Spying on my boss having sex with other women in the office

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I'm currently in Toronto, Canada. I'm not young anymore, and this is my first time writing erotica, so my writing is terrible. Please bear with me.

Before going abroad, more than ten years ago, I worked for two years in the IT department of the municipal government of a coastal city not far from my hometown. This was my first job after graduating from university. Finding a job was extremely difficult back then; without connections or background, money didn't help. I was able to get this job because my brother-in-law contacted the director of the information center through his business friend, and it cost him a lot of money.

This information center was located in a separate 15-story building next to the municipal government, mainly responsible for the planning and implementation of the city's information technology projects. Don't let the name fool you; most of the staff didn't have much professional background knowledge. The only people who could actually do the work were about ten people in our server room. The director of the information center's surname was Wu, but I won't mention his full name because what I'm about to tell is a true story, and I want to protect his privacy. Director Wu was a division-level cadre. During the Cultural Revolution, he attended a key national university as a worker-peasant-soldier student. He had some knowledge, but it was limited. At the time, he was in his early fifties, in his prime, and quite shrewd and capable. His career was bright; in today's terms, he was thriving. He had a large amount of government funding at his disposal, and he managed the more than 50 people in his unit very well.

In the two months since he joined the unit, our technical department had been maintaining the government website and database, and also installing and debugging a video conferencing system in Director Wu's office. At the time, this was an expensive, experimental setup. It used a special camera and microphone connected to a desktop computer, which was then connected to a television as a monitor. Then, through special encoding and decoding equipment, it connected to various government departments and even other provincial and municipal government agencies, enabling video conferencing. I often tinkered with this stuff in Director Wu's office after get off work. Sometimes he'd ask me to help him organize technical documents and write things. Director Wu's office was on the top floor, in a corner. It was quite large, with a big executive desk, a wide leather sofa, and large potted plants by the window—much more comfortable than the dark, gloomy server room I usually stayed in. However, Director Wu was a heavy smoker; cigarette ash was everywhere, and documents were piled up all over the place, which was quite an eyesore. Before I could do anything, I'd have to clean up and organize the documents for him. It was clear that Director Wu appreciated me; he asked me to do things more and more often. Plus, since only the server room and the director's office were on the top floor, close by, I could just call out and come running. Gradually, my colleagues in the unit considered me one of the director's confidants. Back then, cadres were bound to have some involvement with alcohol, women, money, and power. A close female colleague named Yu Qin specifically warned me not to get too close to the director, especially regarding money, because if something happened and the director went to jail, I would be implicated. Looking back now, I'm so glad she reminded me; these are all hindsight. I even joked at the time that I didn't think the director was greedy, always wearing the same gray jacket—he didn't seem like a rich man at all. But his romantic life was hard to predict. I mentioned that one weekend I was working late in the computer lab when I saw the director leave his office with a young woman. Yu Qin said she'd never heard of it. I replied that in our kind of organization, everyone goes home on time, and there's hardly anyone at the office late at night; probably no one would know. Yu Qin then said I was just guessing, saying the director has a daughter, and what I saw was most likely her.

