Performance Review

"Come in!"

"Hey, you asked to see me?"

"Yes. Please shut the door and have a seat."

David hesitated an instant, looked a bit uncertain, then settled in the chair across from my desk.

"Thanks for coming, David" I said, all business. "I know it's a little late in the day, but it's time for your biannual performance review."

"Um, yeah. Six months have gone by fast."

"They have, haven't they. A very busy six months."

I shuffled through the open windows on my laptop. Where were the forms? It didn't help that thinking of David was so distracting. It wasn't the first time he'd caused my mind to wander off when I needed to focus.

"Ah! Here it is!" I said, finally finding the window I'd been searching for. I silently scanned through the document one final time while David fidgeted in his seat. He looked so cute like this, a little nervous, expectant, and a light flush on his cheeks.

David always tried his best, so eager to please. He's smart, good looking, and one of the most driven people I've ever had work for me. He'd only been assigned to my department a year ago and had already proven himself a top performer.

Finally, I cleared my throat, peered over my glasses at him, and began.

"OK, so I'm looking through your goals and accomplishments for the last six months and I have nothing but good things to say."

"Oh, really?" David visibly relaxed.

"Yes, your reports are always detailed and concise, you put in extra hours when needed, and feedback from your customers and peers is full of nothing but praise. Enthusiastic praise, I might add. I have no complaints at all. You're a terrific asset to the company and to me personally."

David shifted in his seat and flashed me an easy, happy grin. "Well, thank you. That means a lot to me."

My stomach fluttered. That grin. Focus, Sara.

I watched as you straightened your rolled-up shirt sleeves. Oh, why did you have to roll up your shirt sleeves? The number of times I've been distracted while I'm trying to work, thinking about those forearms. Come on, Sara! you have to get this review done before the end of the week and this is your only free opportunity.

I cleared my throat again. I think he'd caught me staring at him.

"Yes, well, I'm not the only manager who has noticed your efforts. As you know, James, who runs the other half of the department, has been transferred and will be leaving the office in a month. That leaves a vacancy, and I am pleased to tell you that you are being seriously considered for the job. 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."

His bright smile faltered a little, and he raised his eyebrows quizzically.

"What's that?"

"Well, it has to do with your discipline."

David looked puzzled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"I can see you're wondering what I mean." But when I leaned forward over my desk and showed him a hint of cleavage he began to catch on.

"I'm listening," he said, his face solemn.

I closed the laptop and stood. His eyes never left mine as I walked around the desk, stopping between his legs. I leaned 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 upper management, of course, but more importantly, you need to prove yourself to me Your attention to detail is excellent, but I need to be absolutely certain that you can really go above and beyond before I can give my final recommendation."

His face turned a little red, causing me to bite my bottom lip gently. Slowly, I lifted the hem of my black pencil skirt, revealing thigh-high black stockings.

"Oh my," he spluttered.

"You know," I said in a low voice, "I've really enjoyed the last few weeks with you."

I slid my jacket off my shoulders and David reached forward, trailing trembling hands up my thighs.

"Do you know how hard it is for me," I continued, "trying to work. Trying to keep this place running smoothly when all I can think of is you? When all I want to do is drag you into the nearest empty conference room and ravish you?"

He traced his fingers higher up my thighs, to the bare skin above my stockings, mesmerized by the sight of my legs.

"Ah-ah! No touching!"

He immediately withdrew his hands. "Why?"

"Self-discipline is a very important quality to have for this promotion. I need to know that you're.. up for the job."

David gripped the arms of his chair and smiled up at me.

We can't show we're together at work. I'm his boss after all. If anyone found out we'd probably both be fired, so we're used to practically pouncing on each other whenever we get a moment alone. But I know the knowledge that he's fucking his boss turns him on. And I love it too. It's so forbidden and that makes the whole thing so much hotter.

