Sweet switchboard operator

I've been with this Japanese company for ten years now, slowly climbing the ranks from sales engineer to sales manager. Honestly, the workload for senior executives isn't actually that heavy; meetings and social engagements take up most of the time. Management is even simpler: just assign tasks to subordinates and then supervise them until they finish.

A new switchboard operator/receptionist named Jennifer joined the general affairs department. I heard she just graduated this year; she's tall, sweet-looking, lively, and has a youthful innocence and naiveté—perfect for the image of an international company, outshining all the female colleagues in other departments. Every Monday, when salespeople return to headquarters for meetings, they swarm around the counter like flies, looking for an opportunity to get close to her.

Jenny isn't in my direct department, so we don't have much contact in terms of official business. Besides, managers always need to maintain a certain image, and their words and actions must keep a distance from those of their subordinates. Moreover, a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow; having been divorced for many years and approaching middle age, the only way for me to find a beautiful woman in her early twenties is to pay money to go to a brothel—it's quick and practical.

The social interaction in Taiwan has changed in recent years. People are less interested in eating and drinking; eating too much is bad for your health, and you have to avoid drunk driving, so neither host nor guest can always have a good time. But playing golf is different. If we say we'll tee off at six in the morning, everyone can show up early. Whether we talk business or not is another matter; at least it achieves the effects of exercise and maintaining relationships.

This morning I discussed the progress of isir samples with a client in the Hsinchu Industrial Park. Then we played a game of golf at the nearby Hsinfeng Golf Course. Seeing that it was still early, I decided to head back to the office. The boss was abroad; perhaps there was something that needed to be taken care of. It was a sweltering July day, and Taipei was experiencing a heavy afternoon thunderstorm. It was time to leave work, and I saw Jenny in the distance, holding a small parasol, her other hand carrying a bag and her uniform jacket, looking around awkwardly in the rain, unable to hail a taxi. "I should be a good person!" I thought. "Get in, I'll give you a ride," I said, rolling down the window.

"Arieto, Minister!" She couldn't possibly hold her current position without speaking English and Japanese. Her hair and clothes were damp with rain, and her semi-transparent pink silk shirt clung to her body, the second button of the collar undone, revealing her cleavage and a deep purple lace bra, each supporting half of her snow-white breasts. "Get a boyfriend! There are quite a few single colleagues at work, it would be great to have someone pick you up and drop you off!"

"I really want one! The problem is... all the guys who ask me out are married... Is Neihu on my way?" "Sure." Taipei is always busy with traffic, and with the heavy rain during rush hour, the car was constantly stopping and starting. Having someone to chat with to pass the time in traffic was nice. "Did anyone contact me this afternoon?" "Hmm...yes, Obama asked you to play basketball, and A-mei (Chang Hui-mei) invited you to karaoke. Yao Yao said she'd see you tonight..."

"Haha..." I couldn't help but laugh, but she pretended to be serious, looking at me innocently. I liked her after work. It was a red light again. I always had to wait a minute and a half at each intersection. Taking advantage of the lull, I glanced over. She had just slumped down, adjusting her posture for comfort. Her tight mini-skirt had reached her upper thighs, revealing the top of her black stockings. I couldn't resist taking another look. So beautiful, I admired her from the bottom of my heart. Although it was less than a second of visual contact, we met eyes, making me feel like a child who had done something wrong. I quickly turned my head back, looking out the window as if nothing had happened. "How was your game today?" "Huh? How did you know I was going to play?"

"You're so tanned, you look like a roast duck. Even a fool could guess."

"I didn't know your butt had so many functions." This time she laughed heartily, her chest heaving, and the atmosphere in the car became much more pleasant. "Do you know how to play?" I turned my head again, looking for an opportunity to look at her chest.

