The Factory (First Shift)(Current Rating 67/100, based on 47 votes)
I don't know how many readers have ever worked in a Factory making soap ' a factory predominantly staffed by women and a place where the revolting smell of the ingredients 'cooking' is enough to turn your stomach if you're not used to it.
Such was my place of work ' hardly a job I would have chosen, but one I had to take to pay the rent after my husband left me. I was twenty-four, poorly educated (due to my own aversion to school) and living in a town where employment was hard to find.
Life outside the factory was mundane and boring, but I began to look forward to weekdays because the women with whom I worked were more amusing than a Variety Show. The language was frequently foul, with dirty jokes being exchanged while we toiled, and our locker room was the place where my colleagues discussed their many and extremely lurid romances ' albeit with an amazing ignorance of the facts of life.
We worked in overalls and to avoid contaminating our own clothes, we usually stripped them off and donned the overall on top of our undies. This led to all sorts of lewd suggestions that we might remove them as well and try to excite the foremen - who were all male. It also revealed some of the most impractical working undergarments I could imagine ' diminutive thongs, platform bras that barely contained their cargo and even stockings and tarty suspender belts bought from Mail Order catalogues. I was also quite surprised how many days some girls wore the same pair of panties.
We played all sorts of stupid games with the foremen ' there was the day when one of the girls had bought a new packet of sanitary pads and after coffee break we all wore one over our heads like earmuffs as we went back onto the shop floor. In return, the foremen were equally coarse with us girls, making vulgar suggestions and often touching us briefly.
The day came when one of the girls, a buxom blonde called Sue, decided to carry out her threat and stripped off her panties as we prepared to go onto the shop floor. She was unshaven and boasted a thick thatch of wiry pubic hair.
When the siren sounded for our statutory break she turned to us and lifted her overall provocatively, 'Now watch that bloody Foreman's face' she shouted as she headed for the coffee room.
When the rest of us arrived a few minutes later, there was no sign of her, and it was return to work time before she re-appeared, very red in the face, and giving us the 'thumbs-up'
'I told you' she said triumphantly, 'In the gents lav ' and he's got a bloody big one, I'll probably be sore for days'
We weren't sure whether to believe her, but the next day she said she couldn't do it again for a few days ' women's problems ' and that someone else should try. All eyes turned to me.
'Go on' said Sue, 'You've got a decent handful of tit and he likes that'
The other girls shamed me into agreeing and I duly removed my sensible white panties and received loud comments about my trimmed bush.
Coffee break arrived and I hung back until the foreman came over and asked whether I was going or not.
'I don't know ' I'm not that thirsty today, but I fancy a bit of fresh air'
'You know you're not allowed out of the unit at break,' he said.
'Oh dear, and I really wanted to relax for a bit - away from this horrible smell'
He looked at me hard and I could see his eyes fixed firmly on my bust. I walked away from him slowly and then bent to refasten the shoe I had intentionally undone a few minutes earlier. How much of me he saw, I don't know, but I felt my overall ride well up the back of my thighs.
'Hold on a minute, Vera,' he shouted above the noise of the equipment, 'I think I know where you could go ' follow me'
My heart missed a beat and I knew I had won the battle.
He led me past the storerooms and into a small enclosed area reserved for damaged stock. 'You can sit here if you want,' he said, closing the door and opening the tiny window.
I sat on a heap of cardboard cartons and faced him, my overall sliding up over my knees so that he had a good view of my bare thighs. I was quite excited by now and felt unfamiliar stirrings in my groin ' something that hadn't occurred since my husband left.
He walked towards me with a smile on his face, 'You're rather an attractive girl,' he said, 'Quite a good body on you too'
I put both hands up to cup my breasts in a brazen gesture, 'D'you really think so?'
'Well, from what I can see it looks good'
Before he came too close I parted my knees slightly and saw his expression change as his gaze dropped to the shadowy void between them.
He stood in front of me and tentatively reached to touch my breasts.
'Oh Jack, d'you think you should' I said in as demure a voice as I could manage.
'I'd like to do more than that, but we'll have to be quick' he said gruffly, giving me a slight push so that I went backwards onto the cartons, an overall button popped & my legs parted wide.
'Christ, You've got no bloody knickers on' he exclaimed.
'Never wear 'em,' I said nonchalantly, holding my arms out to encourage him nearer.
With a grunt he quickly undid his overall coat and dropped his trousers, whereupon I saw that Sue had understated the size of him. He was enormous and circumcised, with the immense pink knob already glistening with pre-cum.
There were no delicate preliminaries and he fell between my legs, holding his prick with one hand and driving it straight into my fairly wet cunt.
I gasped as he thrust it hard into me, feeling my neglected pussy stretching to accommodate the vast intruder.
'Oh Jack, that's great' I moaned, beginning to really enjoy the feeling of a man inside me again.
Jack seemed to be oblivious to my comments and just kept thrusting violently and groaning as he got nearer & nearer to his climax.
From the time he entered me to the moment when he shouted with triumph as he exploded, must have lasted less than one minute, but I was beginning to feel my own arousal growing as I felt his warm cum filling my cunt.
He withdrew immediately, having no thought for my feelings and he stood buttoning up his coat before I could even sit up. His cum ran down my creases onto my overall, but he was already turning away and telling me it was time I got back to work.
'We'll do that again' he said calmly, as if offering me a reward 'You're a good fuck - nice and tight, not like some I could mention'
'Yes,' I thought, as I headed for the Ladies room with my panties in my pocket 'And you're an insensitive bastard'
I wiped his dripping cum from my legs, replaced my pants and returned to work feeling quite frustrated.
The girls were waiting for me and Sue was the first to speak.
'Fantastic, ain't he?'
'He's a bastard' I said, 'Doesn't give a toss for a lady's feelings'
'Don't be ungrateful,' she said, 'He screwed you, didn't he?'
'He fucked me, yes, - but he didn't wait for me to have an orgasm'
'Don't know about that,' said Sue, 'But hasn't he got a great prick?'
I didn't comment. It was obviously pointless discussing the finer points of intercourse with this crowd.
I went home that evening and for the first time for many months I went to my bedroom and lay on the bed with my hand in my panties, trying desperately to resolve the feeling of frustration. The object of my efforts came sooner than I expected, but it wasn't nearly as satisfying as having a man take me there.