South-Asian woman’s dream? To become a model/influencer, make plenty of money and get married, of course! Some will be mature enough to know that it’s not possible, but the vast majority will have a sense of ambition that is just waiting to be taken advantage of.

So, what happens when you take a desperate, ambitious South-Asian woman (Indian, Pakistani, Bengali, or Sri Lankan - she will specify) and an unscrupulous white producer/director who has ‘worked with all the big brands and modelling agencies’? A whole lot of fun, of course.

They show up to his private studio apartment wearing their best “professional but cute” outfit, heart pounding with hope that this is the break that gets them out of their conservative family’s expectations and into a real career.

The interview starts innocently but grows increasingly invasive. He sits them on the famous casting couch under bright lights with a camera rolling “for his files.” He asks detailed questions about their background, their family’s strict rules, how traditional and religious they are, whether they know they’re even here, and what they would think if they saw their precious daughter in lingerie or worse.

He makes them stand, turn slowly, pose, and describe their body measurements in humiliating detail while he openly stares and comments.

Then the real coercion begins. He tells them the “modelling job” requires full nudity for body checks and “chemistry testing.” When they hesitate, he calmly reminds her how much he can offer and they can simply walk way from their dream.

He pushes them further, making them strip piece by piece while he delivers heavy, degrading raceplay commentary on her “exotic” brown skin, dark nipples and how desperate desi girls are his favourite.

It ends with him making them repeat degrading phrases about how pathetic and eager South-Asian girls are, how their people exist to please white cock, how their tight brown holes are inferior yet perfect for white use, and how their conservative family would disown their innocent little brown princess if they knew they were spreading her legs on camera for a white stranger.

He mocks her culture, religion, skin tone, and compares her unfavourably to “real” models, all while filming everything as future blackmail material. And of course, at the end, the video isn’t as private as they think it is.

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Thank you for reading. Looking to play out a slight twist on the typical casting couch role. The escalation is slow and detailed: interview questions turning filthier, light touching becoming groping, coerced oral, reluctant sex, creampies, and forcing her to thank him for “giving a brown girl a chance.” She is reluctant, deeply ashamed, possibly crying or trembling, but ultimately compliant because the stakes are so high and her body betrays her with unwanted arousal.

Looking for someone literate, highly descriptive, and stay in character. Heavy focus on coercion, power imbalance, family reputation pressure, raceplay/humiliation.

Limits: incest, toilet stuff, excessive violence

I was thrilled to have finally landed my first job after university. Countless job rejections had left me disheartened and depressed until I stumbled across this job advert. I started this month as a Strategic Leadership and Unification Trainee at a high-end investment firm. It's been advertised as their new, prestigious fast-track development program.

I’m fully committed to making a strong impression - professional outfits, neat button-up blouses, sensible heels, and a bright, can-do attitude every single day. I take detailed notes, help with scheduling, prepare reports, and volunteer for any extra tasks. I genuinely believe this is my big opportunity to grow and prove myself in the business world.

Except... It sometimes feels as though I'm not doing any work at all. I keep getting called into private offices for one-on-one “mentorship" but seemingly only chat about non-work related topics. I have an office with a glass floor, ceiling and wall but nothing to do inside it. I help take coffee orders and am told to attend meetings to take notes, where all the important men discuss their various negotiations and mergers. I'm not even sure they look at my notes.

At first I was a little confused and embarrassed, but everyone is so encouraging and complimentary that I just want to do a good job and not disappoint them. I’m still trying my hardest to remain the sweet, professional, ambitious good girl on the surface.

Thank you for reading. I want to roleplay as this innocent, hardworking young woman who has no idea she’s slowly being turned into the office slut - gradual corruption, power dynamics, risky workplace encounters, trying to stay quiet and composed while being used, etc.

Looking for dominant partners to play my boss(es), senior colleagues, or the whole team who are “training” their new SLUT. Detailed, slow-burn, teasing, praise mixed with humiliation, raceplay, degradation, outfit descriptions, creampies, and plenty of “this is how things work here” corporate gaslighting.

