sissyslutemma27
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Who would like to try one, some, or all of these RP ideas with me?
If you like any and want to use them yourself, feel free! Happy playing!
If you want to play with me, I will play as a cis girl/woman in all roles.
Came up with all of these the last two nights. Will either update this thread with new ones or start a new thread if need be.
-I'm an 18 yo girl and it's prom night. The dance was pretty fun, but then my date disappeared with his friends and it looked like they weren't coming back. You're my favorite teacher and you're in your classroom grading papers. I see the light on in your classroom and go in to vent.
-I’m your female co worker. We’ve been friends for years, always getting put on projects together. Our spouses are friends. We go on double dates together. We live near each other. The company sends us on a trip and our presentation goes really well. When we get to the hotel, they were overbooked, so we have to share a room. No problem, right? Just two friends of the opposite sex sharing a room…
-Im a cheerleader at a university you’re a professor at. I’m not doing so well in your class, so I ask if there’s any way I could help my grade. Extra credit, out of class tutoring, whatever it takes because of my grade falls too far, I won’t be able to cheer. You say that you can tutor me, but the only times you are available are either before or after games. I need to do well in your class, so I get ready for the game and go to your office…
-I’m a professor at a university and you are in one of my classes. You always seem to be staring at me, and not in a ‘just paying attention’ way. The semester ends and you’re turning in your final exam. I tell you that I’ve enjoyed having you in my class and that I’m looking for TAs for next year. That if you’re interested, just come by the next day for an informal interview and we can hammer things out. When you show up the next day, I’m wearing my normal skirt, blouse and heels, but it’s very clear I have no lingerie on…
-You’re the best man at a wedding where I am the bride. Everyone in the wedding party has been friends since college. Other than my soon to be husband, none of the others have become a couple. While we never dated, you and I had sex constantly until your friend asked me out. Since then we’ve buried our list for each other. My future husband is your best friend after all. During the rehearsal dinner, I go into the room where I’ll be getting ready the next day. Noticing I’m gone, you come to find me. You see me staring at my dress without joy until I notice you’re there…
-You and your wife have been trying to get the spark back in your marriage. She suggests that you go to a lingerie store and buy something for her that you think she’d look sexy in. I work at the first boutique you visit. After I greet you and ask if you need help, you mention your task. When I ask what size your wife is, you say “almost identical to you.” I ask if you’d like me to model a few things for you. Probably thinking I’m joking, you say “sure.” I tell you I’ll be in the back for a minute and to keep browsing in the meantime. A few minutes of wandering later, you hear from the back “excuse me, sir? I think I may have found something you’ll like if you join me back here.” You enter the back room and find me in lingerie and heels…
-Your daughter and I have been best friends all through high school. We played sports together. Our families vacationed together. We chose the same college and decided to live together. You always liked me. Your daughter and I were always good kids. As we got older, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive you thought I was. Fortunately you’re not a pervert, so you never laid a finger on me, hard as it may have been sometimes. During summer break, your daughter and I had to come back home. My parents were on a bucket list trip, so you offered to let me stay with your family. One day, your wife and daughter left to visit her parents. You were sitting in the living room when you changed channels and saw a reflection of me standing in the doorway wearing, not the leggings and sweatshirt you were used to, but a short bandage dress, heels, and a look on my face…
-My husband has been your best friend since long before he met me. You both went to college at different universities, but you always stayed friends no matter the distance. My husband met me his Sophomore year. When he brought me home to meet you, you were clearly attracted to me. He was your best friend, though, so you looked but didn’t touch. Eventually you found a girl of your own. Your friend got engaged to me. You got engaged to your gf. We all moved near each other. Hung out together. Got married at around the same time. Your marriage didn’t last. It wasn’t a bad divorce, but you had a hard time bouncing back, especially seeing how happy your friend and I were. Then one night you’re at your house when you see someone pull in your driveway. It’s your friend’s car, but I get out and I look like I’m about to go out to a club. Thinking that I may be in trouble, you open the door. You don’t smell alcohol on me, so it surprises you when I kiss you passionately…
-I was the girl you had a crush on in college. You never acted on your attraction to me, but you and your friends always hung out with me and my friends. Eventually you married one of my best friends. I stayed single. Your wife knew you always had a crush on me, so she told you that I agreed to a threesome with you both. You were beyond excited. When the night came for our encounter and you were about to leave for the hotel we had booked, your wife told you she wouldn’t be going. When you started to question why, she explained that I had a crush on you for years, but could never work up the courage to act on it. It was why I was still single. I couldn’t find another you. So this was her way of giving us both something we wanted and that afterward, we could all discuss an arrangement going forward. Still speechless, you got in your car and went to the hotel. You got to the door, knocked, and when it opened…
-You see me across the room at the conference. One of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen, you know I’m way out of your league. You talk to other people, occasionally seeing me from time to time until one of your coworkers introduces us. We end up chatting like old friends. Before you know it, an hour has passed. You’re sure I was just being polite until I say, “I know this may be a bit forward, but would you like to take me to your room?
