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[Umakant007]

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[Umakant007]

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Best buddy's wife..
(Love affair)
(Emotional,Betrayal,cheating, affair,chuck and then last but not the least becomes soulmate divorcing her husband and marrying the current affair man.)
(Roles and scenarios are subject to change and modification.)
(It can be a long play with multi-characters and different twist and turns.)

A realistic play...long detailed and with physical, emotional bonding..

A vacation in your house and you and me having much time together as your husband is in work and lots of pressure and not giving much time as he is always after work (can be opposite two you two are having best relation but the third man enters). He is sleeping next room while we gossiping in other room and one night we get carried away while he is sleeping.
We are talking about different things and we know the tensions building betwen us for the first few days.And tonight it is on high.I ask you for a drink you as always refuse.I make a large peg and a small one, we are sitting in the carpet floor area down to sofa.I give you the small peg you smile and said "You want me to be drunk and what if you take advantage of me."
I look at you then your clevage as you are wearing a sexy transparent nighty.I said :"I think you need to be taken, my friend is not taking care of you much, when are you.making me uncl? "
You look upset and take the drink saying "Ask your friend, i have told him to visit doctor and we Both visted.., "
I cheers with you taking the drink. "i know babhi his sperms problem but there is medicine."
You look at me and said :!You know you people's men ego, he is not taking medicine property. "
I can see tears in your eyes and I placed my hand on your shoulders and bring you closer to me.You fall in my chest crying,weeping and saying that you want to be mother.I hugg you tight."Babhi don't cry I am here babhi.."As we hug eachother i lay down you on my chest.You said :"I want to be mother what you will do being here" and crying. I feel the pain and tears coming out of my eyes. I cuddle you and lick your tears, "Don’t cry babhi I will do what to be done I will..". And I kissed you with love passion.Our tears kissing eachother as we are kissing deeper. My hands on her back, kiss getting wild, our tounge fighting and we know we are not stopping. I start to undress you and you doing same to me.You are holding my cock I am pressing your boobs, and finally we are nude, my mouth finds its way to your breast sucking one,holding other,your hand rubbing my cock, my hand on your pussy, fingering it by my fingers.And then I am top of you pushed my cock in your pussy..You said again " Make me mother of your child " I start fucking you and fuck you.and fuck you till i discharge inside you. "Ahhh ohh you are a mom now take care of the baby inside you.."
I said in your ear as my cock dropping it's cum inside.
And later it continues for the rest of the days I was in there and one day he catches us and we make him chuck and later you come with me other day and he get the divorce letter and we have our family we get married and now you have three kids my other wife has three......
(Continue in play))

And the story continue.....

 

[Umakant007]

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A bet, unexpected thing..
A faithful wife, a hidden truth of husband.
A cuckold and his wife and me...

In the kitchen after the meal while helping her as her husband making drink.
First I grab her ass,she is shocked but remain silent, i ask her husband to high the volume of tv as I like the song very much which is on the tv.
She just said :"Sarwar what are you doing, I am your...(upto you who are you?)"
I did not let her speak more my hands already have her saree peticot up as I pat her ass naked ass cheeks her eyes gets wider.
She:"Sarwar my husband will watch us..please leave or i will.. shout.."
I push her to kitchen wall..
"Ok shout,let him watch from the college days he used to watch me fucking and cum in pants your tomboy husband is a chuck just afraid to tell.you he is!."
I push my finger in your cunt which is wet..
she:"Sarwar please no, please he is my husband and he is not chuck."
I keep fingering your pussy from behind.
Me:"Rellay you want proof"
I take my cock out and let her saree falls along with her peticot and biting shoulders.
me:"Ok call him here tell him to come here first.."
She is thrilled excited a ethical good woman who is afraid of such Situation and aroused..
She:"No.please Sarwar leave me dont do this please dont.ruin our relations.. "

I take her and bend her facing her towards tv room in doggie,she is trying to.escape trying to speaks trying hard to call her husband but all this homely housewife can do is being silent and waiting for a monster to get inside her cunt..I pushed my cock inside her cunt so hardly she screams louder than tv volume and her husband comes in the kitchen watching me fucking his good wife.
Her Husband:",Here is your money bastard you won the bet ahh my wife is looking so hot getting fucked by you,hey honey is he bigger than me."
Her wife looks down then to her husband getting harder faster thurst From me..
She:"ohh you set me up, yes he is bigger fatter than.you oh Sarwar fuck me make me your slut..show him what he wanted to see."

I am slapping her ass by one hand taking the money the bet amount from her husband..
Keeping the money in my pocket I start fucking her harder faster deeper as her husband watching and she can see her husband wet spot as he already oozing his precum and she smiled like a slut and banged my cock from front as i keep fucking.

 

[Umakant007]

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I want to play a Midnight Bull for Twin sisters who looks alike but behave differently in bedroom...

I can be...

