Today is my doctor's appointment, and you come highly recommended. I am in your office awaiting you to run some tests on me, since I have been trying to get pregnant for a while with no luck. I tell you about my boyfriend Tyrone and how we really want this for our future. You ask me some very inappropriate questions about my sex life and if Tyrone can actually make me cum. Shy and reluctant, I finally tell you I have to masterbate with a larger dildo after Tyrone fucks me. You ask me to strip down to put on the medical gown. I am shocked because typically this is not how these appointments go. You tell me if I am too shy you will just cancel this appointment, because you have other eager women needing your help. I quickly change my mind, and take off my clothes and put on the gown. You then tell me I have it the wrong way and I tell you how this is the right way, that my boobs and pussy should not be showing. But when I see you gathering your things, I quickly fix the gown the way you ask. You stare at me and tell me to sit on the edge of the hospital bed and open my legs, as I reluctantly do this, you write in your notebook. I can’t help but notice your boner sticking up. I tell you that its making me uncomfortable and you say you are a man, and you can't help if my naked body is making you hard. I agree, then you tell me to turn around, and that its good for you to look at the parts of my body that will get bigger due to my future pregnancy. You then push your boner against my ass, and I let you. You tell me that you need to look inside my vagina, as I lay down you hook me up to the medical machine, after a while you climb on top of me and fuck me on the hospital bed, opening my legs and cumming inside me. Spraying my insides with your active sperm. You climb off of me and write more notes. I tell you that I feel funny, and you say its normal. I leave your office walking funny from your BWC. I get home and tell Tyrone the great news, Tyrone is then upset because I went to see a male doctor, I assure him it was very professional, I tell Tyrone we should try to conceive now. As Tyrone puts his average dick in me he notices my pussy is stretched out. He accuses me of fucking my doctor. I tell him he is crazy, then Tyrone notices leftover jizz from the doctor spilling from my pussy on his dick. Tyrone calls me a whore and leaves. Later I confront the doctor, in a rage, he tells me he was just trying to help, and even told me it was his right to fuck me. I feel so confused.. but then I realize I am probably pregnant now... so I submit to you, and accept my future with you

I’m in the nursing program, and things haven’t exactly been going my way. After struggling and falling behind on my labs, I’m desperate for another chance. So desperatelyI track down where my professor lives and show up at his door to beg him to let me redo my labs.I know how serious this is if I fail out of the program. And of course you don’t understand, you tell me about hard work, and I say you have privilege and I don’t! You notice how slutty I am dressed. I did this on purpose, I am willing to do everything it takes. You guide my hand to your crotch and I see you BWC, I'm shocked. I start pumping your cock with my hand, then all of the sudden your frail wife comes in. You keep my hand on your cock. Your wife is squinting, you tell me she can't see that well. Nervously I make small talk with her while I am giving your cock massage. She leaves to make some supper, and you tell me in order for me to pass my labs I have to be your personal slut, and you prefer to do it here at your home, even if your wife is here...I take no time to agree to the deal, watch this story unfold.

Temptation Villa a luxury resort, endless sunshine, and one week to prove that I'm ready for marriage.

My fiancé, Jamal, came up with this idea for me to be on the show after an intense discovery that now has him not trusting me. He knows he's not technically my usual type, and before we move forward, he wants to know whether I'm truly capable of resisting temptation. During my interview with the tv producers, I admit my weaknesses. One wild weekend at a party at Ole Miss led to a taboo situation that eventually came to light through an exposing text message. It bothered Jamal deeply and left him questioning everything.

I also confess something I've always known about myself, I've always had a weakness for confident, alpha type men, especially men in positions of authority.

Still, I'm convinced I'll pass the loyalty test.

Then the experiment begins.

Because of my colorful past, I'm chosen to participate in Temptation Villa, and the producers introduce my designated tempter: an attractive police officer who happens to embody everything I've ever described as my ideal man.

At first, I'm completely confident. After all, I'm engaged.

But as the conversation unfolds and the chemistry becomes impossible to ignore, my confidence starts to fade. He wastes no time showing me his BWC which grabs my attention. I ask him to meet me upstairs but stay out of the camera's view, even telling him to put tape on them. I really want to test our connection, and I don’t want Jamal seeing how I will go about it. Will I remain loyal to the man I'm supposed to marry, or will one day in paradise expose the truth?

