The Dorm of Delights

"Mr. Warden, what's that fun-looking toy you've hidden away in your pants? Pull it out and let us take a look!"

When I'm in the middle of making my rounds around the factory's female dormitory, a few young women try to reach for my crotch.

Anger floods my senses immediately. At the same time, my body goes rigid from shock.

Not only are the women not afraid of me, but they are also eager to witness the physical change of my body. In fact, they want me to pull my manhood out of the zipper just to show them my actual size.

In that case, don't blame me for being so straightforward.

My name was Connor Chapman, and I worked as a dorm warden in an electronics plant.

The plant's manpower was supplied exclusively by young women. Most of them had quit studying after getting their high school diploma. With no real skills to speak of, they had no choice but to seek out a livelihood in the plant.

More importantly, because these young women hadn't been exposed to better or higher education, they couldn't care less about the unspoken boundaries between men and women. All they talked about was sex, and it wasn't uncommon to find these women adorned with ear or tongue piercings.

Some of them didn't even bother with bras, often padding around with their breasts swaying freely under their shirts.

To avoid extra heads popping out of the blue on the premises, the plant manager, Reuben Smith, hired women exclusively. He also appointed me as the dorm warden to keep an eye on these young, minimally educated women.

I did my rounds at the dorm at 9:00 pm as usual. Reuben had made it clear that the work at the plant was important and heavy. It was my job to ensure the workers didn't fool around at night and slept according to curfew.

I wouldn't dare slip up, of course.

I checked each dorm, and I had to say, the job came with huge perks. For one, I could enter the women's dorms without hesitation or fear.

Occasionally, I'd catch them walking out of the shower naked. They'd dry their hair as if I weren't there at all.

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head at the sight, and I could feel the heat crawling under my skin, begging to be let out.

It wasn't long before I reached Dorm 314. The young women in the dorm were especially brazen. They'd tease me mercilessly whenever I checked their dorm.

I was admittedly a little embarrassed every time I entered their dorm. This time, I'd just arrived at the door when I heard their giggling and noisy chatter coming from inside their room.

I knocked on the door. "Dorm check!"

Within seconds, Francine Whitmore opened the door. She wore only panties to cover her modesty below. She was practically dripping with youth and vibrancy.

She greeted me with a wide, open grin. "Well, look who it is! Here to have some fun, Mr. Warden? Which lady would you like to entertain you tonight?"

Francine teased me in a sultry, sing-song voice, which made the other three women in the room burst out laughing.

Having just turned 50, I was in my prime. I had little to no fortitude against Francine's temptation. Heat crawling under my skin, I groused, "Stop teasing an old man like me, ladies. You're all too young for me. I wouldn't stand a chance with you."

Francine clicked her tongue and patted my chest. "Don't sound like a stranger, Mr. Warden. As if we wouldn't give in if you'd wanted to shoot your shot with us.

"Besides, you're built as young and athletic as they come. Maybe we're the ones who'd luck out with you, not the other way around."

My skin grew hot at the teasing.

My wife was the only woman I'd ever touched in this lifetime. I had no idea what a young woman felt or tasted like. Alas, we were in an electronics plant, and Reuben was strict with the rules. Tempted as I was, I didn't have the courage to act.

So I warned seriously, "Tsk, that's no way for a young lady to speak. I'm here to check your dorm. Are you all accounted for?"

Francine moved to the side, revealing the other occupants in the dorm. She replied disgruntledly, "Yes, we're all here. All four of us."

I counted four women, indeed, though Ellen Lowry was the only one sprawled in bed with her legs spread open. What was she up to?

I made my way toward her and demanded, "What are you doing in bed? In case you missed it, I'm doing a dorm check."

I was stunned when I stopped at her bed. Ellen was naked from the waist down, her modesty on full display!

Heat pooled in my lower abdomen, and I could feel myself getting hard. To make things worse, she had a small, purple toy between her legs!

I knew what it was at first sight. I simply didn't think she'd have the audacity to use it during a dorm check.

Clearing my throat, I ordered, "Stop that. That's contraband. The plant's got rules against bringing those in."

Ellen turned to look at me with eyes full of desire. "Come on, Mr. Warden, cut me some slack. I'm just trying to take the edge off with this."

But rules were rules, especially where this plant was concerned. I shook my head in exasperation. "No can do, missy. Put it away, or we'll be in a hell lot of trouble if they discover it."