Not long after, the video conferencing setup was finished, and I rarely needed to go to the director's office anymore, so I returned to my routine of going between the computer lab and the dormitory. One night, I played games in the computer lab until 9 pm, then locked the door and went to the rooftop for a smoke. There was a large satellite dish on the roof, and only people from our technical department were allowed up there; it was also my regular smoking spot. On the rooftop, I saw the light on in the director's office at the corner. Suddenly, I remembered the girl I'd talked about with Yu Qin the other day. Had the director brought his daughter to the office again? It was strange so late. Thinking this, I walked to a corner of the rooftop, from where I should be able to see the sofa and a corner of the executive desk in the office. Unfortunately, the blinds were quite tight, and I could only see the lower bodies of two people sitting on the sofa through a large gap. One was definitely Director Wu, and the other was a girl in a skirt. They were sitting close together, probably talking. After watching for a few minutes, I realized something was wrong. Director Wu's hand quickly appeared on the girl's fair, full thigh, slowly caressing it. My heart pounded, and I immediately felt a strong erection. What was infuriating was that the two of them quickly stood up and moved out of my sight. I immediately thought of the video surveillance system in the director's office. I knew the password; if I could remotely turn on the camera, I should be able to see what was happening in the office on the computer in the server room. However, after thinking about it, I gave up, because a light on the camera would turn on when it was turned on, and I wasn't sure if the TV screen would also light up at the same time. After abandoning that plan, I carefully observed my surroundings. Outside the office windows on each floor, there was a half-meter-wide concrete platform, mainly for housing the air conditioning units. If I squatted next to the air conditioning unit and looked through the window, my view wouldn't be too obstructed. So I tiptoed back from the rooftop to the server room, climbed out of the server room window to the platform outside, and then slowly walked to the director's office window, crouching low. It was close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, and although the southern nights weren't cold, the sea breeze was strong. The platform was covered with moss, pigeon droppings, and trash. If I slipped, I would definitely fall to my death. But at that moment, I was completely controlled by immense curiosity and lust. I squatted down, holding onto the air conditioning unit, and looked through the largest gap in the blinds. I saw the young girl lying face up on the executive desk, her skirt lifted to her waist. The director's back was turned towards me, his pants pulled down to his ankles, his hands holding the girl's thighs and forcefully spreading them apart, his buttocks moving forward rhythmically. The girl's panties and stockings hung on one ankle, swaying violently with the rhythm of the director's penis thrusting into her vagina. I desperately wanted to see who this girl was, but her face was mostly obscured by the director's back, her head was tilted to one side, and the window was closed. It was like watching a silent pornographic film where I couldn't see the female lead—I was just anxiously waiting. Because I had been squatting for so long, my swollen penis in my crotch felt like it was going to explode, and I was terrified of being blown downstairs by the wind. I gripped the air conditioner bracket tightly with both hands; that feeling was truly unforgettable. The director reached inside the girl's shirt and rubbed her vigorously while forcefully thrusting his penis into her vagina. After a while, the director thrust into the girl's body a dozen times quickly, and it seemed he had ejaculated. He pulled his slightly limp penis out of the girl's body and sat down on the sofa next to her. The girl seemed a little dazed; her legs were still spread apart, finally giving me a chance to see her vulva up close. It was the plump, fleshy kind, with sparse pubic hair. Her brown labia minora, still slightly ajar from the intense penetration, were wet and pinkish, with some white foam slowly trickling down to her light brown anus. Before I could get my fill of looking, the girl rolled over and sat up, facing the window. I was startled and quickly crouched down. Luckily, it was dark outside but bright inside, so she didn't see me. She stood on the floor, slightly crouching, wiped her lower body with a tissue, put on her underwear, and then added some toilet paper inside. She then ran her hand through her underwear between her legs and along her inner thighs, seemingly checking for any leakage. Finally, she put on her stockings, smoothed out her skirt, and when she looked up, I could finally see her face clearly. It was the girl from last time, with dyed blonde hair. Although she was wearing makeup, with heavy eyeshadow and lipstick, I could tell she was still quite young, probably only in her early twenties. She wasn't an employee of our unit, was she? She must be Director Wu's mistress. I figured the director was a frequent television personality in the city, and he probably didn't dare go to hotels for fear of being recognized, so he was always having affairs in the office. A while ago, because I was often working overtime debugging the video conferencing system, they had to stop their office trysts. Now that the system was fixed, they'd started again.

Seeing them packing up to leave, I slowly retreated to the shadow of the air conditioner and sat down. I waited until the director and his wife left the office before slowly climbing back through the server room window. I remember feeling both excited and terrified at the time. My crotch felt slippery; I didn't know if it was semen or something else. I couldn't sleep that night; the scene of them making love kept replaying in my mind. Seeing the real thing is much more exciting than watching porn.

I type slowly, so I'll stop here for today. My writing isn't great, being a science student. If you enjoy reading, please give me some encouragement, and I'll write about the stories of other people. Spoiler alert: Director Wu was eventually arrested for embezzlement, but the charges against him didn't mention anything about having affairs.

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