A loving caring Husband
A playboy
A Gigolo
A Sugar Daddy
A sibling
A Father / step father
A Brother
A boss
A Jim Trainer
A Boy Friend
A bestie
A Devil
A Kidnapper / Goon / Mafia Boss
A Professor/ principal
A sex maniac
A Disabled Person
A student
A step son
A painter

 

[Umakant007]

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I want to play a Midnight Bull for:
A Single Mother widow/ Divorced
A Sister in law
A Sister
A neighbor
A Girl Bestie / Girl Friend
A Professor/ Principal / Teacher / Tutor
A Relative
A Call Girl
A Boss / Co- worker / Secretory
A MILF
A ELDER LADY / FRIEND OF MOTHER / mother of friends

who looks alike but behave differently in bedroom...


I can be...

A loving caring Husband
A playboy
A Gigolo
A Sugar Daddy
A sibling
A Father / step father
A Brother
A boss
A Jim Trainer
A Boy Friend
A bestie
A Devil
A Kidnapper / Goon / Mafia Boss
A Professor/ principal
A sex maniac
A Disabled Person
A student
A step son
A painter

 

[Umakant007]

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She with family and same her.with me.

she the sexy single.
or
she the hot married lady.

She a good religious woman.
or
she a hot bitch with no religious connectin6..

She a Muslim woman.
or
she a hindu or chtistian or atheist woman.

she an independent woman.
or
she is a normal next door girl or housewife.

She a feminist
or
she a helpless woman.

She a politicuan
or
she is a government officer.

She is a sister-in-law.
or
she is a daughter in law.

Whoever she is, she has two Shades one with.family the other when she is with me.

Anyone she is, she is my babe my bitch.

who is she? (inbox as she!)

 

[Pallavi_housewife]

ye depend karta hai ki do logon mai samajh aur understanding kitni hai nice pic waise

 

[Umakant007]

 

[Umakant007]

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"The Looser"
(It can be interfaith if any female player is interested)

Mirhaan Mirza - a 20 years old college student who was the only Muslim student in entire college because his uncle was the proffessor in college. He is good in studies, calm and average in looks. He was never welcome by any student, not just because of his religion but also because of his proffessor uncle who was very strict and no one liked him. Because of his calm nature he was called a looser. Students were passing the same anger and hate towards the Mirhaan because of his uncle. But he never complaint to his uncle.

Arjun was a spoilt boy who was born with golden spoon. He welcome Mirhaan in their friend circle, at first everyone was shocked but soon they realised that Arjun only made him member of their group so he can make fun of him

Mirhaan was always in their plan but at the end of moment they used to sideline him.

Tonight it was a freshers party, everyone enjoyed the party and after party they decided to go for a long drive and enjoy the night but they had no space for Mirhaan so they sideline him and left him at the party place. All of them were drunk and due to rash driving they hit the car to one poor boy. Arjun was the one who was driving. People gathered, ambulance and police both arrived. Arjun was scared, there was no network that he could call his father to save him. Monica was Arjun's gf who was with him since childhood. Everyone knew they will be married in future due to their rich background. She was trying to calm Arjun and that's when a police officer came towards them and asked "who was driving the car?" Then he looked at Arjun assuming he was the one driving as few people already informed him about the incident.

Arjun who used to be the smartest and strongest in college was shaking, he knew he was too much drunk and if police found it out he might be in big trouble. he was barely able to move his lips. Monica decided to take over but before she speaks they heard a voise

"I am sorry sir i was the one on driving seat"

Everyone looked back and found the looser Mirhaan there. Arjun took a deep breath by listening it and Monica was kind of suprised and shocked both to hear this as she knew how Arjun had treated him though he came and decided to rescue.

He took all the blaim, people tried to inform inspector that he wasn't the guy but the officer had already notised the luxury cars so he didn't heard them. Monica moved forward and tried ro stop Mirhaan from taking the blaim but every other Friend starts thanking him to rescue.

Police took Mirhaan into custody. Arjun was so coward that he didn't went to police station to back Mirhaan and left for his home along with other friends. Monica wanted to stay with Mirhaan but she was helpless infront of Arjun's condition.

Next day Arjun's parents found out about it and his father paid a fair amount to the victim to save Mirhaan. Police took money from Arjun's father too and let Mirhaan leave. Monica was waiting outside the parking for him, she brought Arjun with her as well but he wasn't in condition yo come out of the car or say thank to Mirhaan.

As Mirhaan stood infront of her, Monica started thanking him, Mirhaan was quite, Monica notised something mysterious in his eyes and trued to figure it out but before she could say anything Mirhaan pullled her into his arms and kissed him for few seconds. She was shocked, she was forced to feel his lips whole Arjun just sitting inside the car and watching all this but again he has no guts to speak or do anything. As Mirhaan broke the kiss, Monica was exhausted, she wanted to burst out her anger or slap him but he didn't cared about anything and left without saying anything while Monica kept looking at him angrily with her messy hairs.

 

[Umakant007]

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The 9:00 AM Bangalore sun is already stinging my neck as I weave through the "helmet-clad army" of traffic. I’m chasing a login clock, my mind already trapped in a morning meeting, when the signal flickers.

Then, a sickening crrrack.