His eyes darkened and my cheeks flushed as I started to unbutton my blouse. His breath hitched slightly as each button fell open, revealing more of my cleavage. I slowly removed my shirt, exposing a shear, lacy black bra.

He gripped the chair arms so hard that I could hear the leather creak.

"Damn." Is all he could muster.

"It's new. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I... God, you're so sexy."

"I bought it just for you."

I could see his erection straining against his suit pants. I lifted my foot and lightly traced his bulge with the toe of my stiletto heel. He groaned.

"Ah-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 reached around and unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to my ankles before I kicked it to the side. I spread my legs wide, revealing my final surprise: I wasn't wearing any panties.

He gasped. "Have you been like this all day?"

"Maybe," I purr. "You can move closer now."

He shifted himself forward in his seat, getting in between my legs. He slipped his hands under my legs and began kissing up my inner thighs, nipping slightly as he slowly got closer.

"Do you want to taste me?"

He choked out something that sounded like, "Please."

"Then show me how good your attention to detail really is."

I pressed one hand into the desk, using the other to hold his head in place, my butt perched on the edge. I threaded my fingers through his hair as his warm, wet tongue traced my blossoming furrow. Oh! I love how he works his tongue, the way he moves it so slowly all the way up, lapping at my lips, exploring the wetness between, and finally circling my clit.

"I have to make sure," I gasped, "that your performance is exemplary."

I thrust my pubis into his face as he spread my legs further. God, he was so good at this. I gripped a fistful of his hair and pulled slightly, keeping him in place as he alternated between sucking my clit and flicking it with his tongue.

He grabbed my bottom and pulled me even closer, sliding me across the desk as he buried his face in my pussy. I braced my feet on the arms of his chair and leaned back across the desk, keeping my eyes on the door and trying to stay quiet. It was a Friday, and most people had gone home for the day, but we still couldn't afford to get caught.

"Is it hard to keep quiet, boss?" He grinned up from between my thighs.

I love it when he calls me that. My thighs are shaking already. He's going to take me to the edge and keep me there until there is no way I can keep quiet until I'm begging to come.

"Remember your discipline! There are better things you can do with your mouth instead of sassing me." I pressed his face against my pussy and held it there, tightening my grip on his hair. "You still have to prove yourself, so just remember who's in charge here."

"Yes, ma'am."

He trailed his hands between my legs, parting my lips with two fingers and running the flat of his tongue from my entrance to my swollen nubbin. It was so good. So good.

I glanced through the slight gap in the vertical blinds. No one in sight. Everyone had gone home for the weekend, and relief washed through me as I allowed myself a loud moan. But honestly, the way he was working his mouth down there, right then I didn't care who heard us. Let them hear how good he makes his boss feel.

I rocked my hips against his mouth as he slid two fingers through my labia, teasing the entrance of my pee hole, nuzzling my inner thigh, and placing a gentle kiss there.

"So wet," he groaned. "Do you want my fingers inside you, boss?"

"God, yes. Yes!"

"You're so wet. They just slide right in."

His fingers sank deep inside me and my sheath clenched around them. He pumped them slowly, my wetness coating his fingers as he searched for that magic spot.

"Oh, God! Yes! Right there."

He curled his fingers, massaging back and forth. I rocked my hips in time with his easy, determined rhythm, our eyes locked as he lapped sensuously at my clit, his eyes dark and mischievous. I could tell he loved the idea that the woman in charge of him at work was completely at his mercy, begging for more.

"Does that feel good?" he asked innocently.

"Yes, oh yes! Keep going. Make me come!"

"Yes, boss."

My thighs shook and I wrapped them around his head as he pumped his fingers a little faster, keeping that steady pace that he knew drove me completely wild. His tongue lashed my clit as I felt pleasure building inside me.

Oh, I'm so close. so close.

My fingers tightened in his hair and I gripped the side of the desk. My whole body went rigid. Faster and faster his fingers thrust. His tongue lapped. I was going mad... mad... madddd!