"Will you teach me?" She turned to look at me, with a rather provocative air. "Now?" I stared into her eyes. "What's up?" Her eyes widened even more. I knew there was a practice range behind the Miramar Hotel, not far from here, so I rented her a women's 7-iron and bought her a pair of gloves. We went to the less crowded second floor. She mentioned taking a golf course in college, so I let her go straight to the swing position. Jenny, of course, wasn't a great player, but I'd never met such an adorable woman—more like a girl, like a little kid from abroad, with incredibly expressive facial expressions and body language. Occasionally, she'd hit a good shot and immediately start swaying her hips and dancing around, sometimes even shaking her shoulders and breasts in front of me, saying, "How about it, coach? Pretty good, huh! Don't you love me?"

But when she hit a series of bad shots, she was like a heartbroken child who'd been bullied, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and throwing herself into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder, pretending to cry and seeking comfort. I was constantly amused by her youthful energy, and that hour and a half went by so quickly and so happily.

After playing ball, following Jenny's suggestion, we went to Meifu Supermarket for a bowl of tomato beef noodles. Then we went to her place. "Come up and have a coffee with me!" She didn't give me a chance to refuse. She took my hand as soon as we got out of the car and took the elevator straight to the 18th floor.

A woman's home is indeed different. As soon as I entered, I smelled a faint fragrance. There was a large teddy bear plush toy on the sofa. "It's called Dudu. It's my boyfriend. I sleep naked with it every day." To be honest, in front of this lively and cheerful girl, even I, an expert with a sales background, sometimes find myself at a loss for words. I can't tell if she's innocent or intentional.

"Have a seat for a moment. I'll change my clothes." I don't have a daughter. I wonder if this is how young girls dress at home these days? She wore only a black spaghetti strap top, her unrestrained breasts boldly and uninhibitedly displayed, proudly perky and slightly flared outwards, almost revealing her nipples. Her slender, white waist was completely exposed, adorned with a deep navel. Her tiny denim hot pants were so short that they barely covered her lower abdomen at the top, and the first button was undone, revealing her pubic hair, if she had any. The bottom half of the hot pants had no legs at all, reaching up to her upper thighs, with two white pockets showing in the front and a glimpse of her small buttocks in the back, as if they might fall off at any moment.

Her snow-white body, about 1.65 meters tall, with less than 20 centimeters of clothing covering her top and bottom, resembled a sexy and alluring mermaid, swimming around in front of me, busy playing music and preparing the coffee-making equipment.

"Anyone who drinks my coffee will fall in love with me." "

Why? Did you drug me?" I pretended not to understand.

"Yes, rape then murder, scared?" What kind of woman threatens a man?

"I'm so scared... so scared you won't want me."

Her breasts trembled as she laughed, and the song "Kiss and Say Goodbye" by the black male singer Barry White was playing in the background.

"I really like this song, will you dance with me?" "

It felt like time had rewound to my college days twenty years ago. At a friend's birthday dance, I was holding a girl I liked. Her slender waist and smooth skin made me feel young again; my little brother started trembling, unable to suppress my primal instincts. I couldn't resist leaning down and kissing her. She smiled tenderly at me, then released my left hand and wrapped her arms around my neck. We pressed together, tighter and tighter, until I was sure she could feel the urge in my little brother.

A song quickly ended, and she gracefully turned around, taking my hands and placing them on her waist, letting me hug her from behind as we continued dancing.

'Are you a good man or a bad man?' '

What's the difference?'" "

A good man punches eighteen holes, a bad man punches nineteen."

"Then I'd rather be a bad man."

I took her hands and placed them behind my neck, gently kissing her neck, licking her left earlobe, and breathing softly into her ear. I slipped my hands inside her camisole, each grasping a breast. I gently played with the one in my left hand, while my right thumb and forefinger found the small, pointed nipple, kneading it lightly and firmly. Aside from making soft "mmm" sounds, she couldn't utter a single playful remark.

The glass of the nearby liquor cabinet clearly reflected our entire bodies. I held Jenny, facing the cabinet, pulling her black camisole up to her chest, revealing her two snow-white breasts proudly.

"You're so beautiful, Jenny, I love you so much." "

Really! How are you going to love me?"

"Hmm... I'll love you from behind first, then from the front."