I am attending a sex group therapy to help me face my challenges with my promiscuous ways and addiction to BWC. After telling my sexual background that started from my stepfamily and creepy dynamics. I confess how my stepdad branded me with a barcode that shows on random parts of my body, if any guy scans it they will see images and videos of my sexual history, and more barcodes show up. You are the leader in this group and you are shocked but curious because you have never met a woman like me that would confess all of this. You then ask me if I need a one on one session after the group leaves to help me with my past. As we chat I start getting those hypersexual emotions again. My legs move and my hips rocks, you see my pussy under my skirt. You can’t help but to stare as I wiggle around like manic. You start grabbing your cock, trying not to let me see your hard on but it's too late. I tell you I am so easy, a slut, a whore just fuck meat for BWC, I will hump and fuck when my pussy gets that feeling. I desperately beg you to fuck me. You scan my barcodes and see images of me at gangbang parties, and being hosed down with cum. You cant take it anymore and we fuck. After a week I am living with you, and I am basically your human fuck toy. I surf the net all day chatting with other guys with a BWC because you encourage me to be a complete slut. You notice more barcodes on my chest and ass, and you scan them seeing how busy I have been. Even after I blew several guys today you tell me it’s your turn and I suck your BWC till cum spray my face with your cum.

Attending AVN means seeing so many incredible fans but one face immediately stands out. You're my biggest supporter, and I recognize you instantly from the countless photos and messages you've shared with me over the years. I can't believe you're actually here!

I'm genuinely excited to finally see you and I want to thank you for always believing in me and supporting my career. Before you leave, I slip you the key to my hotel room and invite you to come see me later that evening. You come to my room, shocked that this is really happening. I tell you how I want to show you my appreciation. How would you like to fuck me? You quickly say yes, then you dig in your pocket for a condom. I get offended that you would even use one on me. My biggest fans get to feel all of me, don’t you want to cum in me? Delighted you toss the condom and I ride you bareback, You feel how wet I am, and I tell you how much I wanted to fuck you. You love interracial sex so much, no need to goon at home to my porn today. You cum deep in me. I try to push some out but you came pretty deep, you start to get hard again hearing my pussy queefing. I polish your cock with my mouth, and you cum on my boobs. This is the best day of your life!

When my husband walks through the door looking odd, I immediately think the worst, that he's lost yet another job. Instead, he reveals something even more unbelievable. His boss spotted a revealing bikini photo of me sitting on his desk and made him an offer: if I agree to spend an evening at his house, he'll give my husband a full-time position, a generous bonus, and save his career.

At first, I'm furious that he'd keep such a revealing photo of me where anyone could see it. But after hearing what's at stake and thinking about our mounting bills, I reluctantly agree.

The only catch? The date is scheduled for my birthday.

Dressed in a stunning red dress, I arrive at my husband's boss's luxurious home, unsure of what to expect. He's immediately captivated by my appearance and welcomes me with a gift. Inside is a gorgeous set of lingerie from one of my favorite designers—and I can't help but laugh when I notice the crotchless detail. You tell me to put it on. You ask me about my marriage and if I enjoy it, I tell you it’s ok, even though my husband lacks a nice size cock, you grab my hand where I feel your throbbing member. I am stunned but yet curious. I tell you how masculine you are, and how I never had a BWC before, this is all new to me. You have me go upstairs where I beg for you to fuck me. You do. Then my annoying husband called asking why I am not home yet. The job is not done! I laugh, with a mouthful of a BWC. I beg you to cum in me, and to spray my face. You do...this is the best birthday ever.

I play a world famous singer and rapper whose music is known for being provocative and hypersexual. My music is not good, and rumor is I’m just an industry plant, to influence women. My concerts are packed with fans as I perform in revealing outfits, encouraging women to embrace their sexuality and live however they choose. Between songs, I rant about how the music industry is ran by misogynistic executives who criticize me because I'm a woman. If I were a man, nobody would care what kind of music I made! They want women to go back to the 1950s. Ladies, be yourselves. The crowd cheers. Before ending the show, I passionately ask everyone to donate to my charity, claiming the money will provide aid to women around the world. Backstage, you, my new bodyguard, entered my dressing room with stacks of fan mail for me to autograph. The moment the cameras are gone, my personality completely changes. I mock my fans, calling them idiots, and casually order you to transfer all of the donation money into my personal account instead of the charity.

