The following roleplay prompt would include: Cuckquean/cuckcake roleplay, mild degradation, rimjob, anal, oral, orgasm denial and control.

Willing to roleplay with a man or woman but your character would be a woman.

Prompt intro:

He reluctantly rolls away from you on the sofa. He looks down at me sitting on the floor and shoots me a guilty expression. “We knew you were cooking so we figured we’d get started and you could join us later. You can clean her up if you want,” he shrugged, tucking himself back into his boxers. I started at him dumbfounded. Clean her up!? We hadn’t talked about that. But I looked over at you lounging back on my sofa, shifting your hips enticingly and smirking. “Come show your husband what a good little pussy licker you can be.” And I seem to have an out of body experience as I shuffle forward on my knees and lower my mouth to your glistening sex.

Your hands grip my hair and pull me in deep. Your hips rotate against me as you hold me tightly in place. “Deeper!” You order, and I try desperately to please you. With a groan you push me away, forcing me flat on my back on the floor. You place a knee on either side of my head and then you’re lowering your pussy back onto my face.

“Get your tongue all the way up in there,” you order, and somehow I’m obeying, thrusting my tongue deep inside of you, trying to clean up all of my husband’s cum deep inside you. When I think I have retrieved as much as I can, I return my attentions to your clit. You moan as you ride my face. “Oh you are good at that. Are you sure she’s not a lesbian?” It takes me a moment to realize you’re talking to my husband and I flush in shame. You pick up the pace, grabbing my hair to hold my head against the floor as you ride your way toward your approaching climax. You ride my face hard, gliding back and forth across my tongue, truly using me as a sex toy... just an object for your pleasure. I squeeze my own legs together, confused by how turned on I am as I struggle to breath with my face buried in your pussy. You pick up the pace, rotating your hips and grinding against me as your body shudders above me. “Oh fuuuuuck, yes, such a good little slut.” Your weight collapses against me and now I truly can’t breathe. I try to push against you but you just laugh. “Ok, ok, I’ll let you breathe! I want you to warm up my asshole for your husbands lovely cock anyway.”

Then without warning you tilt your hips back and slide forward, pushing your tight rosebud onto my open mouth. As my tongue begins to stroke your tight opening I ask myself if we’ve hit my limit yet. Am I really licking your asshole to prepare it for my husband to fuck? But as I hear him removing his clothes and begin stroking himself nearby, I picture his hips flexing over you as he slides his cock into your ass and squeeze my legs together harder, desperate for some friction on my engorged clit.

I really want to play up the inner emotional turmoil as my character enjoys the humiliation and degradation from the cake.