Happy Cleaner

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In a certain company... the female manager kicked a trash can and yelled, "Hey! Cleaner! Don't put the trash can here. There aren't many people who will hire a middle-aged man like you in your forties anymore. Watch out!" Me: "Yes! Yes! Sorry~ I'll take care of it right away." I cursed in my heart, "Damn it! I'll get you sooner or later." She was the highest-ranking person in this department, in her early thirties and never married. She was the ice queen type. I heard that she was too picky, which is why she was still unmarried, but she had a constant stream of suitors. A young male employee came over and helped me pick up the trash, comforting me, "Don't be angry! You know that's just how the boss is." He was a new employee named Ade, and the boss especially liked to criticize him, but he didn't dare confide in his colleagues, so I became his best dumping ground. We often went drinking, and when we were drunk, we would yell at the boss. One day, after we finished drinking, I didn't go home; I went straight to the company, collapsed, and fell asleep. The next day, I was woken up by a clanging sound. I got up to find the source of the noise and saw something that almost made my eyes pop out. The scene that flashed before my eyes revealed that I had gotten drunk last night and fallen asleep in the women's locker room. The director was the first to arrive. She was only wearing underwear—a dark brown bra favored by mature women—and her enormous, snow-white breasts. Her office uniform was stretched taut, her breasts almost bursting out of the shirt. Her long legs were clad in nude stockings, and underneath were sexy lace panties. Blood rushed to my groin; I desperately wanted to rape her, but another thought suppressed me. I chuckled coldly and pretended nothing had happened. That evening… everyone had left work. I checked the clock—ten o'clock, my usual time to leave. I could have left earlier, but the director insisted I stay until ten. The director was always the last to leave. In her office, the light was still on, and she was diligently typing on her computer. "Knock, knock, knock!" The knocking startled the director. I said, "Director! You've worked hard! Here, have this coffee, I'll be going now!" The director replied, "Oh... thank you!" I secretly hid and peeked. The director's office had a large transparent glass wall, so you could see inside from the outside. I saw the director typing her documents while drinking her coffee. Ten minutes passed... The director got up to go to the restroom and came back to continue typing. Her face was red, and she was sweating, looking a little restless. She got up and went out to check the office, then suspiciously closed the door and drew the curtains. Actually, I had already installed a hidden camera inside. I saw on the screen that the director started to take off her suit jacket, unbuttoned a few buttons on her chest, and took off her skirt. She caressed her breasts with one hand and her private parts with the other. After caressing her for a while, she even put her hand inside her stockings, pulled down her panties, and touched her vulva directly. Seeing that the time was right, I used my key to open the door. The director was startled to see it was me. I laughed and said, "Director!! Do you need any help?" Seeing my blushing face, the director, feeling utterly embarrassed, snapped angrily, "Get out of here!" I pulled down my pants, revealing my already erect penis in front of her. The director swallowed hard. I laughed and said, "Is this really okay? If I leave, there'll be no one to comfort you. Besides, tomorrow I'll tell my colleagues that you did this kind of thing in the office. Is that really okay?" Under my persistent questioning, the director softened. She turned her head away and said, "Only tonight!" I laughed and said, "What do you say before asking someone else?" The director was angry, but seeing my large penis made her tempted, and her attitude softened again. She whispered, "Please! Help me!" I laughed and said, "That's more like it! Then I'll reluctantly help you! Haha!" I thought to myself, how could she not be aroused after taking my aphrodisiac? I pinned the director down on the large desk, expertly kissing her on the lips. One hand pressed down on her breasts, while the other already invaded her private parts. Before the director could react, I had already pulled off her shirt. Me: "Your dark brown bra is really stylish." The director blushed: "Don't say that~" Seeing that the drug's effects were limited, if I didn't hurry, it would be difficult to clean up the mess. So, without saying a word, I got off the desk, not rushing to penetrate her, but instead tearing a hole in the director's stockings (it felt really good), pulling down her panties and putting my mouth on her vulva, sticking out my tongue and starting to lick her honey pot. My tongue explored deep into the director's honey pot, and I also stuck out my fingers, targeting her clitoris. But the director's honey pot was already full of lustful fluid, and after my teasing, it immediately overflowed, and the director also started moaning lasciviously. Director: "Ah... um... um... ah... stop licking." Ignoring the director's moans, I attacked her breasts with one hand and rubbed and kneaded her two firm breasts with the other, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily. The director was attacked from above and below, and coupled with her fantasies, she was already burning with lust and couldn't control herself. The director couldn't help but say, "I can't take it anymore... hurry up..." I climbed onto the table, picked up my penis, pulled down the director's dark brown thong, and slowly pushed it into the director's wet honey hole. The director's honey hole was indeed different from that of a prostitute. I slowly inserted a bit, and the tight honey hole gripped my penis, making me feel extremely comfortable. I don't know if it was because the director was inexperienced, but my big penis squeezed the director so much that she couldn't take it and quickly shouted to stop: "Ah... stop... stop for a moment... yours is so big... it hurts... it hurts so much..." I said disdainfully, "If it's not comfortable, then stop!" The director said anxiously, "No... no... wait a minute..." I grabbed the director's small pillow and put Beneath the director's buttocks, I made her honey hole open even wider, and then used both hands to intensify my work on her breasts and clitoris. After only a few strokes, her honey hole was already itchy and sore, and her vaginal fluids soaked her black pubic hair. The director groaned again, and I immediately lowered my waist again, inserting my penis a little deeper. This time, the director didn't cry out in pain anymore; she just closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, as if resisting double torment. So I thrust in even harder, inserting the entire penis into the director's vagina. The director couldn't help but cry out again, "Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much..." I ignored her and started to arch my back, beginning to thrust forcefully. The director cried out even more, "It hurts so much...be gentle..." The director had probably never experienced being penetrated so deeply before. The pain of her lower body being filled slowly subsided, not only sweeping away the previous soreness and numbness, but also sending waves of pleasure from her lower body to her head. Director: "Ah...so deep...ah...ah...it feels so good..." I thrust even harder, all the way in each time, bringing out a lot of the director's love juice, soaking the pillow with her fluids. The director's cries suddenly became sharp: "Ah...ah...coming...coming..." At this moment, we suddenly heard footsteps, and we were both startled, but at this crucial moment, neither of us wanted to stop. The director asked anxiously, "What should we do?" I: "Go to the changing room." Just as the director peeked through the crack in the door and whispered, "It's the security guard," I straightened my back, pressed against the director's body, and accelerated my thrusts into her honey hole. The director naturally couldn't moan loudly anymore, but she couldn't help but softly moan: "Harder...I'm so embarrassed...ah...I can't take it anymore...coming...coming..." I: "I'm coming too."

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