-We’re on a night out with a group of our friends and our spouses. Going from bar to bar, club to club, everybody is getting pretty wasted. Everybody but us. We’ve had a few drinks, but neither of us likes to be ‘drunk.’ As everyone gets sloppier and sloppier, we gravitate toward each other. We’re enjoying having a conversation while everyone else is having fun doing all the stuff drunk people tend to do. Eventually we’re at a table talking when my husband accidentally pushes you into me. Your hand goes up my thigh and our faces touch. I’m instantly aroused. I don’t wait around to see if you are, I just rush to the bathroom. You enter behind me, making sure I’m okay. Before we know it, we’re making out. Your cock is out. My panties are at my feet. We shouldn’t be doing this. Our spouses are right outside! And we’re not even drunk! But…
-You’re on the way to a vacation with your wife. She always falls asleep on flights and you get left having to occupy yourself. After a little bit in the air, you finally notice me as your flight attendant. Normally you wouldn’t do this sort of thing, but you find me attractive and it’s kind of exciting with your wife asleep next to you, that you start to brush against me every time I come past you. I ignore it the best I can, so you get more brazen, full on rubbing my leg, grabbing my ass as I help the row across from you. Eventually you stop, pleased but not pleased with yourself. It’s nearly time to land and you’re about to wake your wife when I walk past and a note falls in your lap. It says ‘Hilton, room 227, between 7 and 8. Emma’ You’re unsure of what to do. You deplane and get to your hotel with your wife. She’s still tired from the flight and wants to stay in tonight. You agree, but as it gets closer to 7, you can’t help it. You tell your wife you’re going to go to a local shop and pick up a few things and maybe wander a little as you’re not that tired. She says to have fun and you head off for some ‘sightseeing’…
-You just woke up on your day off. It’s been a long week, what with having brought your daughter back from college for the summer. Not to mention she brought her friend to stay with you, something your wife failed to tell you she okay’d. They stay up late and ruin what little sleep you DO get. But now it’s the weekend and the house is weirdly quiet, apart from a noise you can’t quite make out. You get out of bed and throw on a shirt and some shorts. You know that your wife and daughter usually go work out, then shop for groceries on the weekend. As you walk out of your room, the noise gets a little louder. It’s a person, but who? You’re sure that your wife and daughter would take her friend if they went somewhere, but asa you approach the source of the noise, your daughter’s room, you’re not so sure. Now you can clearly hear it. Someone is moaning. Moaning like they’re having sex. It doesn’t quite sound like your daughter, but her and her friend sound a LOT alike. So you carefully open the door a crack and see me, wearing your daughter’s old school uniform, frantically masturbating under my panties. You almost turn to leave, but then you hear me softly moan your name. You SHOULD leave, but…
If you like any and want to use them yourself, feel free! Happy playing!
If you want to play with me, I will play as a cis girl/woman in all roles.
Came up with all of these the last two nights. Will either update this thread with new ones or start a new thread if need be.
-I'm an 18 yo girl and it's prom night. The dance was pretty fun, but then my date disappeared with his friends and it looked like they weren't coming back. You're my favorite teacher and you're in your classroom grading papers. I see the light on in your classroom and go in to vent.
-I’m your female co worker. We’ve been friends for years, always getting put on projects together. Our spouses are friends. We go on double dates together. We live near each other. The company sends us on a trip and our presentation goes really well. When we get to the hotel, they were overbooked, so we have to share a room. No problem, right? Just two friends of the opposite sex sharing a room…
-Im a cheerleader at a university you’re a professor at. I’m not doing so well in your class, so I ask if there’s any way I could help my grade. Extra credit, out of class tutoring, whatever it takes because of my grade falls too far, I won’t be able to cheer. You say that you can tutor me, but the only times you are available are either before or after games. I need to do well in your class, so I get ready for the game and go to your office…
-I’m a professor at a university and you are in one of my classes. You always seem to be staring at me, and not in a ‘just paying attention’ way. The semester ends and you’re turning in your final exam. I tell you that I’ve enjoyed having you in my class and that I’m looking for TAs for next year. That if you’re interested, just come by the next day for an informal interview and we can hammer things out. When you show up the next day, I’m wearing my normal skirt, blouse and heels, but it’s very clear I have no lingerie on…
-You’re the best man at a wedding where I am the bride. Everyone in the wedding party has been friends since college. Other than my soon to be husband, none of the others have become a couple. While we never dated, you and I had sex constantly until your friend asked me out. Since then we’ve buried our list for each other. My future husband is your best friend after all. During the rehearsal dinner, I go into the room where I’ll be getting ready the next day. Noticing I’m gone, you come to find me. You see me staring at my dress without joy until I notice you’re there…
-You and your wife have been trying to get the spark back in your marriage. She suggests that you go to a lingerie store and buy something for her that you think she’d look sexy in. I work at the first boutique you visit. After I greet you and ask if you need help, you mention your task. When I ask what size your wife is, you say “almost identical to you.” I ask if you’d like me to model a few things for you. Probably thinking I’m joking, you say “sure.” I tell you I’ll be in the back for a minute and to keep browsing in the meantime. A few minutes of wandering later, you hear from the back “excuse me, sir? I think I may have found something you’ll like if you join me back here.” You enter the back room and find me in lingerie and heels…