"That's not love! That's called..." She seemed unable to say it, she was at a loss for words.

"What's it called?" I pressed.

"Fuck!" The English solved her problem.

"In Chinese it's called 'fucking,' okay! Darling, I really want to fuck you." "

I really want to be fucked by you..." Although she said "fucking" very softly.

She placed her hands on the back of the sofa, then bent over, sticking out her round buttocks, tossing her hair, and looked back at me—a super irresistibly alluring pose. I couldn't wait to rip off her hot pants and underwear together, toss them aside, and then quickly stripped off my own clothes, approaching from behind with my hard penis.

Looking back, how could I have been so lustful? I ignored the comfortable bed in the bedroom, skipped foreplay, and didn't even get a good look at the style and color of her underwear before starting right there in the living room.

Her buttocks were so white, round, and perky, like a ripe peach. I stroked them with both hands, marveling at the feeling of youth. My right hand reached down and realized it wasn't a peach at all, but rather a juicy, plump peach that had just been squeezed dry. I smeared the juice from my hand on the bald head of my penis, and then…

"Ah...ah...ah...oh..." The head went in, and the body followed. This charming long-legged girl...thankfully, my legs are strong enough when I play ball, so I have to slightly tiptoe to get the angle just right.

"Ah...good...good...thick..." "

No...it's yours...too tight..."

This is my favorite position, and also the position adopted by most wild animals in nature. My entire little brother is squeezed tightly from head to base, and whether it goes in or out is completely under my control.

"Oh... God... Mmm... No... Too... Inside... Oh... So good..."

His hands were still free to move, sometimes reaching forward to rub her dangling breasts, sometimes stroking her lower abdomen, pubic hair, and wet, tender vulva. When he wanted to thrust forcefully, he could steadily hold her hips in place. When he got tired, he would use his fingertips to perform light movements on her back and waist, making her writhe like a water snake from the itch. His penis would rotate up, down, left, and right inside her, accompanied by her moans of pleasure. He felt like the happiest person in the world.

"Oh... Fuckme... Oh... My God..." Sometimes it felt like he was fucking a foreigner, quite novel.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...no...I...I'm...almost...dying..." Jenny's legs seemed about to give way. I held her waist with both hands and continued thrusting in and out, forcefully.

In this wonderful moment, I truly wished I had superpowers to bravely persevere forever, but my offspring were already impatient, eager to come out and see who was so charming, making me regain my youthful vigor.

The older you get, the more timid you become. Luckily, I still had a sliver of clarity in my head. Without a condom, I couldn't ejaculate inside; otherwise, if I accidentally caused a pregnancy, it wouldn't just be a big deal, but I might even lose my job. At this critical moment, my little brother swiftly withdrew, and I saw a beam of white light shoot straight towards Jenny's left shoulder.

"Ah...no...I'm coming...oh..." In the blink of an eye, as Jenny screamed in my ear, I felt waves of heat on my testicles and thighs; I knew she had ejaculated too.

I've made a great discovery: a man's sexual ability is directly proportional to a woman's youthful beauty; this should be called the law of conservation of sexual energy. Afterwards, as we lay naked on the sofa, kissing and caressing each other, enjoying a moment of peace, my little brother started trembling again in Jenny's hand, excited and eager like a lost puppy finding its owner.

"You're so horny... I love it..." she said, her playful nature returning.

The next day, as usual, I arrived at the office ten minutes early at 8:50. The salesperson was away on a business trip again; there were hardly any people in the office that morning. Jenny smiled and placed a cup of hot coffee on my desk.

"Oh, Mr./Ms. [Name]." "

Oh, Mr./Ms. [Name], thank you!" Even at the office, I had to maintain a serious demeanor. "

The General Manager said he'll be back in two days; could you please substitute for him for two more days, Mr./Ms. [Name]?" "

Okay, no problem." "

Of course, no problem, I know you're the most capable!"

This time she deliberately emphasized the last word, "capable." Then she turned and swayed back to her switchboard desk. I knew spring had arrived; spring was already knocking on my door.