And suddenly I came undone. I cried out and jerked spasmodically, my wetness coating his face as pleasure unendurable pulsed through me.

And then it was over. I slumped, almost insensate. He eased his fingers out of me, kissing my clit gently as the aftershocks gradually diminished and I came back down to reality.

I pulled David's head back and kissed him hard, tasting myself on his mouth. "Bend me over the desk. Now!"

"Anything you say, boss."

He grabbed my hips and lifted me off the desk, spinning me around and bending me over it. He hurriedly undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees, freeing his throbbing cock. I knew he thought it small, but to me, it was perfect, beautiful.

He gripped my butt with both hands, pulling the globes apart, exposing all of my secrets to his appreciative gaze.

"Do you know how hard it was not to fuck you earlier?" his voice thickened with lust. "In the meeting this morning? While you pranced around in that tight little skirt flashing that perfect backside until every man in the room was panting for you?"

He suddenly swatted my behind. "And now I have it in my hands. This perfect ass." He swatted me again.

The sting of pain mixed with pleasure awakened a tingle in my loins. He pulled my hips up until my bottom was spread for him and began to run his middle finger up and down the crevice between my buns, closer, and closer, teasing my anus.

"Oh, yes," I croaked.

"Remember the last time I played with this pretty little ass? You could hardly speak it felt so good."

He gripped his shaft in his free hand and began to tease my pussy, right at the entrance. I looked back as he massaged my clenched sphincter, pressing the pad of his finger just inside, but not enough.

"Do you want me to play with your bottom? Play with your asshole while I fuck you?"

"Please, yes. I need it."

His cock was right at my entrance, the tip barely in. He held there a moment, savoring, no doubt thinking how his boss was helpless before him. Then he gripped my hips and brutally thrust inside, slamming his hips against mine. Hard. Fast.

I gripped the desk harder and held on as it began to rock in time with his thrusts.

"Oh, yeah, Sara. That's it. You feel so good, like you have ball bearings in your pussy. So tight, and wet, and warm... God, I've wanted you so badly."

I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit as he teased his finger around my anus. It was like little electric shocks were passing between my asshole and my clit.

"Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my finger in your ass. Tell me!"

"Yes, David, yes! Please, put it in me."

Lubricated with my wetness his finger slid right in and I involuntarily tightened.

"Oh, my God! That's it. Clench around me."

The tip of his finger slipped smoothly into my bottom, paused to draw little circles there, widening the opening, then deeper, slowly pumping it in and out.

"Does that feel good, Sara?"

"So good. Please- don't stop!"

"Don't worry. I need to show you that I have discipline," he chuckled.

He thrust his finger deeper, past the first knuckle, then the second, drawing circles, then slowly withdrawing only to thrust it in again. And again. And again, until I was once more on the edge.

I worked my swollen clit faster, not caring how loud I was now. I didn't even care if someone caught us like this, his cock thrusting in and out, his finger in my bottom. Bending his boss over her desk while he made me see stars.

I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to stay suspended like this in a fog of ever-increasing pleasure. i didnt want it to stop, but my body was tensing up, shaking against the desk as he fucked me harder, pumping his finger faster and faster, plumbing my warm clinging depths.

"Oh! I'm going to come. Please. I'm going to come." And I did. I screamed unintelligible sounds as the spasms rocked my body. Tremors in my toes, my fingers, even my face. The world was going dark as I heard him gasp and suddenly thrust deep and deeper, freezing there as his face contorted and a strangled cry echoed through the empty office as with volcanic spurts he utterly emptied himself, flooding the gateway of my womb.

He gently smoothed my hair from my face and cupped my jaw, turning my spent, almost lifeless face to his.

"Was my performance exemplary?"

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes. Yes, it was. Once again you exceeded expectations."

"Do I get the promotion?"

"I think so. But it never hurts to double-check."

And with that, I pulled him in close for a kiss as I stroked his barely softened penis back to life.