She worked at a munitions factory. The men were at war, and she and most of the town’s women worked at the factory to support their families and the war effort. Times were tough, but the girls loved their guys, so they worked hard to make sure every rocket, bullet, grenade and pistol was perfect. Months went by and this woman was promoted several times because her rockets were the best. But every night she went home lonely and increasingly horny, her husband was not there to give her release. The bullets and grenades she was working on at the factory began to look like cocks to her during the day, it was distracting. At night, and in her spare time, she doodled metal dicks and balls. One day, she was exceptionally tired, so she left work early. Unfortunately she forgot her sketchbook in her work cubby. Her boss found it. Her boss’ husband was also at war, and she immediately recognized the drawings as the fantasies they were. Looking at them reminded her of how much she missed her man, and how long it had been since she’d had a good fuck. Then it occurred to her that the factory had all the supplies she needed to make one of the woman’s designs. The owners would hardly miss the scrap metal. Still, the idea of making a metal cock sounded vaguely grotesque to her. What would her husband think? Could he understand how much she missed him? What those lonely nights were driving her to do with her fingers? If she couldn’t have his cock, maybe she could make one similar, just until he got home. The boss tore a page from her employee’s sketchbook, and slid the rest back in the cubby. She got to work. Her husband was a large man, broad shouldered and thick. His cock had always stretched her pussy wide, she knew any less would be disappointing to her, so the mold she made was at least four fingers wide. She thought about how much he filled her, and how she loved to grasp his balls when he pressed inside her, so she made sure to make the cock long and finished it off with a pair of thick balls. The boss began to stay late at the factory. She worked only at night and only used materials kaçak iddaa that were headed for the dumpsters. Still, she was a perfectionist, and the first 4 dicks were not good enough for her. Too long, not smooth enough, needed more curve… A year and a half into the war, and she finally had a cock so similar to her husband’s, the only difference was her creation was made of a shiny stainless steel that would never rust, tarnish, dent or chip, no matter how hard she played with it. The night she took it home she wrapped it in a soft cloth and tucked it inside her coat. That evening she made herself a delicious meal and had a long hot bath. Finally she unwrapped the new dick and set it on her nightstand. She missed her husband so much, she was so horny, just looking at it and thinking about what she could do with it was enough to make her pussy pulse. She closed her eyes and thought of her man, so far away. She hoped he was thinking of her too. Maybe he was stroking himself right now, thinking about her naked after a long bath. She licked two fingers and began to stroke her nipples. She imagined him kissing her there and moaned. Unfortunately, being so alone for so long made her impatient. She began to tuck and pinch at herself hard and fast. Before she knew it, she was rubbing the giant cock between her legs, grinding it against her clit. Her juices made the whole thing slick with cum. She couldn’t wait, she plunged it inside and cried out at the delicious familiarity, the hardness of it. Again and again she orgasmed until she was utterly exhausted. She slept that night nearly content, and finally satisfied. The next morning she woke looking at the giant metal dick on her bedside table. She remembered how fast her fuck had been last night, and how much better it was when her husband was with her. Then her mind wandered to her poor young employee, the one who had doodled all those metal dicks, giving her the inspiration for her bedside friend. She began to feel sorry that the woman could not make a dick of her own to fuck. Then it hit her- why couldn’t she share? kaçak bahis After all, it was her design… mostly. Even if it was her boss’ husband whose cock it was made to resemble. The boss began to come up with a plan. It was a little devious for something that came of such a generous idea. Most Fridays she let her employees go home early. But this day she called the woman into her office at lunch time. She asked her to stay later for a special brainstorming session after the other workers went home. “I like what you’re doing in your section. And I’ve seen some of the designs you’ve come up with for new weapons. I’d like to discuss them with you.” The Woman was perplexed. She’d never designed any new weapons. But since her boss seemed unwilling to discuss things further until after closing, she went back to work. At 4 o’clock, the bell rang and the factory cleared out. Most of the girls went to the locker rooms, changed out of their overalls and into housedresses. A few took advantage of the company showers, which were always hot. The woman did the same, using the time under the water to work the kinks from her muscles and to try to release some of the tension of the day. At 4:30, the locker room was empty and the young employee was once again dressed in her clean street clothes. She had never been the last to leave before, and the factory felt odd with no one inside it. Her footsteps echoed loudly as she climbed the metal stairs to the second floor offices. Her boss’ door was the only one with a sliver of light shining through. She knocked softly and entered when she was told to. The woman sat down across the desk, not noticing the sketchbook her boss rested her hands upon. “I’d like to discuss this with you,” and then she saw it being pushed forward. The woman felt a shock run through her limbs. This was so embarrassing! Had her boss seen what she’d drawn inside? Would she be fired for owning and bringing pornography to work? And she herself had drawn the pictures! She was so embarrassed she couldn’t speak. She stared down at her hands and hoped it would be over quickly. illegal bahis “I know exactly what you’re thinking, but I don’t want you to worry. This has been a rough few years, after all, and I don’t think there’s a woman in this town who doesn’t feel the same way we do right now.” Confused, the employee looked up at her boss. What did she mean? How did she feel? She couldn’t possibly be talking about what had inspired those drawins, could she? Her boss looked at her quietly. After a moment she nodded, leaned down and opened a drawer. “I’ve been thinking all day about how best to handle this situation, and I think I’ve come up with a plan that would be ideal for the both of us. Are you willing to listen?” The woman nodded her head emphatically. Anything to keep her job. Times were tough enough. “Good. Here’s what we’re going to do.” Her boss pulled out of her drawer several strips of fabric. “This may seem a little odd… so you’ll have to trust me here. Remember. I know what you’ve got here,” and she tapped the book, “and I know why. If you want me to trust you, you’ll have to trust me. Understood?” Her employee nodded again, slower this time. What would she want her to do with the torn cloth? She was only a modest seamstress, and she couldn’t imagine what else the strips were for. “Stand up, please.” the Boss stood herself and looked sternly down at the woman. She quickly hopped to her feet. “Good.” Her boss walked around the desk and her employee began to turn to take the cloth from her. “No, face the desk. That’s right. Now close your eyes.” It was a very strange command, but the woman did as she was told. She heard her boss step behind her and felt her skirts brush against her own. Then she felt one of the strips of cloth cover her eyes and tighten around her head. “Uh… what..?” she began to ask before her boss hushed her. The woman was generally trusting, even so, this was a little strange. The only time she’d ever been blindfolded was as a child at a birthday party. For a moment, she had the ridiculous idea that her boss wanted to play pin the tail on the donkey, or pop the balloon, or some other silly game. She almost laughed out loud at that, but then she felt another strap wrap around one of her wrists, then the other. “Hush now, and don’t move unless I tell you.