I've been with this Japanese company for ten years now, slowly climbing from business engineer to business manager. To be honest, the workload of senior executives isn't actually that heavy; meetings and social engagements take up most of the time. Management is even simpler: assign some tasks to subordinates and then watch them finish them.

A new switchboard operator and receptionist named Jennifer joined the general affairs department. I heard she just graduated this year; she's tall, sweet-looking, lively, and has a youthful innocence and naiveté—a perfect fit for the image of an international company, outshining all the female colleagues in other departments. Every Monday, when business travelers return to headquarters for meetings, they swarm around the counter like flies, looking for an opportunity to get close to her.

Jennifer isn't in my direct department, so I don't have much opportunity to interact with her professionally; besides, supervisors always need to maintain a certain image and keep their words and actions a bit distant from their subordinates. Moreover, a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow; having been divorced for many years and nearing middle age, the only way to find a beautiful woman in her early twenties is to pay money to go to a brothel—quick and practical.

Social interactions in Taiwan have changed in recent years. People are less interested in eating and drinking; overeating is harmful to health, and there's the risk of drunk driving, so neither host nor guest can truly enjoy themselves. But playing golf is different. If it's 6 AM, everyone can arrive early. Whether business is discussed is another matter, but at least it provides exercise and strengthens relationships.

This morning I discussed the progress of isir samples with a client in the Hsinchu Industrial Park. Then we played a round at the nearby Hsinfeng Golf Course. Seeing that it's still early, I'll head back to the office. The boss is abroad; perhaps there's something that needs to be taken care of. It was a sweltering July day, and a heavy afternoon thunderstorm was raging in Taipei. It was time to leave work, and I saw Jenny in the distance, holding a small parasol, her other hand carrying a bag and her uniform jacket, looking around awkwardly in the rain, unable to hail a taxi. "I should be a good person!" I thought. "Get in, I'll give you a ride," I said, rolling down the window.

"Arieto, like a minister!" She couldn't possibly hold her current position without speaking English and Japanese. Her hair and clothes were damp with rain, and her semi-transparent pink silk shirt clung to her body, the second button undone at the collar. From my side, I could just see her cleavage and a deep purple lace bra, each supporting half of her snow-white breast. "Get a boyfriend! There are a lot of single colleagues at work, it would be so nice to have someone pick you up and drop you off!"

"I really want to! The problem is... all the guys who ask me out are married... Is Neihu on my way?" "Sure." Taipei is always busy with traffic, and with the heavy rain during rush hour, the cars were constantly stopping and starting. Having someone to chat with to kill time in traffic wouldn't be bad. "Did anyone ask me out this afternoon?" "Yeah... yes, Obama asked you to play basketball, and A-mei asked you to sing karaoke, saying she'd see you tonight..."

"Haha..." I couldn't help but laugh, but she pretended to be serious, looking at me innocently. I liked her after work. It was a red light again. I always had to wait a minute and a half at each intersection. Taking advantage of a lull, I glanced over. She had just slumped down, adjusting her posture for comfort. Her tight mini-skirt had reached her upper thighs, revealing the top of her black stockings. I couldn't resist taking another look. So beautiful, I thought to myself. Although it was only a brief, fleeting glance, our eyes met, making me feel like a child caught doing something wrong. I quickly turned my head back, casually looking out the window. "How was your game today?" "Huh? How did you know I went to play?"

"You're so tanned, it's obvious even to a fool."

"I didn't expect your butt to be so versatile." This time it was her turn to laugh heartily, her chest heaving, and the atmosphere in the car became much more pleasant. "Do you know how to play?" I turned my head again, looking for an opportunity to look at her chest.

