Inside the bustling workshop of a steel fabrication plant it is a foghorn like siren that signifies to every worker exactly what time it is. Almost immediately all work grinds to sudden halt, as the burly, grease stained, rust flecked, rough and tumble men drop their various welding torches, angle grinders, drills, and any number of other tools of their trade. The nature of their profession means that women are scarce in the workplace – two of them work on the factory floor, and there are four receptionists in the office – but nonetheless they also dutifully stop working as the siren wails. There is no confusion about what that deafening sound signifies, and already both the men and women on the factory floor have begun to strip out of their protective coveralls. So too do the receptionists, standing up from their office chairs and hiking up their form fitting pencil skirts, before bending themselves enticingly over their desks, not a single one of them wearing panties.

The men march like soldiers towards the nearest female to them, beginning to form single file lines as they expose their cocks and leave their clothes on the floor. The first man to reach one of the now naked women in the warehouse takes the lithe young girl’s shoulders in both of his hands and tosses her onto her back on the filthy concrete floor, then unceremoniously clambers on top of her compliant form, mounting the woman in a powerful mating press. He grunts once as his fat cock sinks into her exposed cunt in one swift motion, and his hips begin to pump much like one of the pneumatic pieces of machinery that surround them. He lasts barely 30, no-nonsense seconds, before he lets out a second grunt and buries himself balls-deep into the girl beneath him, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he unloads the thick contents of his potent cum-factories into her precious womb. Once the last knot of seed has been spurred into its receptacle, the man stands up, stretches, and then walks away to the area where he had left his clothes.

The line behind that first participant had grown to 15 men long by this point, and the next person up steps forward to the exposed and now leaking woman. Dropping to his knees and flipping her over onto her front side, he pushes his large hand into the back of her neck, holding her down against the ground as he slides into her from behind.

In the office, the moans of the receptionists can be heard in tandem, as the line of men waiting for their turn to breed stretches out the door, growing smaller as each man takes his turn and leaves one of the office girl’s womb a little fuller than it was before he began. As each male finishes, he exits a woman, puts his clothes back on, and then carries on working as if nothing out of the usual had happened. Such is the way of the world now.

Hi there, and thanks for reading. I’d like to explore a world in which there is a specific time of the day where everything screeches to a halt, and everyone stops whatever they’re doing in order to fuck the nearest legal aged woman to them at that particular moment. Doesn’t matter if you’re at the grocery store, church, work, or stuck in traffic. How would it work? If you’re in love with someone do you do whatever you can to make sure you’re near that person at that specific point of the day? Would you prefer the women enjoy it, or simply tolerate it?

Obviously this is very open ended, and if you enjoy world building and plot then we can focus the story on two specific characters and how it effects them. We could even explore how this new world order all began and what the backlash was when it was first implemented. If not, I’m also happy with one or two quick, one-off scenes. Whatever floats your boat.

Kinks for this RP: breeding, creampies, mating presses, large cocks, free-use, D/s

Limits: anything underage, bathroom stuff, feet, gore, and snuff.