You're stunned. You can't believe I'm stealing from the very people who idolize me. I coldly brush off your concerns. You're here to do your job. Just transfer the money. Unknown to me, you've admired me for years. Working for me was a lifelong dream, but seeing who I really am leaves you deeply disappointed. Later that day I received another anonymous letter. Inside are hand drawn sketches of me with a BWC in my mouth along with a message:

I know what you've been doing with the money.

Panicked, I immediately called you.

I saw someone hiding in the bushes outside my house last night, I tell you nervously. Whoever's sending these letters is getting closer. You promise to keep me safe! You say you will find out who this person is. I head upstairs to work on my next album. Later that night, strange noises echo through the house. Then...Someone begins rattling the front door A man with a mask on enters my room, I am stunned and ask him what he wants, he undos his pants reveling his BWC, and saying he has been a big fan but its time to teach me a lesson, and how he knows about the theft. I reluctantly take off my cloths and let him fuck me with his BWC, You tell me how you jerk off at all my concerts, and have my pics all over your room. You fuck me hard. I tell you to take the creepy mask off but you don’t, after cumming all over me you climb back on top of me for another round. I take off your mask has you cum inside me again, only for me to reveal your true identity

After weeks of arguing with my boyfriend, Tyrone, I finally confront him about having lunch alone in his car with a woman from work named Rebecca. I demand to know why he feels the need to spend time with her, telling him that ever since he started his new job, he's become distant and emotionally unavailable. Cold and dismissive, Tyrone brushes me off and storms out of the house, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Soon after, I run into his roommate, who notices how upset I am and tries to comfort me. I keep going back and forth, questioning myself. Maybe it's all in my head. What if Tyrone isn't cheating? What if I just ended our relationship over nothing?

Then everything changes.

His roommate finally admits the truth: Tyrone has been cheating on me with Rebecca and even refers to her as his work wife. I'm devastated, but despite everything, I still wonder if maybe Tyrone and I can fix things.

The roommate can't understand why I'm still so attached to Tyrone. He reminds me that Tyrone couldn't even find a job on his own. It was the roommate who helped him get hired in the first place. I reluctantly admit he's right. Tyrone would have nothing without him.

The roommate then jokes, Is it because of the whole BBC thing?

No, I reply. He's way below average. You chuckle.

You know, I've always dated interracially, but I wanted to give Tyrone a chance. Remember... you and I were actually supposed to date before I met him? You smile at the memory. Honestly, Tyrone was terrible in bed. I could barely feel anything. Half the time I'd have to think about all the BWC I had in the past to even cum You smile and grab your BWC through your pants showing me what you are packing. I smile. Our anniversary is coming up, and I even bought a sexy outfit to surprise him. You raise an eyebrow. Can I see it? I laugh. That's so messed up. You're Tyrone's friend.You shrug. I don't care. I hesitate for a second before smiling to myself. You know what? Why not? I will wear the fishnet body suit for you. You know what, I have never been submissive with Tyrone, like ever, but when I am with you, I feel so submissive, like you could get me to do anything. Watch this story unfold...

You are the new male nurse assigned to evaluate Jane Doe today.

Jane was admitted to our facility by her stepmother. She is largely nonverbal and rarely shows much emotion. Jane has been diagnosed as hypersexual, and she spends most of her day humping a pillow while using a vibrator. This repetitive behavior is how she self-soothes.

If these items are taken away, Jane becomes extremely upset. She has a history of eloping from the facility and attempting to hitchhike, displaying the same repetitive behaviors in public.

Please remain professional throughout your evaluation. You are the ninth male nurse assigned to Jane's case, as previous staff members failed to maintain appropriate professional boundaries.

If Jane's vibrator stops working, retrieve a replacement from the supply closet immediately, as interruptions to her routine can be very upsetting. To help keep her comfortable, you may also offer her a piece of chewing gum. She enjoys chewing gum while engaging in her repetitive behaviors and likes blowing bubbles.

I expect a complete evaluation report on my desk by the end of the day.

One final note: the security cameras are currently offline for maintenance, so we will not be able to observe today's session. We trust that you will conduct yourself professionally and, above all, don't touch Jane.

