Performance Review

“Come in!”

“Hi”

“Hey, uh… you asked to see me? ”

“Yes. Please, close the door. Have a seat. ”

“Thanks for coming. I know it’s a little late in the day, but this is your biannual performance review.”

“Uh, yeah… six months have gone by fast. ”

“They have, haven’t they?”

I go through the tabs open on my laptop. Where is it? Why didn’t I find them sooner?

I mean, I could have… but thinking of you is kind of distracting these days. It’s not the first time you’ve caused my mind to veer off when I need to focus.

Ah. There it is.

I pull up the tab I’ve been searching for on my screen, scanning through the numbers and graphs on the spreadsheet.

“Okay… here we are.”

You look so cute like this: a little nervous, expectant, and a light flush in your cheeks.

You’ve always hated performance reviews; not that you should, you always do incredible in them.

You’re always trying your best, so eager to please. You’re smart and one of the most driven people I’ve worked with.

Of all the people to move up the ladder, you’ve been one of the fastest. You’ve only been in my department for a year and you’ve made it the best performing in the whole company.

“Okay… so I’m looking through your figures, and I have nothing but good things to say. ”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Your reports are always detailed and concise. You put in extra hours when needed. Customer feedback is at an all-time high. I have no complaints at all. You’re a fantastic asset to the company. ”

You adjust in your seat and you flash me an easy, happy grin.

“Well, thank you. That really means a lot. ”

I feel my stomach flutter. Focus…

I clear my throat and straighten up, scrolling through the spreadsheet.

“Actually, uh… the board has seen your work and they’re really impressed. I’m considering putting you up for promotion. ”

“Really? That’s great! Thank you. ”

I watch as you straighten out your shirt sleeve rolled up to your elbow.

Ohh, why do you have to roll up your shirt sleeves?

The amount of times I’ve been distracted while I’m trying to work, thinking about those forearms… I’m almost certain you’re doing it on purpose.

Come on. You have to get this review done before the end of the week, and this is your only free slot in the day.

“Uh, yeah. I have a meeting with the board on Friday, so you have some time to decide. We’ll be on the same level, so we’ll be running the department together. But… there’s something I’m still a little unsure of. ”

You raise an eyebrow quizzically.

“What’s that?””

“Well… it has to do with your… discipline.”

You give me a curious look and lean forward, resting your forearms on your thighs. You push your glasses back up to the bridge of your nose.

I can see it in your eyes. You’re wondering what I mean, but from the way I lean forward and put my hands on the desk, leaning forward so you catch a hint of cleavage… you catch on pretty quickly.

“I’m listening.”

I close my laptop and stand. Your eyes never leave mine as I walk around the desk, stopping between your legs. I lean back, resting my hands on the desk.

“You see… a lot will be expected of you in this new position. You need to prove yourself to the board, yes, but more importantly, to me. Your attention to detail is excellent, but I need to be absolutely certain that you can really go above and beyond.”

I see your face turning a little red and you bite your bottom lip gently. Slowly, I lift up my pencil skirt, revealing black stockings and a garter belt.

“Oh my god…”

I reach around and unzip my skirt, letting it drop to my ankles before I kick it to the side.

“You know… I’ve really enjoyed the last few weeks with you.”

I slide my jacket off my shoulders and you reach forward, trailing your hands up my thighs.

Me too…

“You know how hard it is for me… trying to work… trying to keep this place running smoothly… and all I can think of is you? When all I want to do is drag into the nearest empty conference room and fuck you? ”

You trace your fingers higher up my thighs, near my underwear, but I gently bat them away.

“Ah-ah. No touching.”

“Aw, why?”

“Self-discipline is a very important quality to have for this promotion. I need to know that you’re… up to the job. ”

You grip the arms of your chair firmly and you smile up at me.

We can’t show we’re together at work. I’m your boss, after all. If anyone found out, we’d be chewed out by HR, so we’re used to practically pouncing on each other whenever we get a moment alone, but you’ve always been turned on by the fact that you’re fucking your boss, and… I love it too. It feels forbidden, and that makes the whole thing so much hotter.

Your eyes darken and I feel my cheeks flush as I start to unbutton my shirt.

Your breath hitches slightly as each button undone reveals my cleavage, and I slowly remove my shirt, exposing a lacy, black bra.

You grip chair arms so hard I hear the plastic creak.

“Fuck…”

“It’s new. You like it? ”

“Yeah, I… God, you’re so sexy…. ”

“Bought it just for you.”

Your cock is straining against your pants and you run your palm over your bulge, gripping your shaft through the fabric. I lift my foot and put the arch on your bulge.

“Ah… remember what I said about self-discipline? You want this promotion, don’t you? You still need to prove yourself. That means proving you can get… exceptional results. ”

I spread my legs wide, revealing my final surprise: my panties are crotchless.

“Fuck, you tease… have you been wearing these all day? ”

“Mmhmm. You can move closer… ”

You shift yourself closer in your seat, getting more in between my legs. You slip your hands under my legs and hold the tops of my thighs, kissing up my inner thighs. Nipping slightly as you get closer…

“You want to taste me?”

“Yeah…”

“Show me how good your attention to detail really is…”

I press my fingers into the desk, using my free hand to hold your head in place. I thread my fingers into your hair as you run your tongue through my pussy.

Fuck, I love how you work your tongue… the way you move it so slowly all the way up… and circle my clit…

“I have to make sure…that your performance is… exemplary… ”

I buck my hips into your face as you part the gap in my panties further.