Kinks: office risk, raceplay, humiliation, degradation, power imbalance, free-use, innocence corruption, cum play, sloppy oral, being passed around discreetly, creampies, facials, risky sex
Limits: Toilet stuff, extreme violence/pain.

If you’d like to “mentor” the sweet, naive new girl who thinks she’s just in a special leadership program… message me.

I’m Nadia, your best friend’s mum. I’ve known you pretty much all of your life and I’m sure you’ve noticed me when coming around - tanned skin with a few light freckles across my chest and shoulders, shoulder-length wavy brunette hair that I usually keep in a neat ponytail or loose waves, full breasts that fill out my everyday blouses and jumpers, a soft mum-tummy from having kids, wide hips, and a plump, round backside that looks fantastic in tight jeans or yoga leggings. I dress like a respectable mum most of the time - jeans, fitted tops, sundresses in summer - but my body still turns heads.

You’re 19 now - tall, cocky, athletic, with that arrogant confidence only young men have. I’ve sometimes noticed the way your eyes linger on me a little too long… especially when I’ve worn nice fitted dresses to family dinners or barbecues, the fabric hugging my curves, or when I’m padding around the house in my soft dressing robe in the mornings or evenings, the belt tied loosely so it occasionally gaps open just enough to show a hint of cleavage or thigh. I always told myself it was harmless, that you were just a hormonal young man, and I’d blush and adjust my robe or change the subject.

On the surface I’m the perfect, polite, middle-class British mum: always smiling, baking cakes for the school fete, keeping the house tidy. But years ago, long before the kids and the sensible life, I took some very private, very risqué photos of myself. They started tame - lingerie, topless teasing - but quickly got filthier: completely nude, legs spread wide, playing with myself. I thought those photos were safely stored in the Cloud. They weren’t.

One afternoon, you come around to study with my son. You didn’t come from a particularly well off family and needed a laptop, so I was happy to lend you mine for the day. I lost track of time as I started cooking, cleaning and sorting out some admin. That’s when I thought I’d head upstairs for a nap. What I find instead is you.

You’re lounging on my marital bed, trousers around your ankles, your young cock hard and throbbing in your hand. The old laptop is open beside you, screen glowing with my most shameless photos — one of me on all fours in nothing but stockings, arse up high, two fingers buried deep in my wet cunt, looking back over my shoulder with pure fuck-me eyes. You’re stroking yourself furiously, completely lost in the images of your best friend’s mum at her absolute sluttiest. You don’t even hear me come in at first.

The moment I step into the room and freeze in shock, you look up, caught red-handed, but instead of panicking and apologising, a cocky smirk slowly spreads across your face. You don’t bother covering up. You tell me straight: these photos are gold. You’ve already forwarded copies to yourself (and maybe a mate or two “just in case”). If I don’t do exactly what you want from now on, every single filthy picture gets sent to my husband, my son, the family WhatsApp group, my work colleagues, and posted online with my full name. My perfect respectable mum reputation will be destroyed forever.

I’m horrified. My face burns with embarrassment and anger. I beg, I plead, I threaten to call your parents or throw you out - anything to make this stop. But you just keep slowly stroking your cock, eyes roaming over my body in my casual home clothes, and make it clear that you weren’t going to stop unless i gave you an incentive to do so.

Thank you for reading!

I’m looking for a confident, literate partner who enjoys long, detailed roleplay with slow-burn blackmail, progressive corruption, power imbalance, and turning a respectable suburban mum into a filthy, eager slut. Lots of dirty talk, body description, risk of getting caught, cheating elements, and steadily escalating sexual tasks.

Kinks: blackmail, coercion turning into willing submission, MILF/young stud age gap, cheating/cuckold vibes, humiliation, risky home sex, photo/video evidence, voyeurism (catching you jerking), oral, creampies, clothing play (sundresses, yoga pants, robes, dresses), gradual slut training.

Limits: no underage, no gore, no scat, no animals.

I’ll let you know any additional hard limits.

If this sounds like fun, reply with your character details (your name, how long you’ve known my son, how you feel about finally getting caught with your cock out to my photos), your immediate reaction and first words when I walk in, and how you plan to start breaking me in.