It was garbage day, or at least, it was supposed to be. My trash bin was overflowing, but as I peered out my window, I saw the garbage truck pass me by again. Those bastards. Seething, I marched outside in my t-shirt and shorts. I wasn't going to let it slide.

"Hey! You missed my house again!" I yelled, ready to make a scene. But instead of the usual burly men I was expecting, there stood a woman, her uniform a little too big for her, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was eyeing my bin with an apologetic look.

"I'm so sorry, we've had a mix-up with the routes today," she explained, her voice smooth like honey, "and without my colleagues, your load is a little too big for me."

"Too big for you, eh?" That sounded weird, but I didn't know how to respond, exactly. What was a woman doing picking up trash all by herself? "Well, you guys better work it out. It's stupid and unprofessional. Y'know we used to have standards in this neighborhood. And now even the trash collectors are literally trash! And don't go blaming it on inflation. I have to put bread on my table too. So where am I gonna dump all my trash now, huh?!"

As I retorted, she stepped closer, her hand reaching out, brushing against my arm. "Let me make it up to you," she said softly with darkened eyes. "I can think of another way you can dump your trash."

She started pushing me toward the house, and before I knew it, the door shut just as her hands landed around my neck. "I hope you can tolerate it a few more days before the guys come back. In the meantime, maybe I can pick up a different kind of load," she whispered sultrily, her eyes boaring into mine. I gulped, speechless. This wasn't on my calendar for the day.

"May I?" she asked, her lips inches from mine.

Consent? Sexy.

The next thing I knew, our lips were all over each other. Her kiss was soft but hungry. My shirt flew off under her touch, and her uniform fell open before my eyes. She sat me down on the couch, her mouth nibbling down my neck, her hands roaming everywhere. Now in her underwear, she straddled me. Her breasts were full, pressing against me as she leaned in for another kiss.

It was her words that drove me wild. "You've been neglected, haven't you?" she murmured against my lips, her fingers finding my erection and rubbing it through the fabric of my boxers. "Poor thing, not having anyone to handle your trash sack. Every day, it accumulates in your blue bins, ready to bust, but the dump truck just passes by! Well, I can help you with that."

My bins weren't blue. They were brown. But I can forgive an honest mistake.

I could only nod, breathless, as she popped my cock out of my boxers and pulled her panties aside. She rubbed our genitals together, teasing me with a promise just like the truck did every time it passed by my overflowing bins. I groaned against her neck, my fingers digging into her waist.

Then I was inside her. Her velvety walls enveloped me as she started dancing on my pole. She rode me harder than she had ever ridden a garbage truck, and I was struggling to keep up. I felt her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of my neck, her thighs wrapped warmly around my sides, and I heard her lustful moans against my cheek as I gripped her other cheeks to aid in our spontaneous coupling.

"Are you sure you should be doing this on the job?" I asked between groans, though it was a bit late for that question.

"What're you talking about?" She dropped harder onto me, pulling a choked grunt from my throat. "Collecting loads is on my job description."

She moved with a perfect intensity, her cries filling the room. Her body was a conduit of pleasure, her muscles tightening around me with each thrust.

I felt my climax approaching, waves of warmth palpitating through my veins. "Fuck... I'm gonna..." She felt my end was nigh as well, and she suddenly climbed off, the cool air hitting my throbbing member with a little shock. She turned around, pressed her ass against my cock, reached back and started jerking me off.

"Give it to me," she moaned. "Put that big fat load on this dump truck." She worked me like it was her job, giving me a beautiful sight of her swaying, waiting ass. And that was it.

My head fell back, eyes closed, under the overwhelming wave of pleasure. My cock enlarged and spasmed. I cried out, my body shuddering under her skillful touch. She whimpered with widened eyes as the first spew of steaming hot cum hit her rump. She stroked harder, begging for every drop. And I gave it to her. Every accumulated load in my bins, I dumped on her with deep satisfaction.

As she turned back around to clean me up with her tongue, she kept her gaze on my winded face. I returned the look like someone who had just woken up from a coma and was grateful for the vacation.

I laid there, panting, and she kissed me again softly. "I'll make sure your trash is always taken care of," she promised.

As she left, she gave me a wink, the promise of more than just waste management lingering in the air.