A car clips a scooter, sending it skidding across the burning asphalt like a broken toy. The car doesn't even tap its brakes; it just vanishes into the swarm. In the middle of the road lies a woman in an onion-pink kurta, her leg pinned under the heavy metal frame.

To the honking cars swerving around her, she’s an obstacle. To me, she’s a human being.
I kick my bike stand down right in the lane, ignoring the angry shouts behind me. A couple of others join me to heave the bike off her. As I gently unbuckle her helmet and lift the visor, I see a face deathly pale, eyes wide and glassy with shock. When the reality of the pain hits, large tears begin to track through the dust on her cheeks.
I pull a copper water bottle from my bag and crouch down, using my body to shield her from the harsh sun.

"Hey, have some water..." I say, my voice soft but steady.

She takes a shaky sip, her lip trembling as she looks at her torn kurta and raw skin. A small, broken sob escapes her—the sound of someone who truly thought they were going to be left alone on the road.

"How do you feel now?" I ask, catching her gaze.

"Can you move your ankle? Take a deep breath. I’m right here. You’re not alone."

She grips the cool metal bottle like a lifeline, her knuckles white. "Thank... thank you," she whispers, her voice cracking. "I thought... I thought no one would stop."

Looking for a female partner for a grounded, realistic long-term strainger type roleplay.

 

[Umakant007]

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Under Watchful Eyes

Genre: Dark, Submission, Power Dynamics

Ananya stepped into her flat, the silence of the hallway shattered by the sharp, metallic chime of a text message. Exhaustion weighed on her shoulders as she leaned down to unstrap her heels, but the urgency of the notification made her snap upright. Her thumb swiped the screen.
"Impressive choice of attire today. I admire how neatly you’ve arranged your life; continue being a good girl, and remember—no replies. Simply await instructions. For now, enjoy the sunset."

Ananya froze. Her thumb hovered over the keypad, fueled by a reflex to demand answers, but the cold finality of the words stopped her. A sharp, icy thrill raced down her spine. She placed her bag on the console table and walked deeper into the quiet of her home.
Following the message like a command, she brewed a cup of coffee. The rich aroma filled the kitchen as she stepped out onto the balcony. The sky was a dramatic canvas of bruised purple and deep gold. She sat there, watching the sun sink below the skyline, her mind spinning with a mix of fear and excitement.
A few minutes later, the phone buzzed again.
"Coffee and a sunset, the perfect remedy for stress, wouldn't you agree? Now, stand up. I am pleased with your obedience. Follow these instructions carefully."

A rush of adrenaline hit her. Deep down, a part of her—an urge she usually buried under corporate blazers and professional poise, began to wake up. Doubts flickered in her mind: What am I doing? What about my reputation? But the promise of absolute secrecy felt like a shield. This was her escape, a private world where she could finally let go of her responsibilities.

The doorbell rang, making her jump. On the welcome mat sat a plain, unmarked box with a note: “Open this with care. Arrange the contents neatly on your bed. Handle these items with purpose.”
Inside, the fabric felt like cool water. It was a set of intricate black lace lingerie, a silk blindfold, and shimmering jewelry. As she laid the items across the duvet, a new message arrived with a list that made her skin flush:
1. Undress completely. Go to the kitchen and wash your coffee cup until it is spotless.
2. Crawl from the kitchen to the bathroom. Bathe and prepare yourself.
3. Don the attire provided, but hide it beneath your heaviest trench coat.
4. At 8:00 PM sharp, go downstairs. A car will be waiting. Enter without a word.
Ananya moved as if in a trance. By 8:00 PM, she was standing at the curb, the heavy wool of her coat wrapped tight. When a black sedan pulled up, the building’s security guard leaned forward, squinting to read the license plate with a puzzled look. Ananya ignored him entirely. She stepped into the plush, leather interior, and the door closed with a heavy, muffled thud.

The bright city lights eventually faded, replaced by the dark, skeletal shadows of a rural forest. The drive lasted an hour, ending at a private estate hidden behind dense trees. The only light came from the dim, amber glow of distant garden lamps. The driver turned off the engine, stepped out, and opened her door in total silence.
She followed him to the gate of a modest but elegant mansion. Her heart hammered against her ribs. One final text arrived:
"Hand your coat to the driver."

The biting night air hit her skin as she shed the heavy coat. She stood there, exposed in nothing but lace and heels. Shyness burned in her cheeks, but she kept her eyes fixed forward. The driver took the coat and drove away, leaving her alone in the darkness.

The gravel crunched under her heels as she walked toward the front door. It was unlocked. Inside, the foyer was breathtaking, bathed in the flickering, ruby-red glow of a hundred candles. On the floor lay a single vellum envelope. She opened it with trembling fingers.
"You have come far, and your loyalty is noted. Now, down on all fours. ---- Mistress Arina."

Ananya sank to her knees, the cold marble floor pressing against her skin. From the shadows at the far end of the hall, she heard it, the rhythmic, predatory **clack-clack-clack** of high heels approaching.
"Come," a voice commanded. It was rich, powerful, and resonant. "It is time."
Ananya began to crawl, her heartbeat echoing the rhythm of the footsteps, moving toward the shadow to finally meet the woman who now held her strings.