"Can you teach me?" She also turned to look at me, with a rather provocative tone. "Now?" I stared into her eyes. "Is something wrong?" Her eyes widened even more. I knew there was a practice range behind the Miramar Hotel, not far from here, so I rented her a women's 7-iron and bought her a pair of gloves. We went to the less crowded second floor. She said she had taken a golf course in college, so I let her stand at the swing position directly. Jenny wasn't a great player, of course, but I'd never met such an adorable woman. She was more like a girl, like a little kid from abroad, with incredibly expressive facial expressions and body language. Occasionally, she'd hit a good shot and immediately start swaying her hips and dancing around, sometimes even shaking her shoulders and breasts in front of me, as if to say, "How was it, Coach? Pretty good, huh! Don't you love me?"

But when she hit a series of bad shots, she was like a heartbroken child who'd been bullied, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and throwing herself into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder, pretending to cry and seeking comfort. I was constantly amused by her youthful energy, and those six hours and a half passed by so quickly and so happily.

After playing ball, following Jenny's suggestion, we went to Meifu Supermarket for a bowl of tomato beef noodles. Then we went to her place. "Come up and have a coffee with me!" She didn't give me a chance to refuse. She took my hand as soon as we got out of the car and took the elevator straight to the 18th floor.

A woman's home is indeed different. As soon as I entered, I smelled a faint fragrance. There was a large teddy bear plush toy on the sofa. "It's called Dudu. It's my boyfriend. I sleep naked with it every day." To be honest, in front of this lively and cheerful girl, even I, an expert with a sales background, sometimes find myself at a loss for words. I can't tell if she's innocent or intentional.

"Have a seat for a moment. I'll change my clothes." I don't have a daughter. I wonder if this is how young girls dress at home these days? She wore only a black spaghetti strap top, her unrestrained breasts boldly and uninhibitedly displayed, proudly perky and slightly flared outwards, almost revealing her nipples. Her slender, white waist was completely exposed, adorned with a deep navel. Her tiny denim hot pants were so short that they barely covered her lower abdomen at the top, and the first button was undone, revealing her pubic hair, if she had any. The bottom half of the hot pants had no legs at all, reaching up to her upper thighs, with two white pockets showing in the front and a glimpse of her small buttocks in the back, as if they might fall off at any moment.

Her snow-white body, about 1.65 meters tall, with less than 20 centimeters of clothing covering her top and bottom, resembled a sexy and alluring mermaid, swimming around in front of me, busy playing music and preparing the coffee-making equipment.

"Anyone who drinks my coffee will fall in love with me." "

Why? Did you drug me?" I pretended not to understand.

"Yes, rape then murder, scared?" What kind of woman threatens a man?

"I'm so scared... so scared you won't want me."

Her breasts trembled as she laughed, and the song "Kiss and Say Goodbye" by the black male singer Barry White was playing in the background.

"I really like this song, will you dance with me?" "

It felt like time had rewound to my college days twenty years ago. At a friend's birthday dance, I was holding a girl I liked. Her slender waist and smooth skin made me feel young again; my little brother started trembling, unable to suppress my primal instincts. I couldn't resist leaning down and kissing her. She smiled tenderly at me, then released my left hand and wrapped her arms around my neck. We pressed together, tighter and tighter, until I was sure she could feel the urge in my little brother.

A song quickly ended, and she gracefully turned around, taking my hands and placing them on her waist, letting me hug her from behind as we continued dancing.

'Are you a good man or a bad man?' '

What's the difference?'" "

A good man punches eighteen holes, a bad man punches nineteen."

"Then I'd rather be a bad man."

I took her hands and placed them behind my neck, gently kissing her neck, licking her left earlobe, and breathing softly into her ear. I slipped my hands inside her camisole, each grasping a breast. I gently played with the one in my left hand, while my right thumb and forefinger found the small, pointed nipple, kneading it lightly and firmly. Aside from making soft "mmm" sounds, she couldn't utter a single playful remark.

The glass of the nearby liquor cabinet clearly reflected our entire bodies. I held Jenny, facing the cabinet, pulling her black camisole up to her chest, revealing her two snow-white breasts proudly.

"You're so beautiful, Jenny, I love you so much." "

Really! How are you going to love me?"

"Hmm... First, I'll love you from behind, then from the front."

