Bull- How does it feel? These late night walks from your car, wearing a long trench coat, hoping you don't run into anyone you know. After all, my house isn't THAT far from yours. Maybe we should start doing this at a hotel. Or maybe you like the idea of people knowing. The days have been getting warmer, but the night breeze is still cold, the coat doesn't do enough to protect you when you're barely wearing anything underneath. Your phone buzzes, a text from your husband. "Let me know when you're there." Do you smile, knowing he's just as excited and nervous as you are? Or do you ignore him? You are doing this for you, after all. You knock on my door. We've met a few times for coffee and dinner and so on. We've done this once before, with your husband present. But this was the first time we've been alone. I open the door. Tall, with broad shoulders, short brown hair, green eyes. I smile as you step into my entry way, as you drop the coat onto the floor, as you show me how you look in that little outfit I had sent over. Do you revel in my gaze? Or shy away from it? I step toward you, and take your phone from your hand.

At home, your husband sits on the couch, barely watching TV, anxiously awaiting your reply. It shouldn't take this long to get there, he's starting to get nervous. Finally his phone buzzes. it's from you. "Don't worry, she's here, and doing great." I text from your phone, along with a video of you, on your knees in my entry way, red lips wrapped around my thick shaft as you try to take it in your mouth. "She'll text you back in the morning." I text. The night is just getting started.

The Cum Factory- Fertility rates in men have been plummeting for decades. The government has not choice but to respond. Fertile men were rounded up, forced into factories where their valuable seed could be collected and distributed as needed. Highly skilled women were brought in to help extract the semen. Highly skilled women like you. The people in charge don't care much about HOW you collect it, so long as you meet your quotas. Every tool, toy, uniform, device, and technology you could imagine are at your disposal. The men on Block C belong to you.

How this plays out is up to you! we can focus on the relationship between you and your favorite boy, or bounce around from room to room as you cater to their needs. You could appeal to fantasy, or be more forceful and rough. Take what you want or make them give it to you. Maye you let them all out for social time, and collect a few samples at once. Maybe you run a black market operation where you sneak one or two boys out a night, pimping him out to rich clients willing to pay top dollar for fertile sperm direct from the source. Maybe you just put them all in VR headsets and use the machines to collect the rest. This is your cell block. Run it how you'd like.