An unexpected bonus from helping my beautiful colleague recover data from her USB drive.

This story begins in the beginning. I first met the female protagonist in the company cafeteria. At the time, we were from different departments. The first time I saw her, I was stunned by her beauty. She was about 162 cm tall, with fair skin, very defined and beautiful features, and long hair flowing down her back. What attracted me most was that she didn't hold a high position and worked in a factory doing frontline statistical work. She didn't wear much makeup or dress up, probably just using a few dollars' worth of skincare oil. She was absolutely naturally beautiful.

I've always believed that a woman's beauty comes from within, and a woman with abundant energy will definitely have a radiant beauty. Her hair was almost bluish-black in the sunlight—that was the phrase that popped into my head.

After seeing her, her image lingered in my mind. Later, after some subtle inquiries, I learned that this beauty was about 33 years old, a married woman. Her husband used to be an ordinary worker, but he quit to find other jobs, which didn't seem to be going very well. What a waste, I thought. Why didn't I meet her a few years earlier?

A year later, by chance, I was transferred to their department as a supervisor, becoming her direct superior. At that time, the excitement of working with this beauty was even greater than the promotion.

About two months after I joined, after getting to know the new department's employees, I found an excuse to transfer her to my small office—just the two of us. Many colleagues made jokes, some crude, some not, and I, with nothing to hide, joked along with them. After a while, as work got busier, the jokes naturally faded, but I did have some thoughts in my mind. Later events provided me with an opportunity.

Another six months passed, and I became even more familiar with her. This beautiful woman came from a poor family and wasn't at all spoiled. She was incredibly capable and responsible at work. She provided a lot of support in my work; I trusted her completely, and my complete trust in her led her to trust me even more. We often sat facing each other at our desks, and she would tell me everything—family matters, childhood stories, and so on. Those were truly happy times.

One day, she brought me a USB drive and told me she had accidentally deleted a file from her part-time job and asked if I could recover it. I could easily recover the file, but I didn't agree immediately. I said, "Give me the USB drive, I'll think of something."

When I got home, I opened EasyRec and easily found the file she needed. But there was also an unexpected surprise: I found some previously deleted photos, many of them of her and her husband, in various levels of exposure—some scantily clad, some half-naked, some even during sex. My heart pounded, and I greedily admired her body. After a long time, I made up my mind to do something. I noticed her expression was stiff in the photos; this beauty had a more private life.

I copied the photos, deliberately leaving one undeleted. The next day, I returned the USB drive to her, saying the file had been recovered. She thanked me and plugged it into her computer to find the file. I sat across from her, watching her. She had clearly seen the photo; after a moment of stunned silence, a blush spread from her fair neck to her face. Her expression was panicked; she didn't dare look up at me.

At that moment, I felt a mix of emotions—nervousness, excitement, and a touch of wicked pleasure. I looked at her for a while, then got up and left the office.

That noon, after lunch, we went back to the office to rest. At first, neither of us spoke. She tried to appear relaxed, but quickly panicked under my gaze.

I gritted my teeth, composed myself, and said, "Yesterday, when I was restoring the files, I found some other random stuff." Her face and neck instantly turned bright red again. Seeing that alluring red on her fair skin, I almost lost control and went straight for her.

She became even more flustered and at a loss, not saying a word. I stood up, walked behind her, and looked at her nude photo on her computer, saying, "You don't seem very happy in the photo." She

managed a weak "No." She frantically closed the window.

I thought, this beautiful woman, so innocent in her youth, must have been unhappy marrying an ordinary worker, watching her beauty fade with age. Her clothes were always inexpensive, but she wore them beautifully; you could tell she put thought into even the cheapest options. It's human nature to love beauty, especially such a blessed woman.

I felt a mix of excitement and pity. Mustering my courage, I grasped her arms and said, "You've really suffered."

She tensed and twisted, pulling away from me, stammering, "Those are old photos, delete them all."

I was getting impatient, realizing I needed to use some methods, so I said, "Okay, I'll delete them from my computer later."

She hesitated again. I took the opportunity to put my hand on her shoulder again. This time she trembled slightly but didn't pull away.

Feeling the smooth touch of her shoulder, my heart pounded. I couldn't resist anymore. I gently stroked her shoulder, then bent down and whispered close to her face, "I've always liked you." From the side, I could see her eyebrows were red, and her body was trembling. I ran my hands down her shoulders and arms, wrapped them around her waist, and held both her arms tightly. Then, gritting my teeth, I kissed her on the lips.