“Mmm, you taste so good. I’ve been thinking about doing this… all… day… ”

Fuck, you’re so good at this. I grip a fistful of your hair and pull slightly, keeping you in place as you alternate between sucking my clit and flicking your tongue back and forth.

You grab my ass and pull me even closer, sliding me across the desk as you bury your face in my pussy.

I brace my feet on the arms of your chair and lean back across the desk. I keep my eyes on the door and try to stay quiet. It’s a Friday and most people have gone home for the day, but we still can’t afford to get caught.

“Aww, you trying to keep quiet, boss?”

“Oh god, I love it when you call me that. ”

Oh god, I love it when you call me that.

My thighs are shaking already… you’re going to take me on the edge and keep me there until I can’t stay quiet, until I’m begging to cum…

“If you’re going to use your mouth…”

I press your face against my pussy and hold you there, tightening my grip on your hair.

“You still have to prove yourself. So just remember who’s in charge here… ”

“Yes, ma’am…”

You trail your hand between my legs, parting my pussy with two fingers and running the flat of your tongue from my entrance to my clit. Fuck…

I glance through the slight gap in the vertical blinds… No one is in the main office… everyone’s gone, and relief washes through me as I allow myself to be louder.

But honestly… the way you work your mouth… right now, I don’t care who hears us. Let them hear how good you make me… your boss… feel.

I rock my hips against your mouth as you slide two fingers through my labia… teasing me right at my entrance as you nuzzle against my inner thigh, and place a gentle kiss there.

“So wet… Do you want my fingers inside you? Just how you like? ”

“God, yes…”

“Oh, god…”

“Oh fuck, you’re so wet… they just slide right in…”

You sink your fingers deep inside me and my pussy clenches around them. You pump slowly, my wetness coating your fingers as you…

“Oh god, yes, right there…!”

You curl your fingers up to my G-spot… massaging back and forth. I move my hips with your easy, determined rhythm as our eyes lock as you lick my clit.

Your eyes are dark and mischievous. You love the idea of having the woman in charge of you at work completely at your mercy like this, begging you for more.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah… oh, oh my god, keep going… make me cum… ”

“Yes, boss…”

My thighs shake and I wrap them around your head as you pump your fingers a little faster, keeping that steady pace you know drives me fucking wild.

Your tongue moves faster over my clit as I feel pleasure building up inside me…

Oh… I’m so close…

My fingers tighten in your hair and I grip the side of the desk.

“That’s it, that’s it. Come on, cum for me. Cum on my face, that’s it… ”

Oh my god…

You ease your fingers out of me, kissing my clit gently as I come back down to reality.

I pull your head back and kiss you hard, tasting myself on your mouth.

“Bend me over the desk… Now. ”

You grab my hips and lift me off the desk, spinning me around and bending me over the desk.

You hurry to unbutton your pants and pull them down to your knees along with your boxers, freeing your cock.

You give it a few strokes before gripping my ass with both your hands, giving it a hard squeeze.

“You know how hard it was not to fuck you earlier?”

“In the meeting this morning? In that tight little skirt? ”

“Oh yes, fuck…”

“Argh, this fucking ass.”

The sting of pain mixed with pleasure feels so good. You squeeze my ass and run your middle finger closer… and closer… teasing my asshole.

“Oh, yes…”

“Remember the last time I played with this pretty ass? You could barely speak, it felt so good… ”

You grip your cock in your free hand and tease it through my pussy, right at my entrance. I look back as you massage my asshole, teasing the tip of your finger just slightly inside, but not enough.

“Do you want me to play with your ass, hm? Play with your asshole while I fuck you? ”

“Please, yes… I need it…”

“Oh…”

“Aargh, yeah…”

You take my hip and pump into me, slamming your hips against mine, hard… and fast…

I grip the end of the desk harder and it starts to rock with our movements.

“Oh yeah, that’s it… You feel so good… ”

“Yes…”

“God, I’ve wanted you so bad…”

I reach between my legs, rubbing my clit as you tease your finger around my asshole.

Fuck, that feels so good…

“You want it? You want me to play with your ass? ”

“Oh god, yes, please…”

“Oh my god, that’s it. Fucking clench around me… ”

You slip the tip of your finger inside my ass, then deeper… slowly pumping in and out…

“Yeah? That feel good, baby? ”

“So good… please don’t stop…”

“Don’t worry… I won’t…”

You move your finger deeper inside me, to the knuckle and back again, teasing me again… and again…

I work my clit faster. I don’t care how loud I am now. I don’t even care if someone catches us together… like this. You bending your boss over her desk while you make her see stars.

I just don’t want it to stop. Please… don’t stop…

“Oh god!”

My body’s tensing up, shaking against the desk as you fuck me harder, pumping your finger faster into my ass.

“Oh, I’m going to cum again!”

“Cum for me. Cum on my fucking cock… ”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, that’s it! I’m going to cum! ”

“Fuck, yes! Cum inside me! ”

You gently smooth my hair from my face and cup my jaw, turning my face to yours.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough? ”

“No… that was… Fuck, I needed that. ”

“Me too.”

You help me up from the desk and sit back in your chair, pulling me into your lap. I wrap my arms around your shoulders, resting my head against yours as you pull me closer. You trail soft little kisses against my collarbone.

“You know… I was going to ask you over tonight to do just this. ”

“We can still do that.”

“Oh? Didn’t I go above and beyond enough to please you?”

“Of course. But it never hurts to… double-check. ”

“The answer’s yes to the promotion, but I do have one question. ”

I brush my fingers through your hair and you lean your head into my palm.

“Yeah? What’s that? ”

“Do I still get to call you boss?”