"That's not love! That's called..." She seemed unable to say it, and now she was at a loss for words.

"What's it called?" I pressed her deliberately.

"Fuck!" The English solved her problem. "

In Chinese, it's called 'fucking,' okay! Darling, I really want to fuck you."

"I really want to be fucked by you..." Although she said the word "fucking" very softly.

She placed her hands on the back of the sofa, then bent over, sticking out her round buttocks, tossing her hair, and looked back at me. It was an incredibly irresistible and alluring pose. I couldn't wait to rip off her hot pants and underwear together, toss them aside, and then quickly stripped off my own clothes, approaching from behind with my hard penis.

Looking back, how could I have been so lustful? I ignored the comfortable bed in the bedroom, skipped foreplay, and didn't even get a good look at the style and color of her underwear before starting right there in the living room.

Her buttocks were so white, round, and perky, like a ripe peach. I stroked them with both hands, marveling at the feeling of youth. My right hand reached down and realized it wasn't a peach at all, but rather a juicy, plump peach that had just been squeezed dry. I smeared the juice from my hand on the bald head of my penis, and then…

"Ah...ah...ah...oh..." The head went in, and the body followed. This charming long-legged girl...thankfully, my legs are strong enough when I play ball, so I have to slightly tiptoe to get the angle just right.

"Ah...good...good...thick..." "

No...it's yours...too tight..."

This is my favorite position, and also the position adopted by most wild animals in nature. My entire little brother is squeezed tightly from head to base, and whether it goes in or out is completely under my control.

"Oh... God... Mmm... No... Too... Inside... Oh... So good..."

His hands were still free to move, sometimes reaching forward to rub her dangling breasts, sometimes stroking her lower abdomen, pubic hair, and wet, tender vulva. When he wanted to thrust forcefully, he could steadily hold her hips in place. When he got tired, he would use his fingertips to perform light movements on her back and waist, making her writhe like a water snake from the itch. His penis would rotate up, down, left, and right inside her, accompanied by her moans of pleasure. He felt like the happiest person in the world.

"Oh... Fuckme... Oh... My God..." Sometimes it felt like he was fucking a foreigner, quite novel.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...no...I...I'm...almost...dying..." Jenny's legs seemed about to give way. I held her waist with both hands and continued thrusting in and out, forcefully.

In this wonderful moment, I truly wished I had superpowers to bravely persevere forever, but my offspring were already impatient, eager to come out and see who was so charming, making me regain my youthful vigor.

The older you get, the more timid you become. Luckily, I still had a sliver of clarity in my head. Without a condom, I couldn't ejaculate inside; otherwise, if I accidentally caused a pregnancy, it wouldn't just be a big deal, but I might even lose my job. At this critical moment, the little brother quickly pulled out and saw a white light shoot straight towards Jenny's left shoulder.

"Ah...no...I'm coming...oh..." In the blink of an eye, as I heard Jenny's scream, I felt waves of heat on my testicles and thighs; I knew she had ejaculated too.

I've made a great discovery: a man's sexual prowess is directly proportional to a woman's youth and beauty—this must be called the law of conservation of sexual energy. Afterwards, as we lay naked on the sofa, kissing and caressing each other, enjoying a moment of peace, my little brother started trembling again in Jenny's hand, like a lost puppy finding its owner, excited and eager to try.

"You're so horny...I love it..." she said, her playful nature returning.

The next day, as usual, I arrived at the office ten minutes early, at 8:50. The salesperson was away on a business trip again; there were hardly any people in the office that morning. Jenny smiled and placed a cup of hot coffee on my desk.

"Oh, thank you, Manager."

"Oh, thank you!" I had to maintain a proper demeanor at the office. "

The General Manager said he'll be back in two days, so I'd appreciate it if you could temporarily fill in for two more days, Manager." "

Okay, no problem."

"Of course, no problem! I know you're the most capable!"

This time, she deliberately emphasized the last word, "capable." Then she turned and swayed back to her switchboard. I knew spring had arrived; spring was already knocking on my door.

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