She instinctively turned her face away, but I had anticipated that reaction, and I kissed her lips directly. The soft feeling ignited the fire in my heart. I kissed her frantically, my tongue trying to pry open her teeth. She whimpered and tried to dodge, her cries growing louder. I held her tightly and said, "There are people outside." She froze, unable to utter a sound.

I took the opportunity to penetrate her teeth, stirring her soft tongue, sucking on her saliva. My hands, as if possessed, moved up and grasped her breasts through her clothes. They were quite large and very elastic, a vibrant body. She struggled a few times, clearly feeling some relaxation. I took the opportunity to say, "I've always loved you, you're in my dreams. Promise me, I'll delete all the photos and not tell anyone. I'll be good to you."

She stared straight at me. I didn't care anymore. I pulled her up from the chair, pressed her face down on the desk, and lifted her skirt. Her panties were a little wet; I wasn't sure if it was from earlier. I unbuttoned my pants with one hand and groped her straight, firm thighs with the other. She braced herself on the desk and said, "There are people outside."

I said, "Don't make a sound," and then pulled down her panties. Dark pubic hair, light brown flesh, slightly damp. My penis was about to explode. I steadied it, aimed at her vulva, and thrust in without hesitation, penetrating to the deepest point. I almost couldn't hold back.

Two years later, the young married woman who had amazed me in the cafeteria was finally penetrated by my big penis. I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and slowly began to thrust. Her face was no longer red, but it was extremely pale, and upon closer inspection, I could see some dark veins bulging under her skin.

I pulled her skirt off her shoulders, one hand squeezing her soft, firm breasts, the other gripping her shoulder. With a thrust of my hips and a pull back, I saw her white, plump buttocks slam against my lower abdomen. Her anus opened and closed, her raging penis peeking out, the layers of flesh inside her enveloping me—the pleasure was indescribable.

Because I was afraid of disturbing those outside, I carefully controlled the force of my thrusts, trying not to make a sound. This made me especially sensitive; after about a hundred thrusts, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I gritted my teeth and stopped. Her tense body relaxed. A wicked thought suddenly occurred to me. I pulled her up, lifting her like that, and pushed her to the door, making her press her hands against it. She looked visibly panicked, turning back to shake her head vigorously. I smiled, staring at her face, and thrust my hips forward, penetrating deeply again. She opened her mouth, let out a half-uttered "Ah~," and then swallowed it back down.

I bit my lower lip and started a new round of fucking. I was gentle, but occasionally I would use force, which would make her whole body tense up, including her vagina. She lowered her head, pressed her hands hard against the door, and her buttocks began to gently meet my movements. Her legs trembled more and more violently. I think my eyes were probably red at that moment.

A few minutes later, the beauty's legs trembled so badly she could barely stand. Her vaginal muscles tightened more and more. Because we were in the office, I was both nervous and excited. Suddenly, I thrust hard a few times, and she suddenly tensed up and slid to the ground. The flesh inside her vagina gripped my penis tightly, and her anus clenched. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I ejaculated, slowly kneeling down with her as I did so. My penis remained inside her vagina throughout. After kneeling for

a while, she turned and sat down, pulling my penis out of her body. Leaning against the door, one hand on the ground, her face a mixture of shyness, sorrow, and satisfaction.

I pulled up my pants, went up to her, hugged her from behind, helped her stand up, straightened her clothes, and gently kissed the back of her neck, saying, "I love you, truly." Then, in front of her, I deleted the photos, saying I would have the network administrator send a new hard drive that afternoon to replace them, and that they would never be restored.

I held her tenderly for a while longer; she offered no resistance, only her eyes flickered without speaking.

A while later, as it was almost time for the afternoon shift to start, I kissed her forehead and left. Several other women were sprawled out on their desks, fast asleep.

After some time, I started talking to her every day, trying to cheer her up. Gradually, the depression in her eyes dissipated. In private, she started flirting with me, and I learned that her family life was indeed unhappy. Her husband had changed jobs many times but hadn't made a name for himself, and their life was always very difficult. He became increasingly violent at night, and she had no one to confide in.

I spent two years gradually finding ways to help her with her work and salary. Because she was a very hardworking and successful woman, and because I was patient, her colleagues didn't think much of it. However, after that incident, she opened up. The office and our outings became our private time together. Whenever I thought about that stunningly beautiful woman now writhing beneath me, it felt like a dream.

Later, I used other methods to get my hands on several other female colleagues, but I only truly developed feelings for this one. I'll share the stories of the others with you later. Thank you.

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