-Your daughter and I have been best friends all through high school. We played sports together. Our families vacationed together. We chose the same college and decided to live together. You always liked me. Your daughter and I were always good kids. As we got older, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive you thought I was. Fortunately you’re not a pervert, so you never laid a finger on me, hard as it may have been sometimes. During summer break, your daughter and I had to come back home. My parents were on a bucket list trip, so you offered to let me stay with your family. One day, your wife and daughter left to visit her parents. You were sitting in the living room when you changed channels and saw a reflection of me standing in the doorway wearing, not the leggings and sweatshirt you were used to, but a short bandage dress, heels, and a look on my face…
-My husband has been your best friend since long before he met me. You both went to college at different universities, but you always stayed friends no matter the distance. My husband met me his Sophomore year. When he brought me home to meet you, you were clearly attracted to me. He was your best friend, though, so you looked but didn’t touch. Eventually you found a girl of your own. Your friend got engaged to me. You got engaged to your gf. We all moved near each other. Hung out together. Got married at around the same time. Your marriage didn’t last. It wasn’t a bad divorce, but you had a hard time bouncing back, especially seeing how happy your friend and I were. Then one night you’re at your house when you see someone pull in your driveway. It’s your friend’s car, but I get out and I look like I’m about to go out to a club. Thinking that I may be in trouble, you open the door. You don’t smell alcohol on me, so it surprises you when I kiss you passionately…
-I was the girl you had a crush on in college. You never acted on your attraction to me, but you and your friends always hung out with me and my friends. Eventually you married one of my best friends. I stayed single. Your wife knew you always had a crush on me, so she told you that I agreed to a threesome with you both. You were beyond excited. When the night came for our encounter and you were about to leave for the hotel we had booked, your wife told you she wouldn’t be going. When you started to question why, she explained that I had a crush on you for years, but could never work up the courage to act on it. It was why I was still single. I couldn’t find another you. So this was her way of giving us both something we wanted and that afterward, we could all discuss an arrangement going forward. Still speechless, you got in your car and went to the hotel. You got to the door, knocked, and when it opened…
-You see me across the room at the conference. One of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen, you know I’m way out of your league. You talk to other people, occasionally seeing me from time to time until one of your coworkers introduces us. We end up chatting like old friends. Before you know it, an hour has passed. You’re sure I was just being polite until I say, “I know this may be a bit forward, but would you like to take me to your room?
-We’re on a night out with a group of our friends and our spouses. Going from bar to bar, club to club, everybody is getting pretty wasted. Everybody but us. We’ve had a few drinks, but neither of us likes to be ‘drunk.’ As everyone gets sloppier and sloppier, we gravitate toward each other. We’re enjoying having a conversation while everyone else is having fun doing all the stuff drunk people tend to do. Eventually we’re at a table talking when my husband accidentally pushes you into me. Your hand goes up my thigh and our faces touch. I’m instantly aroused. I don’t wait around to see if you are, I just rush to the bathroom. You enter behind me, making sure I’m okay. Before we know it, we’re making out. Your cock is out. My panties are at my feet. We shouldn’t be doing this. Our spouses are right outside! And we’re not even drunk! But…
-You’re on the way to a vacation with your wife. She always falls asleep on flights and you get left having to occupy yourself. After a little bit in the air, you finally notice me as your flight attendant. Normally you wouldn’t do this sort of thing, but you find me attractive and it’s kind of exciting with your wife asleep next to you, that you start to brush against me every time I come past you. I ignore it the best I can, so you get more brazen, full on rubbing my leg, grabbing my ass as I help the row across from you. Eventually you stop, pleased but not pleased with yourself. It’s nearly time to land and you’re about to wake your wife when I walk past and a note falls in your lap. It says ‘Hilton, room 227, between 7 and 8. Emma’ You’re unsure of what to do. You deplane and get to your hotel with your wife. She’s still tired from the flight and wants to stay in tonight. You agree, but as it gets closer to 7, you can’t help it. You tell your wife you’re going to go to a local shop and pick up a few things and maybe wander a little as you’re not that tired. She says to have fun and you head off for some ‘sightseeing’…
-You just woke up on your day off. It’s been a long week, what with having brought your daughter back from college for the summer. Not to mention she brought her friend to stay with you, something your wife failed to tell you she okay’d. They stay up late and ruin what little sleep you DO get. But now it’s the weekend and the house is weirdly quiet, apart from a noise you can’t quite make out. You get out of bed and throw on a shirt and some shorts. You know that your wife and daughter usually go work out, then shop for groceries on the weekend. As you walk out of your room, the noise gets a little louder. It’s a person, but who? You’re sure that your wife and daughter would take her friend if they went somewhere, but asa you approach the source of the noise, your daughter’s room, you’re not so sure. Now you can clearly hear it. Someone is moaning. Moaning like they’re having sex. It doesn’t quite sound like your daughter, but her and her friend sound a LOT alike. So you carefully open the door a crack and see me, wearing your daughter’s old school uniform, frantically masturbating under my panties. You almost turn to leave, but then you hear me softly moan your name. You SHOULD leave, but…
