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whos rubbed one out at work?

When you're having one of those days and customers and colleagues alike are burning your head out and ramping up the adrenaline in a way that just might have you going fucking postal on the lot of 'em if they're not careful a wank in the work toilet is definitely the way forward. Source of instant relief with fewer bodies to dispose of, and much, much easier to clean up after yourself.
 
pokepoke420 said:
I fucked my girlfriend on her old boss's desk one time. Little did we know her boss had a camera in her office. She made my girl watch the video and followed it by firing her. I felt pretty awful for her after that, but it was her idea hahaha.
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so funny=D

Beachcat said:
Well, on that note,I have had sex at my husbands place of work many times. He is also a chef. In the office, but mostly in the walk in. The walk in is where they always do their drugs, too. What is it about the walk in? One time ( he was the executive chef for 10 years at a very fancy French restaurant in our old town) we were there after hours and not only was he cooking up a HUGE vat of canna butter on the stove,but we were also getting it on. I think I was straddling him in his desk chair when the cop came in.

Apparently, the alarm got set off somehow, and they came in to investigate. Good thing I have the "proper Southern lady " vibe, because by the time he left, he was apologizing for disturbing us!
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what is a walk in?
 
A walk in is that big refrigerator/ cooler thing that you can walk into...like a walk in closet but for food. There are shelves along each side. It gets pretty chilly in there with the door shut...it makes getting busy pretty interesting...definitely rock hard nipples FTW!
 
Tell you what Beachcat, I'm not ordering anything in a cream sauce or with mayonnaise on or whatever from that restaurant! :sus:

*puts call through to whatever the U.S. equivalent of the food standards / environmental health agency is*
 
I couldn't picture myself ever masturbating at work - or uni, or anywhere public for that matter. I'd be so, so uncomfortable.
The irony of that is I've had sex in the toilet stall of the bar I work at with a fellow employee. It was so ridiculously satisfying =D
 
Sepher said:
Tell you what Beachcat, I'm not ordering anything in a cream sauce or with mayonnaise on or whatever from that restaurant! :sus:

*puts call through to whatever the U.S. equivalent of the food standards / environmental health agency is*
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Ha! Better stick to that rule at every restaurant! I can guarantee that probably 85% of all restaurants have similar sex/drug action in their walk ins..!
 
^ lol funny thing is we had cameras there in every location except the developers room (didn't want our code to get logged). Funny stuff.
 
Beachcat said:
Well, on that note,I have had sex at my husbands place of work many times. He is also a chef. In the office, but mostly in the walk in. The walk in is where they always do their drugs, too. What is it about the walk in?
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Sex, drugs, and alcohol are pretty common in the restaurant business if you read Anthony Bourdain's funny book Kitchen Confidential. Highly recommended.

One weekday, a large wedding party arrived, fresh from the ceremony: bride, groom, ushers, family and friends. Married up-Cape, the happy couple and party had come down to P-town for the celebratory dinner following, presumably, a reception. They were high when they arrived. From the salad station at the other end of the line, I saw a brief, slurry exchange between Bobby The Chef and some of the guests. I noticed particularly the bride, who at one point leaned into the kitchen and inquired if any of us “had any hash.” When the party moved on into the dining room, I pretty much forgot about them.

We banged out meals for a while, Lydia amusing us with her usual patter, Tommy dunking clams and shrimp into hot grease, the usual ebb and flow of a busy kitchen. Then the bride reappeared at the open Dutch door. She was blonde and good-looking in her virginal wedding white, and she spoke closely with the chef for a few seconds; Bobby suddenly grinned from ear to ear, the sunburned crow’s-feet at the corners of his eyes growing more pronounced. A few moments later she was gone again, but Bobby, visibly trembling, suddenly said, “Tony! Watch my station,” and promptly scooted out the back door.

Ordinarily, this alone would have been a momentous event. To be allowed to work the busy broiler station, to take the helm — even for a few minutes — was a dream come true. But curiosity got the better of all of us remaining in the kitchen. We had to look.

There was a fenced-off garbage stockade right outside the window by the dishwasher, that concealed the stacked trash and cans of edible waste the restaurant sold to a pig farm up-Cape, from the cars in the parking lot. Soon, all of us — Tommy, Lydia, the new dishwasher and I — were peering through the window, where in full view of his assembled crew, Bobby was noisily rear-ending the bride. She was bent obligingly over a 55-gallon drum, her gown hiked up over her hips. Bobby’s apron was up, resting over her back as he pumped away furiously, the young woman’s eyes rolled up into her head, mouth whispering, “Yess, yess … good … good …”

While her new groom and family chawed happily on their flounder fillets and deep-fried scallops just a few yards away in the Dreadnaught dining room, here was the blushing bride, getting an impromptu send-off from a total stranger.

And I knew then, dear reader, for the first time: I wanted to be a chef.
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soundsystem00 said:
Me. I nutted on the floor too.
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one time at my last place of work i was the opener n i had my girl come up to help me open the store, we fucked before anyone else got there, i pulled out n nutted on the floor of the kitchen, when the 10 o'clocker got there i told him to mop the floor before we opened :\
 
Beachcat said:
A walk in is that big refrigerator/ cooler thing that you can walk into...like a walk in closet but for food. There are shelves along each side. It gets pretty chilly in there with the door shut...it makes getting busy pretty interesting...definitely rock hard nipples FTW!
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aha my friend got caught wanking off a big dicked 'roid fiend in a supermarket she worked at in the freezer at the deli counter.
 
I've done it multiple times, and generally within a few feet of my unsuspecting coworkers. Takes some prep, but if you have a desk that hides you, and can have one hand discreetly in a pocket... and you can keep a straight face... it's pretty amazing.

Even better if you're in a conversation with a co-worker while doing it. :)
 
Hell yes, love this thread...something I excel at.

I've done the deed at 3 separate places of employment.

The first was a bar where I used to bartend. It was in an upstairs bathroom but I've had sex in that bathroom as well.

Next was a retail store, I was stocking so I had unlimited free access to wander around, did it in e employee bathroom (cleanest in the building lol).

The next was at my career, it's an office job and I was very bored and loaded on OC. Clean bathrooms.
 
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