I recently moved in with my boyfriend, Tyrone, and his roommate after having some hard times. I'm incredibly grateful you let me stay rent free, so I do everything I can to pull my weight. I wash your sheets, keep the place spotless, and even ask what your favorite meals are so I can cook for you. On the Fourth of July, you ask me if I have any plans to celebrate. I shrug and tell you the holiday is “not for me.” The conversation quickly takes an uncomfortable turn when you start talking about your dating history with women like me and your cynical views on relationships. Then you show me the type of porn you are into on your phone.

I'm immediately disgusted.

"What is wrong with you? I'm dating your best friend. Don't ever show me something like that again." Later that day you come into the bedroom I share with Tyrone, you pull the sheets off of me revealing my round bubble butt in a thong. You pull my thong to the side, and unbuckle your pants. You then push your BWC in me, as my pussy opens for your cock, I look at you stunned and reach for Tyrone, but Tyrone keeps his back facing us. "what the fuck!” you tell me how you are teaching me a lesson for disrespecting this day. You tell me I am Free Use for you now, and that I belong to you. Tyrone does nothing. I can feel how thick your BWC is, you are much bigger than Tyrone. You use me as you see fit. I tell you to at least to to wear a condom since me and Tyrone are trying to get pregnant, you shrug and starting cumming in me nonstop, you have me suck your cock, I obey and beg you not to cum on me, but you point your cock at my face and hose me down, I get really upset when you cum in my natural hair. “You came on my crown” how could you? You laugh and tell me to get use to it.

I’m the promiscuous one in the stepfamily, wild, and always chasing trouble. After finally leaving my ex boyfriend back in the trailer parks of Kentucky, I needed a fresh start. Our relationship had spiraled into a chaotic poly lifestyle, full of strange kinks and endless drama, and I was done with it. With nowhere else to go, I call my stepsister and ask if I can stay with her for a while until I get back on my feet. She’s always been the complete opposite of me, sweet, innocent, we were like night and day... and if she had a guy I wanted, I usually seduced him.

The moment I arrive, I meet her husband... and I can’t help but notice how attractive he is. And so pale. I joke about how lucky she is, teasing that she always gets the good ones. Looking around the house, I spot a framed photo of my stepnephew and I can’t ignore how hot he is, and how pale he looks, just like him.

That’s when old habits start creeping back in.

I tell myself this time will be different. That's messed up, don’t think that. No chaos. No crossing lines. No giving in to temptation.

But later that night, when I finally meet him face-to-face, the chemistry is impossible to ignore. I start asking him questions, playful at first... maybe a little too personal. He’s caught off guard, clearly uncomfortable, but I can tell he’s curious too...but I want both males...and I am willing to submit to their cocks.

I’m a struggling college woman, hardly making ends meet because every dollar I earn goes toward paying off tuition and old debt. One day on campus, while scrolling through “roommates wanted” listings, a janitor noticed my frustration. He offers me a cheap room at his place, saying he could use the extra money and promising to stay out of my way. Desperate, I agree, figuring he’s just a harmless older man.

That’s where the story begins.

I’m on the phone with my best friend, telling her about my new living situation. She’s skeptical right away. “He’s older, and honestly... it’s weird he let you move in so fast,” she says. But I brush it off. He was the only one willing to give me a chance. At first, everything seems fine... but then I start noticing strange things. He constantly has different women coming in and out of the house sometimes late at night, sometimes women who look like they've been picked up off the street. When he is done with them they walk out the room with his cum all over their face, and they smell like piss. My friend warns me it’s a red flag, but I ignore it. I need a place to stay. One night, I’m watching the news when a live report catches my attention: a woman has left home. She is a Wife. Her husband asked for clues on where she could be. I am shocked! She looks exactly like the woman I saw go upstairs with my roommate. I hear noises coming from his room and my mind starts racing. What is going on? I creep to his door and peek inside, only to find the woman with him. Getting fucked. Confused, I waited until she came out and confronted her, offering to help her get home. But she denies. She tells me this is where she wants to be. I’m disturbed. When I confront my roommate, he brushes me off, telling me to mind my own business. Then his tone shifts. Cold. Controlling. He says if I’m going to keep living under his roof, I need to “earn my stay. "He starts ranting, revealing his ugly worldview of how he sees women only useful for pleasure. He grabs himself and I know what I must do. Submit