Of all the fantasies I’ve written on this blog, I think ‘free use secretary’ was the one that caused most people to contact me saying ‘I have this one too!’. I was surprised and delighted by how many of you share similar fantasies, and I massively appreciate you making me feel less like a grubby little perv for sharing some of the free use secretary’s more intense adventures. As I’ve said before, she’s not real, she’s my fuckpuppet. And I enjoy being able to play with my fuckpuppets – giving them plotlines that would be either undesirable or impossible to achieve in real life. But she’s had a bit of a rough time of it, the free use secretary, hasn’t she? She is basically the recipient of some of the darker misogynist kinks that I work through via wanking. Part 6 ended with her getting emotionally as well as physically degraded, and that’s the last of the scenarios that I currently have on rotation in the old wank cinema. But in writing these pieces I grew fonder of my secretary, and I figured after all that work she deserved a better finale. This isn’t a story that existed before I started sharing her on the blog, but it’s floated in my head ever since I hit ‘publish’ on the third or fourth. It’s a very different fantasy to the ones I actually wank to, but it made me smile when I wrote it, and although (or perhaps because) it is as basic and lizard-brain as all the other stories in this series, I feel like it’s a fitting way to end this grubby tale. Here’s free use secretary 7 – the sunset.

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He brings the free use secretary a coffee as the day begins, that’s the first surprising thing about the new guy. The rest of the men just ignore her as usual. It might be a special team building day, with a more relaxed approach than in the office, but not much has changed for the free use secretary. She’s wearing a loose v-neck sweater and jeans that hug her arse rather than her standard short-skirt-and-white-blouse combo, but she’s still in the same role: silent, compliant. She’ll take notes on the day’s sessions, organise refreshments and logistics, but her primary task is – as always – to be available for free use. So the boss can grope and fuck her whenever he feels like it.

Note that this is a wank fantasy, like with all the other posts in the free use secretary series. It contains degradation, humiliation, rampant misogyny, free use (obvs) and other things that turn me on in erotic stories but which would be abhorrent in real life. It is porn, not an instruction manual. And honestly, although there’s consent here I do think this is the basest one I’ve written so far and if dubcon/noncon doesn’t do it for you then the beats of this will almost certainly put you off too so don’t read on if that’s likely to distress you. Next week there’ll be a part 7, and it’ll be the final one in the series. Subscribe for updates because I’m gleefully excited about it. 

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The most common request I get is for more stories about the free use secretary. I’ve written about her initial interview, this one time the boss fucked her while he was on the phone, a meeting in which she was offered out to clients to sweeten a business deal, and another episode when she got fucked by two junior managers in a stationery cupboard. This story’s back to just her and the boss: a quick and dirty facefuck. It contains spanking, throatfucking, free use, humiliation, degradation, hints of piss play and definite power imbalance. 

Note, as with all these stories, that they’re hyper-exaggerated sexual scenarios that play with my kink for misogyny, my fantasies about being used, and my love of wanking to the grubbiest, least-compelling men you’re ever likely to encounter. Really pathetic, one-track-mind, unable-to-comprehend-women-as-people douchebags. The fact that these men are pricks is very much key to the fantasies. I enjoy playing with this stuff inside my head and on the kinky wank space that is this blog, but these stories are not and should never be seen as a guide on how to treat people in real life. I hope this is obvious, but it can’t hurt to hammer it home. 

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If you’re familiar with the free use secretary stories that I wrote earlier this year, you’ll know what these erotic fiction pieces involve by now: a secretary who has ‘free use‘ (the ability for the boss to fuck her as and when he wants) written into her employment contract. So far in the series, my lovely free use secretary has been interviewed, fucked over a desk while her boss is on the phone to someone else, and then used as a fucktoy to impress visiting clients. In this instalment, she’s cornered in the stationery cupboard by two members of junior management, who decide they want a turn too. If you’d prefer to hear me read it into your headphones, support me on Patreon for access (but don’t worry if you can’t afford to – it’ll go up for free here eventually anyway). Note that as with all the stories in the wank tales series, they’re fantasy, not a way to behave in real life. I enjoy these scenarios in my head, because I have a kink for misogyny. But this one – like the others – involves implied non-consent/coercion, brutality, misogyny, and women being used like we’re merely holes: a fun space to play in theory, but never a way to treat people in the real world.

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You know the drill by now: parts one and two had our free use secretary interviewed (and used) then working (and used). Part three is all about showing her off. In this section, she’s not just an executive office toy for her horny and demanding boss – in this part there are clients to impress. Note that this story contains some pretty aggressive misogyny (I have a kink for misogyny! Read that piece if you want to understand a bit more about the stories in this wank tales series), along with choking, free use, groping, casual sexual harassment, spitroasting, dodgy societal tropes about cock size and masculinity, unlubed (or barely lubed) anal and very dubious consent. It is not in any way a recommendation on how to treat people in real life, and should only ever be enjoyed in a safe and consensual playspace, such as inside your head. I am including the most specific and detailed content notes that I possibly can here, so hopefully absolutely no one who reads on will be taken by surprise by what transpires in this scene. As I say: consent in sex writing matters. What’s more, please understand: in real life I’d despise these men, and utterly abhor their behaviour. These fuckpuppets are characters I created – they only exist in my head and on this page. If you choose to invite them into your own head too, I’m going to assume you’re doing that on the full understanding that this is fantasy, not a recipe for real life.

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