"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."

Francine walked up to me at that moment and protested, "Mr. Warden, you know only women work at this plant. We don't have a single thorn among us roses. What's wrong if Ellen wants to blow off some steam with this?"

I gave an exasperated shake of my head and said, "I know women your age have stronger urges, but Mr. Smith made the rules, and they're final. My hands are tied, too."

Ellen reluctantly withdrew the toy, which glistened with moisture. My very bones began to itch at this sight, and my groin felt swollen and aching.

Women their age were supple goods, alright. They were practically sopping wet.

Just then, Francine gestured to my groin and exclaimed, "Wow, Mr. Warden! What are you packing down there? It's bulging!"

I looked down and immediately blushed. I wore loose shorts that did little to hide my erection, which had now formed a tent at my groin.

With the way the four women were gawking at me, I felt like I was walking down the streets buck-naked. Who knew I'd make such a pathetic mistake at my age?

I quickly shielded my groin with my hands and stammered, "I-It's nothing! Quit staring!"

Smirking, Francine pried my hands away and stared at the bulge. "I didn't think you'd have such an impressive package, Mr. Warden. Take off your shorts and let us see!"

The other women egged me on, too. "Yeah, we've never seen one before! Do us a favor, will you, Mr. Warden?"

"What are you afraid of, Mr. Warden? No one else is here but us. Let us see what it looks like!"

I was anxious and on edge. I had half the mind to whip it out and stuff it in their mouths, but I was a dorm warden, after all. Besides, if I did whip it out and ended up being left high and dry, I'd be awfully pent up.

I denied the women gravely. "Back off, ladies! Leave this old man alone. It's not like you haven't seen others before!"

But the more I tried to keep them away, the more enthusiastic they became. They even reached out to grab my shorts.

"We've seen no other men around here! This place is practically a nunnery! There are no men!"

They tugged at my shorts, but I tugged back even harder. "Wait, wait, don't do that, ladies! These shorts aren't thin—"

There was a loud rip. My shorts were torn, revealing the large boxers underneath. Francine and her roommates gaped at my groin in awe.

"Whoa, Mr. Warden, I didn't think you were that packed!"

Blood rushed to my middle-aged face. Who'd have thought something like this would happen to me at the age of 50?

The shorts were thin, to begin with. I was thrifty and couldn't bring myself to buy better-quality pants. And now, I had to dip into my wallet and get new ones.

But Francine and the others looked entranced, with a single-minded determination to see what I looked like down there.

They were unabashed, reaching for my underwear. They moved quickly, and before I noticed, began to palm me.

I felt like I'd been zapped with electricity, my body going pleasantly numb. Their delicate hands touched me where I was most sensitive, and a bone-deep itch overcame me.

I shoved them away and frantically pulled on my ripped shorts, making for a comical sight. The women covered their mouths and giggled at my frazzled state. "Goodness, who'd have thought you'd be shy, Mr. Warden? How adorable."

I feigned anger, though I grew more excited than ever, if not borderline impulsive. "You're taking this joke too far, ladies! Have some mercy on an old man like me, will you? I've got one foot in the coffin as is, and what you're doing will give me a heart attack!"

However, Francine pointed at my groin and suggested, "It's not our fault you're the only man in this plant. Also, your package is hard and has a nice feel to it. It'd be a shame if you didn't let us borrow it."

I staggered back to the door and pretended to be outraged. "Where are your boundaries? This isn't something you can just 'borrow' and 'feel' for the fun of it! Have you ladies no shame?"

I was about to leave through the door when Francine bolted the lock. She leaned against the door, her eyes full of wicked amusement. "You're not leaving here tonight until you've taken good care of me and my friends, Mr. Warden."

To make a point, she poked her tongue out at me, revealing the round, full stud adorning the soft flesh.

My heart jolted. In all my 50 years, I'd never experienced what it felt like to be licked by a woman with a tongue piercing. I reckoned Francine could coax my soul out of my body if she ran that pierced tongue along my shaft.

The other three women closed in with feline grace, surrounding me. I watched as they stripped.

"Come on, Mr. Warden, help us out. We've been pent up for too long." Their perfect, young bodies were on full display before me, reminding me that these women were fresh out of adolescence.

No man could help himself!

They pressed their bodies close to mine, and I immediately felt their plush curves molding against every part of my body. My skin pebbled as I indulged in the physical pleasure that overwhelmed me.

Four! There were four women practically climbing over me right now. I felt like a king!

I couldn't help but think I'd picked the right job as a dorm warden. I'd conveniently forgotten about Reuben's warning. All I could think about was what I would do with these women.

"Go back to your beds and raise your asses. I'll come over and please all of you, one by one."

Just like that, the four women went back to their beds, raising their voluptuous backsides. They swayed their hips from side to side, baiting me to take them.

I moved to Francine's bed first. She'd teased me the most. She was responsible for half my urges.

Seeing that I'd chosen her bed first, Francine grew even more enthusiastic and promptly raised her backside even more. I gripped her hair and thrust forward.