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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This super hot story about fucking the boss is written and read by Robyn, of RobynEatsEverything.

“I’ve always thought your tits would be great to fuck.” His breath is hot in my ear as he whispers this; hot with North London beer, fags, and arrogance.

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It took twelve journeys in the end. I only got fined on three of them, but still – three hundred quid is a pretty hefty blow. Worth it though, to find the guy. The one train guard who’d let me off a fare in exchange for a grope of my tits and a sloppy face-fuck.

This one’s erotic fiction, obviously. I wrote it while I was on a train, which is why that train line gets a mention, but I assure you the guard was incredibly polite and I slammed my laptop shut at light-speed when he came to check my (valid) ticket. Note that this story might contain elements of coercion, if it weren’t for the carefully-written thousand-word intro that I stuck on the front of it to make it a bit more consensual. Feel free to ignore it if you like the non-con/dub-con stuff, or revel in it if you like your stories more consensual and your heroines more gleefully slutty. 

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This is a story about a woman having a wank. It’s important that I tell you this clearly right at the start. I would like you to imagine, please, a woman lying in bed with sex toys easily to hand, eyes closed and a sleep mask on for relaxation. Picture the corner of her mouth twitching slightly as she realises she’s conjured a sexy idea, then imagine the way she brings her fingertips to her mouth and spits softly, so she can start gently warming up her clit.

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Today’s guest blogger has a message for Harrison Butker, the football player (and traditional Catholic) who decided to use a commencement speech at Benedictine College in the US to make some pretty alarming statements about society. Violet Grey is a fabulous sex blogger who runs her own site at Becoming Violet Grey, and she’s guest blogged for me before with some gorgeously horny femdom fiction, as well as excellent rants on being a submissive feminist and the harm caused by Hollywood’s ‘bury your gays’ trope. Violet is a bisexual woman and a practicing Anglican (specifically, the Anglo-Catholic tradition) who has absolutely no time for misogyny, homophobia, and the other things Butker was advocating in his speech…

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